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♪ When the moon hits your eye ♪

♪ like a big pizza pie ♪

♪ that's amore ♪

♪ when the world seems to shine ♪

♪ like you've had too much wine ♪

♪ that's amore ♪

(R&B music playing)

(Humming)

(Electricity crackles)

(Woman) ♪ seems to lead to apathy ♪

(Sighs)

♪ I'm singing, listen to my song ♪

(Grunts)

(Panting)

(Gasps)

Aah!

(Police radio chatter)

A dead body in a freezer, huh?

Yep, male, mid 50s. Joe Sanella.

Owner/operator of Sanella's family restaurant.

A Philly institution.

Yeah, so was Joe.

You knew him?

Yeah, my parents used to bring me here all the time

as a kid.

Joe used to like to call me Petey.

(Laughs) So what's her story,

Petey?

Ugh. Delia Cole, one of Sanella's employees.

She shocked herself on a live wire

when she came in for her shift.

She's the one who found Joe.

(People speak indistinctly)

(Camera shutter clicking, people speaking indistinctly)

This is where Delia shocked herself.

Is it related to the crime?

Well, we'll know soon enough.

All right. Check the body for electrical burns.

I hope you brought a warm jacket.

Haven't you heard? I'm cold-blooded.

(Chuckles)

So leaving a body in a freezer... what was the killer thinking?

I mean, the cold preserves the evidence.

It makes our job easier.

Actually, the damaged tissue makes the internal exam harder.

I'm just saying, not a genius.

I got evidence... (Camera shutter clicks)

of frostbite on the cheeks, nose, and ears.

Looks like his whole body is frozen to the core.

In this cold, that would take a minimum of...

(Sighs) 36 hours.

So fetal position

suggests that he was alive at some point,

trying to keep warm.

Yeah, this purplish-red blistering right there

confirms it.

If he was dropped here when he was dead,

you wouldn't see that coloring.

So he must have been knocked unconscious.

I mean, otherwise, he would've walked out.

There's no lock on the door.

Well, all this blood trickling down his face confirms that,

and I got blunt force trauma to the head.

Peter, take a museum's worth of photos.

Once a frozen body is removed from the cold,

it starts to decompose very quickly.

So right now is the best chance we have to document this.

Wh... where are you going?

Find a hot chocolate.

(Exhales)

I didn't understand the plight of the penguin

until just now.

Then work up a sweat.

This is a balmy 38 degrees

compared to the restaurant freezer.

Can we just lift the damn body?

(Ethan) Okay, ready? One. Two. Three.

(Grunts)

(Curtis and Ethan grunt)

Oh.

(Megan) Frozen body changes all the usual routines.

We're gonna have to wait at least 48 hours

to do a controlled thaw.

Yeah, the same 48 hours

when a murder has the best chance of being solved.

Well, let's just stay positive.

We can X-ray the body.

And we can process it

while it thaws from the outside in.

(Kate) The rest is a waiting game.

Ooh. This must have been a bloody mess.

Understatement.

Any thoughts on the murder weapon?

I'd say it was big enough to knock him out,

but not big enough to kill him.

Well, based on the shape of the wound

and the fact that your crime scene's a restaurant,

I'd say you're looking for

an industrial-sized kitchen utensil.

The good news, I'm looking

at an industrial-grade meat tenderizer.

(Kate) What's the bad news?

It's been through the dishwasher.

Any evidence of the killer is long gone.

Bag it.

Okay. (Beeps)

(Door opens)

I just found a dozen bloody dishrags

in a dumpster out back.

C.S.U.'s bagging and tagging 'em.

Sounds like somebody cleaned up after themselves.

Yeah, but where?

I mean, I photographed every inch of that freezer.

If there were signs of cleanup, I would've seen 'em.

What about the outside?

Hit the lights.

(People speaking indistinctly)

(Spritzing)

Well, there you have it.

Joe was attacked out here

and then dragged inside the freezer.

