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Am I interrupting?

Lacey horseback riding.

I remember when a phone was just a phone.

You look well.

So do you.

And what's good here?

- Uh, blueberry scones. - Stains the teeth.

- Quiche. - Not a fan.

- Coffee? - Would you put that thing down?

This is supposed to be my quality time with my daughter.

I want to show you my favorite.

She looks just like you at that age.

I thought your father was out of his mind, letting you do that.

For God sakes, tell her to be careful.

You of all people should know how fast an accident can happen.

Can I have my phone back, please?

A Peter Dunlop just sent you a text message.

- "DB on Route 14. Chief wants U" - Mom.

Spelled the letter "U," by the way.

Just give me my damn phone, please.

I have to go.

Of course you do.

There's a dead body out there somewhere

- who's more important than I am. - As usual, you don't understand.

I understand, all right.

You care more about the dead than you do about the living

because they can't talk back.

Believe it or not, they have something to say.

You know that's Joe Salerno, right?

- He's one of ours. - He may be one of yours,

- but it's our scene until I say otherwise. - So say otherwise.

- Not until dr. Hunt gets here. - Yeah, that's right. Thanks.

We're joined at the hip now because of you.

Why don't you go start a canvass?

Oh, really? Look for suspects? Why didn't I think of that?

Hey, you! Get back! Up that hill right now.

We have got spectators. Why all the attention?

Victim's name is Joe Salerno...

18-year vet of the force,

- homicide detective for the past six. - Whoever hit him didn't stop.

The cops are out for blood on this one.

So was somebody else.

Bruising in the joints,

petechiae.

Not much on the ground. Huh.

See something?

It's what I'm not seeing that interests me.

- How long has he been here? - The call came just before daybreak.

His blood is not coagulating.

Two hours. It should be molasses by now.

Maybe the timeline's off.

Something's off. Peter, get a sample, will you?

Sure.

I cannot stress enough

the high profile nature of this case.

Really? You sure you want me on this?

I know what you're good at.

An hour on the news,

and the crazies are already calling in.

Frank Rizzo did it.

Traffic cam on the overpass is busted.

Next one's a mile away.

Too far to see anything,

but at least we have some license plates coming and going.

- Let's start running 'em down. - Um, detectives?

We got the driver.

How did I know you'd be waiting?

Cop killer. This is serious stuff. Can I help?

- No. - Aw, come on. Throw me a bone.

Taken from the scene. Label it "Priority", run a tox...

Priority? Blood scraped off the Schuylkill Expressway?

For all you know, this is half tire tread and motor oil.

Maybe that's what I'm testing for.

You know how big this case is. Why test blood

you know is contaminated with foreign matter?

Why not take blood directly from the body?

I plan to do that, too.

- Okay. Uh, the blood... should I run it? - No.

- Yes. - You may not have to.

Driver turned herself in.

24 year old named Sara Gonzales,

was on her way home from the late shift at Harry's Diner.

She heard it on the news.

Claims she felt a bump. Thought she hit an animal.

An animal? She didn't notice a grown man

standing in the path of her car?

That's why we're here, to confirm her story.

Well, the first thing I can tell you is,

Sara Gonzales wasn't lying.

Detective Salerno wasn't standing

in the middle of the road when she hit him.

He was lying on his back.

Are you telling me he was lying in the middle of the highway?

You okay?

We came out of the academy together.

Rode the projects before Joey made detective.

Does he have family?

Wife, Helen. I set them up.

They got an 8-year-old daughter.

- What have you got, Ethan? - Not much.

Just a wrinkled piece of paper with a green smudge.

The point of impact is here. You can see the gash...

runs across the shin, not up the leg.

I assume that nobody knows

- what he was doing out there. - That's right.

Well, he was run over by a car going at a considerable speed.

I can already tell you he's got massive internal bleeding,

but notice that there is not a lot of blood

- or bruising anywhere. - What are you trying to say?

He was already dead when the car hit him.

Body of Proof 1x08 - Buried Secrets Original air date May 10, 2011

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What are you doing here, Joey?

