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911, what's your emergency?

- Sir, can you her me? - Someone... please... come quick!

Where are you, sir?

Can you hear me, sir?

Sir?

Dispatch, I need a unit to Fishtown now!

Sir?

Stay with me, sir!

Sir?

Can you hear me, sir?

Sir?

So who's the guy?

What guy?

Come on, that's like your third shade so far.

You're never this neurotic about lipstick.

It's nothing. It's, uh, it's a colleague.

We met on a case.

- Like how dad and Kate met on a case? - You're evil, you know that?

We're having coffee. That's all.

- What's he do? - He's an FBI agent.

- Cool. What's his name? - Why?

To look him up, of course.

Derek Ames. Oh, that's work.

We gotta go. Get your stuff together.

What about your coffee date?

I think I might still be able to make it.

Derek Ames. FBI. He's hot.

All right.

Is there something wrong with your cell phone

or are you just playing hard to get?

- Why? - Derek Ames? He left a message

at the office this morning because he doesn't have your cell phone.

- He says he regrets he can't make coffee. - Damn it! I should've canceled first.

Well, as long as we're back in high school.

Who found him?

He found himself. He called 9-1-1.

Did he say what happened to himself?

He didn't say much of anything. He expired on the call.

- The E.M.T.s were too late. - His name's Jake Brady, 17.

- He's from Mount Airy. - Mount Airy's a long way from Fishtown.

He's got bruising on his torso,

Hmm.

Hand me your U.V. light, please.

What the hell?

That is black light paint.

Okay, the plot thickens.

Hey, there's another one.

Well, look at that.

So this is what brought Jake to Fishtown

on a Friday night... a rave.

Shouldn't there be a time machine in here?

Isn't this something that happened, like, 20 years ago?

The party didn't stop just 'cause you got old, Bud.

You do mean "we," don't you?

We need to secure this entire area.

- Okay. - Hundreds of kids dancing till dawn.

Not one of them sees Jake on their way out, dying?

They're too drunk or too high to care.

I give you the "Y" generation.

Let's go, Bud. Let's go tell his parents.

It can't be him.

We let him sleep in on Saturdays. I'll go get him.

It's not Jake.

We talked about this.

- About what? - He mentioned the party.

I told him I don't want him anywhere near those freaks.

- Did that talk get physical? - Excuse me?

Your son had a lot of bruises on his chest.

Like I said, it isn't him.

- Mr. Brady... - He knows better.

I think you need to prepare yourself.

Harvey, his bed's still made.

What happened to my little boy?

Uh, Jake Brady's tox showed signs of a drug,

but we ruled out ecstasy, "special K,"

and other rave-related substances.

Plus, his blood alcohol's .09.

Wouldn't be the first time a kid O.D.'d at a rave.

It would be my first.

Well, these pills may have something to do with it.

The surface is too degraded to tell if there are

any identifying marks, so I will take it to the lab, and...

I'll take those.

- You don't think I can handle it? - I don't think it would help.

If our tox didn't hit on anything,

these are most likely designer drugs,

and... they won't be in our system.

Wait. Wh... whose system would they be in?

These are people's lives, not pieces of paper.

If this file that you sent without clearance

had fallen into the wrong hands, someone could've gotten killed.

Now go make this right.

- Megan. - I was just in the neighborhood.

Thought I'd stop by and say hello.

Mistake?

No. I'm, um, sorry about the coffee this morning.

We had a foul-up and, uh...

I'm kidding. I was gonna cancel myself.

I'm on a case.

We found these on a 17 year old who died at a rave this morning.

High school. Amazing we all survived.

Sounds like you're no stranger to raves.

- I take it you were? - I was too busy being a nerd.

So tell me, what is it that I can do that you can't?

Not much. Except tap into the P.C.H.I.D.T.A.,

since it is the federal drug database.

You've been doing your homework.

I'll see what I can do.

Anything else?

Yes. You can call me once you've gotten the results.

Here's my cell.

- Thank you, agent Ames. - At your service, Dr. Hunt.

Oh, come on, Peter.

- You were definitely one of the cool kids. - You say that like it's a bad thing.