Okay, riddle me this.

Why would you clean up on the outside

and not the inside?

Maybe he ran out of time.

Huh.

Whoa.

But he definitely ran out that door.

(People speaking indistinctly)

(Faucet turns on)

(Faucet turns off)

(Breathes heavily)

Aah!

Hands where I can see 'em.

(Pants)

(Fabric snaps)

I don't understand why I'm here.

Well, let's start with

why you were cleaning blood off your shoes

and work our way up.

Blood? (Laughs)

It was tomato sauce.

Okay. I'll bite.

How'd you get tomato sauce on your shoes?

Someone spilled it on the kitchen floor,

so I cleaned it up.

And what were you doing in the kitchen in the first place?

I own Sanella's with my brother-in-law Joe.

We're partners.

Just ask Joe. He'll straighten all this out.

I can't. He's dead.

(Megan) Mr. Pedroni.

Are you okay?

It was those punk kids that robbed me and Joe

a few months back,

waved guns in our faces.

We I.D.'d them.

This was payback.

Great. So there's a police report.

What are their names?

Ask Joe. He'll remember.

(Laughs)

Henry?

Hello? Henry?

I'm Dr. Megan Hunt.

Do you understand that Joe is dead?

I know that.

Then why did you just tell us

to ask him the name of those kids?

I didn't. You're wrong.

Okay. Sorry.

My mistake.

May I ask you another question?

Have you ever been diagnosed with any type of dementia?

I don't have Alzheimer's.

You're wrong.

All you doctors are wrong.

I saw this all the time as a neurosurgeon.

(Sighs) Henry exhibits all the classic symptoms

of early Alzheimer's...

confusion, short-term memory loss,

difficulty answering questions.

He seemed fine to me

until we accused him of murder.

We caught him cleaning blood off his shoes.

And don't you wonder why he was doing that

two days after the crime?

He heard us coming and panicked.

Or his concept of time is skewed...

also a symptom.

(Indistinct conversations)

Look...

imagine how petrified you would be

if you started to forget the simplest things...

geography of your neighborhood,

where you parked your car at the grocery store.

And then one day, you catch yourself

brushing your hair with your toothbrush...

well, not you...

and it scares you because you are still

lucid enough to know how crazy that is.

And then you know what's really scary?

One day, it won't seem crazy at all,

because you are too far gone to notice.

So you're saying, Henry's innocent?

I'm saying, that if he's guilty,

he might not remember the crime at all.

It's a match.

This meat tenderizer is guilty.

That must have hurt.

Yeah, kinda like how it felt when you moved in on Dani. (Camera shutter clicks)

Would you get over it, Ethan?

Okay. That sounds good.

Why don't you tell me how to feel now?

Okay, I think I'm done here.

Yeah, you are.

How long you gon' keep this up?

Wait. Wait. Check this out. Check this out.

The decedent's shirt is completely soaked in blood,

but there's only one isolated drop on his pant leg.

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

You petty and immature? Yeah.

No, the blood drop could belong to the killer.

You heading out?

Hey.

Uh, yeah. Bud's tracked down Joe Sanella's family.

So we're, um, meeting them at P.D.

(People speaking indistinctly)

So...

what did they say?

That my biological father lives 2 miles from here.

How poetic.

M... maybe you guys stood in line

next to each other at the coffee shop.

Two strangers, totally clueless,

biological connection.

Well, a stranger is still a stranger.

Are you gonna call?

When I'm ready, maybe.

I gotta go.

Peter...

call.

See you.

When Joe picked me up for our first date,

my brother Henry made sure he was there

to scare him away.

(Chuckles)

But it didn't work.

Instead, they became best friends.

Mm-hmm.

Even though they were polar opposites.

Mm. Maybe that was the secret to Sanella's success.

Yeah.

It was a simple recipe...

Joe was the people person,

and... Henry kept the books.

They made a hell of a team.

