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I am family.

That's my captain.

We'll take care of him.

Minor stroke.

Well, any time a person loses blood
supply to the brain, specifically to her

middle cerebral artery, it qualifies as
a stroke.

We're just fortunate that she responded
so well to the treatment.

She's going to be okay, right?

Well, you got her here quick, and we
were able to give her the alteplies.

Oh, yeah, that's the clot -busting drug.

That's right.

I just, I want to get this right, you
know?

There's a lot of people that love this
woman.

They're going to want to know the facts,
though.

The, um, alteplase restored blood flow
and reversed the stroke.

Mm -hmm.

So, she's okay.

Well, we still have some tests we'd like
to run. We want to do an MRI and a

carotid ultrasound.

We want to figure out what triggered
this event so that we can prevent it

happening again.

Event? You say this like it's some kind
of spectator sport.

Lewis? He's on his way, Captain.

To Mexico on business.

That's right.

He chartered a jet.

You're welcome.

How are you feeling?

Well...

My arm. Kate, I want you to relax.

My whole thigh.

I can't move it.

I can't move it.

Where was she found?

In an alleyway behind a bar in North
Beach.

Unfortunately, that doesn't surprise me.

Yes.

That's my sister.

Mia. How?

Gunshot. There was no evidence of
robbery or sexual assault.

A bartender in a restaurant around the
corner said he saw Mia last night

for somebody and never showed.

Do you have any idea who she might have
been waiting for?

Not a clue.

My sister and I were not close.

Mia never wanted much to do with me.

I'm older and I used to assume it was
the age difference.

But then she grew up and nothing really
changed.

We just didn't get along.

She can be very judgmental, you know?

Well, we'll get in touch with you when
we find anything out.

I always wanted us to be like other
sisters.

Friends.

That never happened.

Okay.

I'll tell him.

All right. Bye -bye.

Hey. Hey.

That was Raina.

She sounds weird. She sounds like she's
holding something back. But she says

that the captain's okay.

You know, we should just really go to
the hospital. We can't. She just told me

that there are no visitors allowed yet.

And the captain says we shouldn't worry
and we should just do our job. Well,

easy for her to say. Yeah.

Have you guys taken a run at the
neighborhood suspects?

Yeah, we poked around a little bit, but
there's not much there.

We reached out to Mia's friends, people
she worked with. We should have

something back soon.

We looked at her apartment. She had a
lot of nice clothes in the closet, but

did find them.

With a note that said, like, Tavernetta,
730.

Tavernetta? That's where Mia was waiting
last night.

Nothing in the apartment gave us a clue
as to the guy's ID. We're pulling apart

the VIX computer as we speak.

I'll run a facial record for the NCIC
database. Okay.

Excuse me, Inspector.

Yes. I got a call. I'm here about Mia
Traynor.

And you are?

Allison Hardwin.

We've been like best friends since
college. If there's anything I can do to

help.

So do you know who she went out on a
date with last night?

This guy, I think his name was Thomas
Clark.

Thomas Clark.

Okay.

Is this him?

I'm not.

Sure. I never met him. I think she said
Thomas Clark.

Okay, so you guys were best friends. You
worked together as well?

Advertising sales.

We needed something to make the 9 to 5 a
little less brutal.

So, that's when we found the website.

Internet dating.

Is that how Mia hooked up with this guy
from last night?

Loveonthetown .com.

We posted our bios and pictures.

We were popular.

We got a lot of hits.

We're young.

Not looking to get married. So we
figured, what the hell?

So how often did you go on these dates?

If we wanted to, we could see a
different man every night.

We got dinners and drinks.

the best restaurants, nights at the
theater.

It was unbelievable.

We weren't some kind of man -hungry gold
diggers, if that's what you're

thinking.

It was just for fun.

That's all it was.

No string sex.

Big deal.

Mia was a really good person.

She didn't deserve this.

Hey, hey, how's it going?

Oh, you know, just trying to get through
the day.

Hey, whatever happened to that doctor I
gave you the phone number for?

Please, don't start.

Don't start? Gin, I'm just asking you. I
gave you the name three weeks ago. I

called, all right? I called this
morning. Really? She can't see me till

Wednesday. Apparently her schedule was
all filled up with a bunch of other nut

jobs.