Well, it is if you weren't one of the cool kids.

Let me guess which one you were.

What is this, an intervention?

It's a meeting of the committee of where's my cause of death?

I'm working on it.

Ethan?

Jake has bruising on his torso.

He also has ligature marks

on his wrists in a patterned impression...

possible result of restraint.

His skin also shows indication of livor mortis.

It's fixed with no blanching.

Hmm.

What time did you say he made that 9-1-1 call?

Uh, 7:14 in the A.M.

About three hours ago. Why?

Because when he made that call,

he'd been dead for at least four hours.

Body of Proof 2x07 - Hard Knocks Original air date November 1, 2011

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Voice analysis compared the 9-1-1 call...

Someone... please... come quick!

...to Jake's outgoing message.

- Hey, it's Jake. Leave it. - Definitely not him.

And if the great Santini ever gets back to us,

we'll see if he recognizes the voice.

You'd think he'd be calling us. This is his son, after all.

You know, take it easy, Bud.

You lose a child, and let's see how you react.

You get anything?

Wait. I'm on Jake's Arentisocial page,

trying to figure out who threw the rave.

You know, some kid comes to your party, does your fancy drugs,

and O.D.'s, are you gonna call it in

or are you gonna wait till the party's over

- and make it somebody else's problem? - Oh, wait, wait, wait.

That's the same arrow as on the wall.

"Hit Jinx with your cell."

- "She'll text to the first arrow." - Mm.

What ever happened to hanging out in the basement

- with a six-pack of your dad's beer? - What are you, 100?

It says Jinx is holding a rave in Cleveland tonight.

Not anymore.

So the, uh, firm signed a new client.

- Yeah? - Yeah, it's a winery.

- Really? - Yeah, we're having a tasting

- later at the office, if you're interested. - You will never hear me

turn down a glass of wine. Oh. That reminds me... somebody from...

U.C. Berkeley left a message on your machine this morning.

Somebody's getting a late start this morning.

Hey. Oh, thanks for taking Lacey last night. Appreciate it.

Anything I can do to help your love life.

Okay, I will leave you two to, uh, compare notes.

Ew.

- Yeah. - Heads-up on the rave victim...

somebody else called 9-1-1.

X-rays confirm no broken bones

under the ligature marks on his wrists.

So he wasn't dragged. He died in place.

You find anything?

His stomach's empty, so nothing to absorb all the alcohol,

and he's got vascular congestion in his lungs,

all of which support the theory that he overdosed.

Or someone overdosed him.

God, I hope Lacey skips that phase.

Oh, she gon' sneak out. We all did.

- You gon' tell me you didn't? - Only once.

My mother grounded me for two months and made me learn Latin.

Really?

Ita vero.

Sine poena nulla Lex.

"Without penalty, there is no law."

What's Latin for "why are you here"?

- Quare es hic? - Quare es hic?

Oh, you two must be real fun at parties.

I'm guessing that you're here about the pills

- found in Jake's pocket? - It's no newfangled ecstasy.

- It's capsias. - Capsias?

That's for A.D.H.D., not recreational use.

Try telling that to kids who are huffing glue

- and choking themselves for a buzz. - Combined with alcohol, it could be fatal.

- We'll rerun the tox on it. - It probably would've popped up

- on your database. - And you probably could've called

with the results, and yet, hmm, here you are.

Thought you might like your evidence back.

So rain check...

tonight?

Deal.

What?

You pulled me out of line at the boarding gate.

- You gonna reimburse me for my ticket? - Oh, yeah.

- Recognize him? - Oh, yeah.

He was that guy who was dancing with a thousand other people.

He's also the one who got drunk and died at your rave.

So obviously I must have something to do with that.

Here's the thing, Jinx... somebody made a fake 9-1-1 call

after your party, pretending to be Jake.

Plus, the body was propped outside.

I think you wanted to cover up any connection to your rave.

I don't know anything about it.

Maybe six months for serving minors will jog your memory.

Mr. Brady?

Mr. Brady?

You never called us back.

Esther fainted.

I had to check her in at the hospital.

So you're working out your aggression now?

