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Heading into the East Wing
for 10:00 P.M. bed check. Over.

Copy that. East Wing,
10:00 P.M. bed check.

Get in bed, Samantha.

Die! Die! Die!

Colleen.

I'm sorry.

Where's Renee?

She's gone far away.

Code green in East Wing.

Renee Caldwell is missing.

Copy that. Code green, Renee Caldwell.

Security, be advised we are
on code green lockdown.

Renee! Are you in here?

Oh, my God.

Victim's name is
Renee Caldwell, 15 years old.

Last seen at dinner last night.

Roommate says she never
made it back to their room

for lights out.

A nurse found the body during
their 10:00 P.M. bed check.

Thanks, officer Dunn.

You're welcome, Detective.

What, are you marking
your territory or what?

In your dreams. But she was.

Something going on between you two?

Absolutely nothing, I assure you.

Ooh, it didn't seem like nothing.

Trust me.

I'm saving myself for someone special.

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

Maybe less.

The room was full
of steam when I got here.

Were the showers on?

All of 'em... full blast, high heat.

Could the hot steam have
accelerated the rigor mortis?

Mm. Look at you, learning stuff.

I read a little.

Smart killer.

Strike in the shower

and then watch all the evidence
wash down the drain.

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

Three blows, all in the same place

with a blunt object.

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

Any idea what we're looking for?

There's too much blood to tell.

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

Renee was a, uh,
paranoid schizophrenic.

It's rare in somebody so young.

Strong girl.

She was committed to...

getting out of here,
moving on with her life.

It makes what happened
all the more tragic.

Do you have any idea who did this?

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

Could someone have just
walked into the building?

No, everybody has to
sign in with security.

And, uh, all the guests
have been accounted for.

Could somebody have broken in?

It's unlikely...

Security does an
hourly perimeter check

to ensure all windows
and doors are locked.

There's been no breach.

Then Renee was probably
killed by a patient.

Or... an employee.

It looks that way, unfortunately.

Well, we'd like to start

talking to the girls
as soon as possible.

Of course.

But I insist on being present
during the interviews.

Oh, that's not how it works.

Well, I have a
responsibility to protect

the young women in my care,

many of whom are
in a delicate mental state.

Being questioned by two strangers

could be disturbing,

possibly even damaging.

I can't allow you to be there.

Well, then I can't
allow the interviews.

Are you impeding our investigation?

My hospital, my rules.

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

So Renee was your roommate.

Did you guys get along okay?

Yeah,

till she lied to me.

What did she lie to you about?

She promised never to leave me.

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

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

Yep.

Definitely.

Who would that be?

Me.

Okay.

Tell us how you did it.

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

Not like my last victim.

Uh, who... who was that?

President John F. Kennedy.

At least that case is solved.

I should've asked her
about Jimmy Hoffa.

We've got no witnesses, no evidence.

We're on fire.

Oh.

I'm so sorry.

I'm not crazy.

I shouldn't even be here.

And I know you've heard that
a lot today,

but it's the truth.

Why'd you give me this note?

I know who killed Renee.

Okay. We're listening.

Last night, I saw a man climbing down

from the heating vent in the hallway,

right outside my room.

What did he look like?

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

What makes you so
sure he killed Renee?

Because he came here to kill me

because of what I know.

That's why I'm here...

to keep me from telling the truth.

Then why did he kill Renee?

By mistake.

She lives just across the hall.

What do you know, Darby?

Please believe me. I'm not crazy.

Let's go, Darby.

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Well, that was a bust.

I don't know.

Darby seemed different
than the other girls.

Yeah, a different kind of crazy.

Yeah, that's exactly my point.

She doesn't seem that crazy to me.

Well, neither did J.F.K.'s assassin.

Yeah. Okay. You're right.

Will you say that again?

I want to use it for my ringtone.

If Darby says that she saw a guy

climbing out of the heating vent,

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

Okay, I'll have C.S.U.
process the vent.

Thank you.

Thanks for coming, mom.

Quality time with my only child...

I wouldn't miss it.

But I can see by the look on your face

that this is not a social call, so...

what's going on, Megan?

