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Oh, why, thank you, sir.

I thought you were supposed
to have the day off today.

Had the whole thing planned out...

a new book, an old Bordeaux,

and some stinky cheese.

So what happened?

Short-staffed, I guess.

Dr. Matheson's wife had a baby.

Oh! I didn't even know he was married.

I'm shocked.

You printed it, right?

Turn the infernal thing off, would you?

Good morning, detective.

Soon to be afternoon

then night, and the whole
monotonous shebang,

just "Groundhog Days" back up on itself.

This girl could be hardly more than 24.

23. Elena Rosas. ID Says
she's from Wynnefield.

The body was discovered by the maid

after she heard the gunshot.

Did she have any personal
belongings, luggage?

Just a purse. There was
a cell phone and a wallet,

but no money or car keys.

Maybe a robbery gone bad, huh?

She's well-groomed, nicely dressed.

She doesn't belong here.

There is a distinct lack of blood
around the body,

and people don't usually die from
a single gunshot wound to the arm.

And here's where you tell me
she's actually made of straw

or was born with three hearts.

How about instead you just
give me the cause of death

so I can move on with my day?

I'd be happy to, detective,
if I knew what it was.

Our victim paid cash
and didn't sign the register.

Imagine that.

What was she doing in this place?

I doubt it was for the continental
breakfast and the free Wi-Fi.

Maybe she's a prostitute.

She was wearing a business suit.

That's not exactly the sexiest outfit.

Unless you're into that sort of thing.

Anyway, in typical no-tell motel fashion,

our manager knows nothing,

except that she showed up
in a car and, I quote,

"one of those boxy japanese jobs."

And now it's gone.

Okay. Hey, what's up with Bud today?

Oh. Again?

Yep. It's gonna be one of those days.

Oh, sorry. Uh, I was just
rearranging your instruments.

The new deaner had them
completely out of order.

How do you know what order I want them in?

Well, you know,

they don't call me
"Eagle Eye Ethan" for nothin'.

Nobody calls me that.

Hey.

Hey. What was that all about
this morning at the crime scene?

What was what all about?

You and Sam... the... the arched
eyebrows, the sighing.

You mean to tell me you didn't notice?

There was a murder victim to attend to.

I think that takes precedence over...

whatever it is you're going to tell me.

Bud's mood? The... the way
he was barking at everybody?

Uh, isn't he always like that?

Bud is having problems with his wife again.

I thought he was divorced.

You know, if you applied

that laser focus you have
to the people around you,

you wouldn't have to ask.

Elena Rosas looks to be

in very good physical condition.

She has two lacerations on the gums

above the right upper lateral incisor.

Some kind of dry liquid on her blouse.

Run that after you put the clothes

- on the drying rack, please.
- No problem.

Also swab this right forefinger.

Looks like there's
some kind of blue ink on it.

Bruises on the right forearm.

Matching ones on her left.

Hmm. Cuts in the mouth, bruises on the arm.

Looks like she might have tried
to fight off her killer.

That's why she didn't bleed very much.

- It's an ABC wound.
- ABC?

"A" being the initial entry wound.

The bullet travels through the arm,

providing "B," the exit wound.

And "C" is the reentry
wound into her torso.

And the arm was pressed
against the body as she fell,

preventing blood loss.

So she was killed by a shot in the arm.

Let's get some pictures.

There's the bullet. It's in bad shape.

It's not unusual,

since it impacted several
bones on its way in.

Looks like it punctured
the ascending aorta.

She bled out internally.

So that's our cause of death.

I know that Bud and Sam are
tearing that motel room apart,

but it's gonna be near impossible

for them to tie a deformed bullet to the
shooter's gun without the striations.

Megan.

Come back to me.

Look at that.

Surgical clips.

She had brain surgery.

I have to see what was done to her.

Once a neurosurgeon...

Scarring looks to be
at least... a few years old.

Clean sutures. Nice work.

Oh, my God.

What? What is it?

This girl...

she was one of my patients.

Body of Proof 1x03 - Helping Hand
Original air date April 5, 2011

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How are you doing?

