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(THUNDER RUMBLING)

Heading into the east wing
for 10:00 p.m. Bed check. Over.

MAN: Copy that.
East wing. 10:00 p.m. Bed check.

Get in bed, Samantha.

Die, die, die!

Colleen!

(PANTING)

I'm sorry.

Where's Renee?

She's gone far away.

Code green in east wing.
Renee Caldwell is missing.

MAN: Copy that.
Code green. Renee Caldwell.

- (WATER RUNNING)
- (STATIC HISSES)

Security, be advised,
we are on code green lockdown.

Renee, are you in here?

Oh, my God!

RILEY: Victim's name
is Renee Caldwell. 15 years old.

Last seen at dinner last night.

Roommate says she never made it
back to their room for lights out.

A nurse found the body during
their 10:00 p.m. Bed check.

Thanks, Officer Dunn.

You're welcome, Detective.

What, are you marking your territory,
or what?

In your dreams, but she was.

Is something going on
between you two?

(CHUCKLES) Absolutely
nothing, I assure you.

Ooh, didn't seem like nothing.

Trust me.
I'm saving myself for someone special.

(EXHALES)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

(SIGHS)

She's in full rigor,
been dead at least 12 hours.

Maybe less, the room was full of steam
when I got here.

- Was one of the showers on?
- All of them.

Full blast, high heat.

Could the hot steam have accelerated
the rigor mortis?

Mmm.
Look at you learning stuff.

I read a little.

Smart killer.

Strike in the shower

and then watch all the evidence
wash down the drain.

That's a nasty blow to the head, too.

Three blows,

all in the same place with a blunt object.

So we haven't turned up
a murder weapon yet.

Any idea what we're looking for?

There's too much blood to tell.

We'll know more
once we get her cleaned up.

Renee was a, uh,
paranoid schizophrenic.

It's rare in somebody so young.

She was a strong girl,

committed to getting out of here
and moving on with her life.

Makes what happened
all the more tragic.

Do you have any idea who did this?

I'm concerned about the safety
of my other patients.

Could someone have just walked
into the building?

No, everybody has
to sign in with security.

And all the guests
have been accounted for.

Could somebody have broken in?

It's unlikely.

Security does
an hourly perimeter check

to ensure all windows
and doors are locked.

There has been no breach.

Then Renee was probably killed
by a patient, or an employee.

Looks that way, unfortunately.

Well, we'd like to start talking
to the girls as soon as possible.

Of course,

but I insist on being present
during the interviews.

Oh, that's not how it works.

Well, I have a responsibility to protect
the young women in my care.

Many of whom are in
a delicate mental state.

Being questioned by two strangers
could be disturbing,

possibly even damaging.

I can't allow you to be there.

Well, then I can't allow the interviews.

Are you impeding our investigation?

My hospital, my rules.

If you don't like it, get a court order.

So Renee was your roommate.
Did you guys get along okay?

Yeah.

Until she lied to me.

What did she lie to you about?

She promised never to leave me.

Now she's dead
and I'll be alone forever.

So, do you know anyone
who would want to harm Renee?

Yep. Definitely.

Who would that be?

Me.

Okay.

Tell us how you did it.

I lured her into the showers
and smashed her head in.

Not like my last victim.

Uh, who was that?

(WHISPERS)
President John F. Kennedy.

At least that case is solved.

We should've asked her
about Jimmy Hoffa.

We got no witnesses, no evidence.
We're on fire.

(GASPS) Oh!

I'm so sorry.

DARBY: I'm not crazy.

I shouldn't even be here.

And I know you've heard that
a lot today, but it's the truth.

Why did you give me this note?

I know who killed Renee.

Okay, we're listening.

Last night, I saw a man climbing down
from the heating vent in the hallway

right outside my room.

What did he look like?

It was too dark, I couldn't see his face.

What makes you so sure
he killed Renee?

Because he came here to kill me,
because of what I know.

That's why I'm here,

to keep me from telling the truth.

Then why did he kill Renee?

By mistake.

She lives just across the hall.

What do you know, Darby?

(DOOR OPENS)

Please believe me, I'm not crazy.

Let's go, Darby.