I know you don't want to talk

about daddy's suicide note.

The lab found a partial print.

Not enough for an I.D., but enough

to determine... it wasn't daddy's.

And of course you believe
that this print

belongs to your father's killer?

It's a possibility.

There are a thousand explanations

for this fingerprint

that don't mean murder.

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

Oh, I see what's going on here.

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

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

I seriously doubt that.

Then just sign the order, please.

I need to do this.

A... and if I find
nothing on the body...

It's not a body.

It's your father.

If I don't find anything

on the body,

I swear to you, I will let it go.

Have you given a second thought as to

my feelings about this,

about how this could affect my life?

I just want the truth.

No matter who it hurts.

I'm sorry.

I'm not signing.

But...

Hey. What are you doing here?

Just returning your call.

Isn't that usually done by phone?

Yeah, but then I wouldn't get to have

the pleasure of your company.

What can I do for you?

I need help getting
an exhumation order.

Who you want to dig up?

My father.

He died when I was 12,

and I grew up thinking
that he killed himself.

Now you're not so sure?

Recently, I got ahold
of his suicide note.

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

Wasn't his.

And you think he was murdered.

Yes, I do.

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

I'll see what I can do.

What?

I don't know. It's just,

everybody else has been
telling me why I'm wrong,

and I guess I expected you
to do the same.

I trust your instincts.

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

Cause of death was most likely

an acute subdural hematoma
to the frontal parietal area.

The hemorrhage was caused by
several blows to the skull

in quick succession

with a blunt instrument.

What did the killer use
as a murder weapon?

I got three
depressed skull fractures,

but too small for a hammer.

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

You might be right.

So how does somebody inside

a mental institution get access
to a ball peen hammer?

Unless the killer came
from the outside.

Hey.

Check out this trace
from her left shoulder.

It's odorless but thick,

like petroleum jelly.

Explains why the shower
didn't wash it away.

Bad luck for the killer.
Good luck for us.

What's up, Tommy?

Hey. Turns out Darby's
little sister was murdered

two years ago.

Got the lead detective from the case

coming to give us a crash course.

On my way.

Beth Stone was 5 years old
at the time of her death.

She'd gained some local attention

as a child beauty queen.

Her mother Julia was raising
her two daughters alone

after the death of her husband.

On the night in question,

Julia had put Beth to bed early

so she could watch
TV alone with Darby.

An hour later,

they heard Beth screaming
from her bedroom.

Beth?

Honey?

As they entered her room,

both reported seeing a male suspect

fleeing out the window.

They found Beth in bed...

dead from multiple stab wounds.

What did the body tell you?

Cause of death was exsanguination

due to aortic laceration.

Got a profile on the killer?

Single white male
in his mid to late 20s,

a loner.

Any chance that he knew Beth?

I've always believed he spotted Beth

at one of her beauty pageants.

Those things are a magnet
for pedophiles.

Mm.

Do you think my guy
also killed your victim?

It's not likely.

We're still getting some background

on Darby right now, though.

Well, keep me in the loop.

I still keep a picture
of Beth in my wallet.

It'll stay there
until I catch the bastard.

You want to interview Darby?

That's right.

How nice of you to ask
my permission this time.

So what did Darby tell you?

Darby claims that a male suspect

climbed out of the heating vent
across the hall from her room

the night of the murder.

Well, this explains why
there's a crime scene unit

crawling around in my ceiling.

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

and that Renee was killed by mistake.

Two days ago,

Darby didn't want to go
to her group meeting

so she went to the infirmary

and she was complaining
about back pain.

I assure you,

the man in the vent
is equally fictitious.

What was Darby's diagnosis again?

You know I can't
discuss that with you.

How convenient.

You don't get it, do you?

Until you find Renee's killer,

all of my patients are at risk.

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

Well, now is not a good time.

Why not?

What are you hiding, doctor?

Darby?

Huh?

Darby, can you hear me?

What the hell did you give her?

Mild sedative.

This is not mild.

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

Don't you dare presume
to judge my decision.

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

Darby's my patient.

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

You're way out of your league.

Megan, let's go.

We'll be back tomorrow
with your court order.