How could I not recognize a former patient?

I'm still wondering what
tipped you off exactly.

Neurosurgeons all perform surgery
in their own unique way.

It's... it's almost like a signature.

Some drill more than one hole in the skull,

and for that particular surgery,
I usually drilled three.

I also beveled the bone edges
so that they were smoothed,

and used 5-millimeter burr hole
covers to cap the bone removal.

- And those surgical clips...
- Medical file came for you.

From Northeast General...
isn't that where you...

You're welcome. Isn't that
where you used to work?

Elena Rosas was one of her patients.

Six years ago.

She had an arteriovenous
malformation in her brain.

Abnormal tangle of blood vessels.
It forms before birth.

You can live your whole life
and not even know you have one,

but she slipped near a swimming pool,

causing hers to rupture. Hmm.

You saved her life.

You think that would make me remember her.

Megan, you've had hundreds of patients,
before and after. You can't

- possibly be expected to remember...
- Wait. I do remember her.

I couldn't embolize the deep feeders

from the left middle cerebral artery

because of the risk of aphasia,
so I mobilized the A.V.M. nidus.

- That's good, right?
- I can't remember Elena Rosas as a patient,

but I can remember her
as a surgical procedure?

- A lot's changed since then.
- Has it?

Where you going?

I am going to apologize
to her the only way I can...

try to find her killer.

Excuse me. I was told to see...

Dr. Hunt?

Mr. Rosas.

Oh, hey. Ethan, did you run those
trace samples on Elena Rosas?

Yeah, yeah, uh, the blue dye on her finger
was too diluted to get a reading on,

but the crusty trace on her...
blouse was milk.

- Milk? What kind?
- Uh... human.

Go ahead and say it, Ethan.

Breast milk. Go on.

Okay, I don't have to. You just did.

So her baby spit up on her.

Except Elena wasn't lactating,

and we didn't see any changes
in the shape of her cervical os.

So she's never even been pregnant.

Well, whose baby was it then?

Uh, well, we... that test really
doesn't give us a name.

Or am I missing something?

I didn't expect to see you here.

You're, uh, no longer with
Northeast, uh, General?

Uh, no, I... I gave up my
practice a few years ago.

I'm a medical examiner now.

Oh, so you've seen...

my baby?

I am so sorry, Mr. Rosas.

You know...

you were actually a big influence on her.

- I was?
- Yeah. You... you remember.

Uh, Elena's mother died
when she was very young.

Uh, she grew up without many women around,

no role models.

And then she fell and needed the operation.

When she opened her eyes again,

you were the first thing she saw...

this brilliant woman who...

gave her her life back.

She decided then she...

wanted to make a difference,

like you.

Thank you for telling me that.

She became a social worker

with, uh, Child Protective Services.

She sounds like an admirable young woman.

She was...

hardworking, selfless,

never took time for herself.

I urged her to move out of the house,

to find somebody.

Maybe...

start her own family.

She said there were too many other families

to take care of first.

Oh, how could anybody do this to her?

We are going to find out, Mr. Rosas.

I promise you that.

Elena's supervisor's on a phone call.

- He'll be right with us.
- Where's Bud?

I convinced him to take a long lunch.

Because of his wife?

- What?
- Sorry about that.

Jeremy Nichols.

I can't believe what happened.

Mr. Nichols, we just have
a few questions for you.

- How long did Elena work here?
- Uh, about a year and a half.

And your department oversees
the city's foster care program?

They also investigate any reported
incidences of child abuse or neglect.

- Um, that's correct.
- So it would be pretty standard for Elena

to get in the middle
of volatile situations?

- All too standard.
- Did Elena ever receive any threats?

Well, if she did, she never mentioned any.

She was pretty tough. I really admired her.

- Can we see her cases?
- Uh, sure.

We're all forced to bite off
more than we can chew,

but Elena always handled
her share and more.

How do you mean?

Well, we're pressured to
close cases within 30 days,

but she did follow-up visits
for as long as it took.

As long as what took?