- What do you want? - Were you aware that your son

was taking capsias? It's a drug for attention deficit disorder.

Look, I don't know who you are, lady,

but Jake never took the easy way out.

I taught him hard work and determination.

I built this gym for him.

When his grades slipped, I got him a tutor.

He was headed for being in The Honor Society, just like me.

That's a long way from high school, Mr. Brady.

I wore this to inspire him.

Perhaps he felt more pressure than inspiration.

- We found pills in his pocket. - Then they were planted there.

Did you really come here to taint the memory of my son?

Mr. Brady, someone made a 9-1-1 call,

pretending to be Jake.

You recognize this voice?

Someone... please...

Come quick!

No.

Mr. Brady...

don't even think about taking this into your own hands.

Who is it?

Patrick Spradlin.

- Yeah, I made that call. - Patrick, what did you do?

- Nothing. - You know, most people would've stayed

with their friend. You are quite the pal, aren't you?

M.E.'s office found capsias in Jake's system. Did you give it to him?

He was struggling in English, so I gave him some help.

Planning on studying at the rave, was he?

I don't know, okay?

I think he just needed to,

you know, cut loose or something.

I mean, look who he lives with.

Mrs. Spradlin, you weren't wondering where your son was?

He told me he was staying at Jake's.

And I was gonna, after the party. Okay, mom?

A mother's love is blind, Patrick.

But down the hall,

we have a holding cell full of upstanding citizens

who won't find you nearly as charming.

Now you want to take a walk or talk?

After the party ended, I came outside

and I saw Jake, and he wasn't moving.

So... yeah, I freaked, because he was dead.

I thought maybe the... the pills and... and the beer...

I... I thought that did it,

so... so I made the call and I got the hell out of there.

But I'm not the one that hung a sign around his neck.

What are you talking about?

This was... on the school newspaper's web site

this morning.

Now that's cold.

Someone cleaned him up pretty well.

We only found that one trace of black light paint.

Tox screen we sent to the reference lab

came back with low levels of capsias, so even with alcohol,

- it couldn't have killed him, could it? - Nope.

Then what did?

You are looking right at it.

Positional asphyxia.

Look, his arms are bound behind him,

and the extreme neck flexion over the sign

closed off his airways.

That explains the blood in the lungs.

- I knew that. - Which means the ligature marks on his

- wrists directly contributed to his death. - Exactly.

Wait. Why are you looking at us like that?

I think you both know where you're headed.

This just goes on forever.

Yeah, how we gon' find what tied him up

in all this?

Well, looking probably helps.

- So does not talking to me. - You asked the question.

Ugh. Come on.

I mean, whose idea of a party is this, anyway?

They just play the same song for ten hours, right?

♪ Ooch, ooch, ooch, ooch, ooch, ooch, ooch, ooch ♪

(Beatboxing) ♪ Milk the dairy cow, hey! Milk the dairy cow ♪

♪ Pull it, pull it, pull it, milk it ♪

♪ Whoo! Milk it, Whoo! Milk the dairy cow ♪

♪ - Eh! Eh! Eh! Eh! ♪ - Ethan!

Sorry.

I never took you for a raver, man.

Look here, Deejay Doofus, I partied.

- What'd you do, play charades? - No, I partied.

Doofus.

What? You see what I did there?

I cleared this all away just so you could see it.

Look at that.

- That's teamwork. - Mm-hmm.

We're moving? To California?

Possibly.

I... I don't understand.

We live here.

Look, I would be a professor of criminal law

at Boalt Law School at Berkeley.

That's one of the top law schools in the country.

This could be a platform for books and consulting,

plus, I still get to practice.

Lace, I never thought that this would happen for me,

you know, but here it is.

And we don't have a lot of time to decide.

What about mom?

This is not her decision, baby.

- Have you told her that? - I will, if you're on board.

On board? Leaving my friends, my life?

Hey.

Look... when I left your mom,

I did absolutely everything I could

to keep you out of the proceedings.

Okay? But you're a big girl now,

a... and you get to have a say in this.

And I'm s... sorry to spring it on you,

but... here it is.

When would we go?

Soon.

I'm supposed to, uh, fly out,

meet the regents in a couple of days.