Did that change after Henry's diagnosis?

Joe had to pick up the slack.

It's been a struggle.

But he let Henry keep working.

He knew Henry needed something to hold on to,

to still feel useful.

Mm-hmm.

That was my Joe.

He was always concerned about other people's feelings.

Dr. Hunt,

may I see my husband now?

I'd like to say good-bye.

I'm very sorry, but that's not possible yet.

Soon, though.

Okay.

Would you...

like to see Henry?

Do you think he killed Joe?

Do you?

We came as soon as we heard.

The organic farm gets spotty reception.

Look, I know my father's a sick man,

but he'd never hurt uncle Joe.

The evidence says otherwise.

What did Henry say happened?

Karen, please let me handle this.

Henry says Joe was killed by a group of teens

that robbed the place a few months back,

but I found no record of the incident.

Yeah, it's 'cause that happened when I was 12.

You know what? Screw this.

M... Mr. P...

Mr. Pedroni.

This has been so hard for Anthony.

We moved back here to help.

Turns out Henry doesn't want any.

He won't go to the doctor. He won't take his meds.

Have you... ever seen Henry get violent?

He once threw a chair at Anthony

for refusing to give him car keys.

Well, Alzheimer's patients can get frustrated.

Believe me, I know.

Does Anthony?

He's still looking for his father.

But Henry's already gone.

(Keypad beeping)

(Inhales deeply)

(Phone rings)

(Sighs)

(Man) Hello?

Hello.

(Elevator bell dings)

(Indistinct conversations)

Megan!

Hold the doors.

I just got the preliminary D.N.A. results

on the blood drop Ethan found on the decedent's pants.

Did it belong to the decedent?

- Nope. - Did you get a database hit?

- No. - Then why are you holding me hostage?

Because the donor's positive for sickle cell trait.

Which is most common in people of African decent.

What you lookin' at me for?

The donor was female.

(Indistinct conversations continue)

Where are you going?

We are going back to work.

We have a new suspect.

Oh, hell.

Delia, are you positive for the sickle cell gene trait?

Um...

yeah. How do you know that?

Because we found a drop of blood on Joe's pants

with that very same gene.

I cut myself on a cheese grater Sunday night.

Joe patched me up.

He was good like that.

Fussed over me like I was his own daughter.

How's this for a plan?

You kill your boss, you come back two days later,

find the body.

Oh, so you think I shocked myself on purpose, too, huh?

No, we'll just chalk that up to bad karma.

You did have access and motive.

What motive?

Why aren't you manager?

Hmm? You been here a long time.

I don't know.

(Cell phone ringing) Well, let me explain it to you.

The only people who get promoted at a family business

are family.

(Rings and beeps)

Morris.

So it must have stung when Joe hired Anthony back

to help run Sanella's after Henry got sick.

It's not like that.

Anthony and I are cool.

And besides, he hates this place.

(Beep) Why do you think he moved to California?

Coming home was his worst nightmare.

(Indistinct conversations)

I'm out.

I got work to do.

I just got a hit on that live-wire print.

A woman named Annabelle Kip,

did a 2-year stint for money laundering.

Hmm.

I'll run with it.

(Morris) So, Annabelle,

what's your connection with Joe Sanella?

(Sighs) I'm a restaurateur.

I secure the rights to existing businesses

and I expand them into a franchise.

I met with Joe and Henry last week

to discuss purchasing Sanella's.

Joe did all the talking. His partner's a nut job.

So Joe and Henry build up the business,

you pay 'em off and get rich.

Bottom line, I can take it to the next level.

Joe and Henry can't.

That's why I offered them $2 million. (Computer beeps)

- That's a lot. - Mm.

Did they take it?

Turned me down flat.

Said his family's legacy wasn't for sale.

That's called integrity.

(Laughs)

What good is integrity if you're broke?

Or dead, like Joe.

(Laughs)

You're joking, right?

No joke.

And your fingerprints were at the crime scene.