That's what we're gonna find out.

I met him working the Christmas murders back in '06.

I'm really sorry, Sam.

Yeah. Me, too.

So you find anything on him that could help us?

Wallet, pen, wedding ring, and that piece of paper

with some green grainy material on it,

but not enough to sample.

Mm. So what's your theory?

The tibia bones were driven into the bottom of the feet.

The heel bones were fractured bilaterally.

- The impact was vertical. - Vertical?

Yeah, you see it with jumpers all the time.

Joe Salerno was no jumper. You got that?

- I wasn't saying he was. - He didn't jump, Sam. My guess is

he was thrown or pushed after he was already dead.

- After? - So what did kill him? I mean,

his tox screen came back negative for drugs.

Well, he's got intracranial bleeding, bleeding gums...

- Leukemia? Thrombocytopenia? - Bleeding in the G.I. tract...

- Hemophilia? - Bleeding in his joints...

- I'm running another blood test, aren't I? - Now, please.

Our lieutenant said the Mayor's called already.

He wants a swift resolution,

- as if we don't. - So what'd you find out?

When was the last time you saw detective Salerno?

I don't know. Uh, last summer maybe. Why?

He's been on desk duty for the last couple of months.

Some drug dealer filed assault charges.

- He's under official review. - Does that sound like Joe?

No, no, not at all. Joe wears you down.

He doesn't beat it out of you. Let's go get this drug dealer.

Sam, maybe you should talk to Helen Salerno instead.

Okay.

Come with me.

I think you should get to know Joe before...

before you do what you do.

I'd like that.

And I'll go with you to interview the drug dealer.

That way, nobody else winds up on desk duty.

I got three pins in my elbow because of your dead detective.

- Is that why you killed him? - What do you think,

I was driving the Schuylkill this morning,

hoping that Salerno would jump in front of my car?

That's not how he died.

Somebody killed him and dumped him from the overpass.

Well, it wasn't me.

So what happened between you and detective Salerno

a couple of months ago?

I was on market one day,

helping some old ladies cross the street and whatnot,

when, uh, a car pulls up.

- Detective Roadkill... - That's detective Salerno to you.

Whatever. Comes chasing after me.

I don't have the info he wants,

so he decides to crank my arm and bash

- me up against the wall. - Yeah, 'cause you're an angel, right?

- Look, detective Salerno can kiss my a... - Peter!

Go easy, Peter!

Easy, Peter! What's with you cops?

- You all got a short fuse? - So what information

did you have that Salerno thought you could give him?

I don't know where he was last night.

That didn't worry you?

Not these days. I figured he was on a case.

Helen, Joe wasn't on a case.

What do you mean by "these days"?

Excuse me.

I'll give you guys a moment.

All right, Helen, talk to me. What's going on?

I don't know.

Joe hasn't been himself for a while.

How do you mean?

In the last six months,

he's been irritable, cranky.

I tried talk to him about it.

He just...

he'd just get sullen and removed.

We've barely spoken...

we've barely spoken in the last month.

I started to think...

No way, Helen. Joe loved you and Becky.

We're gonna get to the bottom of this.

We're gonna find out who did this to Joe.

Hi.

I'm Megan.

I'm Becky.

Hi, Becky.

Did you know my father?

No, I didn't, but I wish I did.

Wow. Those are beautiful.

Did you make those all by yourself?

- It's called origami. - Oh.

My dad folded the paper.

I colored them in...

until he stopped.

'Cause of work, I guess.

I'm making bracelets now.

Wanna help?

Dr. Hunt?

I gotta go.

Bye.

Helen Salerno thought Joe was working a case.

I hope to God he wasn't having an affair.

I wouldn't know how to break it to her.

He wasn't having an affair. He was freelancing an old case.

Lizzy Adler... student athlete, Penn Hill College.

- Murdered last year. Killer never found. Remember? - Yeah, sure.

Star Lacrosse player goes to team's end-of-year party,

wanders off, and no one sees her again

until she's found in a ditch in Cobbs Creek Park.

Well, Chuck Foster was the prime suspect in the case.

