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* This very secret*

* That you're trying to
conceal*

* Is the very same one*

* That you're dying to reveal*

Come on, Cavanaugh, wake up.

It'd be easier if you didn't
keep me up till 4:00.

[groans]

Is that coffee?

I woke up early.
Thought you could use it.

Well, I know you
drink the stuff.

No one could be
that Type A without it.

No, that is really nice.
I... I'm just not...

I'm not used to people
doing things for me.

Well, maybe
you should think
about getting used to it.

Maybe I am.

[cell phone ringing]

Hello?

I'm away.

Oh, sure. Guy gets
a prestige job
at a great paper,

and suddenly he's too good
for morning sex.

A hiker stumbled
onto a skull and some remains

out at Stony Brook reservation.

What's a couple more hours?

-Couple of hours?
-Yeah.

You sure know
how to pressure a guy.

Thirty minutes.

Fifteen.

Twenty.

Deal.

[Jordan laughs]

This one of those
shrink things?
You don't talk until I do?

You were telling me
about your brother.

Yes. He's my brother.
He lives in Wisconsin.

He's a bit troubled,
from what I understand.

So maybe you feel
responsible for that,
seeing as you raised him.

That's when you got out of
psych school, two years ago?

Look, Woody, you stood
right in that doorway

and you said
you wanted to talk.

But if you're not gonna
look at some of this stuff,

if you're not gonna dig
a little bit deeper,

you're wasting both our time.

[cell phone ringing]

Hold on a sec. This is Hoyt.

I'm on my way.

I gotta go.

Yeah, I'm shocked.

Thank you. This was helpful.

Robert Stockton. 34 years old.
Went missing
about ten years ago.

A teacher. Was just
about to get married.

I remember, the press
made a big deal out of it.

Thought it was
a groom-on-the-run thing.

Some hiker spotted
his skull in the dirt
earlier this morning.

Found his ID while they were
waiting for the rangers.

Who called the press?

Everybody's a media whore.

[Macy] What do you got?

Phones, clothes,
part of a wallet.

The weird thing is,
he wasn't wearing his clothes.

They were just tossed
in a hole over there.

Multiple stab wounds
on the skin.

That's skin?

[female police officer]
Detective.

I think we found
something here.

Great work, guys. Thanks.

[car door opens]

[Pollack]
Thanks for the ride.

Ah, at your service.

See ya.

-What's up?
-Probable murder weapon.

[journalist] Dr. Macy!

Dr. Macy, can you
give us a statement?

I better get this over with.

Hey, Doc, do me a favor.

Give them the cause of death,
but hold back on the details of
the knife.

[journalists clamoring]

Any scoop for a desperate
working hack?

What the hell?
One working hack to another,

guy was stabbed
with an ice pick.

Excuse me.

Are you Detective Hoyt?

Yeah.

They said that you're in
charge of...

The man they found,
the one in the woods.

What about him?

He was my teacher.
Mr. Stockton.

I didn't remember,
and I saw him on the news.

You didn't remember
he was your teacher?

No, I didn't remember
until they found him.

I don't understand.
Do you know something
about this murder?

Do you know who killed him?

I did.

[theme music playing]

I don't know why I did it.

He was my friend.

I thought you said
he was your teacher.

He was my soccer coach.

He helped me in school.

I was failing before,
and he tutored me.

And I stabbed him.

We were in
first place that year.

He was always the one
who told me to try out.

He's the reason I played.

You realize you would've been
ten years old
when this happened?

I know, I know
this sounds crazy,
but I know I killed him.

Tell me what else you remember.

That's all I can remember.

[Woody]
Look, Brian, this sort of thing
happens all the time.

People see something
on the news,

they get an idea in their head.

Now, I don't know if you
actually think you did this,

or you just need
a little attention or what.

Either way, you gotta go
get yourself some help.

You watching me now?

Paranoid?

I was observing the suspect.
I've been assigned.

-He didn't kill anyone.
-How do you know?

I'm a detective,
that's how I know.

Well, I think there might be
something to it.

Based on what, your vast
two-year experience?

Instinct.

And I was a detective
long before I was
a psychologist.

It may be a repressed memory

to avoid a traumatic event
or abuse.