She better be lucid and alert.

You understand me?

Malcolm is definitely
keeping Darby sedated

so she can't talk to us.

Well, he's definitely got an ego.

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

Oh, so it's just a coincidence?

Like it's a coincidence
that he didn't want us

talking to his other patients alone?

Megan, you just need to ask yourself

if you're being objective here.

Really, do I?

Yes. You've got a 14-year-old
daughter at home.

It's only natural you're gonna start

feeling protective of Darby.

Tommy, I'm a big girl.

I can separate my feelings
from the case.

And maybe you're right.

Maybe Darby's making
the whole thing up.

But no one should have

that much power over other people.

I found something, Detective Sullivan.

Please tell me it's the murder weapon.

No such luck,

but the vent's pretty
banged up inside.

Someone definitely used it

to climb down from the roof
and enter here.

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

They just had a routine inspection.

It was fine three days ago.

There's more.
We also found trace amounts

of this thick, sticky substance.

Which the suspect could've left behind

when he accidentally touched
the vent cover.

I sent a sample to the lab.

We found a similar substance
on Renee's body.

If that matches,

then whoever came through
this vent killed Renee.

And it confirms Darby's story.

Dr. Malcolm's letting you
talk to me alone?

Didn't have a choice.

Your story checks out, Darby.

And we also know about your sister.

So we are here...

just to listen.

Thank you.

You know, the scariest part
about being committed here

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

Everything out of your mouth
just sounds crazy.

Even the truth.

Especially the truth.

So let's assume you
were the real target

and not Renee.

Who would want to kill you?

My mother.

Darby, I thought you
said you saw a man

going down a vent.

Yes. She hired him to kill me.

And why would she do that?

Darby, it's okay.

I saw her
kill my little sister.

Darby, there's no evidence
linking your mother

to Beth's murder.

She destroyed it. The knife, too.

Yeah, but in the police report,

you and your mother both said

you saw Beth's killer
leaving through a window.

No, my mom made me lie.

She said if I didn't,

child services would come,
and I'd have no one.

So you covered up for her?

I tried to.

For six months,
Beth was in my nightmares,

begging me to stand up for her.

I finally realized that...

if I didn't tell the truth,

I wouldn't be able
to live with myself.

Mom caught me trying
to call the police

and freaked out.

That's why she sent me here...

to shut me up.

Nobody believes a mental patient.

But, Darby, you've
been here for two years.

Why would your mother wait that long?

Why would she suddenly
decide now to kill you?

I think Dr. Malcolm told her

that he couldn't control me anymore.

Malcolm's in on this?

Yes.

He knows I'm not really crazy.

My mother pays him
to make sure I keep quiet.

Why do you think he's been
trying so hard

to keep you away from me?

I'm so scared.

Will you help me?

Megan, you just gotta calm down.

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

We will, as soon as I can check

the financial connection
between her and Malcolm.

What, you don't believe her?

It's just a really elaborate story.

For all we know, Renee's murder

has nothing to do with Darby at all.

Evidence proved her right
about the heating vent.

Doesn't mean she's right
about everything.

And she is a mental patient.

I don't know, Tommy.

I looked her right in the eye...

I believe her.

Hey.

What brings you here?

Just dropping off some paperwork.

Well, nice to see you.

Actually, I came to see you.

Can I ask you something?

Sure.

This might seem a little awkward,

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

Okay.

Is something going on between
you and Detective Sullivan?

That's none of your business.

Look, I'm just asking

because Tommy and I
went out a few weeks ago.

Like a...

"date" date?

Yeah, to a Flyers game.

And we had a great time.

But if you two are involved...

I... I just need to
know what to do here.

Hey, you do whatever you want.

So...

Darby claims that the murderer
killed Renee by accident

that she was actually
the intended victim,

and that you orchestrated it all.

That is ridiculous.

She also says you killed Beth.

My daughter's a very sick girl.

So you're saying it isn't true.

Of course not.

I'm sorry. I had to ask.

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

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

They're why I had her committed
in the first place.

I'm sure this is very
stressful on you.

What do you want from me?