TOMMY: Well, that was a bust.

I don't know.

Darby seemed different than
the other girls.

Yeah, different kind of crazy.

Yeah, that's exactly my point.
She doesn't seem that crazy to me.

Well, neither did JFK's assassin.

Yeah. Okay, you're right.

Say that again,
I want to use it for my ringtone.

If Darby says that she saw a guy
climbing out of the heating vent,

don't you think you should at least
check it out?

Okay. I'll have CSU process the vent.

Thank you.

Thanks for coming, Mom.

Quality time with my only child?
I wouldn't miss it.

But I can see by the look on your face
that this is not a social call,

so, what's going on, Megan?

I know you don't want to talk about
Daddy's suicide note.

The lab found a partial print.

Not enough for an ID,

but enough to determine
it wasn't Daddy's.

And, of course, you believe

that this print
belongs to your father's killer.

It's a possibility.

There are a thousand explanations
for this fingerprint

that don't mean murder.

Right, which is why I need
to see the body.

Oh, I see what's going on here.

Now you need me to sign
an exhumation notice so...

Mom, I want this to be over
as much as you do.

I seriously doubt that.

Just sign the order, please.

I need to do this.

And if I find nothing on the body...

Not a body.

It's your father.

If I don't find anything on the body,

I swear to you, I will let it go.

Have you given a second thought
as to my feelings about this?

About how it's going to affect my life?

I just want the truth.

No matter who it hurts.

I'm sorry.

I'm not signing.

(SCOFFS)

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Hey, what are you doing here?

Just returning your call.

Isn't that usually done by phone?

Yeah, but then I wouldn't get to have
the pleasure of your company.

- (CHUCKLES)
- What can I do for you?

I need help getting
an exhumation order.

Who do you want to dig up?

My father.

He died when I was 12.

And I grew up thinking that
he killed himself.

Now you're not so sure?

Recently, I got hold of his suicide note.

And the lab ran a test,
found a partial print.

It wasn't his.

You think he was murdered?

Yes, I do.

But I know this is...
It's asking a lot of you.

I'll see what I can do.

What?

(LAUGHS)

I don't know, it's just everybody else
has been telling me why I'm wrong,

and I guess I expected you
to do the same.

I trust your instincts.

You tell me something's off,
I believe you.

MEGAN: Cause of death was most likely
an acute subdural hematoma

to the frontoparietal area.

The hemorrhage was caused
by several blows to the skull

in quick succession
with a blunt instrument.

What did the killer use
as a murder weapon?

CURTIS: I've got three
depressed skull fractures.

But too small for a hammer.

Yeah, but not too small
for a ball-peen hammer.

I think you might be right.

So, how does somebody inside
a mental institution get access

to a ball-peen hammer?

Unless the killer came from the outside.

ETHAN: There.

Check out this trace
from her left shoulder.

It's odorless but thick,

like petroleum jelly.

Explains why the shower
didn't wash it away.

- Bad luck for the killer, good luck for us.
- (CELL PHONE RINGING)

What's up, Tommy?

Hey, turns out Darby's little sister
was murdered two years ago.

I got the lead detective from the case
coming to give us a crash course.

On my way.

MAN: Beth Stone was five years old
at the time of her death.

She had gained some local attention
as a child beauty queen.

Her mother, Julia, was raising
her two daughters alone

after the death of her husband.

On the night in question,

Julia had put Beth to bed early

so she could watch TV
alone with Darby.

(TV PLAYING INDISTINCTLY)

MAN: An hour later, they heard Beth
screaming from her bedroom.

(SCREAMING)

Beth?

Honey?

MAN: As they entered her room,

both reported seeing a male suspect
fleeing out the window.

(GASPING)

They found Beth in bed,

dead from multiple stab wounds.

MEGAN: What did the body tell you?

Cause of death was exsanguination due
to aortic laceration.

You got a profile on the killer?

Single white male in his mid-to-late 20s.

A loner.

Any chance that he knew Beth?

I've always believed he spotted Beth
at one of her beauty pageants.

Those things are a magnet
for pedophiles.

Do you think my guy
also killed your victim?

It's not likely.

