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[Car honking]

[Panting]

- [Echoing]: My wife! What's going on in there with my wife?

[EKG beeping]

- B.P.'s dropping!

- All right. - Getting arrhythmia.

- Come on, Sheila. - Heart rate's erratic!

- What's going on? Fetal monitor?

- The baby's in distress. We're losing them.

- I don't understand. Everything seemed normal.

- She's in arrest. - Crash cart, "defib"!

[Sustained beep]

Clear!

Again.

[Talking, indistinct]

- Charged. - Clear.

[Sustained beep]

Again!

Clear!

Again! Clear!

[Panting]

- Hello!

- Hi.

- Hi.

- OK.

I have got some not-so-good news

and some better news.

- Give us the not-so-good.

- The not-so-good news is that

your last fertilization round came back negative.

I'm very sorry.

But I would like one more try.

We'll extract more eggs, increase our chances.

I know that we can do this.

- We can't. My insurance ran out a long time ago.

We've been using our savings for these last treatments.

- I know this hasn't been easy for you.

And I know how desperately you both want a baby.

Together, we can make that happen

but we have to keep trying.

I know how much money and faith both of you have invested,

and I understand your financial situation.

But I also know we can help you,

and I just want one more chance to prove it.

- Doctor, we--

- That's why I have recommended you be involved

in a fertilization study

the Georgetown University Hospital is conducting.

We're involved in their research program

and they need volunteers from our clinic.

- What does that mean exactly?

- It means that if you are involved in the study,

both of you will have to fill out and submit some data

every couple of weeks during your fertilization process.

It's nothing too complicated.

And you'll need more examinations

than you normally would

as the study follows the baby's progress.

- But we can't afford--

- It will be paid for by the research study.

- Everything?

- Everything, completely.

- Thank you!

[Laughing]: Oh! Thank you!

- I'll take that as a yes.

- Yes! Yes!

Yes.

- I don't know what to say.

- Just say you'll be here in a week to fill out your paperwork

and start your next fertilization round.

- We'll be here.

- Excellent!

[Laughing]

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

Oh! Uh, you guys probably noticed on your way in,

but we're having a little celebration in the lobby.

It's our 4-year anniversary. I hope you can stay.

- We'd love to.

- Excellent!

- Dr. Connors...

[Telephone ringing]

Thank you.

- You're welcome.

[People chattering]

[Bell dinging]

I wasn't born in Texas. I was born in Ohio.

[Giggling]

- Thanks, Gabe.

- Uh, excuse me, everyone.

May I have your attention, please?

On behalf of myself and my partner, Dr. Connors,

the woman who was away from us for far too long,

but now, thankfully, has returned;

and the entire medical team here at the clinic;

and, of course, the brains behind the entire operation,

our head nurse, Melissa Ryan;

we'd like to thank you for joining us in this,

the 4th birthday of the clinic.

As for many of you, for us,

these past 4 years have not been without

their trials and their tribulations.

- Yeah, it wasn't so long ago that Gabe and I were interns

working hard so that we could open this clinic.

And today, I can proudly say

we're one of the most successful clinics in the country.

[Cheering]

- [Echoing]: She's gone.

- Time of death?

- [Nurse]: 4:45 p.m.

- We did everything we could.

[Crying]

- No! Sheila! No!

What about the baby?

- I'm so sorry.

- No!

- As I said, getting here hasn't been easy.

But, um, like you, we beat the odds.

We faced our challenges.

- And we believe we're a better clinic

because of those challenges.

You only need to look around this room

at these beautiful, little faces to know that's true.

So ladies and gentlemen, to challenges and to hope.

- To hope.

- Cheers!

Oh, oh, oh! One more thing! Just a little reminder.

Our casino night at the Fulbrook Hotel.

I hope everybody can join us. It's for a good cause.

OK? Thanks.

- Oh, leave it for the cleaning crew, please, Doctors.

I'm sorry I gotta run like this.

- It's no big deal, Melissa, honestly.

- My husband's at home waiting, and he gets pretty grumpy

when I'm late with his supper.

Oh! I almost forgot.

This is a just little something to celebrate.

The man at the store said it was his best.

- That's great. Thank you so much.

- You're so sweet. Thank you.

- Night, you two. Happy Birthday.

- Goodnight.

- Thanks.

- Drive safe.

[Sighing]

- You think she suspects?

- No.

Maybe.

I don't know.

Who cares if she does?

We haven't done anything wrong.

- You know what I mean.

[Sighing]

- The fact is, whatever we had,

you're married now

and that changes everything.

- Yeah, I know.

- This is hard for me, Gabe, being here, everyday.

[Siren in distance]

It's really hard.

- I wanna be with you again,

the way we were before.

Do you want that too?

- You know that I do.

Come on, Gabe. No.

I'm sorry. Not like this.

- Oh, you're right. I'm sorry.

- Look. Look at me.

I want to be with you.

I do.

Just not like this, OK?

- I better go.

Uh, Liz will be back from Richmond.

[Sighing]

- You have to talk to her. She deserves that.

- I know.

Can you and I speak after that?

After Elizabeth and I have talked?

- I would like that, yeah.

[Car security beeps]

[Thudding, air hissing]

- [Male officer]: Bobby, make sure

you've cordoned off over here!

[Both talking, indistinct]

[Siren beeping]

[Woman on CB, indistinct]

- All right.

- Evening, Lieutenant.

- Are you gonna take my food order, Bishop,

or you gonna tell me what we've got here?

- Of course. The victim is Dr. Gabriel Haynes,

obstetrics and gynaecology.

He owns a clinic, The Real Hope Fertility Clinic,

over on Prospect Street.

Mostly older women who--

- Who wanna get pregnant. Yeah, I get it. What else?

- His wife is Elizabeth Haynes.

And get this, her maiden name is Clarkson.

- As in theClarksons?

- Yep, Washington elite.

- What else?

- She claims she was in Richmond, Virginia

over the last couple of days at a cousin's engagement dinner.

