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Previously on Medium:

DEVALOS:
He's dying.

The mayor, the governor, they...

all want me to step in.

They gave him
his job back.

(chucking):
That's amazing.

Does that mean that
you get your job back?

(singsongy):
As soon as I want.

JOE:
Who's that?

Terry Cavanaugh,

the John Rockefeller
of solar energy.

You know,
I bought your company.

Bought your invention.

How'd you like to finish
what you started?

He said do it in Phoenix.

Find some space,
hire some people...

make me some money.

Whoo!

Tonight, on Ripley's
Believe It Or Not

you'll meet a hungry,
young woman

with an appetite
for cold steel,

a music lover who has turned
his very extremities

into a sonorous instrument.

(tooting "Yankee Doodle Dandy")

A contortionist
who's perfected a method

for examining his own spine.

But first, in 1848,

Phineas Gage was
part of a work gang

blasting rock
while clearing the roadbed

for a new railroad line.

On September 13th
of that year,

Phineas's life
would be changed forever

by one simple spark.

He was tamping down
an explosive charge

with an iron rod

when the gunpowder
ignited early

and a three-foot iron rod

was blown clear
through Phineas's skull.

Miraculously, Phineas survived.

His body, it seemed, had
made a complete recovery.

His spirit,
on the other hand...

Those who knew Phineas best

said he was a changed man
after his accident.

Once even-keeled
and hardworking,

he was now fitful, irreverent
and grossly profane.

But would it surprise you
to learn

that Phineas, after
a long night of drinking,

once identified himself
to a fellow inebriate

as "Cyrus Ames"?

Who, you ask, was Cyrus Ames?

Cyrus Ames was a notorious
gunfighter and card cheat.

For a time, he was employed
by the railroads

to shoot any Indians
who attempted to interfere

with the construction.

On the day
of Phineas's accident,

Cyrus Ames lay dying
of syphilis in the very same

doctor's office
where Phineas was treated.

There are some who believe

that an exchange of sorts
took place that day.

That the soul
of a dying gunfighter

somehow slipped into the body
of an injured railroad worker.

Coincidence?
We may never know.

Unlikely? Yes.

Impossible?
You be the judge.

A man by the name of
Robert L. Ripley, after all,

would challenge you
to Believe it or Not!

(whooshing)

(gasps)

Bad dream?

Bad rerun.

It was weird; I dreamt
about an old TV show.

Hmm? You mean
no one's in danger?

You don't have
to call anyone?

We can just go
back to sleep?

(sighs contentedly)

Oh, I don't
believe it.

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(elevator bell dings)

Allison,
you're here. Good.

Once you're settled,
would you join me and Lee

for a meeting in the
conference room, please?

With him?

With them.

Lee, Allison,
this is Joel Tiernan.

And sitting beside him is my
old friend, his wife, Gabrielle.

DEVALOS:
Six months ago,

Gabrielle's sister,
Robin, was found murdered

in a cottage she'd
rented on Saguaro Lake.

There were
no witnesses

and as of now,

no suspects.

This all took place
during the time

when District Attorney Van Dyke
was running this office.

His people worked the case
but, uh, but never solved it.

I believe it was,
um, August 16th

when I first
realized that

the Phoenix Police
Department had given up

on trying to find
my sister's killer.

I had called District Attorney
Van Dyke for an update,

and, um, he told me there were
no new developments in the case.

When I asked him when I might
expect any new developments,

he was kind enough
to explain to me

that good police work
depends on good leads

and since there were no
new leads in the case...

DEVALOS:
Six months ago,

there was nothing
I could do about that.

Now I can.

That's why I'm putting
my two best people on it.

ROBIN:
I'm going to tell her
everything.

What did you just say?

You heard me.

I'm going to tell her
everything.

(elevator bell dings)

I think I saw his face.

What are you talking about?

The killer, I think
I saw his face.

Maybe if you put me
together with a sketch artist,

we might have something for you
to work with this afternoon.

(school bell rings)
Hey, kiddo.
How was school?

Hmm, why the long face?

I sort of got
in trouble in art class.

Oh, yeah?
What happened?

I kind of drew a funny picture
of my teacher, Mr. Enright.

Uh-oh. Did you apologize?

Well, yeah but he
wants you and Mom

to look at the picture
anyways and sign it

so he knows you saw it.
Okay.

Bridgette,
you drew this?

That man
is naked.

