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MAN 1: We have two auto accident victims.

First, 21-year-old female driver,

unconscious, lost pulse at the scene, possible facial fractures, went V-tach.

BP 82/54, heart rate 130, respiratory rate 30.

MAN 2: Second passenger ejected from car.

Unconscious, head trauma.

Flail chest, BP 50 over palp.

- Heart rate 150. - I don't have a pulse.

MAN 3: Get the paddles.

WOMAN: Crashed. MAN 3: Start CPR.

WOMAN: We're losing her. We're losing her.

Donna Whirley. She presented with multiple traumatic injuries.

She arrested on the way to trauma. We couldn't bring her back.

Her companion is still in intensive care.

Uh, ordinarily, it's just the transpo people we meet.

I'm not your ordinary ME.

DOCTOR: Oh? MEGAN: Sooner I get to them,

- the sooner they can move on. - I'd say this one's already left.

I will send transpo in when I'm done.

Excuse me. Uh, are you from the ME's office?

- That's right. - My, uh, daughter Donna is...

Oh, yes, I know. I'm very sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

Look, I, uh, have to know. Was Carrie drunk?

MEGAN: Who's Carrie? - She was the one who was driving.

- What are you saying about my daughter? - I'm asking if she was drunk.

- Was your daughter drunk? - My daughter is dead.

- Mine's in a coma. - Because she was drunk.

- She's always been a bad influence. - Shut up!

[GRUNTING]

MAN: Hey. WOMAN: Stop that.

You lost your child.

And you may still lose yours. You want answers?

Try not to kill each other before I have a chance to find them, okay?

Dani, you're up.

Victim's name is Donna Whirley. Steer clear of her parents.

I'm driving you back to the office, aren't I?

Oh, sorry. I had a lovely evening. Do you mind?

I don't mind. You got an important job to do.

Next time someone calls me with a broken sprinkler, I hope you'll understand.

As long as you still come home.

[CHUCKLES]

FONTANA: From the geography and the skid marks,

everything points to the Mustang as the cause.

The driver's wallet was on the floorboard,

and this was thrown from the car along with the passenger.

Donna Whirley. She didn't make it.

- What was the condition of her seatbelt? - Nothing wrong with it.

But the main thing I wanted you to see was this.

- Where did you find that? - Driver's side door pocket.

MEGAN: Donna Whirley, age 21, ejected from the car.

Multiple facial lacerations,

bilateral pelvic fractures, flail chest.

Let this be a lesson, gentlemen. Wear your seatbelts.

She has an old scar on her foot. Uh, it might be from a surgery.

She's got a chalky white substance on her pants leg.

I already swabbed it and got it to the lab.

[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

You know, what I don't get is, this girl's blood alcohol was negative.

- It was her friend who was drunk. - So?

PETER: So you're riding shotgun with your drunk friend

who's speeding and weaving through traffic, and you don't wear your seatbelt?

- There was nothing wrong with it. - He has a good point.

If you're Donna, why do you let Carrie get behind the wheel in the first place?

That's another good point.

Let us posit that there is a logical explanation for both.

We will not know why Carrie was behind the wheel

until she regains consciousness.

But as for the seatbelt...

What are you looking for?

MEGAN: Anything that would inhibit range of motion.

- Ethan? - Yeah?

Hand me a probe.

CURTIS: Our preliminary information

is that your daughter died from multiple traumatic injuries.

I'm very sorry.

Right. And why are the police here?

We're here to ask, uh, do you know the whereabouts of your daughter

before she got into that car?

Why? What does that matter?

The driver of the car, Mrs. Whirley, was under the drinking age,

but over the legal limit for blood alcohol level.

[Slel-ls]

I knew it. God.

Carrie was always dragging Donna somewhere against her will.

And now Donna's the one that ends up dead.

Why haven't you arrested Carrie?

She killed our daughter.

If our information is correct, she will be arrested.

NHIRLEYI Shh. Shh.

Hey, come on, come on.

[CRYING]

Shh.

You'll never guess what showed up on Carrie Greyson's x-ray.

- A bullet? - How did you know that?

Carrie's in the hospital.

[KATE slel-ls]

A through and through.

This wasn't a traffic fatality.

This was murder.

The bullet lodged in the posterior apex of the left ventricle of the heart.

The heart is inflamed, but no signs of cardiac tamponade.

We'll monitor Carrie throughout the acute phase

- for any hemorrhage or rupture. - When can we have the bullet?

I'll take it from here, doctor.

