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[♪♪♪]

So is this an official date?

I sure hope so.

Then you have to tell me.

That would ruin the surprise.

One of the reasons I quit the D.A.'s office

is because I couldn't take

so many constant, unwelcome surprises anymore.

See, in the Medical Examiner business,

the occasional surprise

makes my job more interesting.

But food and surprise can be a bad combination.

Just trust me, you're gonna love this place.

And you know this because you love this place?

I love their concept.

Oh, their concept.

Is that an entrée or an appetizer?

[laughing]

I'm just saying, I hope the food is...

I promise you, it is.

We can go somewhere else.

No, it's not the restaurant.

I just, um...

I lost my appetite.

Are you okay?

Should I take you home?

So, where did you park the car, Savannah?

We're almost there.

Give it up.

Let's go, move it!

And the ring.

Now!

Hey, take it easy, she'll give it to you!

[shot fires]

[screams]

[Jonas]: Hailey?

Are you okay?

Are you okay?

Hailey...

Jonas, can we do this another night?

Of course, yeah.

Come on, I'll take you home.

[♪♪♪]

...So let's work on that,

and I will see you guys next week.

Bye.

Your timing couldn't be better.

Well, that's a first.

-Hailes... -Hey.

Aw, hi.

Hey, it's so good to see you.

How are you holding up?

I'm doing a lot better.

Do you wanna tell her?

I'm selling the house.

But I love your house.

Not mine, my parents'.

It's been two months since the accident, and...

I'm finally ready...

Thanks to your office-mate.

You were right, she's an amazing therapist.

You did all the work.

I just brought the coffee.

Sounds like a breakthrough to me.

It will be once I can sleep through the night.

It's not easy, is it?

If it were, you wouldn't be human.

I have great movers when you're ready.

I got it covered. I'm having an estate sale.

Oh, that's great.

And a huge undertaking.

Which is why I hired this chichi group

to do it for me.

Okay, well, let me know, I'm happy to help.

Be with me when I meet with them?

Of course I will.

Okay.

Oh... I'm gonna be late for my students.

When are we gonna grab some dinner?

How about tonight?

Tonight is perfect.

-Okay, call you later. -Bye.

So anyway,

this guy asks me to buy him a drink.

Did you ignore him,

or just tell him to get lost?

Yeah, I tried both, believe me,

but I couldn't get rid of him,

and then he literally asks me,

what's a nice girl like me doing in a place like this?

Oh, but that's when you walk away.

-Exactly. -Oh, my God.

-It's so bad... -Where did you get that?

Oh, the locket?

It's gorgeous.

It was my mother's.

My father gave it to her.

It reminds me of them,

so I never take it off.

Oh, hey.

Now, this is a table that any man in this place

would be happy to be invited to sit at.

Speaking of bad pick-up lines--

I don't believe I've had the pleasure.

See what I mean?

Fincher Garland, Professor Pam Finan.

Ah, an honor.

Professor of...?

Criminal Law at Atlanta State Law school.

But just please call me Pam.

All right.

So, are you working, or are you just trolling?

I came to watch the ball game at the bar,

and I saw you young ladies sitting here,

so I came over--

Is that artichoke dip? I love artichoke dip.

Please, Finch, dig in.

Just one of his endearing qualities.

Very.

Were you two married

in a previous life?

In a manner of speaking.

Work spouses.

Fincher was my investigator

at the D.A.'s office.

I taught her everything she knows.

Modesty is another one of his endearing qualities.

I can see that.

Pam?

Uh...

I thought I saw someone.

Excuse me one second.

Can you go check it out?

I'm on it.

Did you get a look at him?

Yeah, dark-haired dude,

with a beard.

He was in a real hurry to get out of here.

I lost him.

Hey. I'm okay.

You're scared.

No, I'm...

I'm not even sure it was him.

Him who?

Uh... a guy that I dated.

It didn't end well.

Didn't end well how?

When I broke up with him, he started...

Stalking you?

No. No, don't call it that.

Well, if he's following you, that's what it is.

Have you seen him anywhere else?

Just on campus.

Please, guys, I don't think it's anything.

You don't want to take that chance.

You need to let the police know.

I will.

I will. Tomorrow.

Let's get you home.

Thanks.

Is she okay?

Define okay.

Her parents died in a car crash

two months ago,

and now this.

Pam's being stalked?

That's what she told me.

But she didn't say by whom?

Well, there was a guy.

Fincher went after him but lost him.

And Pam said..?

She downplayed it.

Like it wasn't exactly her ex,

but just someone who looked like him.

Well, trauma can make you see things that aren't there.

Tell me about it.

Something you wanna tell me?

Not really.

But you're going to.

[sighs]

Okay, so, um...

Jonas was taking me to dinner the other night,

and we were walking to the restaurant,

and we were about to turn the corner,

and I just...

I couldn't.

Do you know why?

It was the same alley Will was murdered in.

Have you been there since he was murdered?

No, I've tried to avoid it.

It makes sense that it would trigger a reaction like that.

That's not all it triggered.

The nightmares are back.

About Will?

Like when we were in our Master's program together?

The same.

And before the other night,

when was the last time you had one?

Long enough ago that I can't remember.

But they're just as vivid,

like they never stopped.

But they did stop,

for a significant period of time.

Did you tell Jonas?

No.

Do you think you should?

I don't want him to worry about me.

Well, maybe you ought to let yourself

be worried about for a change, hmm?

I mean, I think he deserves to know.

[jaunty knock on door]

That's him.

So I finally

get to meet him?

Okay, I have two words for you, "be-have".

-Hey. -Hey.

Am I interrupting something?

No, Sabrina was just leaving.

This is the famous Sabrina?

-A pleasure to meet you. -The pleasure's all mine.

I understand you've known Hailey

for a while?

I bet you could tell me some stories.

Oh, I bet you I could.

But she won't.

Not yet, anyway.

Well, I'll let you two enjoy your workout.

I'll see you tomorrow.

It was nice to meet you.

Same here.

Bye, Sabrina.

-See ya. -Bye.

Feeling any better today?

Much.

There's something I want to talk to you about.

About..?

The other night.

Hailey, I am so sorry.

I never would have brought you there

had I known.

I know you wouldn't have,

and the last thing you need to do is apologize.

Did I even say goodnight to you that night?

[chuckles] Not only did you say goodnight,

but you also told me

to wish my parents well on their trip to China.

Hmm.

You were exhausted,

but at least now I understand why.

I should've told you instead of making excuses.

A guy with a weaker ego

might've thought you were losing interest.

Well, as a mental health professional,

I am happy to declare

that your ego is appropriately

and unquestionably intact.

Well, I'd reserve judgment

until after you see me try what we're about to do.

I will.

[laughs]

[sighing] Okay...

And keep inhaling through your nose...

I think I got the hang of this. Look.

[chuckles]

How am I doing?

[whispering] You're doing great.

Thank you.

And let's slowly transition into Warrior 2,

keeping your core engaged...

Oh, yeah. I got this, I got this.

[whispering] You're facing the wrong way.

What?

You're facing the wrong way.

Should I turn around?