They're in the system because you have a criminal history.

Which is ancient history.

(Object clatters)

Old habits die hard.

What happened, Joe had the guts to say no to you,

so you had to teach him a lesson?

You calling your lawyer now?

Oh, yeah, to rescind my offer.

If Joe's dead, Sanella's price just dropped.

There's some sort of black substance

adhering to the left palm,

but no burns.

I do have a burn on the right hand.

It's reddish and granular.

I'll have to confirm microscopically

to know if it's electrical.

It looks pretty minor.

Huh. This is strange.

I've got petechial hemorrhaging in the eyes

and on the eyelids.

Which suggests asphyxia as cause of death,

not hypothermia.

So do these lacerations on the inner lips and gums.

Somebody forced their hand over Joe's mouth.

Yeah, he was clearly fighting to breathe.

But both the fetal position and frostbite

suggest hypothermia as cause of death.

If the cause of death is still a mystery,

maybe the answer is back at the crime scene.

(Indistinct conversations)

Peter?

Yeah.

Jack Cranston.

Hi.

H... have a seat.

Wow. This is every bit as awkward

as... as I imagined.

(Chuckles) I... I think it's supposed to be.

(Sighs)

I'm...

really glad you called.

You're just...

you're just not what I imagined. (Chuckles)

You're exactly what I pictured.

You look just like her.

My mom?

You know, the, uh...

the agency didn't have her current address,

so I was hoping that you could...

I'm sorry, Peter. I... I thought you knew.

She died.

M... maybe this isn't the best place

for us to start.

Just...

just tell me.

Okay.

The day after you were born,

there were complications.

She hemorrhaged.

The doctors couldn't stop the bleeding.

So what was her name?

Katie.

Katie Trammell.

(Chuckles)

We started dating our junior year.

We were 16 when she got pregnant.

So you decided to give me up?

I wanted you to have a chance.

I just... I wasn't ready for that.

Yeah, you know what? I'm not really ready for this. I just...

Hey... okay, hey. Look...

we can do this any way you want

or not at all.

I just wanted you to have this.

Ain't no way in hell I'm laying on the ground.

All right. Come on. Come on.

Recreating the crime scene

might help us determine cause of death.

I'm on a diet.

The last place I should be is in a freezer full of food.

So don't poke a hungry bear.

A man only has so much strength.

Okay, hungry bear, fine.

We found the victim... excuse me...

like this, right?

We know that Joe was hit over the head

in the kitchen,

dragged into the freezer,

and after that, things get a little bit hazy.

What doesn't look right?

The blood pools.

If Joe was on the ground bleeding from his head,

why is most of the blood pooled at his waist?

Excellent question.

Uh, well...

it's a simple matter of gravity.

The... the head wound had to be directly above this blood pool,

which means... (Exhales deeply)

Joe was sitting up.

But if he was knocked unconscious,

how's he hold himself up?

He didn't. Somebody did it for him.

Show me.

Why do...

ohh.

Oh, boy. Cuddle time? It's cuddle time.

Say that again, and we'll have a whole nother crime scene.

Oh, you're warm.

(Speaks indistinctly)

All right, we know that there was bruising

in the inner lips, gums,

which says that the killer held his hand over Joe's mouth.

Well, this... this would be the ideal position to do that.

I like this part. Shut up.

(Mutters) Wait. So Joe was suffocated to death?

That doesn't make any s...

it doesn't make any sense. (Muttering)

We know he was alive when the frostbite set in.

That takes a while.

Judging by all the blood pooling around my waist,

Joe was sitting up for a long time.

That means that...

the killer must have gotten frostbite, too, right?

Uh, if they were here for 20 minutes,

maybe, maybe not.

Why would he stick around?

I'm freezing my ass off.

He wouldn't have stayed unless he had to.

Because he heard Henry outside.

Right, that's why the killer dragged Joe in here and hid.

He was waiting for Henry to leave.