The law prohibits Dr. Malcolm

from disclosing Darby's diagnosis.

We were hoping you could tell us.

Darby has
borderline personality disorder

with psychosis.

Was that triggered
by the murder of her sister?

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

So her symptoms appeared previously?

I really don't know when it started.

She was always a very...

emotionally fragile child.

Is there any documentation

of this illness from childhood?

No.

Why would that matter?

Oh, it's just interesting.

Most mental patients have a long,

well-documented history
of their illness

before they're committed.

All Darby had was... your word.

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

So it's not true
that you and Dr. Malcolm

colluded to kill Darby?

No.

See, this is typical Darby.

She turns everyone who
tries to help her

into her mortal enemy.

We've done a little investigating

into your financials.

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

So that means that
I killed my daughter?

You tell me.

I gifted that money

because I believe in
Dr. Malcolm's work.

Or you paid him off
to keep Darby silent.

How dare you.

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

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

And that is why I told Dr. Malcolm

that he could start
this new treatment.

What treatment?

Electroshock therapy?

Electroconvulsive therapy.

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

She's not depressed.
She's... she's terrified.

Dr. Hunt, I had no idea

you had credentials in psychiatry.

E.C.T. is like playing
Russian roulette with her brain.

It's controversial
because it's unpredictable.

I've had more success
treating depression with E.C.T.

than prescription meds.

It also causes memory loss.

Or maybe that's the point.

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

till we get to the bottom of this?

Maybe as a gesture of good faith...

I'm all out of good faith, Detective.

You're intruding in the therapy

of a very sick girl

who, contrary to
your baseless accusations,

I'm trying to help.

We think that her
mother hired somebody

to break in here and kill Darby.

Maybe with a little help
from the inside.

You should listen to yourself.

Why? You think I'm going crazy, too?

I'm gonna put a stop to this.

An appeal can take weeks to get.

Let me know when you have one.

Thanks.

Well, somebody looks properly sedated.

Louisa doesn't mess around.

This little lady's feeling no pain.

Ready?

Yep.

All right.

I'll be right back to strap her in.

Okay.

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

Ah. Okay.

Don't you worry about a thing.

You're just gonna...

take a little nap.

You look like a little angel.

Here's your halo.

Don't you worry about a thing.

You ready for a little rest?

Hmm?

Okay.

Darby escaped?

Less than an hour ago.

Apparently she attacked Dr. Malcolm

just as he was about to start E.C.T.

Oh, Jesus. I don't blame her.

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

Darby's got an aunt lives
just outside the city.

She may try to contact her.

I think we should head out there now.

She'll show up.

Hope so. Don't want to see
anyone else get hurt.

She was protecting herself.

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

I just got a call from Dr. Malcolm.

He's filing a complaint against us.

Been a few of those lately.

Based on what?

He blames you for Darby's escape.

Why?

I don't know. Maybe it has
something to do

with you validating Darby's delusions,

which then triggered
her manic episode.

Oh, please.

He's blaming me to cover his own ass.

Maybe. Or maybe he's right.

Excuse me?

Dr. Malcolm is a highly respected

member of the medical community.

So am I.

And you've managed to piss
both of us off

inside of a week.

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

You better be.

Wow.

Hey, Lace. What's up?

Everything's fine.

Um, a friend of yours
stopped by, though.

Her name's Darby.

Uh...

Yeah, I... I know her from work.

That's what she said, too.

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

but she insisted on waiting.

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

Okay, cool. See you soon.

Lace...

Damn it.

What's going on?

Darby's at my apartment with Lacey.

Lacey.

Aah!

Lacey!

Hi, girls.

Hey, Mom.

Darby just played "Zax"
on a triple word score

for 110 points.

She's killing me.

How'd you get so good?

Not much else to do where I live.

Hey, Darby, why don't you

start putting your things together?

Please don't make me go back.

We're just going to
the station. That's all.

Darby, we're not gonna let
anything happen to you.

I promise.

Give me a call first next time, okay?

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

You two girls say good-bye.

When you said you didn't
want to go back,

where did you mean?

A mental institution.

Oh.

I don't really belong there.

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

She seems like a really cool mom.