I'll call to corroborate.

She drove back tonight.

Says she pulled her car into the garage

and found her husband dead on the floor at 9:00 p.m.

- Time of death?

- Coroner will tell us for sure,

but forensics puts it at somewhere between 7:45 and 8:15.

- Anything missing or stolen?

- Not his watch, mot his wallet,

not his briefcase, not even his keys.

The killer didn't even go into the house.

- Which means?

- It wasn't a robbery.

- Which means?

- It was something else.

- Indeed.

- Uh, forensics has established that the victim's fatal wound

was unusually small and circular,

like a large pinhole.

- Small and circular?

- [Man]: Thank you, guys, for coming so late.

- Where's the wife?

- Inside with one of our guys.

[Man talking, indistinct]

- What the hell is that?

- H-O-C.

- Spray paint.

- Fresh.

- Could be anything. House of corrections, maybe?

Could be a gang tag.

- I haven't seen it before.

- Maybe the doctor was involved in something on the street.

- I want you to do some homework and find out more about this.

- You got it.

- Until then, no one is to know about this.

No reporters. Not yet.

We're gonna exercise some patience here.

- "Patience" is my middle name.

- Let's go talk to the wife.

Mrs. Haynes?

Mrs. Haynes.

- Yes?

- I'm Lieutenant Landers.

I'm very sorry about your husband.

I understand that it was you who discovered his body?

- Why would someone do that to him?

- That's what we're trying to find out.

- Did your husband have any enemies?

Anybody who may have wanted to cause him harm?

- No, not Gabriel.

I apologize that I have to ask you this, Mrs. Haynes,

but did your husband have a drug problem?

- Of course not. What kind of a question is that?

- He was a doctor,

and statistically, it can come with the territory.

Easy access, low monitoring.

- My husband was not a drug addict.

- You know, he didn't need to take the drugs himself.

He might not have used. He might have supplied.

- Why would you even think that?

- Do the letters H-O-C mean anything to you, Mrs. Haynes?

They were spray-painted on your garage ceiling.

It could be a street gang's calling card.

- For a deal gone bad.

- Det. Bishop tells me that you were in Richmond

over the last few days.

- Visiting my cousin.

She's getting married. There was a thing.

- Did you drive there?

- Yes.

- Did you stay with her the whole time?

- No, I stayed at the Hotel Berkeley.

- Do you have receipts?

- I'd have to look for them.

- Uh, when you find them, give me a call.

I'll post an officer to watch your house tonight.

And again, we're very sorry for your loss.

- You, uh, might want to speak

with Dr. Connors at the clinic.

She's been spending a lot more time

with my husband lately than I have.

- Thank you.

[Car honks]

[Siren in distance]

[Sirens]

- Oh, hi! Um, sorry we're not actually open yet.

But you're welcome to have a seat if you'd like.

- I don't have an appointment.

- Are you here to see Dr. Haynes?

- I'm Lt. Landers, Metro PD Homicide.

- Homicide.

- Are you Dr. Joanne Connors?

- Yes.

- Traffic gets worse and worse every damned-- Oh, sorry.

- This is Melissa Ryan, our head nurse.

- Come with me and I'll get you signed in.

- Actually, she's not a patient. She is with the police.

- Oh. What's going on?

- I'm not sure yet...

- Dr. Connors, do you mind telling me

where you were last night?

- Uh, yeah, I was here at the clinic.

We had a party and then I went home.

- And you? You were here too?

- Yes, I was here

with Dr. Haynes and Dr. Connors and went home.

- I'm sorry. Why are you asking us these questions?

Where is this going?

- It's about Dr. Haynes.

Last night, at approximately 7:45 p.m., he was murdered.

- No.

- I'm so sorry.

- No! Oh my god! Oh my god!

- Oh, Jo...

[Joanne crying]

Oh, Joanne. Are you all right?

[Sobbing]

- Sorry. I had to speak with Mrs. Haynes' cousin

and the Berkely Hotel.

- Did they corroborate her story?

Bishop, focus. Did they corroborate her story?

- Yes... and no.

- Did her cousin deny seeing her?

- No, the cousin says yes, she saw Mrs. Haynes yesterday,

but not after 1:30 p.m.

I did my homework.

They had lunch together at a restaurant

near the Berkeley Hotel.

After that they parted ways.

Cousin says she never saw Mrs. Haynes after that.

- What about the hotel?

- I spoke with the hotel.

Mrs. Haynes checked out of her room at 11:40 a.m.

That's 20 minutes before she had lunch with her cousin.

- Does this cousin have a name, Bishop?

- Amy, Amy Clarkson.

Mrs. Haynes left her suitcase with the hotel concierge

and then picked it up again at 1:45.

He remembers her. She tipped him 10 bucks.

She got her car from the valet

and left the hotel at approximately 2:00 p.m.

- 2:00? That's 7 hours before discovering her husband's body.

- And it's less than a 2-hour drive

from Richmond back to Washington.

- So, what was Mrs. Haynes doing for 5 hours

before finding her husband's body?

- More homework. I guess I'll drive to her house and ask.

- Don't bother.

[Talking, indistinct]

- Mrs. Haynes, although you're not under arrest,

you do have the right to have an attorney present

should you wish.

- An attorney won't be necessary.

- Your family would probably caution you to.

- I don't want my family involved.

- You mentioned a confession, Mrs. Haynes.

Did you murder your husband?

- Of course not.

- You didn't go home immediately

after checking out of The Berkeley.

We spoke with the hotel.

- Yes, I knew that you would.

- You've got no gas receipts to indicate travel times,

or any other proof that I'm aware of as to your whereabouts,

so, I have to ask.

What were you doing for 5 hours

before driving back to Washington?

- I--I was visiting--

- Your cousin? She told us that you--

- No. Not Amy.

A friend.

Do I need to spell it out for you?

- Yes, I'm afraid you do.

- A male friend.

We met in Richmond...

when Gabriel was preoccupied.