So Henry isn't our killer.

No, but he might be our only witness,

and he doesn't even know it.

I already told you everything.

It helps if you just go through the events

step-by-step.

You never know what's gonna trigger a memory.

So just relax...

breathe,

start from the beginning.

I, uh...

I walked into the kitchen.

I saw the stuff on the floor.

Was there anything else on the floor besides blood?

Yeah.

I saw a...

what's it called?

A meat tenderizer?

Yes, a sausage. Joe loves them.

A sausage.

Wait.

No. Um...

I don't know.

What is happening to me?

It's okay. It's okay.

- I'm afraid. - I know you are.

No, you don't know.

(Pants)

I'm afraid...

(Pants)

that I killed Joe.

(Crying)

I don't want to believe that I'd hurt him, but...

I'm losing my mind,

and I don't know.

What if I killed him?

Henry, listen to me.

The evidence says that you are innocent.

It's much stronger than memory.

(Normal voice) Why can't I remember?

I feel like I'm...

slowly...

disappearing.

Henry, I wish that I could...

stop this disease that's in your brain.

I do, but I can't.

But I can promise you this...

you will still have your family,

and when the time comes,

they will remember for you.

(Sniffles)

You sound like Joe.

He woulda liked you.

I think I would've liked Joe.

Wait.

I do remember.

I saw Alice in the kitchen.

Who's Alice?

She was running out the back door...

covered in blood.

Alice was Henry's wife.

She passed away ten years ago from cancer.

Hello, Maria.

Henry. Henry.

(Indistinct conversations)

Let's get you home, okay?

You all right?

Eh, tired.

You hungry?

Yeah. Yeah, soup, I think.

(Maria) Yeah.

We got any stale bread?

Yeah. Whatever you want? (Speaks indistinctly)

I still think part of what Henry said was true.

Yeah? Which part?

(Indistinct conversations continue)

(Ethan) You know that black trace

that Kate found on the vic's hand?

Mm-hmm.

Uh, the lab identified it as industrial printer toner.

A Hewlett-Packard 346-A toner, to be exact.

I'm listening.

Now you remember that dumpster

where Pete found the bloody rags?

- Yes. - I checked the evidence log.

A C.S.U. tech found crumpled specs

for what could be a potential Sanella's franchise.

Courtesy of Annabelle Kip?

Exactly.

Now the ink on the specs matches the toner

on Joe's hand.

So if we match it to the printer in her office,

it puts her at the scene.

We need a warrant.

Yeah, that's not enough for a warrant,

even from my mother.

It is, however, enough for another chat.

(Morris) You sabotage the live wire?

My client would like to invoke her fifth amendment right.

That boat has sailed.

Hypothetically speaking,

someone may have rigged the wire for a low-amp shock

in the hopes that an employee injury

would get Sanella's slapped with an osha violation.

You were bullying them into selling.

(Inhales deeply) Hypothetically.

(Megan) Annabelle.

We found your franchise specs

in the dumpster behind the restaurant.

There's evidence of matching toner on Joe's hand.

Puts you at the crime scene.

- In what universe? (Morris) - Now look...

I... I'm sorry. I didn't give the specs to Joe.

I gave them to his nephew Anthony.

Anthony?

Why were you talking to Anthony?

Well, he thought Joe was crazy to decline my offer,

so he paid me himself to draw up the specs.

Here is the canceled check.

Why?

Well, he wanted to use the specs

to warm up Joe to the idea.

In fact, he picked them up from my office on Sunday night.

After which, I went out clubbing with my friends

well into the next morning.

Oh, their names and numbers are at the bottom

if you wish to confirm.

Any questions?

(Megan) No, but if you're lying, you'll be back.

Hypothetically.

(Morris) Annabelle told us she gave you the franchise specs.

We found trace of those specs on Joe's fingers,

which puts you at Sanella's the night of the murder.

Now you went there to convince him

to take the offer, didn't you?