It's okay,

you're facing me, that's really sweet.

I like facing you.

I find that there are two kinds of people

in these situations.

Those who don't care and those who do,

and I can already tell

that you are one of the latter.

I might care a little too much.

You left out those who feel overwhelmed.

[laughs] Well, that pretty much encompasses

everybody in both categories.

I need the breakfront with the crystal inside.

Anyway, I can assure you,

there isn't a client that hires me

that isn't overwhelmed--

Oh!

Present company included.

I don't even know where to start.

Oh...

I know how difficult this is.

There is a treasure trove of memories here.

If it helps any,

your parents left you with an exquisite collection,

and my job is to help you through it,

not to rush you.

So decide what you want to keep,

and I will take care of the rest.

Oh, I need the French Provincial sofa

when you're done there.

I'm sorry.

No, don't apologize.

And don't suppress it, just...

let it out.

Thanks for being here.

Don't thank me,

thank Doris.

She's the real deal.

So, how are we doing?

Everything okay?

We will be.

Um, so, how does this work,

after she decides what she wants?

Well, I will put together a preview book,

which we send to a select group of bidders.

Bidders?

It's like a silent charity auction.

There are a number of ways that we could handle this,

but what I would suggest in your case

is a one-day liquidation event,

invitation only,

RSVP required.

You can sell all of this in one day?

Oh, the bidders on my list are like vultures.

There's not a thing here they wouldn't want.

[doorbell rings]

I can get that.

Oh, no, you and Doris have a lot to talk about.

-I'll get it. -Okay.

I'm so sorry, honey...

Can I help you?

Is Pam here?

-Yes, and you are..? -Ryan.

I'm Pam's realtor and friend.

Nice to meet you, Ryan. I'm Pam's friend Hailey.

No doubt the Hailey I keep hearing about.

She told me all about you.

Has she?

I haven't told her everything.

Hey.

Clearly, Pam's been holding out on me.

[Doris calls]: Is that your realtor in there?

I need to talk to him.

Of course she does.

She's harmless.

Mr. King,

I have totally blanked

on when you're holding your open house.

Tuesday and Friday for the brokers,

and Sunday for buyers.

Then I will hold my event on Monday,

and move whatever Pam wants to sell

out of here on Tuesday.

Only if there's offers, please.

I don't want to show the house when it's empty.

Well, of course,

but it's such a beautiful property

in pristine condition.

I'm sure you'll have multiple offers

at the open house,

assuming you price it right.

I'm sorry for being so thin-skinned.

Doris can be a little...

Uh...

Challenging?

Y-yeah.

Yeah, she does have that reputation,

but I'm told she's the best.

I'm sorry, I have a closing at 2:00.

Will I see you tonight?

Absolutely.

It was very nice to meet you.

I'm sure we'll see each other again.

You too.

Hey, what about Friday night?

I mean, we're going to dinner already.

Maybe Hailey and Jonas could join us.

We don't want to interrupt.

No, you're not interrupting anything, really.

Right?

Of course not. It'd be a blast.

I'll make a reservation.

And you better bring your "A" game

because she'll grill you like a well-done Porterhouse.

[chuckles] Just like I like it.

I'll call you later.

-Bye. -Bye.

See? He's great, right?

A well-done Porterhouse?

[laughing]

Yeah, exactly!

Exactly.

So I tell the waiter I want chocolate ice cream

with pineapple.

And he says, "Nyet.

Don't have."

That's ridiculous.

So I point to the menu, and I say,

"You have chocolate ice cream, right?"

[imitating Russian waiter] "Yes."

And I point to the pineapple,

"You have pineapple?"

[all imitating Russian waiter] "Yes."

I say, "Great, I will have the pineapple

and the chocolate ice cream."

He says, "Nyet. Don't have."

[laughing]

So now I'm just like,

"Fine! Just give me an order of pineapple

and give me an order of chocolate ice cream."

He nods,

and he shuffles away.

And shuffled back with the goods?

Yup.

And as soon as he left,

I dumped the pineapple onto the chocolate ice cream--

[laughter]

I have not seen you laugh like this in so long.

Whoa, whoa,

eat that in your condition,

and we're gonna be Heimlich-ing you.

Okay.

Can I interest anyone in dessert?

Do you have chocolate ice cream and pineapple--

[laughing]

Give us a moment, please.

So, Pam never told me how you two know each other.

Well...

Hailey is the best guest lecturer

I ever brought into my criminal law class.

What kind of law do you practice?

I'm a recovering lawyer.

You're not from around here, are you?

No, I landed four years ago from Durham.

Uh... what did I miss?

Hailey was Special Prosecutor

for the District Attorney's office.

Ah...

a local celebrity.

Hardly.

I think I'm gonna need a vacation after this.

You needed one before.

Thank you, that reminds me.

Uh... I brought you something.

Oh.

Aruba?

Next Monday?

After the open house.

If you're up for it.

[gasping] Wow.

I'm going to get this.

I'll go with you.

So...

What do you think?

Can you take off that much time

in the middle of the semester?

Well, I'm only teaching two classes,

and half the department owes me a favor.

Oh, no, you don't like him.

How can you not like him?

No, I like him.

I just, I don't know

if you want me to talk you into it or out of it.

You barely know him.

I know, but he's nice.

And being with him is helping ease the pain.

Maybe a little fun is what I need.

She's been through so much.

She really needs a break.

Oh, I know, and I think it's a great gesture,

but what about selling her parents' place

and all that?

I'm not worried about it.

I'm worried about her.

She needs this.

He's a nice guy, right?

Seemed like it.

And he sounded sincere.

So you think she should go with him?

[sighs]

I think life can be short,

and we all deserve to be happy.

It's hard to argue with that.

Thanks again for opening up to me about Will.

I know it must have been difficult for you.

I just don't want you to have to live in my past.

You shouldn't be with anyone who won't accept your baggage.

And we wouldn't be human if we didn't have any.

Good night.

Okay.

Please, if you hear from her, call me right away.

Thanks.

What's wrong?

Have you spoken to Pam Finan?

I left a voicemail for her last night,

I haven't heard back. Why?

She missed an appointment with me this morning

but never called.

Oh, don't panic, Sabrina, she's--

A Swiss watch.

She's never even canceled an appointment.

And in four hours, her plane takes off for Aruba.

If it were me, I would be obsessing

over which bathing suits actually fit.

[chuckles]

Yeah, I'm sure you're right.

It's just not like her,

and after she told you

about being followed--

Okay, I don't have any patients scheduled this morning,

so I will run by her house and make sure she's safe.

That is, if I can get there

before they leave for the airport.

Thanks.

Worrywart.

[chuckles]

She's almost never late, but she's worth waiting for.

Ryan, what happened?

Uh...

She's gone.

What do you mean, gone?

As in, took off.

Gone.

"Dear Ryan,

"Hailey was right, it's too soon.

"I'm sorry.

"Please don't be mad.

"This isn't because of anything you did,

"it's because of me.

"I just need to get away

"and grieve for my parents alone.

Pam"

Even if she came back right now,

we still wouldn't make the plane.

And not a phone call?