Or maybe he's just crazy.

Let me talk to him.

We're not working on
our thesis papers here.

This is a real case,
with a real killer

who still happens to be
out there somewhere,
by the way.

You are so sure
he didn't do this. Why?

One, Stockton was
six foot and 180 pounds.

This kid was ten years old
at the time.

Two, he hasn't
mentioned anything

that hasn't already been
said in the news today.

-And three...
-What?

Why am I explaining
myself to you?

You're funny.

You know what? Forget it.

I'll just get
the captain's permission
to question him.

Holy Tasmanian terror.

[male police officer]
Ben and Eleanor Doyle.

There's been a rash of home
invasions in the neighborhood,
but nothing like this.

So why is there
no detective here?

Precinct's swamped.
Someone's on their way.

They told me to deal with it.

There's a torn screen
in the bedroom upstairs.

That's how the killers got in?

Looks that way.

These people have a kid?

Not that I know of.

There's no children's bedroom
in this place.

Wonder who this is, then.

Oh, hey, Nige, look at this.

They look so happy.

She yanked somebody's hair out.

It's odd. The artwork's
hardly been touched.

Well, maybe the killer
was after money.

Philistine. This is
an important collection.

Yesterday was
their anniversary.

They were married 26 years.

"To my darling Eleanor."

Hey.

Doesn't anybody knock
around here anymore?

Sorry.

The knife that they found,

it matches the incisions
on the epidermis,

and there was something else
that I wanted to show you.

Anything to tie that kid
Woody questioned to the knife?

Nothing yet.

You know, a guy
could disappear
off the face of the earth

and nobody would bat an eye.

I thought you said they made
a big fuss, looked for him.

Oh, yeah, for
all of about a week.

They never would have pursued
the thing if it hadn't been
such a good story.

"Bride jilted by
everybody's
all-American."

What's eating you, Doctor?

We're all dispensable, Bug.
Dispensable, disposable
and expendable.

Well, I'm sure his fiancee
didn't feel that way.

Ten to one, she's living in
Jersey, unhappily married to
somebody else.

Now what'd you wanna show me?

Take a look.

Quite a few of these white
cloth fibers on his clothing.

A different kind of weave than
anything else he was wearing.

And the GCMS showed up
some kind of soap residue
on his upper torso.

Why would he have soap on him
if he was killed in the woods?

Maybe he wasn't killed
in the woods.

All this tissue
under the nails
should be enough

to convict the bastard
when we find him.

Those pictures you saw,
the Doyles with
the little girl,

she was their daughter.

And she died of leukemia
ten years ago, six years old.

Imagine going through
something like that together.

Get through that
and you can get
through anything.

God, one minute you're
eating Mu Shu pork,

spending the week in bed,
and the next...

-Hey.
-Hey.

-What are you doing here?
-I wanted to see you.

Oh.

By the way, what's with
your detective friend?

He tried to screw me
on a story this morning.

Good thing I'm a fact checker.

Yeah, just ignore him.
He's got issues.

So, uh...

I wanted to ask you something.

Why are we whispering?

Well, I'm not sure
if we're public.

You can use your normal
voice if you want.

A mate of mine

offered me this cottage on
Martha's Vineyard
for the weekend.

We could leave
right after work tomorrow.

Ooh! The weekend?

I get it. I'm crowding you.
Moving too fast, eh?

No. No, it sounds good.

You know, a change of scenery.

I thought we could pick up
take-out on the way in
from the ferry.

There's a little Chinese
place nearby.
Does a great Mu Shu pork.

What?

Dr. Cavanaugh?

Yeah. Can I help you?

Uh, Jeffrey Brandau.
I'm an A.D.A.

It's a little early
for the D.A.'s office
to be involved, isn't it?

I need to know
which one of them died first.

What difference does it make?
We need to find the killer.

They killed each other.

Are you crazy?
Did you see their apartment?

Let me guess.
Looked like a hurricane hit it?

And someone broke through
a screen to get in.

We're talking about a savage.

A Charles Manson. And he's
out there somewhere!

Ben and Eleanor Doyle
practically had
the D.A.'s office on retainer.

We prosecuted them
a dozen times
for domestic abuse.

Her, then him. Then her.

On and on.