He left the party at the same time she did.

You know, Helen said Joe had been acting moody and distant.

And then he assaults Foster?

Look, I didn't know Salerno,

but that sounds like a lot of cops to me.

Not Joey.

Everybody's got that one case they can't let go of.

Anything new with our drug dealer?

Salerno suspected him of killing a girl named Lizzy Adler a year ago,

but he couldn't make it stick.

Huh. I'd like to see her autopsy report.

What's that?

I'm not exactly sure. I found it in his heart.

Is that some kind of stent?

Hey, you did that at the crime scene.

- What? - Is your paresthesia acting up again?

What is it with you?

Every time I have a problem,

you gotta point it out?

Maybe because you never allow yourself to have a problem, Megan.

I had breakfast with my mother, okay?

My hands went numb, and I dropped my knife.

Unfortunately, it didn't land in her jugular.

It's a complicated relationship.

It looks like it's an undigested capsule...

at least half of one.

How did it end up in his heart?

The horizontal impact of the car

pushed his ribs into his stomach and into his heart,

and this got caught along the way.

Zorpac. Is that a drug?

It's a brand name for a generic refillable.

So whatever he swallowed, it wasn't over-the-counter.

It was homemade.

Okay.

- There you go. - Thanks a lot.

All right. I'll see you soon.

Got any of these?

What... ow! Easy! Three pins, man!

- Oh, God! - Want to go for four?

Look, I'll tell you what I told Salerno a hundred times.

I was at the party. Lizzy was hitting on me.

- Oh! - Okay, I was hitting on her.

But then her coach stormed in, and that was it. Party's over.

- I never saw her again after that. - Oh. Really?

You didn't follow her, take her to the park,

- choke her, dump her in the mud? - Joe was getting warm,

so you made up the assault charges

- just to keep him away. - Did I make this up?

A broken elbow? Three pins?

- And, no, I don't want a fourth. - Then why don't we drop the B.S.?

We found a whole pharmacy in your apartment.

You've been doctoring pills,

and Salerno died with one of 'em inside him.

So why don't you save us some time

- and tell us what was in it?! - Look,

I... I don't know. He tossed my place more than once.

- Maybe he copped some pills. - You seriously expect me to believe

that Joe Salerno was stealing drugs from a maggot like you?!

Well, you asked for the truth, and I gave it to you.

And you, you're scaring me.

Well, then we'll take you to the best place that's safe from cops... holding.

All right, let's bring it in.

I know you're not walking.

I'm detective Morris. This is my partner, detective Baker.

Hi. Hal Davis. I heard about detective Salerno this morning.

- I figured somebody would be by. - Why is that?

Lizzy Adler... it's been a year since she died,

and he was still trying to figure out what happened.

You talked to him recently?

We... we've all spoken to him at one time or another.

He was here practically every morning for the last month.

What'd you tell him?

Well, he was interested in the night of the party...

- uh, who was there, what happened. - And that creep Chuck Foster.

That creeps says you ran him off.

Well, it was an unauthorized party.

I closed it down as soon as I found out about it.

Anything else?

- You want to say something, miss, uh... - Heather. Heather Clayton.

Heather, not your theory again.

Oh, you have a theory. Great.

I told detective Salerno.

Lizzy was a talker,

especially about boys, but when she died,

uh, she was dating someone she

- wouldn't tell us about. - I'm not sure I follow you.

Well, Penn Hill has strict fraternization rules.

A professor gets caught dating a student...

- well, it's a heap of trouble. - Coaches, too, I assume.

I'm flattered.

Was it the hair loss or the gut that made you ask?

What are you looking at me for?

Have you been in the records room recently? It's a nightmare.

- What are you looking for? - Lizzy Adler's file.

I've been in there for 30 minutes,

- and I can't even locate the A's. - That's not even how it's organized.

It's by medical examiner, then year,

then last name of decedent.

Lizzy Adler's autopsy was handled by Harold Robson,

who, as you know, is no longer with us.

This is about to turn into more work for me, isn't it?

Hey, detective.