For her to be sure that the
minor was being treated

in a way that satisfied her
and not just the system.

With our volume, you can
start to see these kids

as case files and statistics,

but she really got to know
each and every one of them.

Did Elena ever have any business at the
Midtowner Motel on Jackson Street?

Well, I can't see why.

That area's not even in her territory.

Then where was she supposed to be?

Well, she had five home visits
scheduled this morning,

but I have no way of knowing which ones

she got around to actually visiting.

I do. She had dried breast
milk on her blouse.

Do any of those cases involve a baby?

Hello?

You Holly Bennett?

Sorry. Uh, we were on a
walk when I got your call.

I came as soon as I could. Here, baby.

I'll just be a second, okay?

Um... Elena was killed?

I just saw her this morning.

We realize that, which is why
we've come to ask a few questions.

Oh, sure. What about?

Child Protective Services
stopped by a few months ago

to investigate a possible
domestic violence situation.

Yeah, it was just my boyfriend
Freddy. He yelled a lot.

Yeah, Elena didn't find
any evidence of abuse,

but she did find cocaine.

Didn't she take your baby away from you

until the two of you were drug tested?

Yeah, those drugs were Freddy's.
I never touched the stuff.

And the test proved it. I got Tessa back.

We checked every home
that she was supposed to visit,

and she never made it to any of 'em.

That's a long time to spend just with you.

Yeah. She noticed I was depressed.

- About what?
- Freddy. I kicked him out.

Thanks to Elena. She said being a parent

was a lot more than just biology,

that you had to earn the right.

I don't regret it at all,

but, you know, sometimes
it's hard being alone.

Did Elena hold your baby when she was here?

Yeah. They were playing.

She was great with kids.

Tessa spit up on her.
She didn't even blink.

She would have been a great mom.

Do you have any idea where
she might have gone

- after she left your house?
- I'm not sure.

But she did get a phone call.

Do you happen to know
who that might have been?

No. But she sounded a little stressed

and she took off pretty quick.

I just wanted to see how things were going.

Uh, Sam is poring over Elena's case files,

I wanna get a closer look at this bullet.

No, I actually meant how
are things going with you?

Fine. I'm fine.

It's not that hard, you know,
to connect with people.

Just take an interest.

What are you talking about?

Nothing.

So the bullet... you were, um, you
were looking for something?

Yeah. It is a .32

and too deformed to run through ballistics,

just like Peter thought.

But I thought I'd look to see
if there was anything else,

like... that.

There's something caked on the bullet.

So it hit something before
it entered our victim.

Yeah, but not something.

Someone.

You found another person's
skin on the tip of the bullet?

How the heck do you know it
doesn't belong to the victim?

Elena Rosas was hispanic.

That skin showed
a distinct lack of pigment.

It's caucasian. We sent
a sample to the DNA lab.

Maybe we'll get an ID.

So someone else was shot
in that motel room.

The question is, did
the killer get shot

in a struggle, or do we have
another victim out there?

C.S.U. processed the entire room,

and the only blood they found was Elena's.

There were no spatter patterns.
No spatter means no trajectory.

We have no way of knowing

where Elena was standing when she was shot.

And we have no idea where the shooter
was standing in the room either.

We did find a busted-out
window in the bathroom.

That may have been the killer's
entry and exit points,

but there were no biologicals.

All right, so where does that leave us?

I'm still stuck on what she was doing

in that motel room in the first place.

Holly Bennett said that
Elena got a phone call.

From a pay phone. Are we sure
that Elena wasn't doing

any other social services on the side?

- She wasn't a prostitute, okay?
- Fine. Whatever.

What happened here?

Okay, could you... leave me alone?

I'm just... saying,

Sam spoke to Elena's father,

and he didn't know of
anybody she was seeing.

But if she did want to see
somebody under the radar,

that motel would be the perfect place.

I think he would know. They were
living under the same roof.

But even the most observant
person in the world

can miss what's going on
right in front of 'em.

If you are so sure that
she was hiding something,

then let's go find out for ourselves.