No.

I never went.

I was driving to the organic farm

with my family.

(Laughs)

Pinocchio...

your nose is growing.

I'd never hurt Joe. I loved him.

But you hated the family business.

The way I hear it, you fled all the way to California

to escape it.

I came home because my father needed me.

Yeah.

You're a good son.

But your dad's only gonna get sicker.

Then what happens?

You are stuck at Sanella's forever.

And then in walks Annabelle Kip

with a golden parachute for the whole family...

$2 million. (Chuckles)

But Joe...

he's a stubborn old bastard.

He's not thinking about you.

What choice did you have?

I want a lawyer.

I'm not saying another word.

Fair enough.

(Inhales deeply) Joe's body will do the talking.

I bet...

it's got a lot to say.

The long thaw is finally over.

The body is cherry red from head to toe,

which is consistent with hypothermia.

Same thing on the inside.

All the internal organs

are a beautiful burgundy discoloration.

They're autolyzing.

The cell membranes are breaking down.

It's nature's way of putting us back into the food chain.

(Chuckles)

Huh.

The right lung airway is decaying.

Something's...

lodged inside.

(Scissors click)

(Clatter)

Hmm. Tweezers.

Looks like a chunk of food covered with bacteria.

Food for thought?

It takes a tough bug to thrive in the extreme cold.

Henry talked about seeing a sausage

on the kitchen floor

when he was cleaning up the blood.

And Bud and I both thought that he was talking nonsense,

but maybe he's more of a reliable witness

than we realize.

So Joe's eating,

the killer hits him on the head

with a meat tenderizer,

and Joe chokes.

That's why the killer was covering his mouth.

Joe was making a racket

that might have drawn Henry's attention.

The killer was shutting Joe up.

And if Joe inhaled the bacteria from the killer's hand, then...

Then identifying it would lead us to the killer.

Get it to the lab.

C.O.D. was asphyxiation?

No, the food bolus

only partially blocked Joe's airway.

He was still able to get enough air to breathe.

He ultimately succumbed to hypothermia.

So the bacteria's all we've got then.

We also... have a witness.

Who, Henry?

I believe that Henry saw who killed Joe.

But his dementia

is preventing him from communicating what he saw.

Megan, a witness with Alzheimer's isn't a witness.

I'm not so sure that he has Alzheimer's.

Really? Based on what?

His gait.

He shuffles like his feet are stuck to the ground.

That's more indicative of Parkinson's

or some other kind of neurological disorder,

but not Alzheimer's.

So you think he was misdiagnosed?

His doctor didn't even get an M.R.I.

I really want to figure out what's going on in his brain.

Why is it that every time you can't find an answer,

you assume someone else made a mistake?

Uh, because I'm right.

Henry's dementia

might be treatable.

He might become lucid enough to tell us what he saw.

Well, you'd need the family's consent,

which might be a bit of a challenge

now that Anthony's our prime suspect.

I really think you're underestimating

my considerable charm.

I think you'll do anything

to get Henry to say that Anthony killed Joe.

Are you so afraid of the truth

that you would sacrifice your brother's mind?

Wait, wait, wait, wait. You mean, you can cure him?

Yes, it's possible,

and with your permission,

I would like to do an M.R.I. on Henry.

Test me.

I want to help Joe.

It's not up to you, sweetie.

G... go back.

Finish the napkins. Go.

Go.

(Indistinct conversations)

I have power of attorney over my brother.

And it is my job to protect him.

My answer is no.

Don't pretend to care about Henry, okay?

This is about covering Anthony's ass.

How dare you.

Listen, lady, you have a real shot at helping Henry,

- and you're just pissing that away. - A... all right, enough.

Enough. We all want the same thing here, don't we,

to find out who killed Joe?

I can help Henry. Let me do it.

No.

I trusted you once,

and you came after my family.

And no promise of a medical miracle is gonna change that.

Now it's just the four of us.