- You've been having an affair?

- Yes, for about half a year now.

- Did your husband know?

- I think he suspected. I'm not really sure.

- And you were with this friend

for the entire 5 hours, Mrs. Haynes?

- At his apartment.

Here.

His name and phone number.

He's aware of what's happened.

I told him I was gonna come see you today.

- Did anyone witness the two of you together

yesterday afternoon?

- His doorman.

He let me into the building and saw me leave it.

You can speak with him.

I know what you're thinking, Lieutenant.

I realize I may not have had a perfect marriage.

[Sobbing]: But I loved my husband.

I still do.

Why would anyone do that to him?

Gabriel didn't deserve that.

- Is there anything that you can think of

that might help us find his killer?

Anything you may know or suspect about your husband?

I'll be right back.

[Crying]

- You believe her? About the friend?

- Yeah. Why would a woman admit to having an affair

if she wasn't?

But check it out anyway.

- I'm spending a lot of time on the phone.

- Good thing "patience" is your middle name.

- Yeah.

- Anything back from forensics?

- Still partial,

but Dr. Haynes was killed with a thin, cylindrical weapon.

The depth of the wound would indicate

it is at least 90 mm in length.

- What's that in inches?

- A little over 3.5 inches long.

It entered to the left of his sternum, pierced his heart,

killing him pretty much instantly.

Sharply pointed at one end,

the largest circumference measurement of the entry wound

was .75 mm.

That's just .029 of an inch.

- A dart?

- Thought of that. Forensics says doubtful.

There were no epidermal rip marks, entering or exiting.

A surface of a dart isn't that smooth.

It would tear the skin a little.

[Sighing]

- An ice-pick? A knitting needle?

- Both too large for that size entry wound.

There are traces of something in the samples from the wound,

but forensics needs more time to figure out what it is.

- Whoever killed Dr. Haynes knew where to strike,

with extreme accuracy.

- Yeah, pin-point accuracy.

- Cut her loose.

I believe her when she says she loved her husband

and he didn't deserve what happened to him.

- Yeah, well, the jury's still out on that one.

We don't know what the good doctor

may have been involved in.

- I know you're there.

I know you're watching me.

When you asked me if there was anything else

I might suspect about my husband...

I lied.

There is something.

I suspect...

that he was having an affair too.

[Cell phone ringing]

- Dr. Connors.

Russell Dillon.

- I know who you are. How did you get in here?

- Well, you ought to be more careful, doc.

Your front door was open.

- No, it wasn't.

- Nah, maybe not. I don't know.

What I do know is that you and I have a mutual friend.

Well, had a mutual friend.

Oh, don't get nervous, doc.

- You can't blackmail me. I won't pay you.

- I can, and you will,

unless you want your patients to find out

what your partner was up to,

you know, putting the spin

on your clinic's success-rate numbers.

- It was never about that!

It was about his patients. He wanted to--

- Hey! Don't confuse me with someone who gives a damn.

I don't.

I read about what happened to Dr. Haynes.

He wasn't smart. Not like you.

- What are you saying?

- A few weeks back, he decided to stop paying me.

He was a big boy. His decision, his choice.

But I gotta tell you, I think he made the wrong one.

Now, you have a choice to make, doc.

Make the right one.

You got 24 hours.

Oh, and, uh,

next time you see "unknown caller",

answer it.

Don't pretend like you didn't see it.

I may not have gone to med school,

but it would be a mistake to think I'm stupid.

Good night.

[Siren]

[Doorbell ringing]

- May we have a word, Dr. Connors?

We'll be brief.

[Sighing]

- Baby business must be good, huh, doc?

- You remember Det. Bishop?

- Look, I just buried my best friend this afternoon.

So I'm not in the greatest of moods.

- We apologize,

and as I said before, we'll be brief.

We spoke with Mrs. Haynes and she seems to think

that her husband was having an affair.

- Does she?

- Possibly with someone he worked with.

- What is it exactly that you looking for, Lieutenant?

- Was Dr. Haynes having an affair?

- Yes.

No.

Nothing happened.

- With you?

- Yes.

[Pen clicks]

- How long has this been going on for?

- Gabe and I were dating back in med school

all the way up until we opened the clinic.

And then, 3 years ago, something happened...

[EKG beeping]

- The baby's in distress We're losing them!

- Are you serious?

- She's in arrest. - Crash cart, "defib"!

[Sustained beep]

Clear!

[Sustained beep]

Again! Clear!

She's gone.

- I took a 2-year leave of absence.

- And did you stay in the DC area?

- No. Africa.

I, uh, joined Doctors Without Borders.

I, uh, travelled the continent practicing obstetrics,

and teaching the women of the villages about contraception.

- I don't understand why you left.

You're a doctor.

Death couldn't have been new to you.

- I entered my field of medicine

because it was filled with hope.

And I, uh...

I needed to get re-grounded,

so I left Washington to find myself.

- And did you? Find yourself?

[Sighing]

- No.

No, I didn't.

But Elizabeth found Gabe.

She convinced him that I wasn't gonna come back to him

or the clinic.

And, uh, by the time I returned,

it was too late.

They were married.

- How did that make you feel,

to lose someone that you cared about like that?

- What is it you need to hear?

That I was still in love with Gabe?

Yes! The answer is yes.

- Det. Bishop, now would be a good time

to check in with forensics

on the report that we were discussing.

- Yeah.

Yeah, sure.

- Look, I--I could never hurt Gabriel, never.

- Dr. Connors, where were you

the night Dr. Haynes was killed?

- I've told you this.

I--I was at the clinic and then I came home.

We had a party for our patients, and then after everybody left,

Gabriel and I were alone at the clinic.

- Were you intimate?

- Yes. No.

Almost.

Um, and then we left separately.

- What time was that?

- It was about 6:45. I got here by 7:30.

I, uh, checked my messages. I ate. I took a shower.

- You checked your messages. Did you call anyone back?

- No.

No, it was my mother and a girlfriend.