He sure is.

DEVALOS:
This is the man you believe
murdered Robin Aaronson?

I think it's a
pretty good likeness.

Tell me, is this
the man you saw?

Yes.
Absolutely.

You know this man?

I knew him.

He was Gabrielle's
first husband, Nathan.

He was a very
successful novelist,

and when he died, he left
Gabrielle a very wealthy woman.

He's dead?

He was killed in a car
crash two years ago,

driving home from
a writers' retreat.

Struck head-on by another
vehicle, a stolen vehicle.

By the time the accident
site was discovered,

the other driver, the car
thief, had disappeared.

Skulked off into the night.

We never managed
to identify him.

I'm sorry, Allison. I don't
know what you think you saw,

but Nathan's been dead
for two years now.

It seems unlikely that he killed
Gabrielle's sister 6 months ago.

JOE:
Hey, look on the bright side.

At least this woman
wasn't in the room

when you accused her dead
husband of murdering her sister.

Would you put that
thing away already?

I'm sorry.
It's just so...

(laughing):
Accurate?

Yeah, I mean I know we've
had the talk with Bridgette,

and I know she's seen all
this stuff in science class,

but I mean,
it's just...

But what?

You're acting like you never

drew a picture of a
naked person before.

Yeah, I'm sure that I scribbled

the occasional "bazoom"
in my notebook,

but I mean, nothing like this.

What? A young boy's fascination
with "bazooms" is okay?

But a young girl's curiosity
about that, isn't?

I'm just going to
turn off the light now.

Yeah, you do that.

* *

(papers rustling)

(sizzling)

(opening door)

(door cranks open)

(gasps)

SCANLON:
So, you're telling me
Joel Tiernan did this?

Joel Tiernan, Gabrielle
Tiernan's current husband,

is, in fact, the
hit-and-run driver

who killed her first
husband, Nathan Cafferty?

That is one very forgiving lady.

Well, obviously,
I don't think she knows.

Obviously.

Look, I know how
this sounds, Lee,

but I dreamt about
it last night.

Joel Tiernan was the other
driver in that accident.

I think that's how he got
that big scar on his forehead.

What?!

I'm sorry, it's just Manny
puts us on one cold case,

and you start dreaming about
another that's even colder.

Maybe tonight you'll see
who took the Lindbergh baby.

What if I'm right?

What if Joel Tiernan
is responsible for this?

If you're sure
about what you saw,

and when I say "sure,"
I'm talking

in the neighborhood
of 100 percent...

then I'll bring the guy in
for questioning.

Ask him to account
for his whereabouts

at the time of the wreck.
But if you're not...

Remember, these
are Manny's friends.

At least the wife is.

I got to tell you, if you're
right about this Tiernan guy,

Gabrielle sure can pick them.

What is that supposed to mean?

I interviewed
a few of the

dead sister's friends yesterday.

One of them told me
about a little accident

Robin had in '06.

She claimed
she'd fallen,

but the friend spotted
some bruising around her neck.

Got the feeling she may have
been covering for someone.

An abusive boyfriend, maybe.

Turns out she was.

And his name was
Nathan Cafferty.

Wait a second, she
was having an affair

with her sister's husband?

For about a year
until Nathan decided

he was still in love
with Gabrielle.

According to the friend,
Robin didn't take it well.

Threatened
to tell her sister.

Nathan got physical.

Grabbed Robin by the neck,
threw her up against the wall.

It happened in the same cabin
she died in.

I saw it, Lee.
I saw it yesterday.

I just didn't understand.
So, so, wait...

So, if Robin was having
an affair with Nathan,

shouldn't we bring in
Gabrielle for questioning?

She's the one with the motive.

If she knew her sister
was getting it on

with her husband, sure.
But according to the friend,

she never found out.

Besides, I did
some checking.

There are all kinds of photos
of her at some charity event

in Flagstaff till the wee hours
on the night of the murder.

Plus, she's the one that came
to us for help, remember?

It wouldn't make much sense to
reheat a case that'd gone cold

if, uh, if you were
the killer, now, would it?

JOE:
Hey, it's me.

Um, hey, listen. I just got a
call from Bridgette's school.

They want us to come in today
at 3:00

to meet with, uh,

her art teacher
and a school counselor.

Yeah.

I teach art,
Mr. and Mrs. Dubois.