And we have to keep this place going,

make sure that we don't have to sell

to that barracuda in a dress.

We gotta make this place work.

That's what Joe would want.

Now you get out.

(Indistinct conversations continue)

Bye-bye, Alice.

(People speaking indistinctly)

What is going on with you?

They're just circling the wagons

'cause they know Anthony is guilty as hell.

No, what is going on with you?

(Exhales deeply) I met my birth father.

Oh.

Yeah, I let Dani push me into it.

Oh?

Oh.

Oh...

you and Dani.

Yes, me and Dani.

I'm sorry. I should've said something...

No, no, it's fine. It's... it's... no.

It's great. It's great.

She's really smart, and you needed a push,

and... well, a shove actually, so, hey, I should thank her.

But it was a very bad idea.

Why? What happened?

Long story short, it just wasn't

the happy ending I'd hoped for.

Well, at least you know the truth.

And believe me, that's... much better than not knowing.

Then why does it feel like it was a huge mistake?

Because you did something really hard.

That doesn't make it a mistake.

(Sighs)

No luck identifying the bacteria?

No, not yet.

It's like the Terminator of bacteria.

And I mean, it's got a wide range of temperatures,

both hot and cold.

The lab accidentally irradiated one of the cultures,

and it still wouldn't die.

It's not a normal human pathogen.

Sounds like an extremophile.

And if you can't identify it in the usual ways,

think outside the lab.

(Both) D.N.A. sequencing.

Yeah, I said it first.

Aren't you brilliant?

What the hell did you say to Maria Sanella?

I asked for her consent to test Henry.

She said no. So much for my charm.

Henry's in the emergency room.

Why? What happened?

He overdosed on his Alzheimer's meds

because he thought it would help him remember Joe's killer.

The problem is,

he kept forgetting how many pills he'd taken.

Oh, God. He did that to help me.

- I'm gonna go see him. - The hell you are.

Maria's threatening to sue the M.E.'s Office

because she says you put the idea in his head.

M... Megan, stay away from them.

(Singsongy) I am going.

(Siren wails)

(Woman speaking indistinctly over P.A.)

(Indistinct conversations)

If you're here to talk me out of suing your office,

don't bother.

Sue away. I'm here for Henry.

I would like you to leave.

Don't be rude, Maria.

It's Alice.

Let her stay.

(Monitor beeping rhythmically)

Can you tell me what happened when Henry had the seizure?

We were in the kitchen.

He just collapsed and hit his head on the counter

before I could reach him.

They do a C.T. scan?

It'll help us know if there's any damage from the fall.

Yes.

(Beeping continues)

You look a lot like her.

Alice, I mean.

She could always calm him.

When we're scared, our mind goes to happier memories.

(Beeping continues)

Soon, he won't even have that.

(Beeping continues)

Hmm. He wet his bed.

(People speaking indistinctly)

(Man) The C.T. scan's clean.

And I have some great news.

Henry doesn't have Alzheimer's disease.

He has normal pressure hydrocephalus.

That's right.

It's caused by excess spinal fluid

putting pressure on the brain, but how did you know that?

Because I'm a doctor, and he shows

the classic three W's of N.P.H...

weird, wet, wobbly.

Dementia, leaky bladder, and distinct shuffling gait.

Ugh.

N.P.H. is a very tricky diagnosis.

The dementia's often mistaken for Alzheimer's,

the gait for Parkinson's, but Henry has neither.

Wait. What are you saying?

Well, with your permission, it's treatable

with a 45-minute shunt procedure to drain the excess fluid.

(Beeping continues)

You mean, Henry could be normal again?

It's certainly possible.

Well, everybody responds differently,

but... let's hope for the best, okay?

Okay.

Let's give it a try.

(Beeping continues)

(People continue speaking indistinctly)

She's beautiful.

Her name was Katie.

(People speaking indistinctly)

I see you in her.

Ethan, hey, uh, we're...