You've got the wrong people.

No, they filed for divorce
six times in
the last ten years.

You could
paper a room with
all the restraining orders.

They went before a judge
more often than Motley Crue.
[chuckles]

That's a little...

Look, you can waste
your time, looking
for a killer, if you want.

I just need to know
which one died first.

[Nigel]
Jordan...

The hairs that were clutched
in Mrs. Doyle's hand...

They're his.

You can see why it's hard
for Detective Hoyt to believe
that you did this.

You were so young.

I know.

I know it doesn't
sound right, but I did it.

I know.

Well, why do you know for sure?

I told them he didn't run away.

I kept insisting,
but no one would listen.

Did Robert have any enemies?

Anyone that might
wanna hurt him?

He wasn't that kind of man.

Anything you can think of?
Anything that might--

I've had ten years to think.

Part of me
actually hoped he was dead.

So I wouldn't have to wonder
if he'd left me.

Ten years of waiting and
wondering.

Not letting myself grieve.

The strangest thing... Now that
I can, I just feel numb.

Well, thank you very much

for taking time away
from your family
and coming in.

I don't have a family,
Detective.

I never got married.

I'm gonna find out
who did this.

I promise.

Thanks.

Hey, look...

Um, I think Brian Heeley
is telling the truth.

-I think he killed Stockton.
-Of course you do.
It validates your existence.

All right, look, my vast two
years' experience aside,

he's clearly been traumatized.

Okay,

let's just say he did,
which I don't buy for a second.

It'll never hold up in court.

Then let me take him
to the crime scene.

If he remembers something,
it may lead to some evidence.

And that's what you're
looking for, right?

If there's one thing
I'm pretty sure of,

it's that I'm not gonna
find it watching you
psychoanalyze anyone.

Wow.

Now I get it.

This isn't about evidence.

This is about you being right
and me being wrong.

What?

It's an hour
of your time, Hoyt.
That's all it'll take.

It was cold the day
he disappeared.

Do you remember that, Brian?

No.

Was it daytime
when you were here?

I don't know. I just...

-I just know that I killed him.
-Okay.

Did you go to school that day?

Did he come to your house?

I don't know! I don't remember.

How about this?
You remember this?

-Detective!
-This is where we found him.

Buried in this hole.
Somebody killed this guy.

That's enough, Hoyt!

How many times
did you stab him?

Did you walk up here that day?
Did he drive you?

I said enough!

This is a joke.
You don't know anything.

I killed him!
I know I killed him!

Brian, it's okay. Okay?

These things, they take time.

Speaking of which,
he's wasting mine.

Brian, what is it?

I remember the knife.

It was a long, pearl handle.

And a gold medallion.

It was my grandfather's.

Mrs. Heeley, we're trying
to figure out what happened.

Brian remembers
certain details of the crime.

Do you recognize this knife?

My father gave it
to Brian as a gift.

Mom, you're not supposed
to get so excited.

She has diabetes,
heart trouble.

Brian was very upset
when Mr. Stockton went missing.

They were...

They were very close.

He was never
very good in school.

Never involved
in class activities.

And then,
Mr. Stockton came along.

Remember?

Mama...

We should take a break.

-That okay?
-Yes.

This must be
very difficult for you.

I'm not saying he did it.

I don't think he did it.

I understand.

He was doing so great for a
while.

And then his grades fell.

And he started
getting into fights.

I don't know.

Something happened.

[door closes]

Brian!

You okay?
Why'd you do this, buddy?

You didn't kill anyone.
I know you didn't.

Don't worry.
It's gonna be okay.

You here to rub it in my face?
You were right, I was wrong.

It's not about right and wrong.

A troubled kid, a teacher
who takes an interest.

All of a sudden, things change.

What's that sound like to you?

You think Stockton
was abusing him?

It would give him
a motive for murder.

Protecting himself
against a sexual predator.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
wait a minute.

You hear teacher/student,
this is the first place you go?

His symptoms are classic.
The kid has clearly
blocked something out.

Let's just slow down
a little here, okay?

The guy is dead.

He has a family
who wants to know
what happened to him.

Just because you flipped
through a couple of issues
of Psychology Today...

You know what, Woody?
You are being naive.

