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Two mysterious deaths in a car accident
shake the community of Rosewood.
The body of Chance McBride, 35, was found in the trunk.
The car was registered to her boss,
local real estate mogul, John Edwardes.
Don't let either of those clowns down on that scene.
We're here with lead investigator, Van De Moortel.
What can you tell us about the case?
Well, as we speak right now,
we believe the car was driven intentionally
over the cliff. It's probably a murder
suicide
connected to Mr Edwardes.
I'm devastated.
Chance and I were very close.
She never told me she had an affair with her boss,
this John Edwardes.
I can't believe it.
Morning my queens.
It's your girl Lips here,
to bring you a little aural pleasure
on this beautiful day.
This one goes out to all my sisters out there.
And not just the chocolate ones.
This one goes out to everyone
who's part of the female revolution.
This one's for you.
Morning kids.
Morning mom!
Good morning.
Don't do that, it's annoying.
I can't tease my little boy?
- I'm not a little boy anymore. - That's right, I'm very sorry.
You kids are all grown up, I'm sorry.
Morning, honey. How'd you sleep?
- Good and you? - Good, thank you.
I had a horrible nightmare.
Two giant ladies walking around Rosewood.
Their feet crushed everything.
Don't worry. It's just a dream.
- That is super dumb. - Stop.
That's not nice to your sister.
Dr. Roberts, head of New Path Institute, was found dead
early this morning.
It appears he committed suicide by throwing himself out of the window
of Hotel Trinity's 12th floor.
Alright, guys, let's finish up. You'll be late for school.
You're not the strongest. Dads are always the strongest.
That's not true, right mom?
That's right.
My car, kids. I'm driving.
Hey! Come back and give mom a hug.
Bye, love you.
Don't forget your piano lesson, okay?
I love you.
Let's go, sport! Let's go, let's go, let's go!
Bye!
Have a great day at school.
Love you.
Love you too.
Bye!
Here we go.
What you got?
No signs of the driver, Lieutenant.
Any signs of a struggle?
Negative.
- Did you run the plate? - They came out clear.
Clean?
We're gonna finish this discussion right after this next tune.
Keep listening. It's 70 degrees...
Shut this off.
That's weird.
It could be a rape or a kidnapping.
Yeah, I don't know. Something doesn't feel right.
Get on the line. Get forensics here quickly.
Dispatch, this is 7665, I need forensics over.
Lieutenant Santino, any developments on Mrs. McBride's disappearance?
No comment.
Do you suspect she was kidnapped? Murdered perhaps?
Look, it's an ongoing investigation.
We don't have anything right now. Please.
- Hi, Mr. McBride? - Can I help you?
Lieutenant Santino. Could we talk about your wife?
Yeah.
Mr. McBride, any comment at this stage?
We have no comment. Respect the family's privacy.
Thank you.
We've been made...
They've been here all day.
The kids are worried sick, you know.
Tell me... Tell me that you found her.
Tell me that she's alive, that she's okay.
Is there somewhere else we can talk?
For your own safety, stay at home.
Yeah.
... and children.
Any change in your wife's behavior?
- Anything out of the ordinary? - No.
No, I mean...
Ever since she started seeing that therapist a couple years ago,
things have been pretty good between us.
Not that we talk about it much.
- Anyone that might wanna hurt her? - No.
- Yourself? - No! There's nothing like that.
Listen, Lieutenant. You have got to find my wife.
Whoever did this, I want him to pay.
I want justice.
Be prepared for the worse.
I'm really sorry. That's all for now.
If I find anything else, I'll let you know.
Take care.
God!
Nearly a dozen other women.
And the police are doing nothing.
And I think it's hardest on the kids.
Sometimes I lay up at night and I wonder...
I wonder why.
Why would anybody do that?
Why?
You sick son of a bitch.
Look what you've done to this family. You fucking coward!
I'm sorry. No more questions.
Ladies, we'll be right back to finish this discussion, but remember...
You are stronger than you realize.
Don't let any jive turkey man tell you otherwise.
You dig it?
This is Lips, and I'm here
to empower you ladies.
You are a survivor.
Don't give up.
We got this.
You want one?
I know this is... I mean...
If you need to like...
I'm okay.
You know they still love you.
I've never loved them as much as I love them right now.
- Yeah. - I hope they understand.
Let's get out of here.
You know there's no turning back now?
I know.
Let's go inside.
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