You got the results from that second blood test?

- Uh, yeah. - Then why don't I know about it?

Well, I just... I just texted Dr. Hunt my findings.

Did you text it to me?

I'm... I'm not really supposed to do that.

I... I wish I could help, but...

Just tell me what killed my friend.

Uh, well, the first test was, um,

a standard tox screen.

Turned up nothing.

The second, because of all the internal bleeding,

was a specific test for anticoagulant factors.

Turned up warfarin, delivered in this.

You know, it's a funny thing about warfarin...

It was originally marketed as a rat poison

until it was found to be effective

at preventing thrombosis and embolisms in humans.

So you think this is funny?

No, no. Not funny ha ha, funny interesting.

Look, he died from warfarin poisoning.

But there's no way a... a single capsule that size could do it.

I mean, he was dosed over several days,

which pretty much nails this as murder.

D... doesn't it?

So you think the same person who killed Joe

killed Lizzy Adler?

It's a theory. Whoever killed Lizzy

wouldn't hesitate to kill the guy who was close to nailing him.

Hmm. Well, I finally found the original autopsy photos.

Ooh. Let's light 'em up.

Uh, "mud in nasal cavity consistent with suffocation in ditch."

"No evidence of any..."

Wait, wait, wa..., w... Hold on. Hold on.

- That's wrong. - What's wrong?

Look at this.

Huh. Tan lines.

Apparently, what Harold Robson thought, too, but look again.

Contact pallor?

She came to rest on something hard...

presumably a floor, but certainly not mud.

But it's pink from blood refilling the area.

- Which tells us... - She was moved...

...after she was dead, but before liver mortis set in.

So now what?

Is there anything in that report about a mark on her neck?

No.

Okay, then. We have our reason.

Reason to do what?

Mm-hmm. Oh, no. Mnh-mnh. Don't even say it.

Curtis... we're exhuming her.

You want me to notify Lizzy Adler's family?

You are so much more persuasive than I am.

- Does the chief know about this? - What do you think?

Dr. Hunt? Uh, detective Baker was here yesterday,

- asking... - Did you tell her about the warfarin?

Well, I know you prefer

- to keep results in-house unless you decide otherwise... - I do.

- ...but I kinda sort of... - But in his case, Salerno's her friend.

You ever lost a friend? Keep her in the loop.

- Here. - What's this?

It's a number for Lizzy Adler's family.

I need you to call them about an exhumation.

- Me? - Yeah, you.

We never release autopsy results until our investigation is complete,

and certainly not in the case of a dedicated member

of the Philadelphia Police Pepartment.

Our office will continue to work with the police

for a swift resolution in this case.

Oh, deftly done. Face time on TV

- and a plug for the police. - Glad you appreciate it.

Where are we on our investigation?

Lizzy Adler wasn't killed in Cobbs Creek Park.

I meant where are we on finding Joe Salerno's killer.

You may have noticed, he's the one on the news,

- not Lizzy Adler. - Her body was moved.

Our only chance of finding out from where is to exhume her.

If we find her killer, I bet that we find Salerno's.

After a year in the ground with decomp and contamination?

We finally have a cause of death on Salerno. Just run with that.

That's what I'm trying to do.

Get the body we have off the table

before you put another one on, okay?

Well, that's that.

That's not that, is it?

Is it ever?

Two mornings in a row. Must be some kind of record.

Good morning, mother.

Victor, did you know that this is my daughter?

Uh, good morning, your honor.

He's terrified of me.

You seem to be the only person who isn't.

If you're coming to me, something's wrong.

You despise owing me a favor.

Lizzy Adler was just 19 when she was killed.

And now the man dedicated to solving her murder is also dead.

I would like justice for them and their families.

- I know you can understand that. - And you notified the family?

Happening as we speak.

Uh, uh, she, uh, meets the burden, your honor.

She better.

You realize Elizabeth Adler is buried in Orchardbrook cemetery?

Thank you, mother.

Sometime last year, Lizzy clammed up about her love life.

So Sam's on campus now, looking for any old professors

that might want to keep an affair quiet.