Fine. But we're taking two cars.

- Dr. Hunt.
- I'm sorry to bother you, Mr. Rosas.

This is my colleague, detective Bud Morris.

Sir, I'm very sorry for your loss.

- Thank you.
- Would you mind if we came in?

Oh, of course not. Please. Come in.

Please.

Uh. You mentioned that, uh,

you encouraged Elena to get out more

to try and meet somebody?

Did she ever follow your advice?

No. Like I told the other detective,

she never went out, except for work.

Would you mind if we took a look
at your daughter's bedroom?

It's at the end of the hall.

If you don't mind, I can't go in. Not yet.

Thank you.

I heard you took a long lunch yesterday.

What are you, my time clock now?

You want to talk about it?

Talk about what?

Your wife.

I... I can't take an interest?

Why now, all of a sudden?

Never mind.

She says I take her for
granted, then I blow up.

Then she blows up.

Tells me I'm married more
to my job than to her,

that she's glad we never had kids.

I tell her, somebody's
gotta pay the mortgage,

then she gets pissed, kicks me out,

my stuff goes flying out the window.

And I find myself picking
everything out of the bushes,

wondering which hotel has the best minibar.

So much for sharing.

Check it out. "Philly Floral Works."

Elena had an admirer.

"Hope you reconsider."

"Jeremy."

Mr. Nichols, you neglected to tell us

you had a thing for Elena.

We spent a lot of time together.

It was natural.

For you, maybe not for her.

What were you hoping she would reconsider

when you gave her the flowers?

We had a dinner date last week,

but she canceled,

said she didn't feel right
about going out with her boss.

Sounds like she was trying
to tell you to leave her alone.

No. No. She was just shy.

I found this by the trash.

Guess the flowers didn't work.

Believe me, I am a connoisseur
of failed romantic gestures.

I bet you that rejection pissed you off.

- Lift up your shirt sleeves.
- What for?

Caucasian skin was found
on the bullet that killed Elena.

Take off the bandage, please.

Look like a bullet wound to you?

No. It's a bite mark.

- Are we done here?
- You're not exactly off the hook.

Elena had cuts in her mouth
and bruises on both arms.

You get violent with her? Hmm?

Okay. Okay.

I went over to her house
the day before she was killed,

with the flowers.

Her father was out.

She read the card and she
just started freaking out.

How so?

Shaking, clenching her jaw...

it was like she was having
some kind of seizure.

What did you do?

I tried to help her.
That's when she bit me.

How long did the seizure last?

I don't know. Not more than 20, 30 seconds.

What'd you do after?

She was upset.

She told me to take the
flowers and leave, so I did.

That's the last time I saw her. I swear.

Curtis. Have you seen Ethan?

Oh, wait.

There it is.

Your victim's brain?

Mm-hmm. And our prime suspect
is saying she had a seizure.

- What?
- Nothing.

Mnh-mnh. That look's never nothing.

Oh, I was just wondering how you've been.

Because I took two personal days?

They don't roll over, you know.

No, that's not what I meant. I...

What'd you do? Anything fun?

You've been riding me since you got here,

and now you want to get to know me better?

Fine. Be like that.

The truth is, there's not much to know.

Ethan, on the other hand...
now that boy's interesting.

How so?

He's an accomplished chef of indian food,

likes extreme camping,

- and has memorized every James Bond movie.
- Really?

Oh, yeah. Girl, he's got layers.

Thought you'd like to know... DNA came back

on the foreign tissue from that bullet.

P.D. matched it to a kid named Sean Wilcox,

released from juvie two
days ago after serving time

for weapons possession. Apparently,

he's got a cell phone.

They're triangulating the signal now.

Don't have the look, don't have the name

Don't have the walk, don't wanna talk

Don't have the say in how your town

Could be the next big thing

Aw, c'mon

Aw, c'mon

Aw, c'mon

Aw, c'mon

Hands up.

On your head.

Go back inside. Nothing to see.

Sean Wilcox.

Let me guess...

you cut yourself shaving?

You knew Elena Rosas.
She was your caseworker.