I tried her cell, like, a dozen times,

it went right to voicemail.

Has she ever done anything like this before?

Not that I know of, never to me.

Did you check the house?

Inside and out.

Inside?

She keeps an emergency key outside,

just in case.

It's immaculate.

That's a surprise?

Well, she's not very neat.

Don't get me wrong, she's not a slob,

but she kind of likes that lived-in look.

I'm familiar with that one.

When I pack for a trip,

my place looks like a hurricane when I leave.

I spoke to her yesterday,

and she said she was all packed.

Maybe she... got a cleaning person?

Yeah, I know she was looking for one.

I guess she could have picked up before she left.

Well, is that something she wouldn't do?

You know, she's been through a rough patch.

Maybe she wanted to come home to some order.

If she didn't wanna go, why couldn't she have just told me?

I'm sorry for venting.

No apology necessary.

In fact, I feel like I owe you one.

You mean for advising her

maybe she and I were moving too fast?

Yeah, she told me.

It's nothing personal.

No, you're a good friend.

She knew you'd understand if she went away with me.

It's not your fault.

Or yours.

She's an adult.

What she did is far from okay.

[sighs]

I don't know what I'm going to do.

Isn't Doris moving the furniture

out of Pam's parents' house today?

Yes.

Gentle, gentle,

that is very expensive pottery in that crate.

Oh, Hailey.

-Bryan... -Ryan.

It's... it's Ryan.

Ah-ah-ah!

That is a $25,000 piece of furniture.

Treat it like you are carrying your mother.

I am so sorry.

Ryan.

Now, aren't you and Pam

supposed to be on a plane to Mexico?

To Aruba.

She didn't show.

[gasps]

Oh, you poor guy.

Oh, you must be devastated--

Have you seen or heard from her?

Not since she gave me the keys to the house last night.

What happened?

Did you two have some kind of argument?

No, we didn't have an argument.

We'll get out of your way,

but if you do hear from her,

please just give us a call.

Oh, you bet I will.

And young man,

you want some advice?

Man up and move on.

[chuckles mirthlessly]

No!

No, no, no, no--

She should keep her advice to herself.

Don't let her get to you.

She can't help it.

Maybe she's right.

I should just man up and move on.

Don't throw in the towel yet.

You know,

even though what she did was totally unacceptable,

I hope she's okay.

I know.

Whoever hears from her first calls the other one.

Deal?

If we hear from her.

We will.

Count on it.

Deal.

Thanks.

Mm-hmm.

You've got that trouble feeling.

What?

Mm-mm, don't "what?" me,

it's written all over your face.

I'm okay, really.

[chuckles]

Forgive me when I say, with love,

I don't believe you.

[scoffs]

Yeah. That's the problem.

You know me too well.

You know, you work together with someone

for over a decade,

and that'll happen to almost anybody.

Sabrina's right.

Pam taking off like this, it just doesn't track.

She just lost her parents in a wreck

two months ago,

That's enough to throw anybody off track.

Even so, I've known Pam long enough to know

that she would not do something like this.

Maybe you should consider this whole situation

is exactly what Pam said it was in the note she left.

Maybe.

And how about the boyfriend?

He seems okay.

That's not exactly a ringing endorsement.

[cell phone vibrates]

Something I said?

808?

Hawaii?

Hello?

Hailey?

Pam! Hold on...

Pam, I'm here with Fincher.

Hi, Fincher. Where are you guys?

We're down by the river. Are you in Hawaii?

Yeah, my parents' condo in Honolulu.

[whoosh of jet engines]

Is it at the end of a runway?

Sorry, the planes-- they fly right by here.

It's in Waikiki.

Well, wherever you are,

I'm just glad to hear your voice.

Ryan's really upset.

I can't believe he called you.

He didn't. I went by your house,

and he was waiting there for you.

He showed me your note.

I can't explain it,

I think I had something like a panic attack,

and I knew I couldn't go away with Ryan,

but I had to get away.

Can you please just tell him that I'm sorry?

I'm not going to tell him anything,

You need to call him yourself.

I'm not cleaning up your mess.

I understand, and I will when I... when I'm ready, okay?

I'm okay. Really.

Look, I've gotta go.

Wait, Pam, where's your cell phone?

Hailey, I'm okay.

Love you.

[call disconnects]

Don't you think you were a little tough on her?

I wanted to see how she'd react.

Well, you know what, you're right.

She didn't sound like

the woman I met at Chesley's the other night.

She kept insisting that she was okay.

Yeah, that's the problem.

I never asked her if she was okay.

And that makes you think she's in trouble?

It wasn't what she said, but the way she said it.

Like a robot.

I can think of any number of alternative explanations.

Like?

Oh, I don't know, she's, um...

she's on the beach,

waves crashing on the shoreline,

soaking in the sun--

I didn't hear waves

crashing on the shoreline.

I heard engines.

Are you going to take this seriously, Danny?

Yeah, sorry.

Did you check the cell phone

your friend called you from?

It's registered to her father,

at the condo they have in Honolulu.

You know I love you like a sister,

but if I came to you with that story,

said I wanted to report a missing person?

[sighs] I would tell you

that ditching her boyfriend

and running away

isn't evidence she's gone missing.

Get me something I can work with.

I understand that they have a pre-approval letter,

but I have an all-cash deal

on the table--

I've gotta call you back, someone just came in.

Thanks.

Sorry.

Oh, no worries.

Have you talked to Pam?

I did, an hour ago.

I would've called you,

but I'm trying to rescue a deal

that's on life support.

That's okay. What did she say?

She totally apologized,

and she said you hit her with some tough love.

She needed an earful.

Did she say anything else?

Just that she'd explain everything

when she gets back.

You came all the way across town for this?

No.

Uh... I was wondering

if you still had the key to Pam's house?

I put it back where she hides it.

Please don't take this personal,

and it's not that I don't trust you, but--

No, it's okay,

you're just being protective.

I loaned her a necklace a couple of weeks ago,

and I just need it for an event tomorrow night.

I think she'd be okay if I told you where the key is.

[♪♪♪]

When you asked me out tonight,

I was 99% sure

that breaking and entering wasn't part of the plan.

It's not breaking and entering

if you have a key,

and you're a close friend,

and you're not gonna steal anything.

Yeah, I'm sure that's written

into the Georgia Penal Code.

Jonas.

What, this is your idea of a stealth operation?

You know, turning the lights on and all

seems counter-intuitive.

Think of it as hiding in plain sight.

Oh, I'm sorry,

it's just that I'm new to this whole felon thing.

Felons don't light up the houses

they're burglarizing.

Oh, and since we're not burglars,

according to your interpretation of the law,

we're good either way?

Exactly. We'll be fine.

Trust me.

I was afraid you'd say that.

Just stick to what we planned.

You mean to what you planned?

That's exactly what I mean.

Thank you.

[♪♪♪]

You know this isn't what I do for a living, right?

But you did take a course.

I also went to med school,

but I wouldn't do a heart transplant.

What?

Am I crazy,

or does that look like blood?

Well, you are kind of crazy,

but I can barely see that.

No, it's got, like, a tail going off of it?

Hmm, maybe.