I'm not a prudish man,
and if I were teaching

a life drawing class
to a group of college students,

I might be inclined
to laugh this off.

But the fact is,

Bridgette is a ten-year-old
in a fourth grade art class.

And this is the second time
in two days she's drawn

a vivid portrait
of me-- her teacher.

I don't know what
to say, Mr. Enright.

This obviously
is inappropriate,
and we're very sorry.

Yeah.
I appreciate that.
And please understand,

Bridgette is one of the
most imaginative students

I've ever had the
pleasure to teach.

I adore having her
in the class,

but I'd be lying if I said
the last couple of days

haven't been disturbing to me.

So, that's why I asked
Mrs. Tharp to sit in with us.

Mr. Enright and I thought
that perhaps Bridgette

could use the benefit of
a few sessions with me.

You think that Bridgette
needs to see a psychologist?

Because of this?

MRS. THARP:
The drawings are
rather graphic.

We just wanted
to find out

where Bridgette got the
impulse to make them.

To see if she's been exposed
to anything that could have

caused this preoccupation
with the naked form.

Oh, wait a second. She hasn't
been exposed to anything,

and this is not
a preoccupation.

It's just a kid
using her imagination.

I mean, Bridgette
needs a lesson

in what's appropriate
and what isn't.

She doesn't need, she
doesn't need to go to therapy.

With all due respect,
you're not the subject

of the drawings, Mr. Dubois.
I am.

Yeah, but...

I'm not sure I agree
with your assessment.

Well, I'm not sure that
you know my daughter

as well as you think
you do, Mr. Enright.

Mrs. Tharp,

we do appreciate
your offer, I think

we're going to speak
with Bridgette ourselves

before we take
you up on that.

Mr. Enright, I am sorry for
any kind of discomfort

or embarrassment that our
daughter may have caused you.

We will make sure we speak
with Bridgette and let her know

that these kinds of drawings
in school are not appropriate.

Absolutely.

And I promise you this
will never happen again.

Hi, kiddo.
How you doing?

Okay.

I'm sorry.

Hey, it's okay, sweetie.
We're not mad at you.

But you need to stop drawing
pictures of your teacher.

It's making him
uncomfortable.

Well, I didn't want to draw
another picture of Mr. Enright.

I just felt like I had to.

What do you mean,
you had to?

I don't know.

When I close my eyes,
I see him in my head.

And I just know that I have
to put it down on paper.

JOE:
Maybe Bridgette's
not the problem here.

Maybe it's that teacher that
we should be worried about.

So, what are you saying?
This is Mr. Enright's fault?

Well, I don't know.
All I know is that

she goes in his class,
and then she feels like

she has to draw him
without his clothes on.

Why? Huh? What's going on
in this guy's head?

What kind of, I don't know,

energy is Bridgette
picking up on?

What are you saying?

Mr. Enright's putting in
some kind of "naked energy"?

I don't know
but I think that we should

talk to somebody at the school,

and we should get her
transferred to another class.

Whoa, okay, good luck
with that conversation.

You'd better make sure that
you have your facts straight.

If you're going
to accuse somebody

of putting out a "naked vibe,"

just make sure you have
all your ducks in a row.

I don't understand how
you can just dismiss this.

I'm not. It'll pass, Joe.

I asked Bridgette specifically,

"Did anything
inappropriate happen?"

"Anything at all that
made you feel uncomfortable?"

She said no. It'll pass.

Whatever it is that's making her
want to draw these pictures,

it'll pass.

(phone ringing)
If we make a huge thing of this,

we're just going
to make Bridgette

more confused
than she already is.

(phone ringing)

Hello?

All right, you got me thinking.

I just took a look at our files
on Nathan Cafferty's accident.

Unfortunately, it turns out
the city destroyed both cars

about a year ago.
(whispers): Scanlon.

It's not like we're
going to find any DNA

to help us figure out
who was driving that other car.

But I did find one
interesting thing.

Turns out our friend
Joel has a record.

Arrested in '02 for car theft,

and again in '04
for check-kiting.

Although how that proves
he killed Nathan Cafferty,

I have no idea.

Well, what about the papers?

Maybe you should
check the papers.

What papers?

The papers from the accident
scene. They were everywhere.

There were hundreds of them.
I saw Joel touch one of them.

If they're in
the evidence locker,

maybe we should check them
for fingerprints.

Allison, I'm looking
at the report right here,

and there's no mention
of any papers.