I'm sorry, all right? I do. I have an
appointment.

Be happy.

What is it, some Oida -Wentz sympathy
here?

Louis Perlop.

Jordan Burton. Hi.

How you feeling, Kel?

Aside from being paralyzed on my left
side, peachy.

Yeah, it's just temporary.

It's called hemiparesis.

After we spoke on the phone, I did a
little research.

You're absolutely right.

Do you both mind if I show you
something?

This is called the Babinski reflex.

You see the big toe going up like that?

That indicates that there's been some
damage to the nerve path that connects

Kate's spinal cord to the right side of
her brain.

Now, it's not uncommon for a patient
who's suffered a brain injury like this

experience some degree of paralysis.

Yeah, but it's just temporary, right?

You're right again.

See, Kate, you're young.

And basically, you're in good health.

So the odds are very good that you'll
regain most, if not all, of your

I'll check back later.

We have to call Amanda.

No. No, Kate, she's our daughter.

Nope.

She's not going to know.

I don't want anyone to know.

Go to the chief's job.

You can't be thinking about that now.

Just get yourself better.

You know, the second I heard about this,

all I could think about was losing you.

I couldn't stand it.

Just thinking it.

We're looking for Thomas Clark.

You're looking for Thomas?

Yeah. Is this him?

Yes, that's my husband.

What's this all about?

We just need to ask him a few questions.

Is he inside the apartment?

Is this some kind of a joke?

No joke, ma 'am. Where can we find him?

You can't.

My husband's been dead for three months.

Thomas Clark died of stomach cancer. He
was 33 years old. He wrote business

software for a mid -sized company on
Cupertino. His only parent, Vice, was a

weakness for a single mall scout.

And he had no apparent connection to Mia
Traynor.

Well, she knew all about him. His
picture and bio were on her computer.

I mean, whoever this fake Clark is, his
emails are really tough to trace.

In any case, we put together 15
possibles of who she might have gone out

She had an active folder on her desktop.

There's also a woman that she compared
notes with a lot online.

Erica Roxbury.

This looks like a lot of work. You want
to just split it down the middle?

Oh, yeah, that'd be great.

Get this Internet dating.

I might date the old -fashioned way, you
know?

Strip bars?

I'm serious.

First time I meet a woman, it's got to
be in person. No screen names to hide

behind.

I'm going to stick those dollars in the
virtual phone.

I dated a stripper one time, and mostly
because of a case, and you just can't

let it go.

Okay, fine. You're Mr. Rumble.

Alice Balsam called. The mayor's holding
off on the announcement, but he hasn't

spoken to anyone else for the job.

Who doesn't know?

Oh, come on, Cap. You're still going to
be chief of police.

Yeah, sure.

I'll just hold press conferences from
here in my bed.

I didn't want death.

What's that, honey?

The stroke?

Or the fact that it set back your big
new job?

Both.

Both having to lie here and defend
myself to you. Yeah, I'm just saying

you know, if you take a little time... I
know what you're saying.

I know exactly what you're saying.

I don't understand how you found me
here.

Your wife told us.

She said that you had a hard time
concentrating at home with your kids

all that noise. I'm a writer.

My work requires an intense amount of
focus.

Well, focus on that.

We know all about you and Mia Traynor.
She was killed last night. You know

anything about that?

No, of course not. I'm sure you weren't
happy that she ended your relationship,

right? No, I wasn't happy.

The way she handled it cut me off
without an explanation.

So you were angry?

Not that angry.

I was at a Lamaze class last night.

Really? With one of your other internet
girlfriends?

With my wife.

Expecting someone?

Listen, I can give you the number to
that Lamaze coach. You can get in touch

with her.

Oh, great.

We can confirm your alibi right here and
now.

Do you have anything to say?

Yeah, Trina's dead.

That's a horrible god.

Yeah, we know that the two of you met on
an internet website.

Uh, yeah.

She seemed great, very pretty.

But more than that, she seemed like the
right kind of woman for me.

Honest, bright.

A little self -deprecating, even. And
what did you think when you finally met

her?

It was nice, but very young.

We got our signals crossed.

I was looking to spend my life with
someone. She was living more in the

I guess. So you felt led down by her?

Not really.

I've been on a lot of dates, Inspector.