But let's bag it,

and we'll take it to the lab

just to be sure.

I knew I brought you for a reason.

Did you get the bedroom?

I thought you were getting the bedroom.

[♪♪♪]

Jonas...

Are you sure?

She had it on

the night the four of us went to dinner.

I don't remember seeing it.

Maybe she left it here

because she was afraid she'd lose it.

No, she told me point-blank

that she's never taken it off.

She dn't leave the house without it.

Something's happened to her.

Let's just get out of here.

Atlanta Police! Show us your hands!

Hands! Now!

Don't shoot! We are not armed!

We're not burglars.

Oh--

[wincing]

Thanks.

[door slams]

I never meant for this to happen.

Well, some things are meant to happen.

They never put two prisoners

in the back of one car.

You think we're getting special treatment,

because of who you are and all.

Are you always funny in situations like this?

I've never been in a situation like this.

I could lose my job,

my medical license.

I promise you,

you're not gonna lose anything.

[footsteps approach]

Let's go.

Oh, great.

Really?

You expect the law to treat you differently than anyone else?

Well, first you have to break the law,

which we didn't.

We have evidence in our office that you did.

[camera shutter clicking]

And you...

The D.A. himself asked me to come down here personally,

because he never thought he'd live to see the day.

Me neither.

[laughing]

You guys...

[laughing]

Okay, so this is a joke. That is not funny!

Yes, it is. [shutter clicking]

It's not funny-- Stop with the pictures!

[laughing] Smile!

Danny... cut 'em loose.

[Fincher]: This is my Christmas card, right here.

Don't take your time.

-Get these cuffs off of me. -Leave 'em on, leave 'em on...

Scout's honor, I had nothing to do with it.

But you wish you did.

Guilty.

Chain of custody?

Intact.

Got it directly from the cops

who brought you in.

Any idea who called 911 on them?

A neighbor saw two suspicious people

entering the house.

Yeah, 'cause every burglar turns on the lights

after they break in--

Hailey, do you want to show him the speck?

-Speck of what? -Blood, possibly.

So, my friend, Pam,

is very put together,

but her house is usually a hot mess.

We get there, and it's immaculate.

Except for this.

Tail...

Looks like low-velocity cast-off.

And no other blood visible?

Our methods were somewhat rudimentary.

We've made cases based on less evidence than this.

We don't know what this is yet.

Danny, I really think Pam's been kidnapped.

She didn't sound like herself on the phone,

and she would not leave the house,

or skip town without this locket.

And if that's blood,

her blood?

That seals it.

I'm gonna get this stuff booked into evidence

and down to the lab.

Okay, we're gonna check this out,

and we'll let you know what we find.

-Goodnight. -All right.

Thanks for having my back tonight.

Sometimes, the wrong method results in the right solution.

I don't think it was the wrong--

I've never had a gun pointed at me until tonight.

It's not something I want to experience again.

I'm... really sorry, Jonas.

It's not your fault.

It's mine.

I should have said no.

I'll give you a call

after we get the DNA back on that speck,

if it's blood.

Thank you.

[♪♪♪]

You know, Jonas isn't wrong.

This whole thing could have gone sideways.

I might actually be able to understand you

if you weren't eating, walking, and talking

at the same time.

[chuckles]

Which one of the above do you want me to stop?

Never mind.

Am I losing my mind on this?

Let's just say I'm not sure

that there's a method to your temporary madness.

Well, then help me out.

Can you get me Pam's cell phone records?

[chuckles] Can you get me a warrant?

Fincher...

Hey, friends don't let friends

violate other friends' privacy unnecessarily.

I don't need to know who she's called,

just where the cell phone's been

for the last few days.

Come on, Fincher,

you know that my feelings

have served us both pretty well

back in the D.A.'s office.

You know, when they were always spot on,

by your own admission.

You are gonna throw that in my face

till the day I retire, aren't you?

Maybe even after you retire.

I can do this if-- and only if-- you can tell me

where that cell phone was supposed to be,

and I can verify whether it was there or not.

Deal?

Deal. [cell phone ringing]

It's Danny.

Hey, what's up?

Yeah, we'll be right there.

Fincher needs to finish his sandwich.

[mumbling] Nothing wrong with that.

[police dispatch radio squawks]

Ryan was crossing the street

when a white pick-up took him out.

How bad?

He's conscious,

and he was lucid enough

to tell the first cops on the scene what happened.

Who then called Danny,

because it might not have been an accident.

There's no "might" about it.

Ryan tried to get out of the way,

but the pick-up went right for him.

I was just going to grab a sandwich,

and I hear the guy's engine rev,

and I tried to run,

but he turned

and he just clipped me anyway.

You said "he."

The driver's a guy?

I'm pretty sure.

I think I saw his face.

He had dark hair.

Some sort of baseball cap.

And a beard?

That sounds like the guy Pam saw at Chesley's.

And the truck?

White.

Hailey?

Amanda...

Hey...

Hey...

I thought that was you.

Are you down here delivering a baby?

I am now working in the E.R. and ICU.

Wow, that's a change.

I needed it,

after everything that happened.

He a friend?

My friend's boyfriend.

I know you can't tell me anything.

Hmm, I can if a crime is involved,

and you're working with Detective Morgan.

Well, he was hit by a truck, and we think it's on purpose.

Well, he's lucky.

The head CT scan came back negative,

no broken bones or internal injuries.

Just lacerations and abrasions.

He'll be sore for a week, but, uh, he'll be okay.

I mean, I don't know why someone would wanna hurt me.

You sure nobody has it in for you?

Real estate deal gone bad or something?

There's always one or two of those,

nothing to kill me over.

-Detective Morgan. -Nurse Stone.

When am I getting out of here?

Just a few more hours.

The docs wanna keep an eye on you just in case.

Did Pam ever mention

any of her past boyfriends to you?

I made the mistake of asking her once.

She didn't wanna talk about them,

and the way she didn't wanna talk about them,

I knew never to bring that up again.

thing you wanna tell me?

What was all that about Pam's love life?

She told me and Fincher

that one of her ex-boyfriends might have been following her.

She give you a name?

If I had one, I would tell you.

Well, is there someone you can ask?

You know I can't tell you anything.

Sabrina, you were convinced Pam was in trouble

before I was.

I know, but I still can't breach confidentiality

without reasonable certainty.

Pam is missing,

someone tried to kill her boyfriend

of three weeks,

and you know someone's been following her.

Are the police investigating?

It was a hit-and-run, of course they're investigating.

I mean, is Pam a missing person?

Yes and no.

Hailey!

Not officially, no.

Believe me, I want to help.

Well, then help. Don't make me work so hard.

Don't put me in this position.

I'm her therapist.

Have you ever considered that maybe she tells me things

that she would be uncomfortable sharing with you?

Then tell me without telling me.

[sighs]

Let me put it this way.

Sometimes, things are just as they seem.

Meaning she thinks Pam just freaked out,

took off on Ryan,

and is exactly where she says she is.

She's not where she says she is.

Yeah.

Three? That's it?

Those are the only boyfriends of Pam's that I met.