It's just two cars
and one dead body.

You know what I think
your problem is?

You're focusing
on the wrong case.

Our boss asked us
to help solve the murder

of his friend's sister, and
instead, you're running around

trying to prove that her husband

committed vehicular
manslaughter.

Maybe you should just stick
to the case at hand.

Just a suggestion.

Tell me about the first time
we made love.

We were staying at
your parents' house.

You snuck into the
guest room to join me.

You were worried
about getting caught.

But then you fell
asleep in my arms.

Your mom woke us up
in the morning

(chuckles)
but she didn't
seem that mad.

How did we celebrate when
you sold your first novel?

We booked a
Presidential Suite

at a resort we
couldn't afford,

and we ordered room
service all weekend.

I was, uh...

I had a difficult year.

I was, I was going
through something.

The miscarriage.

You were almost
three months along.

No one knew but us.

We were just about to share
the good news with our parents.

We even had names picked out.

Courtney if it
was a girl.

Peter if it
was a boy.

When you called me, I just...

I just couldn't believe

that anything you were saying
could be true,

that there was any chance
that you could be

who you said you were,
that there was any

possibility that...
we could be together again.

It's me, Gabby.

It's Nathan.

I've come back to you
and I promise,

I'm never going to
leave you again.

Mrs. Dubois.

Hi, I'm sorry.
I know it's early,

I know I didn't call first.

No, no, it's fine.

What's, uh, what's on your mind?

The night before I met you,

I had a dream that,
that I couldn't understand.

It was about a man
who died a long time ago.

Only instead of
his soul crossing over,

it... it made its way
into this other man.

Well, I guess
that's why I'm here.

The more I come to learn
about your family,

the more sense
this dream starts to make.

After Nathan's accident,
there were days

I didn't know how I'd carry on,

or if I even could carry on.

But then, just when
I was ready to give up...

Joel Tiernan appeared?

Imagine losing the
love of your life,

but then before
you'd even begun

to start mourning the loss,
getting him back.

Being spared the lifetime
it would've taken

to get over that loss.

It was, uh, it was a miracle.

Nothing short of a miracle.

Surely you, of all people,
can appreciate that.

Did Nathan ever talk to you

about what happened
the night of the accident?

Did he ever tell you how exactly

he might have crossed paths
with Joel Tiernan?

No, no. All he remembers was
the screeching of tires.

Nothing after that.

And in regards to Joel Tiernan,

neither one of us
remembered ever meeting him.

We tried to investigate
his life after the switch,

but as it turned out,

there wasn't much
of a life to investigate.

No family,

no friends to notice
Joel behaving differently.

I can only imagine
what a comfort it must've been

to have your husband,
your real husband,

by your side when you got
the news of Robin's death.

Actually, I was, uh, I was
by myself when I got the news.

I'd gone to an
event that night.

Joel couldn't go

and so we didn't see each
other until much later...

but it-it was, it was
difficult for Joel, too.

I think he loved her
as much as I did.

Bridge! I heard a rumor
you weren't dressed yet.

(crying):
Just leave
me alone!

Come on, come on.

It's getting late.

(sobbing):
I'm sorry, Daddy.

What are you sorry about, honey?

What's the matter?

I know I wasn't supposed to...

but I couldn't stop.

(sobbing)

DEVALOS:
Joel Tiernan

is Nathan Cafferty.

That's what you're telling me?

I know how this sounds.

No, I don't think you do.

It sounds insane, Allison.

You are telling me
that the essence

of my friend's
dead husband somehow

found its way into the
body of that man, Joel Tiernan,

and that therefore, we
should question Joel Tiernan

for the, for the murder
of Gabrielle's sister...?

They were having an affair.
She threatened to tell.

Who was she having
an affair with?

On whom was she
threatening to tell?

They're one and the same.

Right, and I think that's

a pretty tough sell to a jury.

Sir, I am telling you,

Joel Tiernan was
driving the car

that killed Nathan
Cafferty that night.

Joel and Nathan were
within yards of each other

when Nathan's soul
left his body,

but instead of going wherever
it was supposed to go...

It did what?
It... just made its way

to the nearest warm body
and took up residence.

Is that really what you think?

I know that's what
his wife thinks.

(sighs)

Sir, please, can't we
just bring him in here

and ask him where he was the
night his sister-in-law died?

What do you mean,
no one asked him that?