We're still getting some background
on Darby right now, though.

Well, keep me in the loop.

I still keep a picture of Beth in my wallet.

It'll stay there until I catch the bastard.

- You want to interview Darby?
- That's right.

How nice of you to ask
my permission this time.

So what did Darby tell you?

Darby claims that a male suspect
climbed out of the heating vent

across the hall from her room
the night of the murder.

This explains why there's
a Crime Scene Unit

crawling around in my ceiling.

She also believes that she was
the killer's intended target,

and that Renee was killed by mistake.

Two days ago,

Darby didn't want to go
to her group meeting,

so she went to the infirmary and
she was complaining about back pain.

I assure you the man in the vent
is equally fictitious.

What was Darby's diagnosis again?

You know I can't discuss that with you.

How convenient.

You don't get it, do you?

Until you find Renee's killer,
all of my patients are at risk.

We want to talk to Darby
and we want to talk to her now.

- Well, now is not a good time.
- Why not?

What are you hiding, Doctor?

(DOOR OPENS)

- Darby?
- Huh?

Darby, can you hear me?

(MUTTERS)

What the hell did you give her?

Mild sedative.

This is not mild.

You're punishing her for talking to us
behind your back.

Don't you dare presume
to judge my decision.

You're only here
because I'm allowing it.

Darby is my patient.

Don't even try to play
the doctor card with me,

you're way out of your league.

Megan, let's go.

We'll be back tomorrow
with your court order.

She better be lucid and alert,
you understand me?

Malcolm is definitely keeping Darby
sedated so she can't talk to us.

Well, he's definitely got an ego.

But it's possible that Darby
had a manic episode.

Oh, so it's just a coincidence?

Like it was a coincidence

that he didn't want us talking
to his other patients alone?

Megan, you just need to ask yourself
if you're being objective here.

Really, do I?

Yes, okay, you got a 14-year-old
daughter at home,

it's only natural you're gonna start
feeling protective of Darby.

Tommy, I'm a big girl,

I can separate my feelings
from the case.

And maybe you're right.

Maybe Darby is making
the whole thing up,

but no one should have
that much power over other people.

I found something, Detective Sullivan.

Please tell me it's the murder weapon.

(CHUCKLES) No such luck, but the vent
is pretty banged up inside,

someone definitely used it to climb
down from the roof and enter here.

How do you know it wasn't damaged
before the murder?

They just had a routine inspection,
it was fine three days ago.

There's more.

We also found trace amounts
of this thick, sticky substance.

Which the suspect could've left behind

when he accidentally touched
the vent cover.

I've sent a sample to the lab.

We found a similar substance
on Renee's body.

If that matches, then whoever came
through this vent killed Renee.

And it confirms Darby's story.

Dr. Malcolm is letting you
talk to me alone?

He didn't have a choice.

Your story checks out, Darby.

And we also know about your sister.

So we are here

just to listen.

Thank you.

You know, the scariest part
about being committed here

is that overnight, no one believes
a word you say anymore.

Everything out of your mouth
just sounds crazy.

Even the truth.

Especially the truth.

So, let's assume you were
the real target and not Renee.

Who would want to kill you?

My mother.

Darby, I thought you said
you saw a man going down a vent.

Yes, she hired him to kill me.

And why would she do that?

Darby, it's okay.

I saw her kill my little sister.

Darby, there is no evidence linking
your mother to Beth's murder.

She destroyed it, the knife, too.

Yeah, but in the police report,
you and your mother both said

you saw Beth's killer
leaving through a window.

No, my mom made me lie.

She said if I didn't, Child Services
would come and I'd have no one.

So you covered up for her?

I tried to.

(SNIFFLES)

For six months
Beth was in my nightmares,

begging me to stand up for her.

I finally realized that (SNIFFLES)
If I didn't tell the truth,

I wouldn't be able to live with myself.

Mom caught me trying to call the police
and freaked out.

That's why she sent me here.

To shut me up.

Nobody believes a mental patient.

TOMMY:
Darby, you've been here for two years.

Why would your mother wait that long

and why would she suddenly
decide now to kill you?

I think Dr. Malcolm told her that
he couldn't control me anymore.