Any of them white guys with a white pick-up truck,

dark hair, beard, and a baseball cap?

Because that's half the state of Georgia.

Two of our three witnesses say

it was an Atlanta State baseball cap.

Well, the guy Pam saw at Chesley's

was a white guy with a beard and dark hair.

Great, that... that narrows it down.

It may.

She teaches criminal procedure at Atlanta State law school.

She ever have any trouble with anyone there?

Not that she ever told me.

M.E.'s lab's confirmed

the speck on that vase you brought in.

It's human blood.

They're expediting the DNA.

[typing]

Hi.

Hi.

The police said you had news,

from our... expedition.

Yes, the lab got a full DNA profile.

Did they have time to run the hairbrush?

The DNA's a match to the blood on the vase.

Oh.

So it has to be Pam's.

That would seem likely,

yes.

Is that all?

No, there's a second DNA profile from the hairbrush,

and it's male,

so I'll need a swab from her boyfriend, Ryan,

to confirm the blood's not his.

I'll let him know.

I have a better idea.

Why don't you give me his number?

He'll be more comfortable if I do it myself.

Jonas...

Please, I would never intentionally put you

in harm's way.

I know it wasn't intentional, I just...

I don't think you considered all the possible consequences.

You're right,

and that was a terrible mistake on my part.

No excuse.

I'll be okay.

Just give me some time?

[Fincher]: He's a good guy, Jonas.

Now, this is none of my business.

That never stopped you before.

You neither.

Touché.

Hit me.

Look, whether it's Jonas or someone else,

Will would want you to move on and be happy.

You didn't know him.

I didn't have to.

You've spent more than a decade

avenging his murder.

Wherever he is, he knows that.

And I'm betting

that he'd say you don't have to do it anymore.

Hmm?

And that Fincher's always right.

Fincher's always right.

That's right.

[police dispatch radio squawks]

Pam's place has given us nothing so far.

Crime Scene came up empty?

They're luma-lighting every room,

and lifting whatever prints they can find.

And the blood on the vase?

Hailey, Pam could've cut her finger

and walked by the vase,

and it would look like spatter.

Monty just sent me surveillance video

of Ryan's hit-and-split.

She said they couldn't get a clean read on the plates.

-Went down just like Ryan said. -Hold on.

What?

That truck, I've seen it before.

Of course you have,

they're a dime a dozen around here.

No, I've seen that truck before,

in Pam's driveway,

with those same truck racks.

Do you know who it belongs to?

I think so.

Which one?

I said I knew the block,

not the house.

There's a white pick-up right there.

Oh, yeah.

[siren whoops]

Stay in the car, Hailey! Stay in the car!

Hey! Stop running!

Police!

Hey, man!

You're making me run!

Hands behind your back!

Hands behind your back now!

Behind your back!

You didn't hear us saying "Police"?

Hailey, stay back.

Lance Hunter?

Hailey Dean?

Yeah, I know this guy.

This is the guy I chased outta Chesley's four nights ago.

Let's go.

[breathlessly] How did you catch us?

In heels?

I'm fast.

I'm getting slow in my old age.

You know this guy,

and you didn't recognize him

the other night at Chesley's?

Well, I just saw the hair and the beard.

If I recognized him, I would've said something.

And Pam never said a bad word about him?

No.

But she never told me why she dumped him.

Maybe because

he was stalking and harassing her.

What?

She swore out a protection order

against him three months ago.

I don't believe it.

Any reason that she wouldn't have told us this

the other night?

Knowing Pam,

she just didn't want to get him in trouble.

I think you two better get in there

and get Lance Hunter talking.

Actually, I'm thinking

since you and Mr. Hunter know each other,

you might get more out of him.

Care to join me?

Don't mind if I do.

He's in trouble now.

Hailey Dean.

I thought you took yourself away from all this.

People like you keep pulling me back in.

Well, maybe one of you can tell me

what I'm even doing here.

You violated the protection order

Pam Finan took out on you.

And when exactly was that?

Four nights ago at Chesley's.

You know, when Pam saw you,

and then you ran out of there like your pants were on fire?

You can't think I would mean her any harm.

I'm sure we wouldn't,

if your truck hadn't also been involved

in a vehicular assault.

That one happened today.

What are you talking about?

She's talking about

you mowing down Pam's new boyfriend

in broad daylight over in Buckhead.

We have it all on video surveillance.

I wasn't anywhere near Buckhead today.

I was in Gwinett on a drywall job.

But you see how it looks, right?

A officer of the law saw you at Chesley's,

staring at Pam in violation of your protection order,

and now her boyfriend is in the hospital

after he got hit with your truck.

The same day Pam went missing. Hmm.

Missing?

And you think that I--

Lance-- Lance, I've been vouching for you

with these detectives,

but I can't do much unless you tell me the truth.

You know how many trucks look like mine?

I didn't even know Pam had a new boyfriend,

let alone know where he'd be to run him down.

And yet, when we came for you

an hour ago,

instead of talking to us, you took off.

Because I got a warrant out on me for unpaid tickets.

Lance, honestly, you are the last guy

I expected us to have to talk to about this.

Look...

I know I was stupid.

She broke up with me, didn't tell me why,

and I went a little crazy.

Nothing violent.

Just... said some things I shouldn't have,

and drove by her house a few times.

Next thing I know,

I'm being served with that order.

But on my mother's grave, I never touched her.

And why should we believe you?

I mean, you were following her.

Okay, yeah, but I'm telling you,

I didn't take her.

I mean, yeah, I was an idiot,

but I'm not a kidnapper.

On your feet, Lance,

hands behind your back.

You're arresting me?

For the kidnapping and assault

of Pamela Finan,

and attempted murder of Ryan King.

I'll take him.

Please, tell them I wouldn't harm her.

All right...

We may not need his confession,

but it would've been nice to get one.

Yeah, he'll confess,

once he sees these.

Where?

Hidden compartment,

back-seat floor of Lance's pickup.

And that blood's going to be Pam's,

which means...

She's not in Hawaii.

When she called me,

it was from the number at her parents' condo there.

Lance must've used

one of those caller I.D. spoofing apps.

I guess that's one explanation.

But you're not convinced.

I can see that look on your face.

No, just...

there was something about Lance.

It's like he was afraid

we wouldn't believe if he told the truth

rather than a lie.

I think you need to take another run at him.

Yeah, we will.

First, we're gonna put another nail in his coffin.

Do you see anyone who looks familiar?

Take your time.

Yeah.

Number four.

You're sure?

Yes.

Number four,

please step forward.

[Fincher]: Where do you recognize him from?

He's the guy who was driving the truck.

He was driving the truck that hit me.

[Fincher]: You're absolutely sure it was number four?

Yes, I'm sure.

Can I go now?

Yeah, we'll get somebody

to drive you home.

Thank you.

Thanks for your time.

Ryan.

Hey...

I didn't know you were here.

Did Jonas call you about getting your DNA?

Yes.

He's my next stop.

Then I'm going home to pass out.

My ride.

We'll call you if we hear anything.

Okay.

Oh...

you look like you've been through it.

Monty and I went at Hunter four hours.