It's cool.

Um, uh, D.N.A. sequencing scored huge.

You've identified the bug?

Yes, yes. A particularly resilient one, too.

Uh, deinococcus radiodurans.

I called it the Terminator, but in the medical community,

it's known as "Conan the Bacterium."

Uh, it uses rich organic materials

like food and feces to grow,

and it's most commonly found in...

Compost.

That's what gave you away.

What are you talking about?

I found a chunk of sausage in Joe's upper lung

that was covered with a kind of bacteria

that thrives on compost.

Joe inhaled it from the hand of his killer.

So we asked ourselves who had access to compost,

and the dots connected back to you.

Well, you were at that organic farm.

Plenty of compost there.

Yeah, I went.

So did Anthony and Maria.

Yeah, but that was after the murder.

I called the farm, Karen.

You were the only one there the day before the murder,

all alone.

You guys are crazy.

(Chuckles) You know what I think?

I think that you and Anthony sacrificed a lot

by moving to Philly...

but Henry needed you, so you came.

Yes, to support my husband.

Right.

But it wasn't just Henry

that needed Anthony back in Philly.

It was Joe, too, to help run Sanella's.

And being stuck there

was Anthony's idea of hell.

I bet that Anthony didn't have the guts to confront Joe,

so you took those specs and went yourself.

If you want something done right...

Anthony didn't kill Joe.

You did.

I told Joe that selling the restaurant

was the best thing for the family.

We could all have our own lives.

Henry could get better care.

You know what he said to me?

"You will never be part of this family, Karen."

After all that I had done,

all the sacrifice...

I grabbed the tenderizer, and I just lost it.

Lost it?

You cracked him on the head with it, right?

Yes.

Then you heard Henry,

and you dragged Joe into the freezer.

By the time he left...

Joe was dead.

No, Karen.

He wasn't.

It took Joe over two hours to freeze to death.

You still had time to save him.

My mother told me...

you could always count on your family.

(Crying) But what if you lose them?

What do you do then?

You go on.

(Sobs)

I'm not sure I know how.

I have faith in you, Maria.

Joe would, too.

(Elevator bell dings)

(Woman speaking indistinctly over P.A.)

(Sighs)

How are they holding up?

Mm.

Joe was the heart and soul of that family,

and Karen took it away from them.

They could use a break.

(Kate whispers) Yeah.

On the way over here,

"Rocket Man" was playing on the radio.

(Normal voice) It's a good song.

Couldn't listen to it for years.

Why not?

It was playing

on my father's car radio

the day that he drove my mother and me

into New York City.

It was a great trip...

shopping at Bonwit Teller's,

Russian Tea Room, Broadway.

I was really happy.

(Siren wails)

(Woman speaking indistinctly over P.A.)

It's the last time we were together as a family.

The next week, my father was dead.

(Chuckles)

And every time I hear that song on the radio,

I am 12 years old again and...

(Sighs deeply)

man, it still hurts.

It's funny how the brain works, right?

Yeah.

But, you know...

(Voice breaking) I would never want to forget that pain.

It makes me who I am, you know?

(Siren wailing)

I can't imagine...

losing that.

(Grunts)

(Maria) Henry?

(Monitor beeping rhythmically)

Can you hear us?

(Beeping continues)

Alice.

The confusion's normal.

We'll know more in a couple of hours.

Dr. Hunt reminds me so much of your mother.

Dad?

Oh, my God. (Cries)

I'm okay, son.

I'm okay.

Listen, the restaurant...

Nah, don't worry about that, dad.

I'm gonna stay with you now.

We'll run it together, okay?

No.

Your uncle Joe and I built Sanella's.

It was our dream, not yours.

Maria and I will run it,

won't we?

For Joe.

You bet we will.

For Joe.

(Beeping continues)

Dr. Hunt.

Thank you.

(Beeping continues)

You didn't give up on me.

(Beeping continues)

Wasn't an option.