Malcolm's in on this?

Yes.

He knows I'm not really crazy.

My mother pays him
to make sure I keep quiet.

Why do you think he's been trying
so hard to keep you away from me?

(DARBY SNIFFLES)

I'm so scared.
(SOBBING)

Will you help me?

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

Megan, you just got to calm down.

I want to talk to Darby's mother
right now.

We will, as soon as I can check

the financial connection
between her and Malcolm.

What, you don't believe her?

It's just a really elaborate story.

For all we know, Renee's murder
has nothing to do with Darby at all.

Evidence proved her right
about the heating vent.

Doesn't mean she's right
about everything,

and she is a mental patient.

I don't know, Tommy,
I looked her right in the eye,

I believe her.

(WATER RUNNING)

Hey.

What brings you here?

Just dropping off some paperwork.

Well, nice to see you.

Actually, I came to see you.

Can I ask you something?

Sure.

This might seem a little awkward,

but I just want to make sure
I'm not stepping on any toes.

Okay.

Is something going on
between you and Detective Sullivan?

It's none of your business.

Look, I'm just asking because
Tommy and I went out a few weeks ago.

Like a date, date?

Yeah, to a Flyers game,
and we had a great time,

but if you two are involved...

I just need to know what to do here.

Hey, you do whatever you want.

TOMMY: So, Darby claims that the
murderer killed Renee by accident,

that she was actually
the intended victim,

and that you orchestrated it all.

That is ridiculous.

She also says you killed Beth.

My daughter's a very sick girl.

So you're saying it isn't true?

Of course not.

I'm sorry, I had to ask.

I apologize, I know you're just
trying to do your job.

But it is very hard for me
to hear about Darby's delusions.

They are why I had her committed
in the first place.

I'm sure this is very stressful on you.

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

What do you want from me?

The law prohibits Dr. Malcolm from
disclosing Darby's diagnosis.

We were hoping you could tell us.

Darby has borderline personality
disorder with psychosis.

Was that triggered by
the murder of her sister?

Uh, no, but it did push
her over the edge.

So her symptoms appeared previously?

I really don't know when it started.

She was always a very
emotionally fragile child.

Is there any documentation
of this illness from childhood?

(SWALLOWS)

No.

Why would that matter?

Well, it's just interesting.

Most mental patients have a long,
well-documented history of their illness

before they're committed.

All Darby had was your word.

You're beginning to believe
my daughter's lies.

So it's not true that you
and Dr. Malcolm colluded to kill Darby?

No.

See, this is typical Darby.

She turns everyone who tries
to help her into her mortal enemy.

We've done a little investigating
into your financials.

You've donated quite a bit of money
to the hospital.

So that means that
I killed my daughter?

You tell me.

I gifted that money because I believe
in Dr. Malcolm's work.

Or you paid him off
to keep Darby silent.

How dare you?

I did not have her committed
'cause I want to get rid of her,

I want to help her
so that she can come home someday.

And that is why I told Dr. Malcolm
that he can start this new treatment.

What treatment?

- Electroshock therapy?
- Electroconvulsive therapy.

Darby's been deeply depressed
ever since Renee's death.

She's not depressed, she's terrified.

Dr. Hunt, I had no idea
you had credentials in psychiatry.

ECT is like playing
Russian roulette with her brain.

It's controversial
because it's unpredictable.

I've had more success
treating depression

with ECT than prescription meds.

It also causes memory loss.

Or maybe that's the point.

Okay, look, can we just
hold off on the procedure

until we get to the bottom of this?

Maybe as a gesture of good faith.

I'm all out of good faith, Detective.

You're intruding in the therapy
of a very sick girl,

who, contrary to your baseless
accusations, I'm trying to help.

We think that her mother
hired somebody

to break in here and kill Darby.

Maybe with a little help from the inside.

- You should listen to yourself.
- Why?

You think I'm going crazy, too?

I'm gonna put a stop to this.

An appeal can take weeks to get.

Let me know when you have one.

MAN: Thanks.

Well, somebody looks
properly sedated.

Louisa doesn't mess around.

This little lady's feeling no pain.