I want you to come with me.

The skin cells that we found on the cable

do not belong to Jake,

so if you get a match, we get our guy.

Problem is, even the high schoolers

who should be in this system aren't

- because of rehabilitation of minors laws. - In my day, "rehabilitation of minors"

meant the back of your daddy's hand.

I don't know what is the problem with kids these days.

God, why do you have such a stick up your ass

about kids right now?

- Did you get a match? - Well, yes and no.

All these samples were donated by parents

in case their children were abducted. It's restricted.

If only we knew someone who worked missing persons.

Mm-hmm.

- Oh. Did I get the time wrong? - We're starting a little early.

Our suspect is in a kidnap database

- that the local P.D. can't access. - No way. It's a violation of the kid's

rights, and it would get me in a lot of trouble, too, so...

So I guess you're okay with letting a killer walk.

Three things...

one, guilt does not work on me,

two, you don't know if this is the killer,

and three, we're not dating,

so you don't get to keep asking me for things.

Would it help if we were?

What were you really like in high school?

Oh, ho, ho. God.

Honest truth?

Mm-hmm.

I was a theater geek.

- No, you weren't. - Mm-hmm.

Come on.

Oh, yeah. I was a wannabe Brando.

The thin one or the fat one?

Pass me the cannoli.

Really sexy.

- You know what I like about you? - Mnh-mnh.

I'm never quite sure who's got the upper hand.

Well, then...

you know that means I do.

Really?

Mm-hmm.

Mm.

Mom?

Ah!

Lacey?

You sure he's not home?

He said he had a ton of work to do before he can go.

- Why? What are you going to do? - I'm gonna kill him.

- Mom... - As usual, he doesn't have the decency

- to tell me what's going on. - It's not like you'll never see me again.

Wait a minute.

Do you want to go?

No.

But he said it could be a big deal for him.

- And you've got a guy now. - No, I don't have a guy. That was not a guy.

That was a...

Lace...

this is your home.

Please tell me you don't want to go.

I don't.

But I also didn't want my parents to get divorced,

and that happened anyway.

I haven't had a real home in a long time, mom.

And all I know is that that wasn't my fault.

I'll see you tomorrow.

You must be here about that awful picture of Jake.

- I just took it down. - Who are you?

Maxine Hall, Editor in Chief.

So you put yourself on the front cover?

States were yesterday.

But obviously that doesn't matter now.

I can't believe what happened to Jake.

- Who took that photo? - I don't know.

Someone accessed the server by hacking my computer.

Did you know Jake?

Not personally, but he was everywhere.

Wide receiver on the football team,

- debate club, student gov. - You know of anyone who wanted to hurt him?

It's high school. Some people thought he was a bully.

Others were just jealous.

So you think whoever took the picture killed Jake?

Well, maybe. That's why we're here.

We have to confiscate your computer

- in order to try and figure that out. - Well, can I at least get an exclusive?

No.

Did you get anything else off those skin cells?

- How was your date? - Don't want to talk about it.

So Derek Ames was no help?

Right. Uh, I found something, actually.

Chromosome breakdown is "X-X-Y".

A hermaphrodite?

No, but same ballpark.

It's Klinefelter's syndrome. It only affects boys.

They're born with both male and female chromosomes,

and they often exhibit feminine features

- like gynecomastia. - Increased breast tissue.

So I'd say we're looking for someone

who Jake picked on at school.

The school doesn't have genetic information on the students.

This is the best we're gonna do...

a high school newspaper's computer.

It's got every student's class photo on it.

Now since the killer knew how to hack into the site,

I pulled up the computer club first.

Figured it would be the best place to start.

How was your date last night?

- Don't want to talk about it. - Mm. I've had dates like that.

Doubt it. Maxine Hall, editor of the paper.

Early admission... U.Penn.

I thought you said it had to be a boy.

I'm just curious as to what it takes these days...

"swim team, newspaper, Greek, French, computer club."

Hmm. I'm starting to feel inadequate.

Starting?

You were a laugh riot in high school, weren't you?

Huh.

I'd start with him.

"David Morton."