- Why didn't he answer my question? - He just did,

but it went over your shiny little head.

The heart is like any other tissue. You hurt it, it heals.

The healing process takes a couple of days, the acute phase, that is.

Remove the bullet too soon, the heart wall will rupture.

So the answer is we can have it in a couple of days.

GREYSON: Hey, wait a minute.

Now, I don't wanna spoil your plans for my daughter,

but you can forget getting that bullet.

The doctors say she could recover just fine without removing it.

Donna Whirley is dead. Your daughter's been shot.

That bullet is our best clue at finding out who did this.

When she wakes up, she'll be happy to tell you.

And if she remains in the coma?

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

Garage has something for us. I'll see you later.

Mr. Greyson, would you at least allow me to see your daughter?

[Slel-ls]

Was she wearing long sleeves?

I don't know. They removed her clothes in the ER.

May I have your permission to examine them?

They might help us find out what happened.

Yeah, sure.

Hey, I looked for you at lunch.

Uh, I had to run back to my place. The window sensor went off again.

The same one I've been telling you needed a new battery?

- Heh, you could've changed it yourself. - Then I would need the secret code

to disarm your elaborate home defense system.

Dr. Hunt called. Uh, she's on her way back from the hospital.

She needs to see you and Kate in autopsy immediately.

Okay. Uh, duty calls.

[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

[CLEARS THROAT]

[SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

Seriously?

[SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

MORRIS: What do you got? FONTANA: This car over here,

we found paint transfer on the fender that matches the paint

from Carrie's Mustang.

Okay, so the Mustang hit it.

According to witnesses, it was the only car involved in the accident

that wasn't hit directly by Carrie's car during the accident.

The contact was made prior.

- Prior? - Mm-hm. And then there's this.

This was found under that driver's seat.

Seven live rounds, one empty.

- So who's the car registered to? - Rob Martin.

You said you wanted to see us?

Yeah, I'm trying to figure out

how Carrie and Donna were positioned when they were shot.

Correct me if I'm wrong, but they were sitting next to each other.

Yeah, I know that.

But was it a random firing or was somebody aiming at them?

Kate, you are Donna.

You brought me in here to be a target dummy?

Okay, I will be Donna, and you will be Carrie.

You get a bullet in your heart. Peter, you get to shoot us.

Hmm. My dream come true.

All right, the bullet enters Donna here, exits here, enters Carrie here.

- So, Peter, what do you see? - Wait, turn back that way again.

They're both turning away from the shot.

Because Donna saw the gun, so it wasn't random.

All right, so she screams, "Gun!" and they both instinctively turn away.

But there was no bullet hole in the car door

and the bullet is only mildly deformed.

So it had to have come through the open window.

So does anybody know how high off the ground

the window opening of a '95 Mustang is?

Excellent question. Let me know when you find out.

- We done? - We're never done.

KATE: Hmm.

MORRIS: How are you feeling, Mr. Martin?

Two pins, both legs, they won't give me any more morphine.

- How would you feel? - What happened to your hands?

Air bag burns. I didn't even know it was possible.

- So much for getting gunshot residue. BAKER: The '95 Mustang.

We know the driver was drunk.

We know she sideswiped you before the accident.

And we also know both she and her passenger were shot.

Which brings us to the gun we found under your driver's seat.

The one with one round conspicuously fired.

Hold on a second. No way.

I'm a process sewer.

I wind up in bad places talking to bad people all the time.

- You ever shoot one of these bad people? - No.

You do like scaring people with that gun, don't you?

In fact, you were cited for pulling it just last year.

So this girl sideswipes you, you chase after her,

pull your gun to scare the crap out of her, somehow it goes off.

She sideswiped me, and you're damn right I went after her

to get her license plate number. I didn't touch my gun.

You're an angry man, Mr. Martin.

Because I'm in pain. Can't you get them to give me more morphine?

Yeah. We'll get right on that.

Take away the fired round, I still wouldn't believe that jerk.

Yeah, but how are we gonna prove he's the shooter?

We've gotta get that bullet.

MEGAN: Donna and Carrie were hit by the same bullet.

The irony is the wounds were survivable. It was the crash that killed Donna.

Bud and Sam have any leads?

They think it might be a case of road rage,

but Carrie's parents won't allow the bullet to be removed, so without it...

- Bud and Sam are stuck. PETER: Maybe, maybe not.

I've been going over the measurements of Carrie's car.

Shot could have come through the window,

but unless it originated in a truck or an SUV, it's borderline.