No one has asked
him anything.

No one thought it mattered.

In the past 24 hours, a theory
of evidence has emerged.

It's unconventional, to be
sure, but I was just curious

as to whether you might
have a point of view about it.

Mrs. Tiernan,
Gabrielle,

recently spoke with
Mrs. Dubois here and...

shared some very
interesting things

about the nature of you and your
wife's... mutual attraction.

(laughs)

My wife...

My wife is very spiritual.

Uh...

She has some rather romantic
ideas about life and death.

(laughs)

Yeah. I'm not sure she's...
(clears throat)

entirely over the loss
of her first husband.

I suppose, inevitably,

appearance aside, uh...
I have some things,

some traits in common
with Nathan,

and I'm sure Gabrielle...

interprets those similarities,

well, with a...

a romantic's heart,

a romantic's sensibility.

I hope you don't think
too badly of her.

It's one of the reasons
I love her so.

Anything else?

There is one
more thing.

Do you happen to
remember where you were

the night that
Robin was murdered?

Of course. Um, at home.

In bed sick.

Gabrielle had this, uh...

charity thing, really
wanted me to go with her

and meet some
of her friends,

but I just couldn't
get out of bed.

Then she got that
horrible news...

and we weren't
even together,

and, I mean, we're
always together.

Was anyone else

home that night? A cook, a maid?

(clears throat)

Would that be a "no"?

Yes, that's a "no."

Are you heading where
I think you're heading?

I barely knew Robin.

I just barely
married her sister.

Why in the world would I
want to do her any harm?

On the morning
after Robin was murdered,

the police found a...
a spot of blood

at the crime scene
that wasn't hers.

Yes, I know.

It was in all
the papers. So?

So we were wondering if you'd
mind giving us a blood sample.

It would enable us

to rule you out,
Mr. Tiernan.

Actually, I'm embarrassed that
this wasn't attended to earlier.

It's a simple request

and I would infer
nothing from it

other than it
would allow us

to do our due
diligence, and...

we could look your wife
in the eye and tell her

that we have left
no stone unturned.

So, Mr. Tiernan, can
Detective Scanlon

take you downstairs?

Is that a "no"?

Yes, that's a "no."

I will not

participate
in this farce.

I will not have
my privacy invaded

so you people can
grasp at straws,

and most importantly,

I will not put my wife
through the embarrassment

and the humiliation
and the pain

of knowing that her pleas
for help in this matter

have yielded nothing
but the most...

cynical and simple-minded ideas
about who might be responsible

for her sister's death.

Is that all?

You know I can

compel you to give
us that blood.

Well, by all means,

call the family lawyer.

Gabrielle will
give you the number.

I'm leaving now.

JOE:
I let go

of the contractor that
we hired to, to, uh...

I'm home! Anyone
want Chinese?

...build the floor
model for trade shows.

Okay, that sounds good.

We'll take new bids
in next week.

I'll, I'll see you
in the morning.

Hi.

You're back early.

Actually, I worked
from home today. Um...

you were in meetings
and I needed to make

an executive parental decision,

and after I made it,
I didn't see the point

of discussing it
until you got home.

Discussing what?
She was upset.

She was embarrassed, and I-I
just couldn't bring myself

to force her
to go to school.

What, you couldn't
bring yourself?

Why? You weren't here.

You didn't see the
look on her face.

She just kept saying that
she couldn't help herself.

Now, I, I think we should
just keep her away from school

until this thing passes.

You want her to
miss more school?

Yeah, as a matter
of fact, I do.

I mean, you know,
p-p-people do it all the time.

Kids get sick,
they stay home.

But she's not sick.

She's not sick, Joe.

This is happening for a reason.

She's drawing these pictures
for a reason.

She can't just miss school
'cause we don't know what it is.

I mean, what if we
never figure it out?

Wait a second. What is this?

What's what?

I don't know. This spot.

On Mr. Enright's chest.

I don't know. It's his,
you know, his nipple.

No, I don't think so.

Look, there's only one.

And look, it's
on all these.

She drew it on
every single picture.

Is it growing?

It looks like it's just

changing shape. Look.
This one's like

a little circle, and then here
it looks like an X.

Maybe she's not just
drawing Mr. Enright.

Maybe she's diagnosing him.

REPORTER:
The city of Phoenix

mourned today as one
of its favorite sons,

renowned author Nathan Cafferty,

was laid to rest.