He's a tough nut, he wouldn't crack.

Even after you hit him with the bloody towels?

Says he has no idea where they came from.

That's when he finally lawyered up.

You need to sleep.

There's no time, we're all on standby.

Tech unit's checking

where Lance Hunter's cell phone's been,

and every cop in the metro area is looking for Pam.

And Fincher?

Something he said he had to do.

When was the last time you ate?

Breakfast of champions.

Probably my body telling me

I need guacamole.

Avocado, it's a superfood.

Maybe your body's telling you

you need a couple nights shut-eye.

That's not likely until we find your friend.

You must think I'm crazy.

Oh, I know you're crazy,

but, apparently, you were right.

You told us Pam was missing, and we didn't believe you.

You had good reason not to.

[cell phone rings]

This doesn't make sense.

I've gotta get over to Atlanta Memorial.

Okay, go, yeah, I got the check.

You sure?

Okay, thanks.

You should probably come with me.

Why?

Just... we should go.

Okay.

[monitors beeping]

Jonas...

What happened?

We're trying to find out.

Is he gonna be okay?

We don't know.

[monitors beeping steadily]

The medic said he was in the middle of an autopsy

when he collapsed and began convulsing.

Seizures?

Yeah.

Did he ever mention having epilepsy

or a seizure disorder?

No.

He's not having one now?

No.

The medics pushed diazepam--

that's an anti-seizure drug--

on the scene,

and it stopped immediately,

and hasn't started since.

So, that's a positive sign.

It is?

Less electrical activity to the brain

helps it heal.

That's why he's in a coma.

Coma?

Medically-induced,

and completely reversible.

Do they know how this happened?

The head CT's negative, that's good.

Hopefully, the lab results will give us a clue.

Does Jonas have any family nearby?

His parents,

but they're out of the country, in China.

Okay, I'm going to need to contact them.

When will we know?

Um... if he's stable for 12 hours,

the doctors will slowly bring him out of the coma.

You should get some rest.

There's nothing for you to do here--

I can make sure he's not alone.

I'm here if you need me, okay?

I know you're not too thrilled with me right now,

but you can't get rid of me that easy.

I'm not going anywhere.

[♪♪♪]

So, where did you park the car, Savannah?

We're almost there.

Give it up.

Let's go. Move it!

And the ring.

Now!

Hey, take it easy,

she'll give it to you!

[gunshot, Hailey screams]

I told you not to get me involved.

[gasps]

[monitors beeping steadily]

I'm, uh, done for the night.

I'm gonna go home,

but I wanted to see if you were okay.

You have a connection to him,

did you know?

I do?

He was the assistant medical examiner

who helped solve your mother's murder.

I didn't know that.

I'm happy that I could be there for you and him.

Call me

if you need anything?

Do you remember,

in one of our sessions, you said, um...

that I deserve to be loved.

Just remember that you deserve to be loved, too.

What happened?

They found something in the lab.

Something like what?

It's called Gelsemine.

It has the same reaction on the nervous system

as Strychnine.

Strychnine?

Rat poison?

How?

Crime scene is going over Jonas's office

to see if there's any evidence he was poisoned there.

I doubt this happened at work.

You're going to need to retrace his steps.

That's gonna be tough

until-- and if-- the doctors can wake him up,

which we'll know shortly.

This isn't a coincidence.

With what?

Pam's disappearance.

Lance Hunter's in custody.

The only way he could've poisoned Jonas

is if he had an accomplice do it.

No, it isn't Lance.

I mean, whoever...

has her

went to a lot of trouble to make us think it is.

Hailey...

Jonas doesn't even have a body

he's examining right now.

What could he possibly know about Pam

that would make someone want to poison him?

Something Pam's kidnapper couldn't risk being revealed.

Like what?

I don't know,

but unless he can tell us, we may never find her.

He's off the respirator now

and breathing on his own.

He should wake up soon.

That's amazing.

Sit tight. I'll be right back.

Hey, you were right.

Crime Scene found no evidence

Jonas was poisoned in his home, office, or car.

Then he's going to have to tell us.

Jonas...

Hey, gorgeous.

You're a sight for sore eyes.

Welcome back.

It's so nice to see you.

How long was I out?

22 hours and 36 minutes.

Why is there a police officer out there?

We need to tell you something,

and it's not pretty.

[chuckles]

You mean, like somebody tried to kill me?

Really?

How?

You were poisoned.

Wow.

Do we know with what?

Gelsemine.

Derived from Gelsemium sempervirens,

known locally as Yellow Jasmine,

which is also

the state flower of South Carolina,

and Strychnine's evil cousin.

What?

I'm supposed to know this stuff.

Then maybe you can tell us how this could've happened,

because we went through your office,

your work space,

even your house,

and we didn't find anything.

It has to be the coffee.

Someone put it in your coffee?

Spilled a cup on me

outside the coffee place by my office.

When was this?

An hour or two

before I started feeling sick.

And Gelsemine is absorbable through the skin.

That's the only way this could've possibly happened.

Please tell us you can describe

this person who doused you.

Oh, I wish.

The only thing I can remember is a fast limp and a raincoat.

Who wears a raincoat

when there's no rain in the forecast?

Someone who didn't wanna get poison all over himself,

that's who.

Well, that rules out Lance Hunter.

He was in custody when Jonas was poisoned.

Still doesn't clear him of kidnapping Pam.

I just don't buy it.

He'd have to run down Ryan King

and then come up with a sophisticated plan

to poison Jonas.

It's just not who he is.

And Hunter doesn't walk with a limp either.

Excuse me.

This couldn't wait?

I'm in the middle of a closing.

Sorry to bother you, Mr. King,

but we just need you to take one more crack

at this photo array.

Lance Hunter,

the guy that drove the truck that hit me,

just like I told you twice before.

Ryan, are you okay?

Of course I'm okay.

You seem a little... stressed.

I'm sorry, I'm in the middle of a huge deal.

And you want it to go well,

that's understandable.

I didn't mean to be harsh.

It's okay.

Thank you.

Hey, Ryan,

I'm sorry, I never asked,

how are you feeling after your mishap?

My leg's a little sore,

but, uh, other than that, I feel a lot better.

Well, I hope it heals real soon.

Thank you.

Mm-hmm.

Ryan was totally cooperative

when he came down to give his sample.

We even had a few laughs.

Mostly at your expense.

What does that mean, exactly?

He was impressed with your tenacity.

Hailey saw him limping

in his office an hour ago.

Yeah, well, I can tell you he didn't limp

when he walked out of our building

before the accident.

Wait, you saw him leave?

Yeah, I was going to finish some paperwork,

then I decided to go home.

When I got outside,

I ran into him by his truck.

What kind of truck?

A white pick-up.

Does that matter?

We never told Jonas about a white pick-up.

We never had any reason to.

Ryan didn't think anyone would see him

getting into that truck,

and when Jonas did, he poisoned him

to keep him from telling us.

Great.

Now all we have to do is prove it.

I think I know where to start.

[knocking]

Hi.

I'm a friend of Pam Finan's.

Can I ask you a couple questions about her?

S-sure, come on in.

Thank you.