In other words, you drew the short end.

Oh, no. I wanted to look at a girl who's been dead for a year.

Didn't know you were such a wuss, Bud.

What is that?

A ball?

A very old one.

The cover and the stitching are both animal.

See that hair sticking out there? That's animal, too.

What's it doing in the coffin?

Well, you have this more than in hand,

so I'll be on my way.

Go with the coffin, will you? Make sure they're careful.

I don't want them compromising that fungal layer.

You got it. Okay, let's take her to the hearse.

And you heard Dr. Hunt... gently.

Any error could affect the case.

My dad.

How old were you?

Lacey's age.

How'd it happen?

Suicide.

Are you sure, professor?

No, I have nev seen nor heard

of Joe Salerno in my life.

Have you heard of, uh, Sarah Kaiser or Anne Tanaka?

According to your dean,

they both accused you of coming on to them.

Girls get crushes.

Some of them get vengeful when they don't like their grades.

You recognize this?

We did a little research.

It's a 19th century Lacrosse ball made of hair and deerskin.

Used by the, uh, Iroquois, apparently.

And what do Sarah Kaiser, Anne Tanaka,

and Lizzy Adler have in common?

It's your native american history class

in which that Lacrosse ball was a well-known visual aid.

You dug Lizzy up?

You know, "Tosca", Puccini's opera?

Tosca murders Scarpia and then lays a crucifix on his body

- to appease her guilt. - Wait a second.

Wait a second. That's what this is about?

You think that I killed Lizzy?

You two were sleeping together, weren't you?

We shared an admiration for Lacrosse. That's all.

At her viewing, I slipped it into her casket

- as a memento of our friendship. - Oh, come on, professor.

She was having a relationship she was trying to hide,

and, you, the mention of her name,

can barely keep it together.

You two were having this thing, she wanted out,

- and you couldn't deal with it. - She didn't want out.

She was planning on taking me to dinner the night after she died.

Is that so?

Yes, detective. I was out of town.

She wanted to welcome me home.

Robson's report says Lizzy was suffocated in the park

because of mud found in her nasal cavity,

inhaled at the time of death.

But we now know the mud got in there when she was moved.

If we're lucky, we'll find, somewhere behind the mud,

what she actually inhaled when she took her last breath.

How'd he miss this?

He didn't. At the time of Lizzy's death,

any particulate matter in her nasal cavity

would have been loose and uncollectible.

But over time, her body desiccated,

and the foreign matter

- hardened into that plug. - Stop what you're doing, immediately.

You just broke the law.

You are the deputy chief. You're supposed to be the hammer

when it comes to procedure and budget.

- Have you forgotten who you work for? - You. I know.

Not me. The taxpayers. And they're not paying you to flout regulations.

We have a perfectly valid court order.

Forgetting for the moment that you disobeyed me...

which, quite frankly, I'm coming to expect...

did you even bother to inform the family about the exhumation?

- Ethan did. Didn't you? - I've been trying.

What? We broke procedure?

The Adlers moved to Miami.

Their number's unlisted. Th... that Philly number that Pete gave me,

- it's just a service. - Which you would've known

if you'd called it yourself or even waited long enough

for Ethan to get back to you. So now I get to explain

to the family that we violated their right to be informed,

and I really hope, for your sake,

that they don't want to file a formal complaint.

Tell them we're trying to find their daughter's killer.

That'll be all, Dr. Hunt.

Sorry.

Ah, better that the chief tells them anyway.

But I'm gonna let you make it up to me.

Find out what that is.

- You called me? - Uh, yeah.

I, um...

I... I... I didn't have many friends as a kid.

I had a couple.

Well, none. None, really.

Um, but I had a... a guinea pig named Kenny.

And, uh, one day, I left the door open

at my parents' house, and the neighbor's cat...

Wait. Hold on.

Are you comparing Joe Salerno to a guinea pig?

Yes.

You see...

It was the first time I ever experienced

the death of someone I loved.

I mean, I cried for weeks.

But the worst part was,

no one understood why.