- Ready?
- Yep.

All right.

- I'll be right back to strap her in.
- Okay.

You know, your mother and I
only want what's good for you.

- (MOANS)
- Ah!

Okay. Don't you worry about a thing.

You're just gonna take a little nap.

You look like a little angel.

Here's your halo.

Don't you worry about a thing.

You ready for a little rest?

Hmm?

Okay.

(BOTH GRUNT)

Darby escaped?

Less than an hour ago.

Apparently she attacked Dr. Malcolm
just as he was about to start ECT.

Oh, Jesus. I don't blame her.

I've got 10 units
that are combing the streets.

Darby's got an aunt that lives
just outside the city,

she may try to contact her.
I think we should head out there now.

- She'll show up.
- I hope so.

I don't want to see anyone else get hurt.

She was protecting herself.

Megan, we don't know what
this girl is capable of.

I just got a call from Dr. Malcolm,
he's filing a complaint against us.

Been a few of those lately.

Based on what?

He blames you for Darby's escape.

- (LAUGHS) Why?
- I don't know.

Maybe it has something to do with
you validating Darby's delusions

which then triggered
her manic episode.

Oh, please, he's blaming me
to cover his own ass.

Maybe, or maybe he's right.

Excuse me?

Dr. Malcolm is a highly respected
member of the medical community.

So am I,

and you've managed to piss
both of us off inside of a week.

I'm right about Malcolm.
He's involved in this.

He better be.

Wow.

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

Hey, Lace, what's up?

Everything is fine.

A friend of yours stopped by, though.

Her name's Darby.

Uh...

Yeah, I know her from work.

That's what she said, too.

I told her you wouldn't
be home for hours,

but she insisted on waiting.

Okay. You know, actually,
I'm heading there right now.

Okay, cool. See you soon.

Lace...

- (SIGHS) Damn it.
- What's going on?

Darby's at my apartment with Lacey.

Lacey?

LACEY: Ah!

Lacey?

(LAUGHS)

Hi, girls.

Hey, Mom.

Darby just played "zax"
on a triple word score for 110 points.

She's killing me.

How did you get so good?

Not much else to do where I live.

Hey, Darby, why don't you start
putting your things together?

Please don't make me go back.

We're just going to the station, that's all.

Darby, we're not going to let anything
happen to you, I promise.

Give me a call first next time, okay.

- I'm sorry.
- It's fine.

You two girls say goodbye.

When you said you didn't want
to go back, where did you mean?

A mental institution.

Oh.

I don't really belong there.

Dr. Hunt's trying to make sure
that I never have to go back.

She seems like a really cool mom.

Definitely.

I mean, she can be a stress case and
she likes to act all tough sometimes,

but she really just wants to help people.

Thank you.

For what?

For not sending her back to that place.

Yeah. I'm just not convinced that Dr.
Malcolm knows what's best for Darby.

But she is a minor, so we are legally
obligated to tell him we found her.

How do we keep him away from her?

I can claim she tried to assault me,
was forced to take her into custody.

You were wrong, by the way.

Which time are we talking about?

When I look at Darby,
I don't see Lacey, I see me.

I know a little something
about not being heard,

having a mother
who wants you to live a lie.

Yeah, I want to protect her.

Nobody should feel alone like that.

If it's not me, then who else?

Just take us through the night
Beth was killed, step by step.

I don't like to think about it.

I know, honey.

We're hoping that you'll remember
something that we could use as proof

that your mother killed Beth.

I know it won't be easy, but will you try?

Mom put Beth to bed so that
we could watch TV together.

But Beth didn't wanna go to sleep.

She wanted to watch TV, too.
So she started screaming.

Did your mother go to check on Beth?

Three times.

(VOICE BREAKING) The last time Mom
went up she just didn't come back.

Then it got quiet.

Too quiet.

(TV PLAYING INDISTINCTLY)

DARBY: When I went up
to check on them

I got this sick feeling
in the pit of my stomach.

Mom? Mom!

No, Mommy!

She made me promise not to tell.

Then she got rid of her clothes
and the knife,

and she even opened Beth's window

to make it look
like an intruder had broken in.