The Finans don't live here anymore.

That's what's so strange.

I didn't know that Pam was selling the house.

Oh, dear, didn't you hear?

Her parents died.

I know.

Horrible.

But last I heard, Pam was going to move in here,

into her parents' place.

Well, apparently, she changed her mind

because she was pretty hot to sell.

Did she tell you that?

No, we never actually met,

but her realtor said that she wanted to close

as soon as possible.

Oh.

That's news to me.

Did the realtor tell you why she was in such a rush?

Financial issues out of town.

Apparently, she really needed the money,

the poor thing.

And you were able to move in here so fast?

Well, we didn't have much choice.

Ryan King-- that's Ms. Finan's realtor--

said that if we weren't willing to take possession immediately,

he had another all-cash offer waiting.

And Ryan was able to close in two weeks,

which was amazing.

So amazing, it's hard to believe.

I think this is the longest we've been together

where you didn't say a word.

Thanks for the lift.

I'm glad you actually asked for one.

As opposed to what?

Well, I don't know,

you snooping around with no back-up?

Oh, yeah, just in case

I encountered some rogue high-end homeowners?

And if you show up alone,

and Ryan suddenly appears,

and asks you what you're doing there?

I can handle Ryan.

Which Ryan are we talking about?

The harmless realtor or the kidnapper?

Yeah, that makes me feel a lot better.

We are the ones

who should be handling this case.

And you are.

Yes, but we're also having to handle you.

Danny...

as I recall,

if not for me bringing you this case,

there wouldn't be one.

Okay.

Let's map this out.

Ryan, like any decent real estate agent,

is out trolling for sellers, right?

He signs Pam up, woos her,

and then suddenly turns to the dark side?

I don't think it's that simple.

Well, you better make it that simple

before you try selling any of this to Quinn,

or his head's gonna explode.

This case is giving me a headache.

Just stay with me.

Ryan had access, opportunity,

and three million bucks worth of motive

to make Pam disappear.

King sold and closed on Pam's parents' house

in just two weeks from start to finish.

Who does that?

Someone who's in a rush, I get it,

but that's not unheard of.

But it means

that Ryan was already trying to sell the house

before Pam even hired him.

Who does that?

But how does Pam sign her life away

if she's not at the closing?

Electronic signature, on a cell phone.

That's how they do it now.

We think Ryan has Pam stashed somewhere

so he could force her to sign all the documents,

probably with a gun to her head.

And after he gets his three million bucks

from selling the house, Pam's expendable.

Why does he even need her in the first place?

Because of us.

Pam's Ryan's insurance policy.

He needed her alive

so she could call and tell me that she's okay.

He also needs her alive

until that money hits his account.

And Lance Hunter?

He's Ryan's other insurance policy,

to throw us off.

Ryan went to a lot of trouble to frame Lance,

and it almost worked.

You sure about all this?

[Monty]: I think what I'm about to show you

will erase any doubt.

Where Ryan gets hit?

We've seen this already.

No, you only saw this,

the moment that Ryan gets hit by the truck.

That was what was originally sent to us.

Now, here is 30 seconds before Ryan gets hit.

Wait for it...

No, he's waiting for it.

[Monty]: Yeah.

The whole thing's a set-up.

Ryan could've paid someone to drive that truck.

We've gotta find him and Pam.

Pick him up.

"Listen, Missy,

you just better mind your own business,"

and let me tell you, if looks could kill--

Excuse me.

So then I turned to her, and I said--

Sorry, could I just ask you a question

real quick?

Let me put you on hold.

I mean, some people...

Hi. We're looking for Ryan King.

Do you know how we could get in touch with him?

And you are the... FBI?

Oh.

You're looking for him, too?

"Too"?

Does somebody else want him?

Yeah.

The big boss is looking for him.

Now,

I'm certainly no Chatty-Cathy, okay,

that's just not me,

but Ryan had a really big sale,

and then the money just, poof!

Disappeared into an escrow account?

So, you mean

the seller and your agency

haven't been paid yet?

That's exactly what I mean.

When did you last see Ryan?

Sir, let me explain something to you,

I do not concern myself

with the comings and goings

of other people,

that's just simply none of my business,

but while we're on the subject,

why are you here?

What did Ryan do?

Oh, well, uh, if you hear from him,

give us a call, okay?

Mm-hmm...

Leslie, you know I'm not one to gossip,

but guess who's here?

The police.

Pam's on borrowed time.

Yeah, if Ryan hasn't already killed her.

He's not going to do that

until the money's in his account.

We need to try

and stop that from happening while we look for Ryan.

We're not gonna find Ryan King.

We're not gonna find him?

How do you know?

Pretty sure Ryan King's not his real name.

Pretty sure?

Based on what?

Something he said before Pam disappeared,

that he came here four years ago from Durham.

So I looked to see

if I could find anything on him in Durham.

I couldn't, but I did find this.

Do you think this is Ryan?

Or whatever he called himself back then.

It's the same M.O., boss.

30-something woman inherits a fortune,

a few months later, she and the money disappear.

And this happened four years ago.

And she's not the only one.

A woman in Cincinnati three years ago,

Boston two years ago, and Denver last year.

[cell phone vibrates]

And no sign of the victims?

Excuse me.

None of these women have ever been found,

and all are presumed dead.

So he's a high-stakes grifter,

and killer.

How does he find his marks?

Easy enough to check the obits from around the country.

Exactly. He does his homework,

gets as close as he can,

just like he did with Pam,

and then he moves in for the kill, literally.

All that makes sense.

But why frame Lance Hunter?

Because after we became involved in Pam's disappearance,

Ryan needed to make sure

that we ruled him out as a suspect.

So he asks Pam to tell him

about her past boyfriends,

he runs a background check on Hunter,

finds out about the protection order.

That's his in.

Then he sets himself up to get hit by Hunter's truck.

Not Hunter's.

We think it's one just like his

that was stolen from a dealership in Jacksonville

last month.

My phone company contact came through.

So, Pam's cell phone

was last used three days ago.

It pinged off a cell tower

out by the airport.

Oak Forest.

That actually makes sense because when she called me,

I could hear cars and a plane, and some kind of machinery.

You got dozens of warehouses

out that end of the airport,

east of 75?

Ryan could have Pam stashed there.

Now we just have to figure out

which one.

You stay here.

Better yet, go on home.

I promise we'll call as soon as we find something.

You heard that, right?

I spoke clear English?

Yup.

Let's go.

You wait here.

I know you're not going to,

but just humor me a little bit.

Just wait here.

Hang out with Monty.

Be good.

Yes, Chief,

we're concentrating on the southeast area,

near where the cell signal hit the cell tower.

No. Unmarked units only,

so we won't give ourselves away.

Let's check it out.

[grinder droning]

Fincher?

Hailey, where are you?

What's that noise?

I think I found where she is.

Hailey...

Quinn told you to steer clear.

Never mind that. Where are you guys?

We're southeast of the airport.

We're about to go in.

Is there any heavy machinery there?

No, it's just an abandoned warehouse.

Okay, there's a lot of heavy machinery here,

and it's exactly what you and I heard

when Pam called me.