And I'm not saying
it didn't happen.

But how about
we not destroy
the guy's reputation

without a shred of proof?
Excuse me. This is Hoyt.

Yeah.

Okay, I'm on my way.

That was the morgue.

They found a clue.
A real clue.
Don't wait by the phone.

[Macy] Maybe Brian Heeley
doesn't remember
the crime scene

because that wasn't it.

He had soap on the entire
upper half of his body.

From what?

When do you have soap
on your body?

Am I alone,
or am I with somebody?

The shower.

Most major manufacturers
distribute soap like this.

Usually contains
an antibacterial.

But this stuff doesn't.

Meaning what?

It's some kind of
discount brand, made
by a small company

didn't want to pay
for the trademark.

They were distributing
to limited areas ten years ago.

Usually to large
warehouse stores.

But they also shipped
directly to certain purchasers.

One of them being
the Boston Unified
School District.

-Yeah?
-Which includes

John Adams Middle School,
where Brian Heeley went.

Which just happens to be
half a mile from where
Stockton's body was buried.

[scoffs]

[Nigel] Okay, liver temp,
lividity, and eye potassium
levels indicate...

What are you doing?

Ah, there's no hemorrhaging
at the point of entry here.

So this wound is not
the cause of death.

-Really?
-Yeah.

So it was just shoved
into her heart after she died?

Ugly.

Yeah, see if this matches
the one on her husband's head.

By the by,
the scrapings we took...

Her tissue under his nails.
His under hers.

So obviously they were
fighting with each other.

Or they were protecting
each other from someone else.

Hmm. Let me think.
How is that gonna work?

So they're clawing
at each other

while someone else
is attacking them?

I don't know enough...

Why are you so reluctant
to believe these two
killed each other?

You've seen this
100 times, Jordan.

It's a fact, marriage is
the most common risk factor in
murder.

Does that thing match the wound
on her husband's head?

[sighs]

Well, did you find anything
in the evidence that matches
the wound on her head?

No, but CSU only boxes
the obvious stuff.

Why, you think the weapon
might be back there?

Maybe.

Are you coming?

"To my darling Eleanor,

my love, my strength,
my inspiration,

I wouldn't trade
our 26 years for anything."

Whatever this weapon was,
it's gotta be about
six inches across,

heavy, with a sharp corner
on it someplace.
I'm not finding it anywhere.

Okay, well,
the only explanation for that
is the killer took it with him.

Why would he take
whatever it is
and leave the sculpture behind?

Just keep looking.

Oh, Brandau!
So glad to see you here.

I went by the morgue,
and they said you were here.

[laughs] Correct me
if I'm wrong,

but don't you check the bodies
to see which one died first?

Take a look around.
You still think
they killed each other?

Yes, I do.

The killer broke in upstairs.

He attacked the Doyles
as they were coming down here.

Do you see the blood
on the stairs?

This was nothing new
for these two.
You saw the police reports.

Is there anything I can do
to get you off this theory?

Does this look like
it was written by a man

who was about to kill
his wife later that night?

And did you know this couple
lost a child together?

And still survived it.

If they killed each other,

why is the D.A.'s office
interested in this at all?

Yeah. What's the hurry?

You know, I could stall
time of death for months.

Mmm-hmm.

All right, all right,
all right!

We've got a pool.

A what?

Which one would actually kill
the other one first, when, how.

You've got money on this?

Well, I... Yes.

What's your money on?

This month. This year.
Blunt force trauma.

Oh, three out of four.
Husband or wife?

He kills her?

Can I get in on this?

No!

Shut up! God, you are a ghoul!

Yeah, a ghoul who will be
$2,500 richer
if she died first.

[mouthing] First...

Says here we're still using
that same brand of cleanser.

In here, the cafeteria,
lavatory.

What exactly is it
you gentlemen are looking for?

A crime scene.

Well, this used to be
the shower.

Used to be?

Whole room was redone in '96.

A year after
Stockton disappeared.

There's no way we're
gonna find anything here.

Old tile's still here.

You have a sledgehammer?

Is that...

It's blood spatter.
Went all the way
to the ceiling.

Okay.

So we're saying that the kid
somehow killed him here
in the shower.

Still doesn't make any sense.