Definitely.

I mean, she may stress case

and she likes to act
all tough sometimes,

but she really just wants
to help people.

Thank you.

For what?

For not sending her
back to that place.

Yeah, I'm just not convinced
that Dr. Malcolm knows

what's best for Darby.

She is a minor,

so we are legally obligated
to tell him we found her.

How do we keep him away from her?

I could claim she tried to assault me.

I was forced to take her into custody.

You were wrong, by the way.

Which time are we talking about?

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

I see me.

I know a little something
about not being heard,

having a mother
who wants you to live a lie.

Yeah, I want to protect her. I...

Nobody should feel alone like that.

And if it's not me, who else?

Just take us through
the night Beth was killed,

step by step.

I don't like to think about it.

I know, honey.

We're hoping that
you'll remember something

that we could use as proof

that... your mother killed Beth.

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

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

But Beth didn't want to go to sleep.

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

Did your mother go to check on Beth?

Three times.

The last time...

mom went up,
she just... didn't come back.

Then it got quiet...

too quiet.

When I went up
to check on them,

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

Mom?

Mom!

No, mommy!

- She made me promise not to tell.
- Beth!

Then she got rid of her clothes
and the knife.

And she even opened Beth's window

to make it look like
an intruder had broken in.

What was your mom wearing that night?

Gray slacks,

gray sweater,

and slippers...

and her pearl necklace.

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

Did she destroy that, too?

I... I... I don't think so.

Pearls are porous. They absorb blood.

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

Tommy.

A little bit... more.

Ahh.

There we go.

We definitely have something.

Uh, phenolphthalein, please.

Thank you.

Hey. What's that mean?

It means...

it's positive for human blood.

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

The blood D.N.A.

extracted from the pearl
matches your dead daughter.

Makes a pretty strong case
that you killed her.

No. No, that's a lie.

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

Your husband gets cancer, he dies,

leaves you alone to raise
two girls all by yourself.

The bills start piling up.

Beth is throwing
tantrums all the time.

I'm surprised you could
even hear yourself think.

Something had to give.

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

Why did we find her blood
on your pearls?

I don't know.

Just admit what you did.

Okay. Yes.

I destroyed the evidence.

But I could
never hurt my sweet angel.

If you didn't kill Beth, who did?

Darby.

You really have no shame, do you?

Ohh.

But if you're capable
of killing one daughter,

why not try to pin it on the other?

Please. Would you just listen to me?

I put Beth to bed early that night.

And Beth would not
stop screaming and...

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

But, uh...

Darby went up the third time.

And the screaming stopped.

But Darby didn't come back down.

So I went to check on them.

Ah! Aah! No!

- It just didn't even seem real.
- Aah!

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

I...

I made Darby undress in the shower,

and I took her clothes and my clothes

and the knife and
I just dumped it all.

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

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

To protect Darby.

I don't buy it.

You don't protect your child's killer.

You do if the killer
is also your child,

and she's all that you have left.

You're very convincing.

And I would believe you...

if you hadn't tossed

Darby aside

like a piece of trash
to hide what you did.

You weren't protecting her.

You were protecting yourself,
just like you're doing now.

What kind of mother are you?

No.

Oh.

You looking for Dr. Hunt?

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

and she just disappears.

Oh, she has spidey sense.

No doubt about that. Especially
when she's mad at you.

You know where she went?

Yeah, Darby was released from custody.

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

Said she'd be back in a few hours.

Thanks.

Detective Sullivan,
I got the lab results

on the sticky substance
we found in the vent

and Renee's shoulder.

It was a... a tricky I.D.
Multiple ingredients.

What is it?

It's a polymer-based
Ibuprofen ointment

called Dolgit.

It's used for muscle aches and pains.

Wait a second.

Darby went to the infirmary
for back pain

just hours before Renee was killed.

Is it possible she got
this stuff on her hands

and didn't realize it?

That puts her in direct contact

with the vent and Renee's body.

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

Darby killed Renee.
I gotta warn Megan.

Will I have to go back
to the institution?

Well, you'll have to have
a psychiatric evaluation.

And then go before a judge,

who will make the final decision.