Dr. Hunt wanted me to keep you in the loop.

All right, so what am I looking at?

The bottom layer is mud taken from Cobbs Creek Park,

where she was found.

The top layer is crushed shale and brick.

From where Lizzy was killed.

Yeah. Now shale and brick are

the most common constituents of clay...

the same stuff we found on that piece of paper

in detective Salerno's pocket.

Joe found the crime scene.

Somewhere where you inhale green clay.

Penn Hill's tennis courts.

Hey, detective?

Yeah?

I'm really sorry about your friend.

The party was in the field house over there.

And Lizzy's dorm was over there.

Tennis courts are right in the middle.

It's the perfect place for someone to jump her.

Chuck Foster or the professor?

It wasn't the professor. He was presenting a paper in Boston.

The coach says that Salerno was here almost every morning.

Was he that obsessive about every case?

No. But you never know

which cases are gonna hit you the hardest.

- He had a daughter himself. - Yeah,

but if I had a daughter and I was on this case,

- I'd want to be tucking her in every night. - What are you thinking?

I'm just wondering why a loving father and husband

becomes moody and withdrawn, stops talking to his wife,

and stops making origami for his daughter.

- He was frustrated. - Yeah, I'm frustrated, too,

but I'd be folding that paper every day if I could.

I gotta get to the lab.

I loaded Joe's neuropathology results.

You looking for something in particular?

Run a DNA test for CAG trinucleotide repeats in chromosome four.

You know this has nothing to do with the case.

This man has a wife and daughter who think he abandoned them.

If it was your father, wouldn't you want to know different?

What are you doing?

I spoke with the Adlers. They gave their blessing.

You didn't think to tell me that?

Hmm. How's that feel?

You know, I remember this case.

I... I remember her parents.

They were so distraught,

they couldn't even look at the body. They had to ask a friend.

We're more alike than you think, Megan.

I just follow the rules.

So you with me on this or not?

Body presents with a consistent fungal layer

due to interment over the course of a year,

minimal decomposition, and...

conspicuous absence of fungus on the nape of the neck.

- Some kind of antifungal agent? - I can't make out the shape.

Hold on.

Is that what I think it is?

The hand of her killer.

Our lieutenant said you had something for us to see.

A hand?

How is that possible?

Lizzy was pushed down and suffocated from behind.

Whoever killed her was wearing some kind of antifungal agent.

The previous M.E. had no reason to look for it,

but after a year,

it has given us a hand impression

surrounded by the fungus on the body.

An antifungal agent? Like, for athlete's foot?

Wait a minute. There's more. Look at the impression.

What don't you see?

A finger's missing.

And at the end of that missing finger

is a small little perpendicular scratch.

A finger splint.

And then look at this.

These pictures scroll backwards through time.

Fall season...

spring... and then the end of the regular season,

right before the national play-offs.

And if we zoom in...

I'll be damned.

Hantavirus.

All right, let's bring it in.

Detectives. Something else we can help you with?

We need to talk to Heather Clayton.

Okay. Uh, all right, the rest of you, running drills.

Come on. Let's go.

Yeah?

How'd you break your finger last season, Heather?

Uh, in practice. A girl ran into me.

- Lizzy Adler? - It was an accident. It happens.

- Did you also split your fingernail? - Wait. Hold on a minute.

- Excuse me. What's with all these questions? - Hit him, Peter.

- I'm sorry. What? - Hit him.

Lady, I don't know who you are,

- but... - Do I have to do everything myself?

- Hey! - Dr. Hunt, what the hell are you doing?

My job. Heather, after the party,

you followed Lizzy back to her dorm, didn't you?

You were mad at her. You were angry

that she broke your finger and blew your chances at the tournament.

You were also wearing

antifungal cream for your fingernail.

It was on both of your hands,

and it rubbed off on Lizzy's neck when you held her face down.

What you didn't realize is,

you were constricting blood to her brain

at the same time you were compressing her chest.

And when you finally let go, it was too late.

Whose idea was it to cover it up?

Don't say a word, Heather.

She couldn't move the body by herself.