But what if they weren't in the car when they were shot?

What if they got into the car to get away from whoever it was that was shooting?

That would explain how Carrie got behind the wheel

- if they were both running for their lives CURTIS: If this isn't road rage,

you'd have to think one of them was the target and the other one got in the way.

We need to know where they were before they got in the car.

Let's get on it.

They were on the planet Krypton.

Ethan, I'm not in the mood.

The chalky white substance on Donna's pant leg is kryptonite.

Or the closest thing to it.

Look, kryptonite doesn't actually exist, of course,

but if you'll just move down the line,

a new mineral was recently discovered in a Serbian mine

that almost exactly matches the chemical formula for kryptonite,

stolen by Lex Luthor in that abysmal failure of a movie, Superman Returns.

Sodium lithium boron silicate hydroxide.

It's not green, it's chalky white, and it was on Donna's pant leg.

- How did it get there? - That's what I asked myself.

Turns out, Donna was a geology major and an intern at the college museum.

Now, the museum just recently received a sample of kryptonite from Serbia.

[SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

- What the hell is wrong with you? - Oh, I'm learning Spanish.

You're not the only one who can woo the Latinas.

Dani doesn't speak Spanish, Ethan.

Really? What, is she Portuguese?

Ethan. What about Carrie's clothes in the hospital?

- Did you get a trace on them? - You won't let me enjoy this?

No, get back to work.

Just popped in to say hello.

- Hello. DANI: And ask where this is going.

As in us, you and me, the future.

[Slel-ls]

Is subtle not in your vocabulary?

I think we should move in together.

Donna was nice enough.

When was the last time any of you saw Donna?

Last night. She was boxing up her samples when she just took off.

- Said she was late meeting Carrie. - Late meeting her where?

Uh, Duke's. It's a campus bar about six blocks away.

They must have gotten their wires crossed

because Carrie showed up here looking for her.

Really? Then what happened?

She just left, that's all.

Okay, thanks.

MORRIS: Hang on a sec.

Excuse me, who is that?

Oh, uh, Susie Foster.

The rest of you are arm in arm.

No love lost between Donna and Susie?

She and Donna were up for the same scholarship.

Donna won.

It's funny, come to think of it, Carrie was staring at that picture too.

- Really? When? - Right before she ran out of here.

HEY-

Hey. Lace. What are you doing here?

Grandma's waiting downstairs,

but you said you wanted a picture for your office, so here it is.

What do you think?

What do I think? I think I love it.

Oh, thank you. It's beautiful.

- What about right there? - Yeah, perfect.

Wow, Lace.

Uh, Lacey. Uh...

[STUTTERS]

- Congratulations. Hey, Lace. - For what?

I put you up for the Philadelphia Medical Association Public Service Award.

- You won. - I did what?

I didn't do it for you. I did it to enhance the prestige of this office.

Ceremony's tomorrow. Look your best. Bye, Lace.

God, I hate award ceremonies.

Crappy food and chitchat with strangers.

Why don't you just take Aiden?

No, I could not do that to him.

You took him to see a body. This has got to be an improvement.

[CHUCKLES]

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

Lace, sorry. I got to go.

Thank you, thank you, thank you for my picture.

I love it. Say hello to Grandma.

A picture is worth a thousand words, Susie.

What's that one say?

I wasn't a Donna Whirley fan.

Doesn't mean I shot her.

The accident happened at 9:30. You got out of chem lab at 9.

- Did you take a ride down the highway? SUSIE: And lose my parking space?

No way. No, I walk to class and back.

It's 20 minutes across campus.

Did you talk to anyone? Did anyone see you?

I'm sure somebody saw me. I mean, I'm not invisible.

Look, if I had a gun and was psycho enough to use it,

don't you think someone would have heard the shot?

Why didn't you like Donna?

- Donna got a scholarship she wanted. SUSIE: No, that wasn't it.

My problem with Donna was that she was always playing poor little sick girl

because she had lupus.

MORRIS: Lupus?

PETER: I ran the ANA test like you asked.

- Negative. - Mm-hm.

This girl did not have lupus.

She was in perfect health.

So maybe Susie was lying.

Why would she lie about something like that?

Oh, God.

- What? - Carrie.

Girl in the hospital with the bullet lodged in the wall of her heart,

her inflamed heart,

- that's a symptom of lupus. - I don't get it.

Two girls, same height, same hair color, same body type.

Oh, no.

The paramedics at the scene, they must have misidentified her.