She was assigned to you a year ago

- when you were still in foster care.
- She found that gun on you,

- and maybe you figured you'd get revenge.
- It wasn't like that.

- You fled the scene in her car.
- I didn't kill her. Okay?

When she busted me, I never
wanted to see her again.

But she kept coming to juvie
to check on me, week after week.

Finally I asked her, "why don't
you leave me the hell alone?"

You know what she said?

She said a lot of people had
failed me, but she never would.

She'd be there to help when I got out.

She was the first person to ever
really come through for me,

and now she's dead.

Elena rented that motel
room for you, didn't she?

Yeah. She said she'd
float me till I got a job.

What happened in the motel
yesterday morning, Sean?

Ms. Rosas showed me the room.

She gave me a key.

Then she had to go to work.

I was tired. I turned on the
TV, fell asleep on the bed.

For how long?

A couple hours, till she came back.

Checking on me again, I guess.

I heard her open the door. I got up.

I bent down to pick my
shirt up off the chair,

and then boom... a shot.

- Coming from where?
- I don't know.

I didn't even know
I was hit until I stood up.

And then I saw her...

Okay, if you didn't shoot Elena, why run?

Who's gonna believe me?

You?

Excuse me. I need to change that bandage.

That is some infection.

You have culturette swabs here?

- Yeah.
- Get me four swabs, please.

He didn't see the shooter...
in a 15x20 room.

You really think he shot
himself in the neck

- and then killed Elena?
- I've seen weirder. You read his file.

That kid's had a rough go.
You don't come back from that

after just one helping hand.

Elena sounds more like a force
of nature than a helping hand.

Okay, so if he did kill her,

then why didn't he keep running, huh?

I mean, why was he at that wrecking yard,

only five miles away from the crime scene?

Maybe that wasn't a coincidence.

Sean?

Hello?

Who is this?

Philly P.D. And you are?

Vincent Stone.

What do you want?

To know why Sean Wilcox
called your number six times

- the past day alone.
- He in some kind of trouble?

I don't know. You're the one
who spoke to him. You tell us.

Of course I talked to him.
I'm like a father figure to Sean.

Only constant he's had in his life.

Well, considering he's now
a murder suspect, that

- doesn't speak very highly of you, does it?
- Murder?

- Are you familiar with Elena Rosas?
- Never heard of her.

Whoa. Let's try that again.

You got blue dye on your neck.

You know what's funny? Our murder victim

- had the same thing on her finger.
- So?

So the new pepper sprays
are infused with colored dyes,

makes it easier to identify attackers.

You know Elena Rosas now?

Fine. I met the broad two days ago,

but only 'cause she came
here looking for me,

trying to tell me to stay away from Sean.

So you got violent, she defended herself?

Violent? No. Pissed? Yeah.

Told her to get the hell off my property.

She wouldn't leave, and
when I grabbed her arm,

she sprayed that crap all over me.

Now why would Elena tell
you to stay away from Sean

unless you were part of his
troubles in the first place?

That gun...

that Elena found on Sean
didn't belong to him.

It belonged to you, didn't it?

Elena got a call right
before she was killed,

from a pay phone two blocks from here.

Oh, you didn't want that call
traced because that was

the call that sent Elena
hurrying back to the motel

to take care of Sean, and
that's when you killed her.

That's a really good story.

Why don't you come back
when you have some proof,

all right?

I'm going back to work.

Hey. What are you doing?

A bullet grazed one of our suspects,

and the wound showed an advanced infection.

I sent a swab to microbiology

for a culture and sensitivities

and a culture for fungus and A.F.B.,

but I'm also doing my own Gram's stain.

Ah. To see what infected it.
Do you mind if I...

No.

So...

- you like James Bond, right?
- James Bond?

What, are you kidding? You want
a little wine with that cheese?

No, thank you.

I mean, unless you like James Bond.

You like to cook.

What's your specialty?

Uh... I... I'm not following.

I... I don't... I don't cook.

You don't go extreme camping?

I don't even know what that is.