Very nice, Chris.

But we also know that you wrote to her a
couple of times after your date, which

looks to me like you were still
interested.

Well, I didn't want to write her off
completely.

But after a while, it became apparent
that we were not meant to be.

Okay, your call or hers?

Mine.

Where were you last night, Chris?

Um, I got back about 8 from a sales call
in Fresno. I met a friend for dinner.

This way to Tripp's, spilled some spot
of hot coffee, burns my friend's hands

pretty bad. We took him to the hospital.

We were there most of the evening,
almost till midnight.

Your friend.

Name, address, and phone number.

Sure.

Okay.

You sure you don't want anything?

No, I'm fine. Hey, Meg.

Yeah?

Look, I lied, right? I don't... I don't
have an appointment on Wednesday.

I actually haven't even called. I mean,
I've called, but... You hung

up.

Look, you don't...

You don't understand.

No, I really don't understand, Jenny. I
wish you would explain to me why you do

not want to get help.

Let's just go, all right? Are you going
to talk to me for real? Yes, but now,

let's just go. All right, fine.

Somehow I just... I thought, you know,
it would get better when I got sober.

Some of this would just go away.

By itself?

Yeah, I don't think so.

You should know that. You know that.

It doesn't matter knowing it, Meg.

I live in this place that is so heavy.

Literally, you know, even the phone.

Ginny, not picking up that phone is
giving up.

You're giving into this thing.

Giving in to what?

God, how am I supposed to go and explain
to a complete stranger what is wrong

with me when I can't even talk to you
about it and you're my best friend?

Honey, she's not going to judge you.

She's going to help you.

I'm scared.

Of what, honey? What are you scared of?

Go through all of this. Bring all of
this back up. I just, I can't do this

again. You might be able to figure some
stuff out.

You have to try or else you're never
gonna know.

Your life could get better.

What if it doesn't?

Do you have the number on you?

Hmm?

Let me have the number.

I'm going to call. I'm going to handle
the dialing. We're going to do this.

There's no Erica Roxbury here,
Inspector.

And you are?

I'm Ronald Crenshaw.

And do you live here alone, Ronald?

Uh, yeah, just me.

Do you mind if we take a look at your
computer?

You cross -dress in real life, too, or
is posing as a woman just an online

for you?

What don't you understand about it? That
is what the Internet is all about. You

can be anybody you want.

and nobody gets hurt.

Your friend Mia got real hurt, Ronald.

What if I call you Erica?

I told you I had nothing to do with what
happened to Mia.

Well, we obviously have a problem here,
Ronald.

Because we're trying to investigate a
murder, and you have a lot of explaining

to do.

I'm not perfect.

I'm not gay either. I just have never
had any luck with women.

So what, you said turn yourself into
one? I live alone in my parents' house.

I could go back to work, but I don't
because my disability is still coming

which is not free money because I paid
into the insurance policy.

Just look around.

Does it look like I'm having a party
here?

I'm not.

I don't have any friends.

I'm lonely.

Okay?

I'm a lonely person.

In America, people talk to me.

Women talk to me.

They tell me everything.

Ronald, I'm real glad that you're
finding yourself, but none of this

your e -mail advice to Mia, urging her
to date Thomas Clark.

What do you think? He's got something to
do with this? Do you?

That's all she talked about lately,
Thomas Clark.

You know, he seemed like an okay guy.

I was only writing what I figured she
wanted to hear so she would write me

That's all. Ronald, we're going to tear
apart your computer, and we better not

find out that you're Thomas Clark, too.

I'm not.

I'm Ronald,

and I'm Erica.

And that's all I am.

Hey. Hey. I just heard about Erica.

Yeah, nice piece of work, huh?

So what, are we liking him for the
murder? No, no Thomas Clark evidence on

computer. He was online at the time, so
I'm thinking about the list.

We should also take a look at Allison
Hardwin.

Me and his best friend certainly wasn't
acting like one.

She was also corresponding with Ronald
Crenshaw, and from what I've seen, she

spent most of her time just bad
-mouthing Mia.

Yeah, but I'm fine.

I'm going to be out of here in a couple
of days, and I'll call you when I get

home.

I don't need you to come up here.

Amanda?

Amanda, Daddy is taking care of me.