It was you, coach, wasn't it?

Yeah, you know, you're just making this all up.

- Do you have a rodent problem? - What?

Hantavirus is carried by rodents.

Rodents are killed by warfarin, otherwise known as rat poison.

Have you been putting rat poison around your field?

You know what? That doesn't prove anything.

Heather,

I believe that what you did to Lizzy was a mistake.

But he convinced you to lie about it, didn't he?

And then he moved Lizzy's body and killed detective Salerno

when Salerno started getting too close to the truth.

How long are you gonna keep covering up for him?

Not a word, Heather.

I wanted to report it, but he told me not to!

You idiot! Can't you see that she's bluffing?

Oh, on the contrary, coach.

You know, you look a lot paler than you do in your team photos,

and you're kinda losing your hair.

- So? - So you probably thought that was due

to stress, stress from getting caught.

But stress didn't cause that.

Your capillaries are rupturing, coach.

Blood is pooling in your muscles and your joints...

all from warfarin poisoning.

Those capsules that you made to kill Joe Salerno?

You exposed yourself lethally.

You are now dying the same death that Joe did.

- I... I... I still say you' bluffing. - Oh, really?

Try telling me that when you go into hypovolemic shock

and the pain is so intense, you can't even speak,

let alone scream.

We have 72 hours to hold you

until we figure out the charges.

That should be long enough for the poison to do its job, eh?

Oh, yeah, I'd say more than enough.

- Hands behind your head, coach. - Heather Clayton,

you are under arrest for the murder of Lizzy Adler.

You have the right to remain silent.

No, you... you have to help me.

You saw detective Salerno

standing by the court day after day.

You knew he was closing in on Heather

- and that she'd crack under the pressure. - Yes.

But I know Joe, and there's no way Joe would ever do drugs.

They weren't drugs.

I brought him some... energy supplements.

He didn't know they were poison.

You killed a good detective, a better husband,

and the father of a little girl.

Do you really think I'm gonna help you?

I've been poisoned!

The M.E. said so!

Try this.

Cranberry juice?

Vitamin K.

It was either that or spinach.

Wait a second! That's it?!

I confessed for a bottle of cranberry juice?!

It leaves a bad taste, doesn't it?

Hi.

Heard you caught the killer.

The news has been singing your praises.

Now what particularly unpalatable favor shall I ask of you?

Let's see. We could go shopping together,

or we could try breakfast again,

or... I know.

One hour, no cell phone... sunday brunch at the club.

I will...

if you...

sign that.

This is an exhumation request for your father.

Still looking for answers after all these years.

He killed himself, Megan. He took the easy way out,

and he left me with his mess to clean up.

Without a note

and without a reason why.

Which you think you're gonna find by digging him up?

Maybe it... it was... medical?

Maybe he was trying to spare us?

Cancer?

A degenerative disease?

We will not know until we...

look.

No.

Why not?

Because you are the only one that wants to look.

Not everything is a mystery, Megan.

Your father left us.

Get over it.

I did.

Thanks, mom.

I got the CAG test results back.

- Thanks, Curtis. - You're welcome.

I will follow

I will follow

Till the stars fall down

Till the sun burns out

I will follow

I will follow

Till Gabriel's horn

Does sound...

Good-bye, detective.

Thank you for...

catching my husband's killer.

Helen, Dr. Hunt has something to tell you.

Joe was sick, Mrs. Salerno.

He had Huntington's disease.

It's a degenerative brain disorder

that probably went undiagnosed for at least a year.

I don't understand. Why didn't I see it?

You did. It was everywhere...

his... emotional distance,

his obsessiveness.

I... it even affected his manual dexterity.

That's why he stopped making origami for your daughter.

All of his behavioral changes

were symptoms of Huntington's,

and there's no way you could've known that.

This is Lizzy Adler.

Joe's obsession solved her murder.

He's a hero, Helen.

You've got a lot to be proud of.

Hi, Becky.

I have something for you.

What's that?

Something your dad made for you.

Something he carried in his pocket, every day...

I knew he didn't forget!

He never forgot.

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