What was your mom wearing
that night?

(EXHALES)

Gray slacks.

Gray sweater.

And slippers.

And her pearl necklace.

The one Dad gave her
on their 10-year anniversary.

Did she destroy that, too?

I don't think so.

Pearls are porous, they absorb blood.

You can wash it from the outside,
not the inside.

MEGAN: Tommy?

ETHAN: A little bit more.

(SCRAPING)

(SIGHS) Ah!

There we go.

We definitely have something.

Uh, phenolphthalein, please.

Thank you.

Hey, what's that mean?

It means

it's positive for human blood.

I want to see Darby's mom
explain that away.

TOMMY: The blood DNA extracted from
the pearl matches your dead daughter.

Makes a pretty strong case
that you killed her.

No. No, that's a lie...

Julia. The pressure had been
building up for a while now.

Your husband gets cancer and dies,

leaves you alone
to raise two girls all by yourself.

The bills start piling up.

Beth is throwing tantrums all the time.

I'm surprised you could
even hear yourself think.

Something had to give.

No, I loved Beth. I would never hurt her.

Why did we find her blood

- on your pearls?
- I don't know.

Just admit what you did.

(VOICE BREAKS)
Okay. Yes.

I destroyed the evidence.

But I could never hurt my sweet angel.

If you didn't kill Beth, who did?

Darby.

You really have no shame, do you?

(EXHALES SHAKILY)

But if you're capable of
killing one daughter,

why not try to pin it on the other?

Please, would you just listen to me?

I put Beth to bed early that night,

and Beth would not stop screaming.

I went upstairs to
try to calm her down, twice,

but Darby went up the third time.

And the screaming stopped.

But Darby didn't come back down.

(TV PLAYING INDISTINCTLY)

So I went to check on them.

(GASPS) Ah!

No!

It just didn't even seem real.

And I didn't have time to think,
I just reacted.

I made Darby undress in the shower,

and I took her clothes and my clothes
and the knife

and I just dumped it all.

That's how Beth's blood
got on my necklace.

If that's true,
then why did you lie to the police?

To protect Darby.

I don't buy it.

You don't protect your child's killer.

You do if the killer is also your child,
and she's all that you have left.

(SOBBING)

You're very convincing.

And I would believe you,

if you hadn't tossed Darby aside

like a piece of trash
to hide what you did.

You weren't protecting her,
you were protecting yourself.

Just like you're doing now.

What kind of a mother are you?

(SOBBING)

Oh.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

You looking for Dr. Hunt?

You know, sometimes I think
she senses I'm coming over

and she just disappears.

Oh, she has Spidey sense.
No doubt about that.

Especially when she's mad at you.

- You know where she went?
- Yeah.

Darby was released from custody.

She's driving her down
to her aunt's house.

- Said she'd be back in a few hours.
- Thanks.

ETHAN: Detective Sullivan?
I got the lab results

on the sticky substance we found
in the vent and Renee's shoulder.

It was a tricky ID, multiple ingredients.

What is it?

It's a polymer based
ibuprofen ointment called Dolgit.

It's used for muscle aches and pains.

Wait a second.

Darby went to
the infirmary for back pain

just hours before Renee was killed.

Is it possible she got this stuff
on her hands and didn't realize it?

That puts her in direct contact
with the vent and Renee's body.

Oh, no.
Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

Darby killed Renee.
I got to warn Megan.

Will I have to go back to the institution?

Well, you'll have to have
a psychiatric evaluation

and then go before a judge
who will make the final decision,

but you have nothing to worry about.

The evidence is overwhelmingly
in your favor.

Thank you for believing me.

Thank you for believing in me.

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

Hey, Tommy.

Megan. I need you to
listen to me very carefully,

but do not let Darby see you react.

Okay.

I'm at the ME's office. It's starting to
look like Darby actually killed Renee.

And if that's true,
she probably killed her sister as well.

Yeah, she's doing great.

She's just relieved
not to be back in that institution.

Megan, listen. Leave your phone on
so we can track your GPS location.

I'm coming to get you.

Okay. Talk to you later.

That was Detective Sullivan.

He was just checking
to see how you're doing.