How does somebody his size
move a 180-pound body

all the way out to the woods?

[Woody] All right, here it is.

The grid search turned up
an old laundry bin

stuck in the mud about 200 feet
from where Stockton was buried.

And the towels
in the locker room

look like they match the fibers
I found on Stockton's
clothing.

Must have used them
to cover the body,

then grabbed his clothes
from the locker room
and buried them with him.

They probably picked up
the service road right behind
the school parking lot,

put the bin on a dolly,
and then ditched it

when they were done
burying the body.

Big job for a 10-year-old.

Yeah, and how come nobody
noticed him?

Maybe it was dark.

Mrs. Heeley.

Is something wrong?

I'm here to confess
to the murder
of Robert Stockton.

Stockton was abusing my kid.

Sexually abusing my son.

You have proof of that?

Did Brian tell you that?

Didn't need any proof.

I knew my boy.

So I called Stockton up,
and I made an appointment
to see him.

The afternoon he disappeared.

[Lorraine]
That's right.

And I killed him.

Where?

I'm not saying anything more
till I speak to a lawyer.

Mrs. Heeley, I get it.

You're trying to save your son.

But if you can't tell me
something to back up
your confession,

the D.A. is going to laugh me
out of her office.

And then, she's going to
focus on Brian.

He was ten years old.

The jury's gonna have
a hard time believing
he killed a grown man.

-You here to tell me
you were right again?
-Mmm-mmm.

There's nothing to gloat about.
So you don't believe her?

Like I said, it's a mother
protecting her son.

She figures she can
confuse a jury with
more than one confession.

Or, she killed Stockton,
and Brian was there.

[cell phone ringing]

This is Hoyt.

[Macy] We've got
Stockton's blood
from the laundry bin,

and we've got
someone else's DNA
on two hairs we found.

Whose?

It's mitochondrial.

English, please.

It's passed down
from mother to child.

So, is it Lorraine's hair
or Brian's?

That's the problem.
It could be either.

[saw buzzing]

Don't be upset.
I'm just reporting
what I found.

Microscopic bits of rust
on the ends
of the severed mesh.

Then the tear was made
at least a couple weeks ago?

Yeah, nothing to do
with the deaths.

They must have
let the killer in.

Jordan...

There's no evidence
anybody else was there.

These two have a history
of pounding on one another.

This isn't like you!

You don't ride hunches.
You go with the evidence.

There's more evidence
than glass shards
and window screens.

You saw it. The flowers,
the photos, the love letters.

The prosecutions, the divorces,
the restraining orders!

Look, I know
why you don't
want this to be true.

What are you talking about?

Your Aussie friend.

I think...

I think they really did kill
each other.

Somewhere inside, I knew...

That's how things always go.

I don't know
why I let myself...

I guess I thought
that if it wasn't true,

then that meant that things
didn't always have to turn
to crap.

This is just the extreme.

Love turns to hate.

Why is that?

We still need to
get the time of death
for the D.A.'s office.

Could you please do that?

Yeah. Sure.

Bug just did an evaluation
of the mummified epidermis.

Given the distance
and the direction of
the spatter to the ceiling,

there is only one way
that the knife
could have entered the body.

In a downward motion.

I've got Brian Heeley's
medical records
right here.

Considering his height
and weight
at the time of the murder...

And the arterial trajectory
that we're looking at,

I think we can rule out
Brian as the murderer.

Which leaves his mother.

Hey, there.

Hey.

How about we catch
the 4:00 ferry, huh?

I don't think I can.

No worries.
There's another one at 6:00.

I mean, I don't think I can go.

I have to work.

Oh.

Well, it's this case that
I'm working on.

The D.A.'s office has been
pressuring me to wrap it up
fast.

You're not
a very good liar, Cavanaugh.

-No, honestly.
-I'm a big boy.

You don't wanna do this,
just say so.

I have to work.
You of all people
should understand that.

Yeah, except I handed off
my story, 'cause I thought
we were...

A little early
in the relationship to be
sabotaging yourself, isn't it?

[elevator bell dings]

Oh, Ms. Lebowski.

Jeffrey! So nice to see you.

Well, I was hoping
you could help me, actually.

