All language subtitles for High Potential s02e03 Eleven Minutes.eng

How many?

Table for two, please.

Meeting someone special?

Very special.

So sweet. Well, come on. Look at you
seated.

Oh, wow.

Some people can be so rude.

No worries.

Best seat in the house.

I'll let you look that over while I get
all that cleaned up.

Excuse me.

Do I look okay?

I think you look dashing.

Thank you.

Guys, come on, let's go. Little's going
to be here any second. Breakfast is

ready.

You've inherited my judgmental stare.

But only Ava got that. Who happens to
love toaster waffles? I'll have you

I love toaster waffles.

One of them does. I can't keep track.

Here.

What are these?

Just a little project I'm working on.
Now that we have some walking around

money, I thought I'd hire a little part
-time help.

I recommend this one.

Oh, yeah?

She plays laser time.

Heightened peripheral vision, fast
reflexes, important traits as Chloe

walking. I feel like you picked her
because she's pretty, but you're doing a

good job of hiding it.

Oh, I know her. She was a senior when I
was a freshman. Yeah? What do you know

about her? I don't know.

Seniors don't talk to freshmen.

Well, maybe dig around in her social
media or something. I'm thinking about

hiring somebody part -time.

Oh, right.

Back to work full time today.

That's right. And while I'm at work, I
want to make sure that you guys are

getting the support you need at home.

Ludo needed some backup. I got him that.
So tell me what you guys need.

I'd still love to visit the morgue.

I love that idea. You know, why don't
you show me you can change Chloe's

without passing out from the smell and
we'll graduate to formaldehyde. What

about you, Ava?

I'd love to hear some news about my dad.

I mean, it's okay.

I know you haven't really had the chance
to talk to Lieutenant Soto, but now

that you're back, maybe she has some
news?

I'm definitely going to look into it.

But right now, I'm needed at a crime
scene. You take over, okay? So you can

these guys alive until Ludo gets here. I
love you. Bye.

Pay me what you're going to pay her.

Oh, absolutely. You send that invoice to
accounts payable, okay?

Bye.

means my account's payable yeah yeah i
got it

victim's

name is nathan ghoul 46 address on his
license put them right in the

neighborhood cafe hostess found him
behind these dumpsters with a bag taped

his head real money and credit cards are
still here i'm going too doesn't seem

like a robbery maybe something more
personal

Is he going to make it? He was in
cardiac arrest when we got here.

No pulse, no respiration.

Got a heartbeat back, but he hasn't
regained consciousness.

Ventilator's doing breathing for him.

Could be brain dead.

They'll be able to tell more at the
hospital. We just don't know how long he

without oxygen before we landed.

Poor guy's luck might have finally run
out. Finally. You know this guy? Take

with a frequent flyer. Rode with us more
than once.

History of suspicious injury.

Suspicious how?

He told us he fell and broke his leg.
Before that, it was burned his hand on

stove. All he's just said, he was
clumsy.

But you think someone else helped.

Nathan was a good guy.

Hope he finally did this.

Is that a hostess, Mama? Yeah, she's a
little shaken, but I think she can

some questions.

He was so nervous that he was meeting
someone special.

Oh, that's not my man.

This is where he sat?

I went inside to get some cleaning
supplies, and when I came out, I thought

left. I found that pen, and I ran up the
street to look for him. And things got

busy, and I just forgot about cleaning
up. I'm glad you did.

Carrot Egg, check this out.

You ever spill a drink on yourself at
one of these tables?

Uh, I can't say I recall doing that, no.

Of course you haven't. You like to put
on a hazmat suit when you eat something

crumbly. But just pretend for one second
that you're a normal guy, having a

normal meal, okay?

sitting on a refreshing drink on a hot
summer day when, uh -oh, you spill it

over the table, drift through the
cracks, and land all over your

pants.

Mm -hmm.

I know.

But look at these spills. They all
landed evenly, all over the ground, the

chairs. There weren't even butts in the
seats.

The spills were staged.

Someone knew Nathan was going to be here
and wanted to make sure he'd sit by the

alley.

What time would you say you seated him
and when did you find him in the alley?

I guess he got here around a quarter to
eight.

Okay, so how'd you find the body?

I heard ducks.

Ducks? Ducks quacking somewhere in the
alley.

I went to look and I found him.