I was too tired to talk to anyone,

so after I showered, I went straight to bed.

- Can you think of anyone

that would've wanted to hurt Dr. Haynes for any reason?

[Cell phone ringing]

Please.

[Ringing]

[Beep]

[Sighing]

Do the letters H-O-C mean anything to you?

- No.

Um, actually, yes.

When, uh, we were interns

at Georgetown University Hospital,

if we ever had problems on a test question -- You know:

"Who was the first doctor to ever discover this in medicine?"

Or "who was the first doctor to ever use that in medicine?" --

we had a 50-50 chance of answering correctly

if we wrote down one specific name: Hippocrates.

Hippocrates of Cos, H.O.C.

- Hippocrates.

Like Hippocratic Oath?

- As in the Father of Modern Medicine.

When we were stuck on a question, it was always "H.O.C".

I haven't thought about that in years.

- Is this acronym used in most teaching hospitals?

- Not as far as I know. I've never heard about it before.

- I think we're done.

Dr. Connors...

[Clearing throat]

...this is my private line.

If you can think of anything that might help, call me.

- I will.

- Thank you for your time.

I'll show myself out.

- Right.

All right, thanks.

- Is that how they taught you

how to play "good cop, bad cop" in detective school?

- Uh, I was never very good at it.

- Then why'd you do it?

- You wanted me to.

- How'd you figure that one?

- You gave me a signal. - What?

- You gave me a signal when we went inside.

- I don't know what you're talking about.

- I guess I misunderstood.

- We've been together 4 months.

Wanna make it to 5? - Yes.

- Then think more about what you thought I meant.

[Siren in distance]

[Door squeaking]

[Kettle whistling]

[Telephone ringing]

[Grunts]

- Hello?

Hey, Mom.

I know.

I know. I just don't have much time now that Gabe's not here.

[Dog barking]

OK, um, look,

can I call you back tomorrow?

Yeah, well, tomorrow.

OK.

Yeah.

[Beep]

[Telephone ringing]

- You got a minute?

- Is that from forensics?

- The final report came in.

- They know what the murder weapon is?

- Yeah, but you're not gonna believe what they say it is.

- A needle.

- Uh-huh.

- A plain, old needle. - A hypodermic needle.

We're still waiting for the coroner to sign off on it,

but it was a needle, all right.

Air was likely injected directly into our victim's heart.

It would've killed him instantly.

- Just air?

- Yep, that'll do it. Creepy, huh?

- It must have been one hell of a long needle

to pierce the victim's heart through his sternum.

- In point of fact, it entered between the ribs

to the left of his sternum.

It was an amnio needle.

- An amnio needle?

- Yep. Obstetricians use them for amniocentesis procedures,

hence the name "amnio needle".

In amniocentesis, a fluid sample is removed

from a pregnant woman's amniotic sac for analysis.

But to do that, the obstetrician needs

to go in through her abdomen.

And to do that, they use a very long needle.

Oh, and F.Y.I, this particular amnio needle was an old one,

I'd say, like, 30 years old.

- How do you know it was 30 years old?

- Because I'm, quite frankly, amazing.

In addition to the needle's size-range,

the entry wound tells me tons.

A modern amnio needle is specifically designed

for visible sampling in prenatal diagnosis.

- Can we go back to English?

- Today's amnio needle has a spiral engraving

on its distal tip, the pointy end,

to provide a reflective surface for ultrasound.

- OK. - Back in the day,

they didn't have this.

An amnio needle back then was chemically coated with luminance

to help the doctor guide it in.

- And so...

- Those old-time luminance chemicals

leave a distinctive footprint

both entering and exiting the flesh.

It was an amnio needle, all right.

An old one. No question.

Like I said, amazing...

- Obstetricians. Babies.

Remind you of someone we know?

[Cell phone ringing]

[Ringing]

[Beep]

- Time's up.

You got my money?

- No.

- You're disappointing me, doc.

- Well, I guess you're gonna have to get used to that.

- Brave talk.

Maybe I should pay you another visit, hmm?

Maybe to that lovely home of yours.

[Beep]

[Hits steering wheel]

- Dr. Connors.

- Going somewhere, Doctor? - Yeah, a fund-raiser.

- We were wondering if you had a minute.

We need to ask you a few questions.

- Actually, I'm in a hurry right now.

- Don't worry, it won't take very long.

- Looks like I don't have much choice.

- Do you keep medical instruments

in your house, in your car, perhaps from the clinic?

- Medical instruments? No.

- Well, specifically amnio needles.

- Amnio needles? No, absolutely not.

- You're sure?

- Yeah, I'm sure.

- But you do work with them?

- I work at a fertility clinic,

so yeah, of course.

- An amnio needle seems to be involved in our investigation.

- So that means I had something to do with Gabe's murder?

- I didn't say that. But we got some new evidence

and it's our duty to follow it down every avenue.

- And that led you to me.

- As you said, you work in a fertility clinic

and you knew the victim.

- Look, Lieutenant, get a search warrant,

search my house and whatever else you'd like.

I will be at the Fulbrook Hotel.

Checking in this evening, checking out tomorrow.

If you find anything, that's where I'll be.

- What do you think?

- I don't think we're gonna find anything

in her car or in her house,

but why don't you get a warrant for the clinic?

- Could be worth a shot.

[Honking]

[Elevator bell dinging]

- Hi. Joanne Connors.

- Here's your room key, Miss Connors.

- Thanks. - It's Room 2500.

- Would you like a hand with your bag?

- Oh no, I'm good.

- All right. The elevator is just to your right.

Good luck tonight. - Thank you.

[Ringing]

[Beep]

[Siren in distance]

[Man talking, indistinct]

[All shouting]

- Oh, oh, oh, oh!

- Yeah!

[Cheering]

- The lady wants to split?

Good luck.

Eighteen.

And 18, again.

Busted. I'm sorry.

Ten. Dealer has 20. I'm sorry.

- Well, that makes 2 of us.