And we never questioned it.

This is not Donna.

It's Carrie.

- How the hell could this happen? - I know you're upset, Mr. Greyson.

Upset? One minute, we're with our daughter.

The next, the Whirleys show up with a priest and a hospital administrator,

telling us there'd been a mistake.

A mistake?

I don't give a damn what anyone says.

That's our daughter in that bed.

Mr. Greyson,

did your daughter have surgery on her left foot?

- What does that matter? - Did they put a screw in it?

Yes, in high school. Why?

I took these x-rays about a half hour ago in our morgue of Carrie's foot.

I'm very sorry.

- How--? - Neither of them had ID on their person.

Donna's book bag was found outside the car near your daughter

and your daughter's wallet was found inside the car next to Donna.

Because of their physical similarities, the paramedics mistook one for the other.

It was a tragic misunderstanding.

Who killed my daughter?

There is a chance that it might be a case of road rage.

However, we do not have access to the bullet.

- Then get it. - That's up to the Whirleys now.

And we can't order them to comply

- any more than we could order you-- - Do you think I give a damn?

My wife collapsed in the hospital when they told us.

She's under sedation right now.

Our lives are ruined.

And as God is my witness, I will sue everyone

who had anything to do with this for the horror we've been put through.

Anything I can do?

I wish there were.

So Carrie was Donna and Donna was Carrie.

I'm really glad I'm not in charge.

Thanks for nothing. What are you doing?

I am checking out

the trace results from Donna's clothes that we got from the hospital.

- I thought you did that already. - No, that was when Donna was Carrie.

This is from the real Donna.

Here, look at this.

Her sleeve and the whole right side of her jeans were saturated

in this diluted acetic acid solution.

Battery acid goes everywhere in a car accident.

No, it's not battery acid. It's a stop bath.

It stops the action of the developing solution when developing photographs.

Who the hell does that anymore?

- I do. - Why am I not surprised?

It's a dying art, man.

Wow, visiting you at work is a lot more satisfying than the other way around.

Yeah? Well, then we're gonna have to work on your definition of satisfying.

[CHUCKLES]

Okay, here's your shot.

There is this stupid thing that I have to go to for work tonight,

and I was thinking the one thing

that might make it more bearable is if you came with me.

Heh, wow.

Well, put it like that, how can I refuse?

Q I(aY

Typical off-campus apartment.

Nice building.

Poor parents. I can't imagine.

The relief of having your child survive.

And then it gets ripped right out from under you.

I don't see a trove of photography chemicals.

Me neither.

Four locks on the door?

Bars on a second story window?

HEY-

Pepper spray-

This girl was afraid of someone.

- So are you going to sleep with him? - What?

I mean, it's been a month now, right?

- Dad's already in Barbados with that girl-- - Yes, yes, I know.

No, and Aiden and I are not going to sleep together.

So Dad having sex means you can't have any?

Why should being divorced from him be any different than being married to him?

- What's that mean? - Nothing.

Aiden and I are taking our time, which is something I would hope you would do

- until you're at least 40. - Relax, Mom. I get it.

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

Go ahead, Peter.

PETER [OVER PHONE]: We got done talking to campus police.

Carrie had a stalker. She got letters

and flowers and photographs of her taken

from around the campus, all sent anonymously.

One day she comes home and she swore someone had been sleeping in her bed,

- so she went to the campus police. - So creepy.

- Did the police do anything? - Not much.

She had thrown out all the letters and photos.

They checked with all the local photo processing places just the same,

but they came up with nothing.

This sounds very strange. Why didn't the Greysons say something?

My guess is that Carrie never told them. You met her father.

He would've yanked her out of that school in seconds.

Okay, thanks.

The Philadelphia Medical Association was founded in 1865,

with the goal of consolidating new medical knowledge

and procedures coming out...

This could possibly be the worst date ever.

I'm having a wonderful time.

- Oh, you are such a liar. - No.

Getting to know the real you, which is all I really care about.

- If this is the real me, we're in trouble - Good.

MAN: --and has focused on education, public service,

and the popularization of the medical professional community.

To that end, we have a number of awards to present tonight.

Where are we going? What about your award?

To introduce the recipient of our public service award,

Dr. Megan Hunt.

[CROWD APPLAUDING]

[MEGAN CHUCKLES]

This is where I had my first real kiss.

- No. Ha, ha. - David Faulkner.

I was in tenth grade and he was in 11th.

AIDEN: And did you break his heart?