Mr. Cafferty, whose
net worth was estimated

at somewhere between
$15 and $20 million was killed

last week when his car
was struck head-on

by another vehicle.

He is survived by his wife,
Gabrielle, who insists

that rumors that her husband
was working on a new book

at the time of his death were,

to the best of her
knowledge, untrue.

"Our friends often commented
that we made an odd couple,

Gabrielle and I.

She believed with all her heart

that there was far more
to this universe

than the so-called "scientists"
would have us believe.

I, of course, did not.

To the casual observer,
it may have appeared

we had little
in common, but faith,

as it has often
been said, is feminine.

Even the cynic who
believes in nothing

can find a girl
who believes in him."

I was wrong.

Joel Tiernan isn't
walking around

with the soul of Nathan
Cafferty inside of him.

He's walking around with Nathan
Cafferty's autobiography.

I beg your pardon?

Remember I
told you

that I saw pages raining
down from the sky

the night of the car wreck?

I think that's what it was.

It was Nathan Cafferty's
autobiography.

Joel stole it before
anyone else could read it.

That's how I knew
so much about him.

That's how he could
convince Gabrielle

that he was him.

He had a...

a virtual manual
on how to be him.

Look, I'm sorry.
I know I told you

that Joel was Nathan.

I was wrong.

I fell for the same
scam Gabrielle did.

The only thing I don't know

is, if Joel Tiernan
was always Joel Tiernan,

why would he kill Robin Aronson?

Maybe because he didn't
kill her, Allison.

What?

Lee brought this in a few
minutes before you arrived.

Wait a second. Who's this?

Arthur Kolber. Worked
as a maintenance man

at the cottages where Robin
Aaronson was beaten to death.

I was doing my due diligence on
the hotel staff when I found out

Kolber sexually assaulted

a female friend
two months ago.

I had the lab compare hisblood
with the drop that we found

at the scene of Robin
Aaronson's murder, and...

guess what.

A perfect match.

Kolber claims
he cut his hand

doing repairs
at the cottage,

but I don't buy it.

I'm pretty sure this is our guy.

Wait a second.

Even if he didn't kill Robin,

what about everything
he's done to Gabrielle,

everything he's put her through.

Can't we get him on that?

On what?

Gabrielle is a full-grown woman.

If she wants to believe
that she's married

to the ghost
of her dead husband,

well, there's no
law against that.

On the other hand,

I... I'd be lying if I said

that I didn't think that Joel
Tiernan was hiding something.

But here's the thing--

I already owe
the man an apology

for accusing him of
killing his sister-in-law.

I certainly can't also
accuse him of perpetrating

one of the cruelest hoaxes
I've ever heard of,

especially without proof.

You... don't have
any proof, do you?

Yeah, well.

Me neither.

ENRIGHT:
I'm sorry. I don't get it.

Your daughter has done

maybe a dozen more
explicit drawings of me,

and you want to talk to me
about this dot?

I'm not so sure that
it is just a dot.

I think that
maybe it's a mole.

(laughs)

All right, a mole. So?

So... do you?

Do you have a mole
on your chest?

One that's, you know,

in roughly the same
spot as these?

You know what?
I don't really know.

I've got quite a few moles.
Most adults do.

I know, but I'm
talking about this one.

You see how it's
changing shape in
the pictures?

See, it's, like, growing?

I don't mean to alarm you,

but I think that you might want
to see a doctor.

Mr. Dubois, with all due
respect to your daughter,

these are doodles.

Now, are you seriously
suggesting

that I have myself tested
for skin cancer

because of your daughter's
doodles?

Actually, I am.

(knocking)

JOEL:
Robin, you in there?

ROBIN:
The door's open.

(door hinges creak)

I got here as fast as I could.

So why'd you make me drive
all the way out here

just to talk to you, hmm?

What is this place?

(door opening)
This?

This is our place.

It's so good
to see you again, baby.

Robin, what are you doing?

Why are you dressed like that?

Stop!

What's the matter?

I can't do this with you.

I mean, I'm flattered,
don't get me wrong.

But I could never betray
Gabrielle like that.

(chuckles)

Huh, that's funny.

You never had a problem
with it before, Nathan.

What did you
just call me?

"Nathan." That's who
you really are, isn't it?

Gabrielle told you.

Yeah, she told me.
She told me all about you.

Of course, if you were
really Nathan,

you'd know about our little
secret, wouldn't you?