It's for a good cause, right?

Excuse me.

- I think you'll like this one, all right?

Good evening.

- Hi. What is your best red by the glass?

- My best red by the glass. Let me think. Uh...

You know, I think I'm having amnesia

and déjà vu at the same time

because I'm pretty sure

I've forgotten the answer to this before.

- How long have you been waiting to use that line?

- About a week. I'll pour the best I've got.

- Thanks.

- You got to admit that was pretty funny.

- Yeah, that was funny.

- You could have cut him some slack.

I mean, he did wait a whole week.

- I should have laughed, huh?

- Yeah, maybe even out loud.

- Here you go.

- Amnesia, huh? I sure am glad you remembered

where you left the bottle.

[Chuckling]

- That was good.

- I'll have the same. My tab.

- No, actually, um, this round's on me.

I can charge it to my room?

- Absolutely.

- Great.

- Right.

- May I?

- You may.

- I know this may sounds like a line,

but are you from out of town?

- No, I live here.

- You've done wonders with the place.

- That's funny.

- Thanks. Been waiting a week.

- Hmm.

- Hmm.

- I'm actually here for the charity casino night.

- Oh! Me too.

- Hmm! I thought I'd spoiled myself and spend the evening.

- So, you winning or losing?

- I'm losing.

Yeah, I, uh, I haven't been very lucky these days.

- Well, there's always hope.

Here's to hope.

- To hope.

- Another one?

- Uh, well, Doctor,

at the risk of sounding forward,

there is an open bottle in my room.

[Sighing]

- I think that's a fine idea.

Uh, may I have the check, please?

- Certainly. I'll just need to see your key card, please.

- Oh!

[Clearing throat]

You know what? I--I, uh...

I must have left it up in my room.

- Oh, that's fine. Just put it on my tab.

- You got it.

- I--I really do have a room key.

- Please, I insist.

- Thank you.

Uh, you know what? I am gonna go to the front desk

and get a new key card.

You meet me, 10 minutes, Room 2500.

- Is there actually a Room 2500?

I mean, this isn't some trick that you play

to give a guy the brush-off, is it?

- No.

- 'Cause I know that I look tough,

but I'm really very fragile.

- Oh.

- A wounded turtle, almost.

- Yes.

[Laughing]

2500, 10 minutes.

You're 60 seconds late.

- Sorry, I stopped to donate a kidney.

I actually waited 2 weeks

to use that line. - Ah!

- Can I come in?

- Please.

- Thank you.

[♪ Jazz ]

- It's pretty, isn't it?

- Yes, you are.

- Would you like some wine?

- Sure.

This is nice.

It's a good thing you didn't bet this room when you were losing.

- I didn't lose.

It's a charity event and I was being charitable.

- Right.

- So you didn't tell me.

How did you do tonight at the tables?

- Not very good, but fortunately,

I'm a better physician than I am a card player.

- Hmm... Yeah, I guess neither of us were very lucky tonight.

- That's funny, because I was about to say the exact opposite.

- Really?

- Well, it's not everyday

that I have a beautiful, intelligent woman

ask me back to her room.

- Um, that is something I don't usually make a habit of.

- I figured that.

That is why I feel so lucky.

- Now is the hard part.

- What's that?

- The first kiss.

There's a lot to negotiate.

Who goes first? When is the right time?

I'm glad that's over.

- Not exactly the reaction I was looking for.

- Oh, that's not what I meant.

- I know.

♪♪ Just give me a little piece of you ♪

♪ And you can get a piece of me ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm in high spirits

♪ And I surely need some company ♪

♪ Let me get a part of you Get a part of me ♪

♪ Make me Make me ♪

♪ A part of you

♪ I can't really get enough of ♪

♪ Really get enough of you now ♪

♪ I can't really get enough of you ♪♪

What's wrong?

- I'm sorry. I--I can't do this.

- Uh, I thought that you wanted, uh...

- I did. I do. I just--

I can't.

- Oh, OK.

- I--I lost someone recently,

someone really close to me.

- I didn't know.

- How could you?

I, um, I just brought you here

and I thought that it was something

that I needed to do,

you know, that would help me forget somehow.

But now that we're here, it's, um...

I just can't.

- I'm sorry.

I mean that, Joanne. It's--

It's OK.

- Thank you for understanding.

[Sighing]

Um...

rain check?

[Chuckles]

[Sighing]

- Rain check.

- You know, you don't have to leave,

you could just stay, hang out.

I have cable and pay-per-view, and--

- Stop, stop.

You had me at cable.

- Thank you.

- Although, I do feel little used.

[Giggling]

A little-- A little dirty, I guess.

[Giggling]

I may need to go take a shower, a cold shower.

[Both laughing]

- I'm sorry.

- No.

[Elevator bell dinging]

[Beeping]

[Shower running]

I hope you don't mind. I was just gonna take a shower.

[Elevator bell dinging]

[Man on CB, indistinct]

- Anything new?

- Nope, but it's definitely the same M.O.

The victim was killed with a thin, cylindrical weapon,

- 0.75 mm?

- Yeah. Seems he was stabbed in the heart with--

- Pin-point accuracy? Amnio needle?

- That would be my guess.

- Who was he?

- Michael Kirby, a local paediatrician.

Single. They're still notifying his family,

so we haven't released the name yet.

- Any sign of a struggle?

- None.

- So maybe he knew his killer.

- They were seen together in the bar downstairs,

all lovey-dovey.

- Time of death?

- Forensics puts it at somewhere around 12:30 a.m.

[Sighing]

- So she called me at 2:35 a.m.

What time was the call put out to the station?

- 2:27, by hotel security.

Dr. Connors claims that

she and the victim watched a movie together, he fell asleep,

and then she left the room and went downstairs

to play cards in the ballroom.

- What else?

- She sat down at the tables at 11:45 and played until 2:00.

There's a half-dozen witnesses that'll back that up,

including the dealer.

- What else?- This.

- I don't think so.