I do not need you here.

Yeah, I'll swear on your life. How's
that?

Okay.

Okay, I will. And you say hi to Jill.

Okay, bye, honey.

Hey, Kate, Kate, come on.

Take it easy.

What's wrong?

Oh, I don't know.

I'm in intensive care.

I had a stroke.

The job I've wanted my whole life is
going up in smoke. My left side's

paralyzed. Gee, I don't know. What could
possibly be wrong? Kate, Kate, I know

that you're angry about the position
you're in. What are you talking about,

position?

Anger's not about me, Kate.

I'm sorry you feel so vulnerable. Don't
touch me. You can't. Don't do anything.

Just... Shut up.

Yes, we had some disagreements. That
happens between friends, you know. Well,

this sounds like more than a little
disagreement.

In your email to Erica, you called Mia a
pathetic, man -hungry gold digger.

A veritable slut.

Well, I didn't mean that.

If there's any justice in this world,
she'll get hers. You're taking it all

of context.

And how's your best friend supposed to
get hers, Allison?

I was jealous.

Mia got more offers.

Better ones.

I... Got the doodlers and the mouth
breathers. You told Erica that Mia was

better at playing the game.

She could market herself, all right.

And she could just tell from one letter.

If the guy was really good looking or if
he really had money.

I was just venting.

Girl to girl.

Well, actually, girl to boy.

What?

Erica is a man named Ronald Crenshaw.

God, that's sick.

I mean, you tell these people so much,
but you don't even really know who

talking to, I guess.

Does it say anything in there about...
When I'll be able to feel my left side

again?

I think you're doing much better.

But I've got to be honest.

I'm still concerned about the blockage
in that right carotid artery.

I thought that's why God made Alteplase.

I mean, it's down, but only to about
65%. I was hoping it'd be much lower

that by now.

Bottom line, I am recommending that you
have a carotid endarterectomy.

Let me clean out that artery for you.

Surgery? Yeah.

We enter the carotid artery through your
neck, and we remove all the fat and

cholesterol that's built up in there.

I see. You just entered through my neck.

As I said, I was hoping to see less
blockage with those blood thinners.

I wish there was another way to go, but
you know.

You have a history of high cholesterol.
You work at what I imagine is an

extremely stressful job.

You imagine right.

Okay.

If you were willing to make huge
wholesale changes in your life,

starting with giving up that job, then
yeah, you could work with meds, with

behavior, see how things progress.

But if your life stays the same and you
don't have the surgery,

odds are you're going to have another
stroke.

So, you tell me.

Are you willing to make those changes?

I don't know. I spoke to Allison's
parents, and her alibi checks out.

Her parents could be covering for her.
What else do we know about her? It's

squeaky clean.

It's not exactly the world's best
friend.

Hey. Hi. I have ballistics.

The gun you used to kill Mia was
purchased nine years ago in a retail

outside Baltimore. Nine years ago.

We could have passed through a dozen
hands right now. We'll never trace it.

Well, it was here yesterday.

Well, it's a big city.

It's not that big.

It was bought by Simon Grace, and he
moved here six months ago from

He took a job at a software company in
Cupertino.

It's the same company as Thomas Clark.

That's it?

I was waiting for you. Thought you might
have something more to tell me.

That's great.

I tell you that six weeks ago I almost
blew my head off, and all you can say

go on?

How much is this costing me?

I have a sliding scale.

Depends on how much you can afford.

Well, what else do you want to know?
What kind of gun it was?

How about how you're feeling now?

Are you still thinking about suicide?

So what else is going on in your life?

Anything in particular that you're
worried about?

Well, see, if it was something in
particular, I could do something about

wouldn't need to be here, right?

Could you quantify your mood for me,
like on a scale of 1 to 10?

How would you say you're feeling?

Well, let's see.

After the little...

suicide thing i spent a lovely 72 hours
kicking synthetic heroin after which i

kicked out my husband whom i do love by
the way and hey i'm here

so why don't you tell me on your little
number scale what that might be oh i'd

say it would be an extremely low number
like a one two maybe

You know, Jenny, if you are here just to
discharge an obligation you have

towards your friend Magda, this isn't
going to work out.

Yeah, that's right.

I have to learn to share my feelings.