I think that's all we have for now. If
there's any other questions, we'll be

sure to let you know.

Okay.

I thought you were going to launch into
a comprehensive breakdown of the

migratory patterns of ducks in the Los
Angeles area.

Is that what you thought? Yeah.

Well, it could, but that would be
pointless because there were no ducks in

alley.

Did you see signs of ducks?

There was no poop. That's all ducks do.
They poop.

I don't know what she heard, but I don't
think it was ducks. All right. We'll

put a pen in the ducks.

Vic's apartment is just a few blocks
from here.

If the paramedics were convinced someone
was repeatedly hurting him, let's go

find out who.

Books on player stats, half a dozen team
schedules.

Nathan Gould really loved his sports.

Oh, yeah?

Who's his team?

Enlighten me.

Me? I can't even figure out what his
favorite sport is. I've been all over

place. There's not a baseball cap or a
jersey, not a banner on the wall.

The place is wild, though. If anybody
this obsessed with stats was actually

sports, do you know what it would look
like in here?

It looked like the inside of a stadium
gift shop.

But I did also notice this very
impressive stack of overdue bills, a

very familiar with.

Looks like Nathan was only a couple
weeks away from having everything turned

off. So you don't think Nathan loves
sports, you think he loves gambling.

And I don't think gambling loved him
back, which could explain all those

mysterious injuries that the paramedics
were talking about.

Nathan had fallen behind on his deaths.

And to the kind of people who do worse
than turn off the water when the

payment's late.

What do you think it is?

I don't know. It could be a bank account
or a passcode, international phone

number.

Okay, those scary guys you were just
talking about, the debt collectors, they

know home addresses?

We're nice people. You could have just
knocked.

Have a second back up.

Nobody gotta get hurt. Think y 'all
better watch me run. You've reached

Lieutenant Soto. Please leave a message
and I'll return your call as soon as I

can. Hey!

Come!

On your stomach.

On your stomach. Hands behind your back.

Uh -huh.

Marco De Leon.

Buddy ditched you pretty quick there,
Marco. Did I hurt your feelings?

He's not my buddy.

Well, no, not after a stunt like that.

I think what Marco means is they're just
business associates. Isn't that right,

Marco? Oh, looky here.

Found something.

So this is what we're thinking, Marco.
You and your business associate work for

whoever Nathan Gould owed money to. And
you or someone else who works for your

boss slipped a plastic bag over Nathan's
head this morning.

He's still alive, by the way. Probably
not going to make it, though.

Anyway, knowing that Nathan's never
going to make good on his debts, your

sent you over here to recoup what you
could in stolen valuables. Sound about

right? Do you have anything else in his
pocket? A weapon?

A vial of something to inject?

No.

Why? What are you thinking?

Thinking we may have misjudged our
friend Marco here.

And if I'm right about that, you are
really going to want to introduce us to

your boss.

Hey, Ray. We're here to ask some
questions about Nathan Gould.

I don't talk to cops.

Works for me. I'm not a cop.

And I wouldn't hate if this one didn't
talk at all.

Oh, my goodness.

Is that the Whisper Shoe Ultra?

Electric card shuffler.

Those are so cool. Does every table in
here have one of those?

Sure does.

Oh, man. Wish my kid was here.

Going through a real card phase right
now.

Just the other day, he made me sit
through an entire YouTube video on the

and outs of how this machine works.

Isn't that so random?

Everybody out.

Now!

Uh,

what just happened? Well, it turns out
these card shuffling machines aren't as

random as people think they are.

Right, Ray?

And that one in particular, the Whisper
Shoe Ultra, is really not random.

In ways a disreputable house could use,
back the odds.

Definitely not something Ray wants
getting out there.

You got stones.

I'll give you that.

Coming in here, lobbing accusations.

Actually, Ray, I think you heard wrong.

Thanks to my colleague here.

We're pretty certain that you weren't
involved in the attack on Mr. Gould. At

least, not the one this morning.

Yeah, see, when we found that empty
syringe on Marco, we realized he was

to inject an air bubble into Nathan's
bloodstream.

So if Marco went there to kill Nathan
then, that means you and your guys

attack Nathan earlier.

Isn't that ironic?

Sending a guy to commit a murder proves
that you didn't commit that murder.

Send that one to Alanis, right?

But that makes me wonder...