She claims that when she found the body,

after checking for a pulse, she called the front desk,

and then went out in the hallway to wait for security to show up.

She says she called you from out there.

- What do you make of this?

- The pay-per-movie checks out,

her presence at the tables, her call to the front desk.

But I'll dig around, do some homework.

- You know what I think?

- What?

- I think the killer killed the wrong person.

- I'm sorry I have to do this, but I need to question you.

- OK.

- How well did you know Michael Kirby?

- I met him tonight for the first time in the hotel bar.

- And...

- And we went up to my room, we watched a movie, he fell asleep.

And I came back downstairs to the casino.

When I went back up, he was dead.

And so I--I called the front desk and then I called you.

Listen, I have no idea what he may have been involved in.

I don't know what Michael may have got himself into.

I just-- Like I said, we met tonight for the first time.

- You were very lucky tonight.

- Lucky?

- I believe that Michael Kirby

wasn't the killer's intended victim.

I believe it was you.

- Me?

- The similarities between

Dr. Haynes' and Michael Kirby's murder

indicate it was the same killer.

- Similarities like H.O.C.?

- Yes, and there are others.

- Like an amniotic needle?

- Yes.

- [Whispering]: Oh my god!

- Michael Kirby was at the wrong place at the wrong time.

- He was gonna kill me.

- Who was gonna kill you?

Is there something you're not telling me?

- OK, um, I know who killed Gabriel and Michael.

His name is Russell Dillon.

He was blackmailing Gabriel and trying to do the same to me.

- Why?

- When Gabe and I first opened our clinic, he had a patient.

She, uh, she was our very first patient, actually.

It was a surgical nurse we knew from back in our days

at Georgetown University Hospital.

Her name was Sheila Norman.

- What are you saying, Doctor?

- Well, we've tried 4 times now, Sheila.

Your ovarian reserve is low. It's very low.

- But there are other avenues.

- We could buy younger, fresher eggs from an egg donor.

- It would increase your chances 15-fold.

- You don't understand.

I-- We want a child of our own,

truly our own.

- Yeah, I'm sorry, Dr. Haynes,

but we've talked about it and we agreed this is our only option.

- I understand.

But I don't think we should give up.

I think we should give it another try.

- We can't afford another treatment.

- Gabe felt sorry for them.

He wanted to help them somehow

and they had already been through so much.

He knew that a donor's eggs would take,

so he just continued the treatment

and didn't tell the Normans.

Now all he needed was a donor.

And that's when a colleague recommended Russell Dillon.

He lied to them and to me.

Dillon assured Gabriel that

he could get good eggs from an ivy-league college girl

who was desperate for money and eager to donate them,

so eager she would avoid the regular channels.

Gabe paid the donor

that Dillon had arranged

out of his own pocket.

I didn't know anything about the plan

until after the procedure was completed.

- The Normans weren't aware of the egg donor?

- No, Gabe-- Gabe told them that he was willing

to try another fertilization round with Sheila's eggs,

and if they were willing to try,

the clinic would foot the entire bill.

She was our first patient,

the first one to walk through the doors.

And she had such hope, you know?

So Gabe wouldn't even consider failure.

The Normans agreed

and everything was fine.

It was textbook.

No one was any the wiser that it was a donor's eggs

and not Sheila's.

- I see.

- And then something went wrong.

- We did everything we could.

[Crying]

- Sheila! No!

What about the baby?

- I'm so sorry.

- No! No!

- Sheila Norman died of a pulmonary embolism.

It was a blood clot

that manifested deep inside of her leg.

She probably had it for years.

- And there wasn't any sign

that there was something wrong with her?

- None. No, the fertilization treatments, the donor eggs,

none of it had anything to do with Sheila Norman's death.

- And that's when Russell Dillon started blackmailing Dr. Haynes.

- Yeah, I had already left the country.

I mean, it really messed me up that I was so passive, you know,

that I just sat there, I didn't do something.

- It was Dr. Haynes that made the deal, not you.

- Yeah, well, Gabe told me that Dillon threatened

to go to the newspapers

and tell Sheila's family about the egg switch

unless he paid him exactly what he wanted.

- And he paid it?

- Yeah, for over 3 years, until a few weeks ago.

Gabe got fed up. He just said it was done.

He didn't care who he talked to or what he did,

he wasn't gonna get another dime.

And then, Dillon showed up at the clinic the other night.

- To pick up where Dr. Haynes left off.

- Dr. Connors.

Russell Dillon.

- You can't blackmail me. I won't pay you.

- I can, and you will.

- Listen, Gabe--Gabe did not mean any harm to Sheila.

He was trying to help her, he really was.

And she needed help.

- Where can I find Russell Dillon?

- I--I don't know. He calls me. I don't even have a number.

- You can go upstairs and get your things.

I'm gonna put your house under surveillance.

- Thank you.

- If Russell Dillon tries to contact you,

you call me, day or night.

Are we clear?

- [Whispering]: Yeah, we're clear.

- Thank you.

[Cell phone ringing]

[Beep]

- What the hell do you want?

- Dr. Connors?

- Oh, Melissa, I'm sorry.

- I wanted to make sure you're all right.

- No, no. I'm fine, honestly.

Listen, can I talk to you Monday?

I'll see you at the clinic.

- Well, if you're sure. - Yeah.

- See you Monday.

[Beep]

[Sighing]

- Good morning.

Your front door was open.

You really got ought to be more careful.

- What do you want?

- You know, love, understanding.

But mostly, I want my money.

- I told the police everything.

- Everything?

What about the Norman family? They know everything, huh?

They know about your partner's switcheroo?

The hush money to keep it quiet?

- They know you killed Gabriel.

- What? - And Michael too.

- Who? What are you talking about?

- I wouldn't take another step if I were you.

- Easy!

- Get him out of here.

- Take him down to the station.

I'm gonna check out his alibis and I'll meet you there.

- You got it.

- How you holding up?

- I'm OK, thanks to you.