Hey, listen to me, okay?

You don't know it's the right place,

and you're not armed.

I am armed, and what if you're wrong?

I'm going inside to check it out.

Hailey--

Squatters.

Sorry, folks.

Carry on.

[cell phone rings]

Ryan, don't move! Show me your hands!

[shot cracks]

[yelps in pain]

Why'd you have to shoot me?

You're fine.

Hey, I need an ambulance here.

Ambulance?

Okay, we're on our way.

I'm going to put you on speaker.

Hailey,

Crime Scene got a hit

on a print they lifted from Pam's house.

It matches a print they found

in the home of a missing heiress from Denver.

Okay, that's great, Captain,

but I need you here, now.

Just listen,

they also found DNA in the print,

it's female.

What?

Is it Pam's?

It can't be.

The mitochondrial DNA matches Ryan's.

Mitochondrial?

But that only comes from--

The mother.

And like mother, like son.

Get her back.

It's going right to voicemail.

-We can track her phone. -We don't have to.

Where did she say she was?

Abandoned warehouse on...

Browns Mills.

What's she driving?

A gray Toyota.

Let's go.

Ryan... shoot her.

I dropped my gun.

Then find it.

Touch that gun, and you're a dead man.

Well, who's gonna shoot me?

Mommy dearest,

with my gun,

right after she makes you kill me and Pam with your gun.

Don't listen to her.

She'd do anything to save her own skin,

and you know it.

Ryan... Ryan, do what I say.

She's lying.

It's the truth, Ryan, and you know how I know?

Because you hate her.

I saw it at Pam's parents' house,

and it's all over your face right now.

That isn't true.

Isn't it?

After she made you kill all those women?

Made you risk your life to poison Jonas McClellan

so she wouldn't have to?

You got any of that Gelsemine on you,

you'd be dead right now.

That is ridiculous.

How do you know that?

Because that's just who she is.

Sweetheart, you know I'd never hurt you.

"Sweetheart."

That's what she calls you

when she wants you to think she actually loves you.

Stop it.

Stop it, or I will kill you and your friend.

She's not gonna kill either of us,

because she couldn't justify that.

The only thing she could justify

is you killing us.

She's the one who's lying,

and I can prove it.

How?

Because if I'm lying,

then why is your mother pointing my gun at you?

Don't listen to her, it'll ruin everything,

everything that we worked so hard for.

You worked hard for?

I did all the hard work!

While you sat there waiting--

Ryan, that is enough, now,

just man up and find the gun!

All those nice women...

and you made me kill them.

Because she's not capable of loving anyone but herself.

[quietly] Why?

Why!

[door bursts open]

Police!

-Hands where we can see them! -Show us your hands!

We're all okay.

Hailey.

You saved my life.

I almost got us all killed.

You don't understand.

You trying to find me

was the only reason they kept me alive.

They needed me to be able to call you, Hailey.

I'm so sorry this happened.

Can you come with me?

No, I...

I shot someone,

so they have to investigate.

What? He pointed a gun at you--

I know,

but they have to follow procedure.

I can't ever thank you enough.

You already have.

Thank you.

Oh...

I thought you might want this.

Thank you.

Okay.

I'll see you soon.

Okay.

You okay?

Thank you for everything, Fincher.

You haven't answered my question.

Pam's alive. What else matters?

You shot someone.

You, who couldn't even look at a gun

when we worked together.

So?

So, you got to be feeling something.

Yeah, that's the funny part.

For once, I'm not feeling anything.

All right, let's get you back to the station

for a debriefing, all right?

Not going to the drive-thru first?

I'm not hungry.

You're never not hungry.

Well, you know, maybe a couple burritos

or something...

-A couple? -Yeah.

Maybe five.

[laughs]

Okay, both of you, listen to me,

you will follow procedure

so nobody loses their jobs because I fired my gun.

Hailey, the guy you shot

just confessed he pointed a gun at you.

-But I-- -But nothing.

Hailey it was a good shoot,

end of story.

[Danny]: But we are gonna do one thing by the book.

What is she doing here?

Hi, Hailey.

Hi, Sabrina.

I don't need a shrink.

Based on our observations at the warehouse,

I beg to differ.

If I fired my gun,

I'd be required to see a shrink

and go on desk duty, that's procedure.

For someone who feels the way you do

about carrying a firearm,

it's a necessity.

She's all yours.

Come on.

They're right, you know.

I'm fine.

You just shot a human being.

That couldn't have been easy.

He almost took two people I love.

But there's more, isn't there?

Of course, there's more.

I mean, I haven't seen anyone get shot since...

...Will was murdered.

Are you still having nightmares?

I'll take that as a yes.

It started with Will,

and then he turns into Jonas right before the shot's fired.

I just want to be free of this.

Will is always going to be a part of you.

He wouldn't want to see you mourning for him

after so much time.

I don't know what else to try.

You can try letting a friend help you.

Fincher...

Go home.

I was waiting for you.

You know, you solved more than one case here today.

What do you mean?

D.A.'s letting Ryan plead out.

He rats on Mommy Dearest,

gives up the whereabouts of all his victims,

he's spared the death sentence.

He copped to killing the women in Cincinnati,

Durham, Denver, and Boston.

Really?

Really.

So, that's four families

who have finally found some closure

because of you.

Maybe it's time you found some for yourself.

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

I can take him from here.

Thanks for the pick-up.

You got it.

I'm gonna get you home and settled,

and then I'm gonna go to the market.

You don't have to do that.

Well, you're in no shape to do it.

Doctor said no driving for a week.

Well, if you're with me for 24-hours a day,

your practice will fall apart.

I've got that covered.

There is a nurse waiting for you

at your house.

[chuckles]

You got me a nurse? I did.

I did, she's gonna take care of you

for the next few days.

You shouldn't have done that.

You shouldn't keep telling me I shouldn't.

You say that like I've done something for you.

You have.

Danny told me what happened,

with your friend, Pam.

I didn't tell you

because I wanted you to focus on recovering,

and not on me.

Hey, listen to me,

I'm not going anywhere.

Whenever you decide to drop that baggage,

or let me help you carry it,

I'll be here,

waiting and ready.

Why would you do that?

Because I know you're worth waiting for.

Am I?

Yes, ma'am, you are.

Oh, and by the way,

I'm worth waiting for, too.

Yes, you are.

Jonas.

Oh, thank you. See?

So, where did you park the car, Savannah?

We're almost there.

Give it up.

Let's go. Move it!

And the ring.

Now!

Hey, take it easy. She'll give it to you.

[shot]

[screams]

[gasping]

I need you to meet me.

Now.

Why here and why now?

You need to know the truth.

You say that like you've been lying to me about something.

I haven't been, I swear.

I only saw it tonight.

Saw it?

Another nightmare?

Danny...

your brother died

because he was with me that night.

What are you talking about? It was random.

It wasn't random.

It was a set-up.

The gun was pointed at me,

and Will pulled it toward him.

He died because he was protecting me.

It doesn't make sense.

Who could possibly have wanted to kill you back then?

I don't know.

But he knew me.

I could see it in his eyes.