Why did you send Marco with just an
empty syringe? I mean, injecting an air

bubble into someone's bloodstream, that
would make their death look like natural

causes, right?

But someone like you in the reputation
business would want Nathan's death to

send a message.

Unless you had a way to profit off of
Nathan's death, but only if it

looked like you didn't kill him.

1 -855 -004 -606, does that number sound
familiar?

It does. It did sound familiar. Do you
see that? That number we saw at

that was Ray's social security number.

You see, before the current randomized
system, social security numbers were

issued based on the state where the
applicant lived and when the application

came in.

Now, I can roughly guess your age, you
know, even with the 10 or so years that

hard living put on you. And thanks to
that photo over there of you marching in

the Mummers Parade.

which is an annual Philly thing, I'm
guessing you're from Pennsylvania.

Both of those make sense with the number
that we found. But that begs the

question, why would Nathan Gould have
his loan shark social security number?

But you hate talking to cops, so I'll
answer this one for you. You need

someone's social security number, and in
many cases a notary, which would

explain the ink smudge, to make them the
beneficiary of your life insurance.

So, in other words, Ray, you forced
Nathan Gould to make you the beneficiary

his insurance policy as a way to pay off
his loans.

And then because you love to stack the
deck, you sent Marco to make sure you

collect. I didn't force Nathan to do
anything.

It was his idea.

Really?

Care to elaborate?

I'm not getting the sense that he does.

Well, we want to know who else is mad
enough to kill Nathan. We need to find

whose name he took off the life
insurance.

See you, Ray.

Jessica, this is the old beneficiary
form from your father's life insurance

policy. We had the insurance company
pull it for us. Until a few weeks ago,

were in line to collect $100 ,000 when
your dad died.

Made us wonder how you felt about it
when he changed the form.

This is the first I'm hearing my dad
even had a life insurance policy, much

that my name was on it.

Honestly, I'm surprised.

Wasn't exactly good with money.

Sounds like you two weren't close.

He and my mom split when I was eight.

Over his gambling habits, mostly.

I think.

Where's your mom now?

Denver. My stepdad.

I came back out here after school for
work.

I tried to keep in touch with my dad
over the years, but they never followed

through. Until a couple months ago, he
reached out. Out of the blue. He said he

was going away soon, and he wanted to
make things right before he did.

We've seen each other more in the last
couple months than we have in decades.

Jessica, when your dad was attacked, he
was carrying a pin on him and a gift

box. It was a ladybug. Does that mean
anything to you?

Oh.

Ladybug was his nickname for me as a
kid.

Because he said I was cute and good
luck.

Here you go.

Well, then, if the gift was for you,
you're the person your dad was expecting

meet this morning.

Can I ask why you didn't show?

I did show. He didn't.

So you were at Dudley Market in Venice
around 7 .45 this morning?

No, I was waiting for him at Ground Wire
in Toluca Lake. That's where we were

supposed to meet.

Thanks, Jessica. We'll reach out when we
know more.

Nathan Gould's daughter? Yeah, Jessica.

We're checking her alibi, but we don't
like her for it.

What you got there?

I just noticed the hotel across the
street from the cafe had security

so the tenant wanted me to check and see
if it caught the attack, but nothing.

Anything interesting?

Well, Nathan and his daughter were
estranged for most of her life. He'd

out recently and reconciled. They were
supposed to meet this morning, but for

some reason they ended up at two
different cafes.

We're still figuring that out.

One thing she mentioned, he told her he
was planning to go away for a while. So

did he book any airline tickets or hotel
rooms that would let us know where he

was going?

I've been going through his credit card
and bank statements.

I haven't seen anything about travel
plans.

Well, this is weird.

He had a subscription for a specialty
dog food that he canceled a few weeks

We were just at his place. Did you see
any signs of a dog?

I did not.

I mean, I guess it's possible the dog
could have died, but what if he gave it

away? That would make a lot more sense.

Go on.

Well, Nathan recently reconciled with
his daughter, who he hasn't had any

contact with for years.

He settles his debts with a loan shark
by signing over his life insurance,

right? And then he tells his daughter
he's going away, despite there being no

evidence of travel.

Put that together with giving your dog
away, and I think this man was planning

on taking his own life.

That's what he meant by going away for a
while.

So somebody decides to kill the guy
right when he's about to kill himself.

But why?