- That's what we're here for.

- How did you know he was here?

- I got a call from my surveillance team

that I posted outside your house.

- Lucky for me you did.

- We're gonna need to bring you down to the station

to verify Dillon's story, if you're up for it.

- Yeah, of course.

I--I'm just-- I'm glad it's over.

- I bet you are.

- Let me get my things.

[Beeping]

- You're not pinning this one on me.

Yeah, I've been in trouble before.

I'm no altar boy.

I never killed anyone.

You hear that?

Never murdered nobody!

- Why don't you go ahead and sit down?

- Why would I kill him, huh? Over some stupid donor eggs?

[Scoffs]

- What are you talking about?

- I just wanted to scare her a little,

you know, put the fear of God in her!

I wasn't really gonna tell the Normans!

About what? Donor eggs?

[Chuckling, sighing]

I was nowhere near Washington those nights.

- Sit down!

- Did you call the people I-- - Sit down.

- Hey! Did you call-- - I said sit the hell down!

Don't go anywhere.

- Where I am gonna go? Huh?

- What the hell is he blabbing about, Lieutenant?

- I'll brief you later.

I'm gonna tell you both now. His alibis check out.

The night that Dr. Haynes was killed,

Dillon was in a sports bar in Arlington well after 1:00 a.m.

The owner said he was in the bar all night.

- Well, what--what about Michael?

- It's like what Dillon said.

He was in Baltimore visiting his mother.

He partied with his brother, he crashed on the couch

and he didn't leave until morning.

He's got witnesses.

- I know it was him. It has to be!

- If Dillon had something to do with the murders, I can't say.

Did he physically commit it himself?

He couldn't have.

- But this doesn't make any sense!

- I can stall for a while, but I have no cause to hold him.

- No cause? How about extortion?

- Your word against his.

- What do we do with him now?

- Let him go.

[Scoffing]

- So what do I do?

- I'd ask myself...

Who wants me dead?

- [Gabriel]: You think she suspects?

- [Joanne]: No. Maybe.

I don't know. Who cares if she does?

We haven't done anything wrong.

- You know what I mean.

- You have to talk to her.

- I know.

[Tires screeching, honking]

- We need to talk.

- If it's some kind of forgiveness

you're looking for...

- It's not.

- Then what exactly do you want, Joanne?

- Same thing you do.

To find Gabriel's killer.

- As much as you may not want to accept it, I was his wife.

Why don't you let the police and me find his killer?

- I--I was with someone, a man,

in the hotel that I was staying at,

and I left him for a while and when I came back, he was dead,

murdered exactly like Gabriel.

- What?

- It was me the killer was after,

not the man I was with.

He was killed by mistake.

- What are you talking about?

- The police haven't released any of this yet, but they will.

I know they're gonna wanna speak with you.

I just wanted to talk to you first.

- Oh my god! Why? What's going on now?

- I don't know, but I am gonna find out.

- You think that Gabriel and this other man

are somehow connected?

- I know they are.

- How?

- Me.

Look, what about the clinic?

Uh, was there anything that may have happened,

an incident with a patient that I don't know about

when I was away?

- No, his patients loved him.

You know that.

- [Sighing]: Yeah.

- And the clinic's record's been perfect

since the day it opened.

- No, it's not. It's not perfect.

- Joanne, are you all right? - Uh...

[Man talking, indistinct]

- [Woman]: Sure.

- Hey, Ryan, is that file the best you can do?

- Hey, Brian. - Hey.

- Where's that sorry excuse of a partner of mine?

- Said he was out double-checking alibis.

Anything I can help with?

- Not unless you've got a fresh lead in that file.

- Sorry. Not having much luck, are we?

- Let's see...

- Wife, solid alibi.

- Partner, ex-flame,

potentially the next victim.

Second victim is proof of that.

Blackmailer, again, solid alibi.

- Well, you better figure this thing out quick.

You're running out of room on the board.

Looks like you have to start back up at the top.

- Brian, you're a genius.

- Um, thank you.

[Beeping]

[Birds chirping]

Who's Sheila Norman?

- She's the first victim's former patient,

the reason he was being blackmailed.

- And, uh, what are you doing now?

- I'm looking for an autopsy report from a few years ago,

but for the life of me, I can't find it.

- Oh, I can,

if you know if there was or

still is an active investigation.

See, if the autopsy report ruled out any further investigation,

then it would've been archived

in the medical examiner's office.

If there was an investigation,

then it'd be here with us.

- In this case, there was no investigation.

- Then it would be at the M.E.'s office.

- Can we access files from here? - Oh, yeah, sure.

- And I would do that how? - You would ask me.

- It's pretty simple.

You just gotta know where to look.

- Hmm... Oh, excuse me.

[Ringing]

[Beep]

Lieutenant Landers. - Lieutenant, Joanne Connors.

You asked me to call if I thought of anything

that might help.

- Yes. Have you? - I have.

I am sitting outside of 1681 Droxford Avenue.

It was Sheila Norman's address before she died.

I'm pretty sure her husband still lives here

and I think he may know something about the murders.

I'm gonna try and talk to him and find out.

- Listen, Dr. Connors, do not confront this man.

Do you understand?

- But if there's a chance that they know some--

- If Mr. Norman still lives there, we'll contact him.

Tomorrow, Det. Bishop and I will question him properly.

- But I'm sitting outside of the house now.

- Not today. Turn around, drive back home.

Do we understand each other, Doctor?

- Yeah. Yeah, we do.

[Beep]

Mr. Norman?

- Dr. Connors.

- Hi, I--I'm sorry to bother you like this.

I--I know this probably isn't a good time,

but I really need to talk to you.

- All right, come on in.

- You have a beautiful son.

- His name is Joseph.

About a year after Sheila passed...

- Thank you.

- ...I met Mary.

- He's the spitting image of his father. He looks just like him.

- Yeah, except, he's not gonna grow up

to work sheet-metal 10 hours a day like his old man.

