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(Gunshot)

(Brush crunches)

(Pops, shell casing clinks)

What do you got?

8-point buck. It
took off that way.

Oh, let me guess.

You missed. Shut up.

Spread out. Keep
the sun to your backs.

We'll trap him in the gully. Go.

(Chuckles) How
you doin', sweetie?

Never better. (Laughs)

(Gunfire)

♪♪♪

(Megan) I thought you
didn't like herbal tea.

The sugar helps.

Why are you drinking
something you don't like?

Just trying out new things.

Dad said he had to
force himself to drink beer

before he started to like it.

Oh, great.

(Laughs) Chill, mom.

I'm not trying to
make myself like beer.

♪♪♪

So... (Sighs)

This was a good idea.

I just wanted to see
how you're doing,

you know, with dad dating
your boss and everything.

I am fine.

God, I wish people
would stop asking.

But thank you. Thank you.

♪♪♪

Do you want to maybe
do something tomorrow?

We could go shopping.

Uh, yeah. I... (Chuckles)

I would love that.

Great.

♪♪♪

(Police radio chatter)

(Indistinct conversations)

(Peter) Well, maybe. Ah,
you don't want to be here.

(Speaks indistinctly)
Thanks for the ride.

Okay.

(Woman) Right there
on the south side.

(Indistinct
conversations continue)

I gotta go. I gotta
go. All right. Call me.

(Indistinct
conversations continue)

Have fun.

Oh, I will.

(Radio chatter continues)

What? My car broke
down. I got a ride to work.

You are so busted.

(Indistinct
conversations continue)

(Laughs)

So how was coffee with Lacey?

(Laughs) Do not
change the subject.

So is this love

or a one-night stand?

No, no. A gentleman
never discusses such things.

Oh, baloney.

It's all you guys
ever talk about.

I think we have
enough dirty laundry

around our office
without me adding to it.

(Chuckles) You are not
gonna make this about me.

(Indistinct conversations)

What were they hunting?

Oh, deer, I imagine.

Her name is Julie loeb.

I looked her up on the way in.

She's the new wife of
Martin loeb, multimillionaire.

He's got two kids from
a previous marriage.

And I'm guessing that
that's them over there.

(Sam) All right. Thank you.

And your name?

Nice wholesome family outing.

Looks like a
through and through.

From the cuts and abrasions,

she tumbled as she fell.

She was hit standing up there.

(Camera shutter clicks)

No way to get trajectory
of the bullet off the body,

and finding the
bullet itself out here...

I'm not sure it was
the bullet that killed her.

Oh, you could've fooled me.

Bet you it was the fall.

(Camera shutter clicks)

Well, at least it
was a quick death.

(Indistinct conversations)

(Sniffles) I...

I don't know what happened.

I shot at the deer.
We all... we all did.

Oh, god. Julie...

And no one was
in sight of anyone

when you fired?

Well, look around, detective.
The woods are thick.

But they're not covered in
orange safety patches, are they?

We... we were all headed
east with the sun behind us.

Julie knew enough not to
walk into someone's crosshairs.

Thus making my point.

What point is that?

One of you shot her on purpose.

(Lowered voice)
Delicate as usual.

This was an accident.
(Sniffles) How could...

How can you even
suggest that possibility?

How'd you get that
scratch on your neck?

Well, I don't...

I don't know. I...

You try walking through
miles of underbrush.

See how many scratches you get.

Hmm. And yet...

It appears to be your only one.

We'll be in touch.

(Morris clears throat)

If he drops the
tissue, I want it.

What do you think
you're gonna find?

I don't know. That's
why I need your help.

Oh, it's nice to hear
you need my help.

Did I say that?

(Laughs)

(Elevator bell dings)

And there was the
time that you needed me

to get that woman away
from her abusive boyfriend

so that you could
talk to her in private.

Oh. And do you... do you
remember dragging me

to your mom's club
for the society ball?

(Laughs)

Not to mention, your
chronic need for moral support

every time that you feel guilty

for abandoning Lacey.

Oh, wow. Did i... Did
I just go too far? I...

Good morning. Am I
interrupting something?

No.

Peter was just leaving.

(Indistinct conversations)

So are we good?

Excuse me? With Lacey.

I just want to be crystal clear.

I am dating Todd. That's it.

I am in no way
trying to replace you.