You'd know that
you bought me this negligee,

and you'd know that
this place

is where we used to meet

to make love;

to betray my sister.

But you don't remember
anything about us, do you?

Because you're not Nathan,
you're a fraud.

A parasite.

Wait a minute.
You have it wrong.

Shut up! Stop lying.

I don't know how you managed
to trick my sister,

but I'm gonna make sure
she knows the truth.

I'm gonna tell her everything.

Your sister loves me, Robin.

She's happy.

You should have
left us alone.

(gasps)

Mrs. Tiernan?

I was hoping
I could speak
with you.

I'm not sure we have much
to talk about.

Not unless you're here
to apologize

for the way your office
treated my husband.

No, that's not why I'm here.

Obviously, he didn't write
about the affair

in his autobiography.

That's why Joel
didn't know about it.

So when Robin threatened
to expose him,

he didn't really have
a choice but to kill her.

Kill her or lose everything.

No... no, you're wrong.

They, they found
another man's blood

at the crime scene.

A man who worked
at the hotel;

he told the police
he cut his hand.

I can't prove it,

but it think he's
being honest with us.

The truth is, I can't prove
any of this.

But you came to us,
you told us you wanted our help.

And I thought you deserved
to hear the truth

even if a jury never does.

Even if it hurts.

Gabrielle,

he's gone.

The man you loved is gone.

And this man isn't him.

(door opens)

(door shuts)

Gabby, I'm back.

Welcome home, Nathan.

It's okay.

Um, you don't have to pretend
in front of Mrs. Dubois.

She knows who you really are.

What's she doing here?

After all I've been through

with the district attorney's
office,

why would you let that woman
in our house?

She came here
to talk to me,

to, um, to tell me some things
about you.

Some theories she has about you.

What kind
of theories?

Why would you listen to her?

We've been together
nearly two years.

What could she possibly
tell you

that we don't already know?

Well, that's a great question,
Nathan.

You don't mind if I call you
"Nathan," do you?

You know what?

I was just flipping through

a couple of your books
this morning.

They're beautifully written,
Mr. Cafferty.

You really have a way with words

and a, and a very particular
style.

You're a wonderful writer.

Thank you.

Anyway, I know this is gonna
sound like a strange request,

but we were wondering
if maybe we could get you

to sit here and write something
right here, right now.

Now, why would I want
to do that?

Well, why wouldn't you want
to do it?

You know, it's, it's funny.

In the two years since
you first walked in that door,

I haven't seen you do
a single stitch of work.

I haven't seen you write
anything.

And Nathan,

I mean, the original Nathan,
he was forever writing things,

reading things to me,
showing me things.

So do it for me again, Nathan,
like you used to.

Can you even type?

I think I'd like you to leave
my house now, Mrs. Dubois.

Actually, this is my house...

and I'd like Allison to stay.

She's invited some
of her colleagues over.

They should be here
in a minute.

Mrs. Dubois seems to think

that if the police take a look
around the, uh, the property,

they may turn up that manuscript

that she says you took
from Nathan's car.

We turned the place
upside down.

So far, we found nothing.

I'll give it a few more minutes,

but, uh, I think it's just
about time to pack it in.

So that's it?
He gets away with everything?

Well, everything
except Gabrielle.

She asked
if we'd escort
her husband

from the premises
after we're done.

We might not be able to prove
Joe Tiernan's a murderer,

but at least we got him
out of her life.

* *

* *

Lee!

ALLISON:
Are the girls down?

Two out of three.

Bridgette's still buzzing
about all the nice things

that Mr. Enright had
to say about her

after class today;

how she should feel free
to draw what she wants

when she wants.

Mm.

Call me crazy.

I think somebody
got some good news

from their dermatologist.

What is this?

It's a little picture
of us that Bridgette drew

before she went to bed.

I looked very closely.
There's no lumps,

growths or vestigial limbs
on either of us,

so I assume we're
in the pink of health.

She even gave us clothes.

Hmm.

Hey, did I tell you

that I took a life-drawing
class in college?

No, you didn't.
Yes, I did.

Yeah?
Mm.

You ever done
any modeling?

Get used to these
boxers, babe,

because they're
never coming off.

Oh, come on.
You have something
against art, hmm?

I'm telling you. You've
got a little something.
Oh, yeah?

I just need to get
my crayons.
(laughs)

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