They didn't have any stevia.

It's fine. Or oat milk.

That's fine.

I don't think they want their decaf.
What's up?

So you went with hot water?

What a treat.

He's the hospital's transplant
coordinator discussing organ donations.

So he's officially brain dead?

Yeah.

Some timing, huh?

This poor woman finally reconciles with
her father.

You okay?

Just, I don't know.

if there was any news about her dad.

You haven't told her about Arthur yet,
huh?

No.

Well, even I've heard her say she wants
you to treat her like a grown -up.

Maybe take her at her word.

You think he was going to take his own
life?

You didn't know?

Oh.

Emmett.

His dog.

Dad asked me to take care of him while
he traveled.

Why did he want to die?

It's just a theory right now, but we
think he actually may have been

you. Your dad owed money to some loan
sharks.

They would have kept hurting him
eventually, probably a lot worse.

these people operate, we think that
maybe they threaten to come after you

So, by changing his life insurance
policy and offering to end his own life,

think he was making sure you didn't end
up paying for his sins.

Was your dad close with anyone he would
have talked to about this?

We had barely gotten to know each other
again. I just, I don't know enough about

his life to say.

Did your dad know you were pregnant?

How did you know?

Oh, well, the smells in here are driving
you nuts. I see that saltine peeking

out of your purse and you've got ginger
tea.

Been there a few times.

Congratulations.

I told him the last time we saw each
other.

He was so excited.

We joked about how much fun it is to
have a ton of doctor visits.

It's the one thing we bonded over.

He told you about his injuries?

His injuries? No, no. The visits that he
talked about were to a cardiologist. He

said he recently had a whole series of
scans and tests.

Did he mention any specific symptoms?

No. If anything, it was the opposite.

He went out of his way to make sure I
knew that everything was fine.

Why would someone who's fine put
themselves through a series of tests?

We're like 20 minutes early. I didn't
even realize. I know.

Don't fret. I'm not sure how we pulled
that off. I like this look on us. I can

get some alone time in the hydroponics
lab before homeroom.

Bye. Love you.

Bye. Have a good day. The joys of being
a dweeb. Not sure what I'm supposed to

do, but I'll manage.

Ava.

Why don't you hang back for a second?

I need to talk to you about something.

So, at least as of a few weeks ago, my
dad was living in Nevada?

According to this Arthur guy.

Did he say how long he was living there
for?

No.

And all we know about Arthur is that
he's a landscaper? I guess so.

I know. It's not a lot of information,
and we're going to keep digging around.

I just didn't want to fill you in too
early because I didn't want you to get

your hopes up or be let down.

No, I want you to tell me everything.

I know you do. I heard you. So that's
why I was filling you in on this.

Oh, I got to go to work.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine. Are you sure? Because if
not, I'll just tell him I'm not coming

in today. You're going to play hooky.
Mom, it's okay.

I'm fine.

I love you. I love you.

Can you find your way to school from
here?

Yeah, Mom, I'll plug it in a ways.

Hey, Daphne, you got Nathan Gould's
phone? Yep, PID unlocked it.

Nathan got an email the night before the
attack claiming to be from his daughter

Jessica changing their meeting to 745 at
the cafe in Venice.

Let me guess, this is not Jessica's
email address. I checked, it's a fake.

Yeah, that would explain why Nathan and
Jessica ended up sitting at different

cafes. Whoever did this wanted Nathan at
that cafe and alone.

Since Nathan and Jessica had just
reconciled, he might not have even

email came from an unknown address.

Morgan, what are you doing?

There's an alarm set on Nathan's phone
for 8 .01 a .m. And the ringtone is set

to the duck sound.

That's what the cafe hostess heard in
the alleyway.

The killer wanted somebody to find his
body around 8 o 'clock in the morning.

Long enough after the attack to make
sure he was brain dead, but soon enough

make sure his organs were still viable.

I think Nathan Gould was killed for his
heart.

Robbed again.

Call the cops.

Good timing.

Cops are here.

Sorry, I didn't see you.

You were saying something about being
robbed?

He's kidding about calling the cops.

People steal things off the bus when
we're on calls.

Even more so lately with all the drug
supply shortages.

You just write it up.

But it's not the controlled stuff.
That's locked up.

It's not the controlled stuff, right?

Albuterol. Asthma men.

We got more in back of the house.