MEGAN: Um...

- Actually, I think I did. - Of course you did.

- The first in a long line, I have no doubt. - No.

There haven't been that many.

I know what I want.

And I'm willing to wait.

Are you still waiting?

Just kiss me.

[POP MUSIC PLAYING QUIETLY ON RADIO]

Lace, it's time for bed, honey.

Lacey.

Your mom would kill me if she knew you were up this late.

[GRUNTS]

Oh, my God. Lacey.

Mother, what happened?

I went to tell her to get ready for bed and she was on the floor, unconscious.

- Did she hit her head, have a seizure? - Megan, I don't know anything.

You. My name is Dr. Megan Hunt. I'm with the medical examiner's office.

My daughter, Lacey Fleming, was admitted here a half an hour ago.

- I want to see the attending now. - Ma'am, you don't talk to me that way,

and you certainly don't summon my attending that way.

Now, sit your ass down and he'll be with you as soon as he can.

I assume you're talking about me.

- We meet again. - My daughter, what happened?

She collapsed from ketoacidosis. Her blood sugar registered a 450.

We found ketones in her urine.

Now, that, combined with islet cell antibodies

means there's a high probability of--

Type one diabetes. My brother has it.

Diabetes?

DOCTOR: I know it's a shock, but Lacey will be all right.

The main thing right now is to get her blood sugar level back to normal.

We're moving her now. Give us a few minutes and a nurse will take you to her.

Donna Whirley's heart started bleeding last night.

Doctors had no choice but to operate.

She's in recovery and you have your bullet.

- How is Lacey doing? - A lot better than Megan, I guarantee you.

BAKER: It's not a match. - So Rob Martin is in the clear,

and none of the accident victims saw Susie Foster's black SUV on the highway.

Back to hunting for darkrooms.

- Darkrooms? PETER: Donna's shirt and pants

were soaked with an acid bath used to develop photographs.

And Carrie's stalker was sending her photographs.

So we figured that they found out who he was

and confronted him in his darkroom.

Only there are no commercial darkrooms anymore.

How did the girls find it?

We don't know, I wanna show you something.

Okay, I am shooting you the photograph right now.

Something in that picture made Carrie grab Donna out of a bar

and drag her to Carrie's eventual death.

What?

Megan. Megan, enough. You're driving me nuts.

And you're driving yourself nuts.

Honey, you need to get some rest.

How is she?

They think she's gonna make it.

They're moving her to her own room now.

I just keep thinking about how brave she's already been,

and how much braver she's gonna have to be.

Did Donna ever mention that Carrie had a stalker?

A stalker?

No, never.

Oh, God, is that who did this?

Maybe. We think that Carrie and Donna confronted him together.

Carrie never wanted to be alone. Now I understand why.

I don't know if this helps, but we found a box in Donna's room.

Carrie's keepsakes.

Carrie must have, you know, given it to her for safekeeping.

- Where is the box? - Well, it's right here.

I mean, we were gonna give it to the Greysons,

but it got a little heated, as I'm sure you heard.

- You mind? - Oh, uh, yeah, yeah.

Thank you.

[BOTH CHUCKLES]

I have no idea what that is.

- Hey, did you hear about Lacey? PETER: Yeah. It's crazy, huh?

She's gonna be fine.

My lease runs out at the end of next month. That's what made me think of it.

I spend most nights at your place anyway.

You've gone from keep-it-casual to co-habitation pretty quickly.

[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

- You know I'm standing right here, right? - I follow my heart.

- Maybe I'm just invisible. - It's too soon, Dani, that's all.

Maybe my entire existence is completely meaningless to everyone.

I don't think you are asking me. I think that you're, you know, kind of--

You're pushing me a little bit, you know?

Hey, hey, hey.

[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

What is this?

It's a picture of the interns at the college museum.

Okay, and Carrie's stalker was sending her photographs, right?

Yeah.

Mira, it's this guy.

- How the hell do you know that? - His T-shirt.

The Arbus Center? It's an artists' commune downtown.

They develop their photographs manually.

MORRIS: Philly P.D.!

Taking the stairs, partner.

HEY, guys.

MORRIS: These are all pictures of Carrie. PETER: It's the hospital.

That's Donna's room.

What if he doesn't know it's Donna?

What if he still thinks it's Carrie?

He's gonna take her out.

We've gotta get to the hospital.

Um, excuse me? What are you doing?

Just borrowing your microscope.

Okay, um, I'm gonna have to ask you to leave.