No, he's gonna be a doctor, like you or like Sheila's dad.

- I didn't know Sheila's father was a doctor.

- Yeah, an obstetrician, like you.

- An obstetrician?

- He died, like, 20 years ago.

But he's the reason why Sheila wanted to be a nurse.

- Mmm!

So oftentimes, Sheila would go along with him.

She loved that. She got a great kick out of it.

- Um, I know this is odd,

but did he happen to leave any of his things to Sheila?

- Uh, yeah.

Sorry, Doctor, I don't mean to be rude,

but what's this all about?

- Um...

you remember my--my partner, Dr. Haynes?

- Of course.

- He, uh, he's dead,

murdered actually.

- I'm sorry to hear it.

But what does it have to do with me?

You think I had something to do with his murder?

- Um, the weapon used was a,

uh, specialized medical instrument.

[Cell phone ringing]

- Blair, the baby's sleeping.

- Sorry. I totally forgot it was on.

[Beep]

- Um, listen, Mr. Norman,

the police don't know anything about you.

It was me, actually.

I--I--I don't know, I thought that maybe if I sat with you,

spoke to you, face to face--

- You'd discover if I killed anyone?

- Yeah, fair enough.

Um...

I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I have bothered both of you.

- Wait.

I might have something.

Is that what you're looking for?

This was Sheila's dad's medical bag.

It was in a box of Sheila's stuff

I haven't gone through yet.

Um, there--there's a needle missing from the set.

Do you have any idea what might've happened to it?

- I have no idea. I've never even opened that bag before.

I don't know where that needle would be.

- Actually, do you mind if I take this with me?

I just wanna show someone.

It's fine with me.

- I promise I'll bring it right back.

- Yeah, no rush.

- Honestly, I'm very sorry

about bringing all of this back up for you.

- I'll show you out.

- Thank you.

[Beep]

- There you go.

Sheila Norman. Deceased. Autopsy report.

- Thanks, Brian.

- She's all yours.

- [Whispering]: What?

[Beep]

[Birds chirping]

[Line ringing]

[Crickets chirping]

[Cell phone beeps]

[Car security beeps]

[Siren in distance]

[Beeping]

[Door squeaking]

- Dr. Connors, I'm sorry. The front door was open.

I didn't mean to frighten you. - Melissa.

- I know you said you were fine.

but I wanted to bring a little something.

I thought you might be hungry.

- You're very, very sweet.

I, um, I have so much work to do.

Do you mind if maybe--

- Oh, it's OK. I understand.

- Thank you. I, um, I'll see you at the clinic.

- I don't understand what's happening with you late--

[Screaming]

[Melissa whimpering]

- Hey, doc!

- Aaah! No, no, no!

- Don't move! - No! OK, OK!

- Get up!

- OK.

- You don't remember me, do you?

- No.

- Doesn't matter. I remember you.

- What do you want?

[Grunts]

[Whimpering]

- You sure you don't remember me?

- No!

You were--you were there that day.

- We did everything we could.

[Crying]

- Sheila! No!

What about the baby?

- I'm so sorry.

- No! No!

- Good for you. Head of the class.

I'd just been assigned to undercover

when you killed Sheila.

- I didn't kill her.

- Yes, you did, doc!

[Panting]

Here's some irony for you.

It was Sheila who convinced me to join the police force,

said I was born to be a detective.

But between you and me and these 4 walls,

I don't like it very much.

The only thing that kept me going ever since she died

was knowing that we'd meet up again.

Oh, I knew you'd come back

All I had to do was wait and be patient.

I got myself assigned to this precinct,

just so I'd be close for your homecoming.

Oh, I waited for you, Dr. Connors. I waited.

- Please don't do this.

- Tell me something, Joanne.

- No!

- Do you mind if I call you Joanne, huh?

Oh, thank you.

When the lieutenant told you that Gabriel was dead,

did you feel what I felt when you killed my sister?

- I didn't kill her! It was a blood clot!

It was an embolism!

- When our parents were killed, it was Sheila who raised me,

Sheila who worked hard to put herself in nursing school

so I could have a better life.

She was more a mother than a sister,

and you ripped her away from me!

- No!

- Do you have any idea what it's like

to lose someone that you really love?

[Sobbing]

Oh, hang on. Yeah, I guess you do.

- You bastard!

- You filled my sister's head with hope and lies!

You gave her something she was never meant to have.

It wasn't supposed to be!

- No!

[Panting]

It's beautiful, isn't it?

Look at it.

[Sobbing]

Look at it!

What happened to your Hippocratic Oath, huh?

Your promise to do no harm

through ethical medicine and care?

Or was that just another lie?

- No!

- You know what this is?

Oh, of course you do.

- No!

- Let me show you how it works.

Aaah!

[Screaming]

[Groans]

[Panting]

- Help me.

[Panting]

- I'm not done with you yet.

[Groaning]

[Grunts]

[Grunts]

You're gonna pay for everything you've done.

[Grunting]

All right, you've put up a good fight,

but it's time to end this.

Goodbye, Doctor!

[Cell phone ringing]

[Grunts]

- Ah!

[Panting]

- Is she gonna be OK?

- She has some internal bleeding,

but the E.M.T.s think she'll be fine.

No major organs were hit. She was very lucky.

- You saved my life tonight.

Thank you.

- I was just doing my job.

Are you gonna be OK?

- I don't know. I hope so.

- Also, Michael Kirby's family has been notified.

I have their numbers should you want to contact them.

- Yeah, that wou-- That would be good.

- It's hard to believe

that the killer was beside me this whole time,

that he was even capable of doing this.

- He had a lot of people fooled.

- But I was his partner.

- Don't second-guess yourself, Lieutenant.

You're good at what you do.

- I guess maybe I need to take some time off...

maybe follow your lead and go find myself.

- Yeah, the next time I try and find myself,

it's gonna be in my own backyard.

- Well, there's always hope, right?

- Yeah, there's always hope.

[Man on CB, indistinct]

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