Is there something we can help you with?
We had some questions about the Nathan

Gould call. We're hoping you can walk us
through the timeline.

Sure. Shoot.

Well, the 911 call, it came in around 8
.01, 8 .02. Is that about right? Yeah,

sounds right. Just after our shift
started, which was at 8. And how long

that for you to arrive on scene?

About five minutes.

Cafe's closed.

And maybe another three minutes after
that to get a heartbeat back.

One last question.

To do Z.

How long would a victim have to be down
in order to guarantee they'd be brain

dead?

Eleven minutes, give or take.

Appreciate it.

You were right.

Of course I was right.

Also, you should think about stocking up
on albuterol if you need it. They're

having a theft problem, apparently.

I'm all good there, but thank you.

Where's Soto?

She stayed back at the hospital to ask a
few more questions.

This attack was timed to turn Nathan
Gould into the perfect organ donor. He

down for at least 11 minutes before help
arrived.

I've been thinking about it. I think
there's more.

Nathan was in on it.

The cardiac workup.

He was making sure his heart was in good
shape. Right. We already knew that he

was planning on killing himself.

Nathan had arranged with someone to give
him his heart. But then he found out he

was going to become a grandfather, and
he changed his mind, so the killer had

kill him.

Unbelievable.

Everything okay?

Yeah. You're not going to blast the old
-timey Carhorn, are you?

More than one novelty ringtone per case?
I don't think so. That would be

overkill. Fair enough.

Because it seems to me our next question
is, who is Nathan Goulthard going to?

Will we find them? I think we find our
killer.

Excuse me.

Hi. I work with the police. I saw you
talking to Jessica Gould yesterday about

her father's organ donations.

Yes, I remember you. Yeah. Has it been
decided where Nathan's heart's going

I'm sorry.

I wouldn't know.

Aren't you the hospital's transplant
coordinator?

And you're on the committee, right?
Yeah, they call you guys the God

You literally get to decide who lives
and who dies?

If you can't answer our questions, then
who can?

I... I meant I don't know off the top of
my head.

Make an appointment with my office and
I'll look it up for you.

Okay?

Any luck?

I didn't realize the question about
where a donor heart was going was scary,

that woman seemed afraid to answer. Same
deal with the transplant surgeon. I get

the feeling these guys are circling the
wagons. As if someone with a lot of pull

is keeping them quiet.

Because maybe they want the heart for
themselves.

One thing I did find out, Jessica Gould
has given her consent. So Nathan's set

to be taken off life support tomorrow.

Organs will be harvested then. Meaning
if we're right and someone is forcing

hospital to give them the heart... It'd
be good to find out who first.

Hello?

What?

Where is she?

I'll be right there.

Ava just got arrested.

You can uncut her now, please.

Can't do that. Building owner caught her
vandalizing his property.

Ava, it's one of your dad's murals.
Yeah, I'm aware.

Oh, honey, I am so sorry. Just leave me
alone, okay?

Okay.

So what happens now?

We take her in.

No, listen, that's not necessary, all
right? Her dad painted that. This is a

family matter. I will take care of it.

Tell that to the owner. Guy wants to
press charges.

That's the owner? How about this? I go
smoother over with him. We assure him

young lady's going to come back, clean
this mess up later, and forget it ever

happened. No paperwork for you. Sorry,
detective.

I think I really wanted to clean this
up. She had a chance before you got

Come on. On your feet.

No, don't touch my daughter, okay?

Morgan, it's all right. I know it's all
right. I'm all right. Ma 'am. Don't call

me ma 'am, okay, sir? Don't call me ma
'am right now. I don't need that from

you. What I need from you is to
understand that giving a 15 -year -old

criminal record over some tape is
completely insane.

Here. Because of her?

Ada, that woman has her own problems to
deal with.

No offense.

Thanks,

Gina. You got it.

Treat her like a grown -up, we said.

You're welcome.

I'm sorry.

Oh, buddy.

Come here.

I'm sorry.

I messed up.

Sometimes I forget that there's a right
time to drop huge information on someone

and a wrong time, which would be right
before you send her off to school.

It wasn't that.

I know I said I wanted to know
everything, but I was wrong.

This was way worse than not knowing.

What do you mean?

My dad's been alive this whole time,
living his life.

One stayed over.