Are you sure you don't want a parent present?

They don't give a damn about me.

Your parents registered you with a kidnapping database

when you were born.

- They do give a damn. - Past tense. Look what they got.

We found your D.N.A. on the cord used to tie up Jake.

You want to tell us how it got there?

I think it's what you people call "transfer."

I think it's what we call evidence that you did it.

That's right.

People make fun of my looks, my voice, the way I dress.

And you know what?

I see that all as a credit to my creativity.

- And Jake? - Every single morning, he'd call me a freak,

knock the books out of my hands.

It was just so... boring.

Then he was at the rave,

where he doesn't even belong.

When I found him passed out,

I saw it as a teaching moment.

Well, what you did, it killed him, David.

Yeah, right.

No, the position you left him in,

with his head like that... it cut off his oxygen supply.

It couldn't have.

I had to move it when I took my sign.

Then I went home, uploaded my picture,

and hacked into the newspaper web site.

You took the sign, but you left him tied up?

He was starting to move,

and I was worried, if I untied him,

he'd come after me.

The sign was found in David Morton's trunk.

So positional asphyxia is not the cause of death.

That's why I can't find any petechial hemorrhaging. Jeez.

Now that the blood has been removed,

subtle injury patterns are becoming more obvious.

Even in death, the body keeps changing.

Hopefully something will point me in the right direction.

You know... I am impressed.

- Why? - Well, usually you carry a torch

- for the victim, but this kid? - The brain of a teenager is

physiologically different than an adult's.

Reasoning, comprehension, regulation of emotion...

they're all still developing, so whatever this kid did,

- he was still a work in progress. - Hmm.

This is interesting.

- What? - Petechiae of the mucous membrane.

Why in the lips but not in the eyes?

- Megan. - Hmm?

Hey.

Get a picture of that, will you?

Sure.

Five messages in one morning.

I think, uh, I think that might be a record.

I'm glad you're getting back out there, by the way,

- and with an FBI agent... that's impressive. - Do not dare try to make this about me.

You are taking my daughter to California,

- and you don't think to mention it? - Look, here, please sit down.

Please.

I didn't go looking for this, all right?

But as long as you've known me,

- you've known that I wanted to teach. - So teach here.

Megan, if we were still married,

and you got a job offer in... in Dubai,

we'd be packing for Dubai, no questions asked.

I don't know, but I seem to recall you divorcing me because of that.

That's funny, 'cause I seem to remember being made partner

and having to turn it down because somebody had to

stay home and take care of Lacey. Oh, God.

I'm not forcing this on her, okay?

Uh, she gets to have a say.

Oh, come on. Why do you think she came to see me?

- She doesn't want to leave. - She doesn't want to leave you.

And if it means anything,

it's 'cause you've come a long way with her,

and I respect that.

Then don't do this.

Please.

My career always came second to yours.

You know, it al... always did.

There's more for me out there.

When are you gonna tell Kate?

When are you gonna spring this on her?

As soon as I figure out what we're doing.

Think again.

- Hey. - Hey.

Am I interrupting something?

How long have you known about this?

- It just happened. - Well, it's good to know

you haven't been lying to me since the very beginning.

Kate, it's not a sure thing.

- But you want it to be. - No, what I want is...

Oh, my God. Why does everything have to be so complicated?

No. It's very simple, actually.

You're right.

You're right.

Hey.

W... we haven't known each other that long, but...

would you come with us?

So we know it's not an overdose,

asphyxia, infection, or aneurysm.

Which means Jake's symptoms... blood in the lungs,

petechiae in the mucous membrane,

and edema... all point to a cardiac incident.

Maybe.

You're right. "Maybe" isn't good enough.

- I'll keep looking. - You want to fill me in?

- I'm going back to the body. - I don't mean that.

I mean Todd in your office, behind closed doors

- and him talking to Kate right now. - Todd wants to move to California.

- You're joking. - No. He's going to teach at Berkeley,

and tomorrow, Lacey and he are leaving

to look for places to live. How's that for short notice?

Wait. What are you gonna do?

I don't know. Last night she came to see me,

and I was with Derek. She walked in on us.