Actually, you just have to sort of stop
talking at me.

Otherwise, I'm going to have to put on
my helmet.

It's going to wreck my pretty hairdo.

You know, Ginny, these events and
experiences,

the symptoms you're describing, the
sleeplessness, lack of appetite, the

inability to enjoy the things you
normally take pleasure in, these are all

appropriate reactions to what's been
going on in your life.

Fantastic.

Ginny? When was the last time you felt
like yourself?

It's been a really long time.

I say no way, no surgery. Your body has
been through enough already.

It's going to prevent the next stroke.

That's what this guy Bertman says.

The guy Burtman is chief of neurology at
this hospital. I don't care who he is.

I think we need a second opinion.

No, you don't. You think we should get
your opinion, and you're going to keep

seeing doctors until we do. This guy
Burtman admitted it himself.

You could stroke out right on the table.

Small percentage.

Are you listening to yourself?

It's something. It's a percentage. It's
too big for me.

Okay, well, well, check me out, and
we'll go home and wait for the big one.

Maybe it'll freeze my right side or kill
me.

Not if you quit your job on the way
home. You know, live a less stressful

You know, the hours you keep, the way
you throw yourself at your work, it's

crazy. It's just... Oh, my God.

I knew you were going to get better.

Well, I... I wouldn't go that far. It's
not the Olympics yet.

God, it feels good.

Yes, I remember Simon Grayson.

He played in the company softball game
with my husband just before he got sick.

Mr. Grayson owned the gun that killed
me, a trainer.

So you think he impersonated my husband
over the Internet and then committed the

murder? Mr. Grayson said the gun was
stolen from his home.

He even reported it.

I have a picture from the company
picnic.

There's my husband.

He's very handsome.

Yes, he was.

And there's Simon Grayson right next to
Thomas.

Yeah?

Recognize him?

It's Chris Conklin.

Yeah. He's the guy that said that he and
Mia got their signals crossed.

I bet they did.

You talk about a number scale?

I can't remember the last time I was
over a three.

But I guess that's not really a problem,
right? Because according to you, I

should be depressed.

Maybe now.

But you're talking about having these
feelings when you were eight, nine years

old. Before your mother died.

And as a teenager and all through your
adult life for two, three weeks at a

time.

Sometimes longer.

I've got good news for you, Jenny.

You've got a disease, it's got a name,
and it's treatable.

You got the real thing, kiddo.

Clinical depression.

You should have been on meds like
yesterday.

Drugs. Yeah, you see, I can't take
drugs. I'm an alcoholic.

I told you that.

Yeah, but this stuff, it's unabusable.
Feeling bad? Take a pill.

That'll fix you right up.

That's how I got here, doctor.

Ginny, listen to me.

You don't get high off of this.

It doesn't turn you into a different
person when you take it.

And they also don't make everything all
better.

You still have to do the work, whether
you see me or somebody else.

All this stuff does is it changes that 1
to 10 scale we were talking about.

When the medicine works, those low
numbers, the ones you can't stand, you

know if you can live through one more
time, they just disappear.

No, that can't be true.

Jenny, it's true.

I promise.

I still don't understand what this is
all about.

I was taking care of my friend at a
hospital the night that Mia Traynor was

killed. Yeah, we know all about that. We
spoke with your friend.

Yeah, I know that already.

He told me that he confirmed everything
I said.

So what am I doing here?

We did a little more checking into your
story.

We called the hospital. Yes, you were
there with your friend.

We're repeating ourselves again.

And then we dug in a little deeper.

The parking garage surveillance video?
It shows you leaving at 10 o 'clock. You

didn't come back until 11 .30.

Yeah. Mia was killed around 11, Chris.

Where were you then?

We also know that you had access to the
murder weapon.

You had dinner at Simon Grayson's house
before the gun was stolen.

Mia rejected you? Is that what happened?

No. We have a search warrant for your
computer. Now, we will rip it apart, and

if we find so much as one single byte of
data that mentions Thomas Clark's

name... She brought this on herself.

After our date, we were exchanging
emails.

I asked her out.

And she sent back this email.

Never wanted to see me again.

Or hear from me.

She said that I was loathsome.

Loathsome. So what?

You just reinvented yourself as Thomas
Clark?

I just wanted to see her again.