And with everything you've been finding
out, I actually let myself believe he

cared. That he didn't abandon us.

I still believe that. How? Because I
know who your dad was.

And we haven't heard his side of the
story yet, you know? Maybe there's a

that he's had to stay away. My whole
life? I can't for the life of me wrap my

mind around what that reason would be.

But the one thing I do know is that he
loved you more than anything in the

world.

Okay.

You know, I'm actually working on a case
right now where the father estranged

from his daughter.

And once he came back into the picture,
the only thing he cared about was making

it right.

And that's what all this is about?

It's part of it.

I'm looking for somebody who needs a
heart transplant.

Somebody powerful enough to intimidate
an entire hospital to get it.

So I figured I'd start with their
biggest donors.

These guys?

Mm -hmm.

You were looking at a who's who of L .A.
philanthropy.

What about him?

Carson Wood. Looks like he's a big
producer.

This photo wasn't from that premiere.

Do you see who's behind him?

Uh -huh.

Oh, my God.

Mom, seriously, do you live under a rug?
She's an actress. She's in, like,

everything.

Right. Okay.

Anyway, this whole thing went down about
this dress. She dissed the designer,

and they were going back and forth for,
like, a week. But that happened, like,

over a year ago. Really?

Mm -hmm.

Well, look at you.

And you didn't think you were anything
like me.

I mean, first we get arrested together.

Okay, okay.

Can we look this guy up?

Yeah.

Oh, all these are old. Yeah, that one's
definitely old. Okay, so if you're

right, this guy hasn't been seen in
public for months, but he's posting old

pictures as if they're recent.

Shady. Might be more than shady.

Maybe he's been hiding the fact that
he's sick.

Everything good with Morgan?

Yeah, she had to visit Ava's school,
clear up a little truancy thing

What's going on here?

Showed up just as Carson Wood was about
to head out. I suggested he wait because

people didn't like that.

So you decided to block the driveway?

Things were getting a little tense.

Copy that.

Carson Wood, Detectives Karanek and
Forrester, LAPD. Mind if we ask you a

questions? To get you the hell out of my
driveway, ask away.

Make it quick.

Does the name Nathan Gould mean anything
to you?

Heard it.

He's a murder victim whose death we're
investigating.

Never heard of him.

P .S., I don't know if you looked at me,
but I'm literally on my way to get a

heart transplant.

I'm not running around killing people.

Well, now that you mention it, one of
the reasons we're here is to see if

in the market for a new heart, sir. We
believe Mr. Gould was killed so that his

would be available for transplant.

As for killing him yourself, I think you
could hire some people to do it.

Can't argue with that.

Hey, Karen, the GPS is sent to the
airport.

Nothing clear.

Mr. Wood, would we be right that you
pressured St. Clair's Hospital to bump

to the top of their transplant list?
Maybe I did, maybe I didn't. Doesn't

matter. Got a better heart waiting for
me in Utah.

Wait, so you're saying you don't want
Nathan Gould's heart?

Is that the one at St. Clair's?

Doc said it wasn't a great match.

Technical stuff.

Not my department.

And if that concludes our business, I'd
appreciate you getting out of the way.

Time's the one thing I don't have.

Hey, how'd it go at the school?

I convinced him that 30 minutes in a
holding cell can serve as detention, but

whatever, that's not why I called. I got
a message from Soto. St. Clair's

Hospital called.

Oh, yeah, yeah, we know.

Carson Wood didn't even need Nathan's
heart.

Guessing it got put back into the
system?

Well, it would have.

But it's been stolen.

How did someone steal a heart? That's
what we're trying to figure out. The

hospital said everything went normally
with the organ removal. They took the

heart out of Nathan. They packed it for
transport.

That's when it was supposed to be driven
to another hospital. But that's when

everyone lost track of it. Someone with
knowledge of the process intercepted the

heart on its way out of the building. So
far, we haven't spotted anything on the

hospital surveillance, but we're still
looking.

How much time can pass between taking
out a heart and putting it in someone

else's? The hospital said six hours
tops, two of which have already passed.

And that's how much time we have.

Someone this killer cares about is about
to get a heart transplant, which means

our best chance to find the killer is
while that person is still in a hospital

bed. After the patient's safe and sound,
our guy could be in the wind.

Now, it felt like the transplant
coordinator was hiding things yesterday.