That's a lot for her to handle. How's she holding up?

She doesn't know what to do,

and I have no right to tell her what to do.

I just keep thinking that I'm gonna lose her, again.

You're not gonna lose her, Megan...

No, you do not understand. I just got her back,

and now she is moving 3,000 miles away.

One minute everything is fine, the next minute,

it's like somebody just punches you right in the heart, and...

And what?

You die.

Get Kate.

I hope you kicked him in the you-know-whats.

Hope you're not talking about me.

I was in the neighborhood. Thought I'd drop by. Mistake?

No. Not at all.

But you can't, uh, bring those in here.

It's a contamination risk.

Oh. Sorry.

And, actually, this might not be the best time.

Out of curiosity,

uh, when might be the best time for you?

I don't know.

Hmm. Call me.

Yep.

- So how are you doing? - How are you doing?

He wants me to go with them.

What'd you tell him?

That my life is here, and so is his.

Anyway, what did... what did you want to show me?

Well, when we thought this was overdose or asphyxia,

these bruises on his chest didn't matter.

We figured they were just from a night of rave dancing,

which they are, except for this one.

There is a subtle pattern in the bruise,

- and it travels through the dermis, so... - I'm way ahead of you.

Yep.

Hairline fracture to the sternum,

lower border of the fourth left costal cartilage.

And I have got an ovoid contusion

measuring 1.2 centimeters.

Right above the left ventricle.

Commotio cordis.

Jake had the only heart attack

that leaves no evidence of heart attack.

So we're supposed to believe

a perfectly healthy 17-year-old boy's heart

- just stopped beating? - Well, his age is exactly the reason.

Most teenagers have an undeveloped chest plate,

which leaves the heart more vulnerable to impact.

For less than 1% of the cardiac cycle, the myocardium is repolarizing,

which means that the heart is completely at rest.

A strong blow during...

that 10-millisecond gap...

can kill you.

So you've narrowed it down to everybody who was at the rave?

Well, everyone who was strong enough

to do that kind of damage.

I mean, that takes more than just a little tap.

It's showtime. There we go.

Well, the next feature is in 3D. Great.

The killer didn't leave

any evidence on the surface of Jake's skin,

but we think that he still left an impression.

So this alternate light source can show us

bruises beneath bruises on his subdermal layers.

Lights out.

What is it?

It's the Greek letter Psi...

from the school's Honor Society.

There's no anger like a father's anger.

What happened, Mr. Brady? You found out Jake defied you

and you went to that party to track him down?

I'd love to know what you're basing this on.

We found your ring impression on his chest.

- We know you hit him. - That's impossible.

After Jake went to bed, I went back to work.

- I was online half the night. - I'm online at the office right now,

and yet, here I am.

Do either of you have kids?

- No. - No. Well...

not for another seven months.

You have no idea what you're in for.

All you want is the best for 'em, but you can't protect them.

All you can do is try.

And I failed.

I never laid a hand on my son.

You have to believe me.

Well, we're gonna need your ring, Mr. Brady.

You can keep it. I don't need it anymore.

Can I help you?

- Call him. - Uh, I know Todd. Calling him's

- not gonna help. - I'm talking about Derek.

Do you remember I asked you once if you had any friends?

Well, this is the first time that I've seen you

actually light up around somebody since I've known you.

Don't lose everything, Megan.

Oh.

By the way, you were in the Honor Society, weren't you?

- Yeah. - So was I. You get the ring?

- Yeah. - How'd you wear it before graduation?

Facing me.

- Look, uh, about before... - You seriously thought the time to tell me

- was in front of a suspect? - I'd been looking for the right way

- to tell ya. - And that was it?

He asked. I couldn't lie. I answered. Look... it just came out. I'm sorry, Sam.

Well, I guess that explains the bug up your ass.

- How's Jeannie? - Stunned, like I am. You know, I just think

of what it takes. I don't know that I'm up for it.

Let me tell you something, Bud.

When I was little, my father was barely around.

I never got the sense that he gave a crap about me.

Then I got to the seventh grade, and I got meningitis

and had to spend half the year in bed.

My father found this gear none of us knew he had.