Well, then what the hell do you like?

Um, I don't... I'm sorry. I don't know.

I'm... I like...

I like this, the job,

the science.

Hey.

- I do, too.
- Yeah.

Do you see the india ink anywhere...

Eagle Eye?

Ha ha ha ha!

Check that out!

Wow. What is that?

Sean Wilcox had a fungal
infection in his wound...

cryptococcus neoformans, to be exact.

Morris.

- Where are you?
- Back at the motel.

If we can put Vincent Stone in the room,

- we got him.
- Sean Wilcox got infected

with a cryptococcus neoformans fungus.

You get it by being near pigeon droppings.

Uh, the dried feces can become airborne,

contaminating anything in its vicinity.

I'm sure this has a point

- besides utterly grossing me out.
- Don't you get it?

The bullet transferred
the fungus onto Sean's skin.

It must have passed through
something with the fungus on it

before hitting him.

Like a dirty window screen.

Like a dirty window screen.

Nice one, doctor.

The shot didn't come
from inside the room...

Because the shooter was standing outside.

Let's do a little role-playin' here.

If we believe Sean Wilcox,
he was asleep on the bed.

Oh!

Remind me to boil myself later.

All right, so Elena came in here.

Uh-huh.

All right, and she fell
here, which means...

she was standing about here.

All right? So Sean gets up,

- he grabs his shirt...
- Boom. The bullet flies through the screen,

grazes my neck, and sails
right into your arm.

- Too late?
- Oh, no, you're right on time.

You see that hole in the screen?

Uhh! Don't touch it unless
you want bird poop disease.

You're the shooter. Line up with us.

Got it.

The shooter was standing right about here.

Casing ejects back, to the right...

Truck here, truck here...

Voila!

Our killer left a .32
caliber casing behind.

Breech marks can tie the casing
back to the gun that fired it.

One thing... we don't have the gun.

I thought you said that Vincent Stone was

- behind Sean's weapon possessions charge.
- Well, my hunch

and a bullet casing do not a warrant make.

And I don't see Stone inviting us

to search his property for guns.

I know one person who
may be ready to help us.

Officer, may I have a minute, please?

Sean, we've become aware of a few things

since we last spoke.
Did you know that Elena

- confronted Vincent on your behalf?
- What?

She blasted him with pepper spray,

told him to leave you
alone because she knew

that you used to work for him.

- Doing what, Sean?
- I don't want to talk about it.

You know, Vincent doesn't have
a record, but he's no saint.

He lets guys like you do
his dirty work for him...

selling guns, moving stolen cars.

That's why you ran back
to him after the murder...

because it's what you know.
Sean, did you ever think

that maybe that was exactly his plan?

Okay, I'm gonna tell you

something that most people don't know.

I was a foster kid.

Yeah, I bounced around for
a while, and then I got lucky.

You know, I got... I got
adopted into a good home.

Loving parents, three sisters...

instant family.

But some of those scars never fade, Sean.

I know that you think that Vincent

may have been helping you out.

When you got nothing,

any hand that reaches out
to you in the darkness

seems like it's worth grabbing hold of.

I know that.

But Vincent is a bad guy.

Okay? And Elena knew it,

and she put her life
on the line, helping you out,

and that may have gotten her killed.

So what...

what do I do now?

You do the right thing

by the only person who ever
came through for you.

If Vincent is selling illegal guns,

you need to tell us where they are.

My girl's ready to take control

She just blows my mind

Yeah!

She wakes up scared of getting old

She don't feel no shame

She knows so many pretty boys

They are all the same

They say, "Oh, hey there,
girl, tell me what do you do?"

She said, "Nothing, but I'm damn sure"

"It's more than you"

Wow.

- Look at you.
- Yeah, early dinner date.

Oh. Who's the mystery man?

Just a guy. It's still pretty new.

Well, good luck.

Thanks.

- So you wanted to see me?
- Yeah. I just wanted to say congrats

on the cryptococcus finding.

Yeah, it's nice when pigeon crap can

- serve a useful purpose.
- Yeah, that's an understatement.