-Oh...
-Dr. Cavanaugh's working
on a case.

It's a couple that died,
the D...

-The Doyles?
-Yeah, that's it.

Well, my assistant
took a message

that the time of death
has been established,

and I was hoping
that you could
get that information for me.

Let me see if I can
find Dr. Cavanaugh.

Well, actually...

I was hoping to
not have to deal with
Dr. Cavanaugh again.

She's a little...

Good at her job?

Well, I was gonna say
frightening, actually.

I'm gonna assume
that you're not talking
about me.

Did you leave a message
for Jeffrey about the Doyles?

I did.

They didn't kill each other.

I knew it.

You put him up to this,
didn't you?

No one put me up to anything.

Their brains.
As you can see,
they're not swollen.

Ring fractures
at the bases of
their skulls.

Just above the first spine bone
of the atlas.

Now, blunt force trauma
caused the atlas to push in
on their brain stems,

causing instant cardiac arrest.

So their brains didn't have
time to swell. They both
died instantly.

Yeah, but who died first?

These bodies are not
in proximity to one another.

And they died instantly.

Which means
he wasn't alive
to hit her, and vice-versa.

But no one else was there?

Correct.

So what happened?

You know, maybe we've
had this backwards all along.

The fight didn't start
upstairs. It started down here.

You are Ben.

Okay. You stay up here.

And you, being Eleanor...

Stay right about there.

Okay, so, the fight begins
downstairs.

Heated words, perhaps
an accusation of infidelity.

Knowing these two,
he may have just forgotten
to buy kitty litter.

Idiot! I can't believe you
forgot to pick up the damn cat
litter!

Oh, like I live to remember
your disgusting cat!

[screams]

Here, you drunk,
why don't you
have a nightcap?

Why do you think I drink,
you son of a...

Wait, wait, wait, wait!
Come on, come on.
Not the Bartlett.

Piece of...

Why don't you go
get yourself
one more dose of Botox?

I told you never to say...

Basket?

[Jordan] She shoves him
in the bookcase.

It begins to fall.
He, uh, stumbles.

[Nigel] Reaching out,
taking her with him.

Nah, this wouldn't have
caused identical
ring fractures.

Yeah, and their bodies
didn't land there.

[Nigel] She pushes him
into the bookcase.

Furious, he pushes back.

Over the railing she falls.

Still not right.

[Jordan] She pushes him
into the bookcase.

It starts to fall over.
But he gets out of the way.

He pushes her out of the way,
but then they both go over.

They tried to save each other.

True love after all.

Mrs. Heeley, you can
answer my questions now,

or you can answer the D.A.'s
when she puts you on the stand!

She's given a statement,
Detective.

You've got
all you're gonna get.

He's giving you bad advice,
Mrs. Heeley.

You can put an end
to this right now by...

-Lorraine!
-Mrs. Heeley!

Mrs. Heeley!
What's the matter with her?

Can we get some help in here?

Mom!

Should I call an ambulance?

She's diabetic.

I'm a doctor.

Roll her over.

Mom...

It's me. You okay?

I'm okay.

How long have you
been diabetic,
Mrs. Heeley?

Fourteen years.

You just rest, okay?

She didn't kill him.

-How do you know?
-That hair we found.

If it was hers,
there would've been evidence

of synthetic insulin
in the tox screen.

Wait, I'm not following you.

The hair had mitochondrial DNA.

Comes from the mother,
and it's passed down.

There's only one other person
besides Brian who could
have Lorraine's DNA.

Thanks.

Now you know why your witness
doesn't want to remember.

He blocked it out
to protect his big brother.

Even if I throw Craig
in the box
and beat it out of him,

I'm nowhere.

Three confessions?
The D.A.'s gonna
laugh me out of her office.

I'm telling you,
Brian's the key.

Him plus the knife
plus the hairs.

You gotta get him to remember.

We know for a fact
that you did not kill
Mr. Stockton, Brian.

But I remembered.

[Lu]
Brian, listen to me.
You think you remember.

But something happened
to your memory.

We need you to help us
figure out the truth.

We believe that you were there,
and you saw what happened.

You blocked it out.

It happens sometimes
when people see painful things.

But I'm gonna try and help
you remember.

I don't think I can.