If he can do it, so can you.

Not gonna be easy.

No. (Chuckles) It's not.

But I'll have your back, Papa Morris.

You're not really gonna call me that, are you?

Thank you.

Uh...

Well... help yourself.

Hey.

- Seriously? - Were either of you in Honor Society?

Scratch that.

Before you graduate, you wear the ring facing towards you,

and then after you graduate,

- you turn it around so it faces the world. - Mr. Brady wore his ring like this,

so it means if he hit his son,

the impression he would leave...

would be like that.

Doesn't match. It's upside down.

- Right. - Because so was the ring when she punched him.

- Uh, "she"? - Most of the members of The Honor Society

aren't athletes, which means that none of them

really had the strength to hit Jake hard enough to kill him.

Except for one member.

They told me to come by and get my computer.

Is the investigation over?

- Yes, I think it is. - Maxine, I'm Dr. Hunt.

- Hi. - I'm familiar with all your

many accomplishments. It's... it's quite impressive...

the computer club, uh, editor,

swim team, and most recently, The Honor Society?

Mm-hmm.

Congratulations.

Thanks.

- Is that the ring? - Yes.

- May I see it? - Oh, yeah.

- Oh, nice. - You also took A.P. English

with Jake Brady. His father said he had a tutor. We confirmed that it was you.

That's right.

- I couldn't believe he needed one. - Why not?

He always seemed so perfect.

But when he came to me, he was terrified...

terrified of failing...

of failing his father.

Jake was nothing like he was at school.

We really got along.

Were you romantically involved?

We kissed... on our last session.

So what I'm wondering is,

why did you tell us you didn't know him?

Maxine...

look at me.

You're a smart girl.

You know that I'm going to find Jake's D.N.A. on this ring.

When you saw his picture,

you went down there to save him, didn't you?

I mean, I couldn't believe someone would do that to him.

You know, I was a lot like you in high school.

I studied hard.

I had crushes on all the popular boys.

I would've done the same thing.

What happened?

What the hell did you do to me?

Uh, I'm... I'm helping you, Jake. It's Maxine.

- Who? - We kissed, remember?

Like I would ever kiss a girl that looked like you?

Get the hell away from me.

Oh.

He didn't even remember who I was.

Then after I ran away, I...

I had no idea I had killed Jake. I swear.

And I never meant for any of this to happen.

Oh. Oh, God.

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

- Um, I'm... - It's okay.

- I'm so sorry. - It's okay.

It's gonna be okay.

She'll be fine.

You know, she's a minor, there was no intent.

So no little Assistant D.A. is gonna try and make his bones

putting her in jail.

This is an Amarone,

made from grapes left to overripen

on the vine until...

they're almost...

raisins.

Megan?

Oh, I'm sorry. I, um...

I...

I tried calling Lacey at home and on the cell and...

I don't know what's happening. Maybe they've already left.

Mm.

Oh, Derek...

Yes?

I like you.

But?

But... there's only one person

that I should be thinking about right now.

And... if Lacey decides to stay,

then...

I need to focus on her.

Hmm.

And if she decides to leave?

- Have you seen Lacey? - What?!

- She's not at home... - No, I thought she was with you.

Doesn't answer her cell. We have a plane to catch.

You don't know where your daughter is, and you're worried about catching a plane?

That's why I'm here, Megan. I'm trying to find her.

You're unbelievable. When was the last time you talked to her?

No, don't do that. Don't. I'm not the bad guy here.

- Guys... - Oh, really?

- No, I'm not. - Guys!...

- What?! - She's right there.

I've been here a while.

Oh, God.

Lace, what is going on?

What's going on? I can't believe you guys.

You... you're gonna move across the country unless I stop you?

So now your whole career's up to me?

And you... if I stay, you're gonna leave

the first guy you've been with since the divorce.

I'm the child. You're the adults.

You're supposed to be worried about my happiness.

I'm not supposed to be responsible for yours.

You're right.

- Sorry. - I'm sorry, too.

Okay, then.

Okay, then what?

- What? - Well, I'm not sure what you meant

by "okay, then."

What do you want, babe?

What would make you happy?

What do you think?

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