Let's have her back in for a
conversation.

Now that the pressure's off on Wood,
maybe she'll be more forthcoming.

I'm starting to feel like I should have
a lawyer. No, that's definitely a way

you could go, given that we could charge
you with obstructing an investigation.

You might lose your job, so lawyering up
might be the smart move.

But the truth is we're not looking to
come after you.

We need to find Nathan Gould's killer,
and we need to find him now. If you help

us, we'd be inclined to forget your role
in all of this.

My role in this?

I didn't have a choice.

If we didn't find Mr.

Woodhart, he would have cut off millions
in funding.

That's money we use to save countless
lives.

We're not here to judge.

Okay. We have reason to believe that at
one point Nathan Gould and his killer

were cooperating. Let's say Carson Wood
never interfered. Who would have gotten

the heart then?

Nathan Gould left behind a directed
donation.

He named the person he wanted his heart
to go to. And when Mr. Wood pressured us

to find him a heart,

The committee and I, we invalidated Mr.
Gould's directive.

Whose name was on the directed donation?

I don't know.

I deleted any record on the hospital
system.

You deleted the intended recipient's
name and you don't even remember who it

was? Not that I don't remember.

I didn't even look.

That person is something I don't want to
think about.

So their name should still be on the
transplant list, right?

Yeah.

Is this the information we got from the
transplant coordinator? The UNOS

database? Yes. You're looking at
everyone waiting on a heart in the

United States. Good, because that heart
only has about two hours of viability

left. How are we going to narrow this
down?

This one, this one, this one. I'll live
too far away to get the heart in time.

These are the wrong blood type.

And since a key factor in a heart match
is body size, you're out. You're out.

You are definitely out.

There we go.

Good work, Morgan.

You can just reach out to each of these
hospitals. No, we won't have to.

I've got to check something real quick,
but if I'm right...

I know where to find the killer.

Rosemary Kafferi, 70 years old, at Eaton
General, in end -stage heart failure.

She's the one getting the heart.

How did you know?

Because she was the only one left whose
profile said she was on albuterol.

Yeah, paramedics said people were
stealing albuterol because of a drug

I don't doubt that there was a drug
shortage, but people were not stealing

albuterol. One of the paramedics was.

For his mother.

That's what you had to check.

That's right.

Kateri was Rosemary's second husband's
last name. Her first husband was a

bishop, just like one of our paramedics,
Christopher Bishop.

He's Rosemary's son.

Christopher and Nathan knew each other
because of Nathan's injuries. They must

have shared their struggles with each
other.

So when Nathan decided to end his life,
he offered to direct his heart to

Christopher's mother. But then Nathan
changed his mind. Which meant

had to take matters into his own hands.

He staged the messy tables to make sure
that Nathan sat exactly where he wanted

him to.

And then he dragged his body into the
alley.

And he set an alarm to make sure that
someone would find Nathan at exactly the

right time.

This even explains the where and when.

Closing up to Christopher's firehouse so
he could show up to his shift before

the call came in and give himself an
alibi.

And he could make sure that he was the
paramedic who was taking the call.

He did all this to save his dying
mother.

Well, I'll have Unis posted to stop
Christopher and give Eaton General a

up.

We're going to stop her from getting the
heart, aren't we?

I had no idea.

I swear.

I was only told that a heart was
available.

Does he know that you know?

He dropped off the heart along with the
paperwork saying it was for you, and he

left. Mr. Gould's direct donation is
still on file here, too. We had the

hospital text Christopher as your next
of kin and say they needed him to come

back, which he did.

We have him in custody now.

He's going to go to prison, isn't he?

You're going to let me see him?

Please. I'll have my officers bring him
in.

Thank you.

Of course, you will go back on the
waiting list for another heart.

I really... I don't really care about
that.

My sweet boy.

Hey, Mom.

Sweetheart, come in.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.

I love you so much. I love you, too. I
tried.

I tried.

Please text her. I'm done with this.

I think your dad meant to give it to
you.

Actually, he already gave me one just
like it.

I think he meant to give this one to
her.

Can I ask you a question?

Your dad was absent your whole life and
you let him back in.

How did you do that?

Guess that's how my mom raised me.

You take care.

Angela Lee, 17.

The genital defect got progressively
worse. Eventually, the docs couldn't

it.

She got the heart.

Thank you.

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