But you have nothing to worry about.

The evidence is
overwhelmingly in your favor.

Thank you for believing me.

Thank you for believing in me.

Hey, Tommy.

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

but do not let Darby

see you react.

Okay.

I'm at the M.E.'s Office.

It's starting to look like
Darby actually killed Renee,

and if that's true,

she probably killed
her sister as well.

Yeah, she's doing great.

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

Megan, listen.

Leave your phone on so we can
track your GPS location.

I'm coming to get you.

Okay. Talk to you later.

That was detective Sullivan.

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

You're a good liar, Dr. Hunt.

But not as good as me.

No! Darby!

Stop!

Darby! Stop!

Help! Help!

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

Hold it right there. Hands up.

I'm unarmed. I can explain.

- Tell me what happened.
- She pulled a gun on me

when I was walking home from school

and told me to get into her car.

She was gonna kill me!

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

- She should be in custody.
- Who are you?

I'm Dr. Megan Hunt.
I'm a medical examiner.

I am with The City.

See? She's totally crazy!

Do you have credentials?

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

a City vehicle around the corner.

No! Watch out!

Ohh!

Don't you dare move.

You must think you're pretty clever.

Oh, this is funny to you?

What if it is?

You killed two people,

put a cop in the hospital.

I don't think that's very funny.

You have no proof I did anything.

Well, we got the Ibuprofen ointment.

Well, that's weak.

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

Thought you might say that.

Thanks.

The murder weapon...

a ball peen hammer.

Where did you find that?

Had a hunch it was
in one of the heating vents.

First one I checked
was in the showers.

I got lucky.

It's got Renee's blood on the head

and your skin cells on the handle.

We got you, Darby.

Whatever.

Why'd you kill your sister?

Beth was a whiny brat.

Trust me. I did the world a big favor.

And you ruined
your mother's life.

Yeah? Well, she tried to ruin mine

- by throwing me into that freak Zoo.
- She was trying to get you help.

Mom was never gonna
let me out of there.

So I had to do it myself.

That's why you murdered Renee,

to lure us into the institution?

So you could tell us
your sad little story.

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

I chose you.

Your mother's right.

You're a sick little girl.

And your daughter was right.

You act all tough, but...

you really just want to help people.

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

Now I feel nothing for you.

And you're going away for a long time.

We'll just have to see about that,

won't we?

I know that you...

judge me for protecting Darby.

She was so sweet one
moment, and then...

so cold the next.

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

that Darby was still
my sweet little girl.

But then after what she did to Beth,

I blamed myself for
not seeing the signs

and for not getting her help sooner.

But I also wanted to believe that...

she could still be saved.

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

I don't blame you.

I can't.

I wanted to believe her

as well.

Did you come here to gloat?

No, no, I came to apologize.

I was, uh, wrong about Darby, too.

Uh, obviously,
she's a total sociopath.

I knew she was lying to you,

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

I wanted to tell you that.

Thank you.

Um...

You know, I... I've always
thought of myself

as a woman of science.

And when the cops,

they talk about gut instincts,

it just makes me think of intestines.

It's messy.

I let myself get messy.

People are messy.

We're no different.

Mm.

Hey.

She found my weak spot, Tommy...

a little girl who
nobody will listen to.

She used it against me.
I should've known better.

You're human, like the rest of us.

Yeah? Well, I don't like it.

You can't always be right.

I have to. It's my job.

And if I'm wrong about her,

then what else am I wrong about?

My father?

Am I being cruel to my mother

because I'm not seeing the truth

that's right in front of me?

Megan, you're being
pretty hard on yourself.

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

Come on. Let's go get a drink.

I don't think so.

Okay.

All right, you know what?

I didn't want to say anything, but...

I talked to Riley.

She told me about your date.

Mm. Our date.

We went to a hockey game.

You lied to me.

You said there was nothing
going on between you two.

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

I mean, this isn't about Riley.

This is about...

You're trying to find
any excuse you can

to push me away

because you know that
we would actually be happy,

and that idea just terrifies you.

I think that we should
put the past... to rest.

Megan...

It's for the best.

Good night, Tommy.

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