And I couldn't understand why she didn't
want to go out with me. It didn't make

any sense.

You stole a gun and brought it with you.

You wanted to kill her. No.

That was an accident.

Chris, you had a gun.

There was no accident.

You're doing great, Kat.

Yep. I never felt better.

No, you are, compared to the way you
were when I walked in here. My God, you

should have seen yourself.

She knows what I mean.

Unfortunately.

I mean, you know, I went to see this guy
at Mass General this morning. He's a,

you know, a guy, top neuro man.

He said that even with the surgery, it
wasn't not going to guarantee that you

won't have another stroke.

I'm doing this.

I don't want this happening again. And
if there's anything I can do to keep it

from happening again, that's what I'm
going to do. You know, you have to

acknowledge something.

Yeah.

Come in.

Excuse me. I need to borrow her for some
tests.

Now, if you two want to do this, we can
schedule the operation for Thursday.

Thursday's great. I'm wide open.
Actually, we haven't decided.

Why don't we let them have a moment in
private? Come on.

What? Is your problem.

I don't have a problem.

You need to back her on this.

I do? Yes.

Look, this may be none of my business.
You got that right. But I'm going to say

it anyway.

She loves you. And if you love her,
you've got to give her your full

Yeah.

Yeah.

I know.

I know.

Thank you, too.

Gave it up.

Completely. Just got to show you, don't
ever put anything in writing.

Chris pointed it all on this nasty email
Mia sent and given him the old heave

-ho. Did I see that?

Yeah.

We tore his computer apart. It seemed he
dated Mia's friend Allison a couple of

times, but he blew her off.

Goes around, comes around, huh?

What's up?

I need to talk to Allison again.

I've never seen this before.

I mean, look at the heading. It's
obvious that Mia sent it.

No, what's obvious is that it was sent
from Mia's computer.

Your desk is next to hers. You could
have easily typed and sent this.

No, that didn't happen.

Really?

Look at the language, Allison.

What do you think I am, some kind of man
-hungry gold digger that I would get

involved with just anyone?

So? Man -hungry gold digger?

That's your phrase, Allison.

It's what you called Mia in your email
to Ronald Crenshaw.

So the question then is, why?

Why would you write to Chris Conklin in
Mia's name?

I'd been out with them a couple of
times.

And I actually liked them.

And then one day, I'm suddenly not good
enough.

Now, what a jerk, right?

So, Mia had taken a walk or something,
and I needed something from her desk.

And there was a message from Chris,
wanting to see her again.

I wanted to show him what it felt like
to be on the receiving end.

Now, I thought that it was totally
harmless.

for backing me on this.

Like I had a choice?

When they want to put a balloon in your
neck, you'll make the call.

But if something does happen... Oh, God.

You're relentless, Kate.

You said yourself it's a risk.

There are risks.

I don't want to be kept alive by
machines.

You know, this is nuts.

You're way too young to be thinking like
this. I was way too young to have a

stroke.

If something happens, you'll do the
right thing.

I'll pull the plug myself.

I'm kidding.

Okay.

But, you know, I'm not worried about it,
because it's going to be fine. Yeah.

You're going to be fine. I know.

You mind if I do something?

Knock yourself out.

Let's see here.

Aha, see? Didn't even flex.

No Babinski reflex, baby. That means
your nerve paths are healing.

You're a Babinski.

She sounds really great.

I, uh... I even like the dog.

Yeah, me too. He's the only one who
doesn't talk.

You're gonna see her again, right? Next
week?

Yeah, yeah, I guess.

Good. A little medication, a little chit
-chat, she'll fix me right up. Yeah.

Actually, the truth is, uh... I do think
I feel a little better.

Of course you do, honey. You're taking
care of business, you know?

It's going to work, Jenny. I just know
it.

I hope so, Mag.

There's nowhere to go from here.

It's my last shot.

I've got something for you to sign.

It's a consent form for the surgery.

You sure about this?

Because if you and Lewis need some more
time to discuss it... Dad Penn?

How you doing?

Aside from this pesky little artery, I'm
fine.

See you in the morning.

I gave orders to the nurse. If you need
anything to sleep, just let her know.

Thanks. I'm really tired.

I want to sleep like a baby.

Good night.

Followed me home.