You're a good liar, Dr. Hunt.

But not as good as me.

No! Darby!

(TIRES SQUEAL)

MEGAN: Stop!

- Darby!
- Help!

Help.

This woman tried to kidnap me!
She's got a gun!

Hold it right there. Hands up.

- I'm unarmed. I can explain.
- Tell me what happened?

She pulled a gun on me when
I was walking home from school

and told me to get into her car!
She was going to kill me!

She's lying!
She's a suspect in a murder case.

She should be in custody.

- Who are you?
- I am Dr. Megan Hunt.

I'm a Medical Examiner.
I am with the city.

See? She's totally crazy.

Do you have credentials?

Yes, I do. They're in my car.

A city vehicle around the corner.

No! Watch out!

Oh!

Don't you dare move!

You must think you're pretty clever.

Oh, this is funny to you?

What if it is?

You killed two people.
Put a cop in the hospital.

I don't think that's very funny.

You have no proof I did anything.

We got the ibuprofen ointment.

That's weak.

I'm pretty sure
I'm not the only patient who used it.

I thought you might say that.

Thanks.

The murder weapon,
a ball-peen hammer.

Where did you find that?

I had a hunch it was
in one of the heating vents.

The first one I checked
was in the showers. I got lucky.

It's got Renee's blood on the head
and your skin cells on the handle.

We got you, Darby.

Whatever.

Why'd you kill your sister?

(SCOFFS)

Beth was a whiny brat.

Trust me, I did the world a big favor.

MEGAN: And you ruined
your mother's life.

Yeah?

She tried to ruin mine
by throwing me into that freak zoo.

She was trying to get you help.

Mom was never gonna
let me out of there.

So I had to do it myself.

That's why you murdered Renee,
to lure us into the institution.

So you could tell us your sad little story.

All I had to do
was find someone to believe it.

I chose you.

Your mother's right.

You're a sick little girl.

And your daughter was right.

You act all tough,
but you really just wanna help people.

It was so easy
to make you feel sorry for me.

Now I feel nothing for you.

And you're going away for a long time.

We'll just have to see about that,
won't we?

I know that you judge me
for protecting Darby.

She was so sweet one moment,
and then

so cold the next.

And I kept telling myself
that it was just a phase,

that Darby was still my sweet little girl.

But then after what she did to Beth,

I blamed myself
for not seeing the signs.

And for not getting her help sooner.

But I also wanted to believe that

she could still be saved.

And that's why
I sent her to Dr. Malcolm.

I don't blame you.

I can't.

(EXHALES)

I wanted to believe her, as well.

Did you come here to gloat?

No. No, I came to apologize.

I was, uh, wrong about Darby, too.

Obviously, she's a total sociopath.

I knew she was lying to you,

but I didn't think
she was capable of murder.

I wanted to tell you that.

Thank you.

Um... (SIGHS)

You know, I've always thought of myself
as a woman of science.

And when the cops,
they talk about gut instincts,

it just makes me think of intestines.

It's messy.

I let myself get messy.

People are messy.

We're no different.

Hey.

(SIGHS)

She found my weak spot, Tommy.

A little girl who nobody will listen to.

She used it against me.
Should've known better.

You're human, like the rest of us.

Yeah, well, I don't like it.

You can't always be right.

I have to. It's my job.

And if I'm wrong about her,
then what else am I wrong about?

My father?

Am I being cruel to my mother

because I'm not seeing
the truth that's right in front of me?

Megan, you're being
pretty hard on yourself.

You're better at your job
than anybody I know.

(SCOFFS)

Come on, let's go get a drink.

(SIGHS)

I don't think so.

Okay.

(SIGHS)

All right. You know what?
I didn't want to say anything,

but I talked to Riley.

She told me about your date.

Hmm, our date?

We went to a hockey game.

You lied to me.

You said there was nothing going on
between you two.

You see what you're doing, don't you?

This isn't about Riley, this is about...

You're trying to find any excuse
you can to push me away

because you know that
we would actually be happy.

And that idea just terrifies you.

I think that we should
put the past to rest.

Megan...

It's for the best.

(SIGHS)

Goodnight, Tommy.