They seized over a hundred guns from

- Vincent Stone's property.
- Is one of them the murder weapon?

We don't know yet. They still have
to test-fire all the .32s

to match the casing
to the gun that fired it.

And it would have been helpful
if there'd been a print

or some DNA on the casing,
but there's no such luck.

The only thing trace analysis found was...

- rice flour, of all things.
- Rice flour? Can I see that?

What? What is it?

They can fire all the weapons they want,

but they're wasting their time.

Vincent didn't do it.

Let me get this straight.

I've got four C.S.U.s working overtime

test-firing all of Vincent Stone's guns

to prove he committed murder, but instead,

you want me to arrest someone
completely different

- based on flour?
- Uh, rice flour, actually,

fortified with bifidobacterium infantis.

- It's a probiotic.
- Like the good bacteria,

in yogurt, it helps digestion.

Well, he makes sensible
eating choices. Good for him.

It's not for adults.

It's for babies, hence the "infantis."

It's in baby cereal.

Wait. The bullet casing
had baby food on it?

The shooter had to have transferred it

to the bullet when the
magazine was being loaded.

Vincent Stone doesn't have kids.

Right. But I know someone who does.

- Yes?
- Step outside, please, Ms. Bennett.

What is it?

Jeremy.

Excuse me. Where are they going?
Excuse me!

You know why we're here.
You killed Elena Rosas.

What?! No! Why would I
do something like that?

- That's what we were wondering.
- When Elena came to your place

three months ago and found those drugs...

I told you. Those were my ex's.
I didn't... I tested clean.

But cocaine can clear the system

- a day after ingestion.
- Elena knew that.

That's why she came here yesterday.

What, did she catch you using again,

threaten to take your baby away from you?

What? You guys have it all wrong.

Really? Anything a mother puts in her body

- can end up in her breast milk.
- So?

So your baby spit up on Elena,
remember? You admitted it.

I ran a tox screen.

Your milk contained metabolites

that are specific to cocaine.

- You passed the drug to your kid.
- What? No.

Every time a social
worker suspects drug use,

a drug test is automatically ordered.

Elena was gonna order one on you.

- No. No!
- And you knew that

Elena would keep you to that test, you knew

that you'd fail and that you'd
lose your baby for good,

so you followed Elena to the motel.

Sean.

You killed somebody who actually
cared about you and your child,

and now you've lost them both.

No.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Please. Baby! Tessa!

T-tessa!

No, you can't do this. Please stop it.

You're under the arrest
for the murder of Elena Rosas.

- She's everything I have!
- You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be...

Wait! She's everything I have!
Please. Tessa!

No.

I wanted to be the one to tell you.

Did her job have something to do with it?

You have any kids?

Um, a daughter.

It's so difficult to raise
children, isn't it?

All the work you do trying to
protect them from the world,

but the hardest part
of all... letting them go.

I knew her work was dangerous.

My heart tightened every time
she left in the morning,

But I... I couldn't stop her
from doing what she loved.

Elena touched so many lives.

I... I witnessed it myself.

And by helping those who are too
young and... and too innocent

to help themselves,

what she did will long outlive her...

outlive all of us.

Thank you.

Uh...

I need a beach town

I need a haircut

And a new way of seeing you

A blue car

With the top down

Don't you ever sleep?

Actually, I came to see you.

Well, if this is about work,

I just... I can't, not right now.

No, no. It's not.

I need a postcard

You're divorced.

How'd you know when it was...

Oh, I didn't.

He did.

As usual, I just... I missed all the signs.

Yeah. Recurring theme in my life, I guess.

How are you and your wife doing?

Well, I can't go back,

not for a couple of days, at least.

It's just, I'm not ready
to give up, you know,

and not... not just because I'm catholic.

I've loved Jeannie since the day we met.

It'll all work out in the end.

It's the middle that's the hard part.

Tell me where to go

I can't sew.

You know, neurosurgery
is a lot like sewing.

I think I can handle it.

See you tomorrow, detective.

Tomorrow, doctor.

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