- This is hospital property, okay? - Hey, listen.

I'm about to catch a murderer. You wanna cut me some slack?

Okay, yeah.

What are you looking at?

MEGAN: Fungus from the fingernail of the killer.

MEGAN: Hello, Susie.

What are you doing here?

I'm just, uh, here to visit a friend.

Really? With a syringe in your hand.

I'm just wondering how you went

from being in love with Carrie to wanting her dead.

I was never in love with her.

Come on, Susie.

You broke into her apartment, you lay down on her bed,

you left trace of the fingernail fungus on your left thumb.

Yeah, I saw that in the police station.

Tell me, how did it feel to wrap yourself up in her sheets? Good?

Carrie was supposed to be my best friend, not Donna's.

- Oh. - I was always there for her

even if she didn't know it.

Then she shows up with Donna,

starts screaming at me for what I've put her through.

- Me, her biggest fan. - Right.

Told her that Donna had gotten between us.

She laughed at me. She mocked me.

Up until then, she'd been perfect.

I'm so sorry.

You should've seen the look on their faces when I pulled out that gun.

- They weren't mocking me then. - Susie, you need help.

This is 100 percent glacial acetic acid.

You know what it does when it hits a vein?

More than you do.

[BOTH GRUNTING]

[MEGAN PANTING]

PETER: You okay?

[GRUNTS]

MORRIS: Get her out of here.

[SUSIE GRUNTS]

You're not suing the medical examiner's office or the city.

- The hell I'm not. - It'll take years and you'll lose.

Do you really wanna relive that pain every day and still have no resolution?

- Lady, I'll relive it until the day I die. - Of course.

But what if there were a way to ease some of that pain?

What do you mean?

What are they doing here?

Carrie gave this to Donna to keep for her.

When I was Carrie's age, I used to have a box like that too.

Old concert tickets, my grandmother's watch.

But I never had a friend that I would entrust it to.

Carrie wasn't a bad influence.

We know that now. She was a good girl, a good friend.

When she needed help, she turned to Donna.

[CLEARS THROAT]

You've all suffered.

You've all had your worlds turned upside down.

For 36 hours, the Whirleys thought their daughter was dead.

And for 36 hours, you cared for Donna as your own.

Out of this tragedy, one girl has survived,

and she has all four of you

to thank for the love and the support that she's gotten.

And she is gonna need every bit of that love and support

to help her come to terms with losing her best friend.

Don't you wanna be a part of that?

Do we wanna be a part of what?

A part of our daughter's life.

Please.

Yes.

Yes, we do.

MEGAN: Hey.

AIDEN Hi.

So...

...the real me, you got quite a dose last night.

Heh. How's Lacey?

She's okay. She's gonna be in the hospital for a couple more days.

Which is where you should be.

And no, nothing about last night's gonna scare me off,

if that's what you were wondering.

Here.

Give that to Lacey.

- Are you really this perfect? - No.

[BOTH CHUCKLES]

Thank God.

Stop distracting my boys and get the hell out of here.

Commissioner Travers. Nice to see you again.

I've asked Kate to join us.

The misidentification of Carrie Greyson and Donna Whirley

is a big black eye for this office.

How do you figure?

We weren't the first on the scene, or the second or third.

Your ME had the body for a day and a half without noticing the mistake.

In all fairness, Megan had no reason to think there'd been a mistake.

Come on, you know the game, Kate.

By the way, how did you get the Greysons to drop their lawsuit?

I just appealed to the goodness of their nature.

[CHUCKLES]

Well, whatever you said, it worked.

And now we have an image problem with only one solution.

Where is Megan Hunt?

Mm-mm. She's not taking the fall for this.

This is my office and my responsibility.

Curtis, you realize what you're saying?

We got the killer, didn't we?

Congratulations, Kate.

You're the chief again.

That was very noble of you.

You'd have done the same.

- You all right? - I'm fine.

At least now I don't have to deal with Megan's award ceremony.

Why, what did she do this time?

[CHUCKLES]

[CRIES]

Mom, I'm so scared.

I know you are, honey. I know.

How can I even have diabetes? I'm not overweight.

That's type two diabetes. It's acquired. Yours is different.

It's still incurable, right?

- I'm gonna, like, lose my legs or go blind? - Lacey, listen to me.

You forget everything that you have ever heard about diabetes, okay?

Those are misconceptions.

It is a completely manageable condition.

And I am gonna be with you every step of the way.

O kay?

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You are gonna be just fine.