Well, I think that you've
been afraid that you would
remember killing him,

so that's what's kept you
from remembering.

But you didn't kill him, Brian.

It's forensically impossible.

You're safe.

You're safe to remember
what really happened.

Okay?

Try and relax.

Mr. Stockton's office
was in the locker room.

Do you remember being there?

Yes.

He didn't die in the woods.

That's right.

You were there.

Mr. Stockton was there.

And someone else was there.

It was winter.

So it got dark early.

Mr. Stockton said
he wanted to see me
after soccer practice.

I waited until everyone left.

He was in the shower.

Mr. Stockton said he wanted
to talk to me.

Wait, I wanna talk to you.

He said he was upset
about, like, my grades

and the practices
that I'd been missing.

He said he wanted to know
what was wrong.

And that he thought he knew.

My brother Craig was there.

Get away from him.

Mr. Stockton was mad at him.

Brian, don't go anywhere.

Oh, God.

Oh, my God, no.

[sobbing]

It was you!

You were the one abusing him!

Detective! Put him down.

-You sick, sick...
-Put him down!

Stockton suspected, didn't he?

And when you found out
that your mother
was gonna go talk to him,

you figured that you would
stop him from telling her.

You don't know
anything about me.

You're his older brother.
You were supposed
to protect him.

That's what older brothers do.

What part of you is missing

that could do that,
and then keep doing it?

On top of that, you were gonna
let him take the fall
for murder, weren't you?

Answer me!

You were gonna let him
take the fall for murder!

Go ahead and do it!

Ms. Lebowski.

Lily.

Lily.

I wanted to let you know

that the bet was
finally settled,
and paid in full.

So...

Randy Blanchard won.

He's a court stenographer,

he...

The only employee
of the entire justice system

who wagered the Doyles
would die accidentally.

Well, I should be...

No hurry.

I was just about to
break for lunch, actually.

Oh, cool. Mmm-hmm.

So...

Do you bring
your lunch in, or...

Sometimes, but not today.

Today I was just gonna
go grab a bite.

You know.

Just by myself.

Really?

Do you ever...

eat lunch?

Oh, yeah, sure. Lots of times.

-Oh, well, did you...
-Well, goodbye.

Okay. Well, goodbye.

Detective Hoyt.

You gonna admit it?

Admit what?

That I was right,
and you were wrong.

How do you figure?

Well, Brian Heeley
did not kill anyone,

and Stockton
was not abusing him.

It's that important
to be right?

I'm just sayin'.

How about
we call this one a draw?
I'm just sayin'.

Listen...

What we were
talking about before,
about my brother and...

Whatever.

All the crap
that's happened to me.

It's made me a better cop.

It's not really about being
a better cop.

That same stuff,
the stuff you don't wanna
look at and deal with,

it gets in the way
of other things.

Your life, for instance.

Yeah, I...

Guess I was just afraid
that it would jinx me

or something on the job.

By dealing with it.

But I was just thinking that...

It's a good thought.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Yeah. Good night.

* This very secret*

* That you're trying
to conceal*

So, who is this Martha, anyway?

And why did they name
a vineyard after her?

Got me.

Martha Washington?
Martha Stewart?

I thought if maybe
you had some time,

we could try to figure it out.

And if we leave now,
we can actually
get there by dinner.

You seem like a nice girl.

Did you know
you had an evil twin

who works in a morgue
around here?

Look, whenever I start
to get close to someone,

this little voice starts
screaming in my head,
"Run! Fast!"

I get crazy, messed up, cuckoo.

And I wish I could promise you
it wasn't gonna happen
again, but it probably will.

My mom had an expression.

"The weather changes.
Dingoes don't."

And I'm the dingo
in that story?

I never expected this
to go smoothly, Cavanaugh.

I knew you were crazy,
messed up, cuckoo,

the moment I laid eyes on you.

Well, I picked you up
some supplies,

hoping you'd say yes.

Uh, it's just socks
and skivvies.
What if it gets cold?

* Secret heart*

* Why so mysterious?*

* Why so sacred?*

* Why so serious?*

Dingo, huh?

Bingo.

* Or maybe you're just
not man enough*

* What's wrong?*

* Let him in
on your secret heart*