Lacey and I are
great. Thank you.

So we're good?

Define "good."

Excuse me, Dr. Murphy.
There's a phone call for you.

It's the mayor's office.

Thank you.

You pull the femoral
blood for her tox yet?

Yeah.

Hey, about that
abandoning Lacey comment,

I just...

Uh, she's got minor cuts
and abrasions from the fall.

What I meant to say was
that sometimes, you just seem

so stuck on how things are
supposed to be with Lacey

instead of just
letting it happen.

Look. She did her own nails.

I would've expected a
manicure for a trophy wife.

(Chuckles) Are you
gonna talk to me?

I need you, Peter, okay?

Sometimes I just wish I didn't.

Now take a picture
of her right ring finger.

The nail is pulled down to
the bed. (Camera shutter clicks)

And there's some
kind of pigment or paint

on her elbow.

(Footsteps approach)

Did you accuse Martin
loeb of killing his wife?

Well, somebody shot her.

It is a homicide, isn't it,
until proven otherwise?

Not when it's Martin
loeb, friend of the mayor

and major contributor
to his campaign.

Not coincidentally, guess
who I just got off the phone with.

I will be more
delicate next time.

No, you won't.
You're off the case.

I'm taking it myself.

Remind me again how
you're not trying to replace me.

(Fabric snaps)

(Indistinct conversations)

Martin loeb makes
one call to the mayor,

and I am off the case,
and Kate just lets it happen?

Who knew that one of
the perks of being rich

is that you get to handpick

your own personal, kiss
ass medical examiner?!

Megan, Julie doesn't
come from money, okay?

That's not what I'm saying.
I-I know what you're saying,

and I'm serious. She
is not a trophy wife.

She's a scholarship
kid from upper darby.

Okay, she and Martin
met a few years ago,

but she did not want to get
involved with a married man.

They didn't even start dating

until after he
divorced his first wife.

Great. So she's a
woman of principles.

Naturally, she's the
one that gets the bullet.

(Knock on door)

Peter, let's go.
Back to autopsy.

Excuse me?

You know as well as I do,

the investigator
stays with the body.

Am I wrong, or are you
two fighting over me?

You can have him.

Be sure to ask about
his one-night stand.

(Scoffs)

(Door closes)

Okay, little clues...

Transportation
needs another driver.

You know anybody?

I know lots of people who
drive. Why'd I even ask you?

Okay, you know, just tell me
what the job requirements are.

Prior experience picking
up and unloading bodies.

It takes a certain personality.

Uh-huh. I mean, how exactly
do you get prior experience

picking up and unloading bodies? Is
this the evidence from the Julie loeb exam?

Yes, those are going
out for processing.

Get both of these typed.

I thought you
were off this case.

I am not off this case

until I find out who
shot that woman.

Okay.

I think I'll go check
on her blood tox.

(Indistinct conversations)

I'm just your bitch, aren't I?

Stop pretending
you don't like it.

One-night stand?

That's just Megan
stirring the pot.

Listen, you do understand
that me taking this case

has nothing to do
with my dating Todd?

I didn't think it did.

Uh-huh. But you think I
shouldn't be dating Todd.

I have three sisters, okay?

There is no way that I
am getting in the middle

of this catfight.

Who said anything
about a catfight?

(Morris) This is our problem.

This is where Julie was shot.

And this is where each of
you was standing at the time.

According to this, none of you

had direct line
of sight with Julie.

So either there was
another shooter out there

that no one saw
and left no trace

or one of you is lying.

We came down here
today as a courtesy.

Despite the way we
were treated this morning,

and now you're accusing
one of us of lying?

What's she doing here?

What was the fight
about, Mr. Loeb?

You're not supposed
to be on this case.

Dr. Hunt, you don't
want to do this.

Julie's blood type
was o positive,

and yet, the blood
that I found on her nail

and the blood from
the scratch on your neck

was b negative.

Your blood type, Mr. Loeb.

Martin... (Coughs)
I'm not a lawyer,

but they can't take your
blood without your permission.

Shouldn't have dropped that
tissue. Dad, let's get outta here.

Sit.

You and Julie had a fight.
She scratched your neck.

You saw your opportunity in
the woods, so you shot her.

That is twice in one day

you've accused me of
killing the woman I love.

Was there a fight, Mr. Loeb?

There was no fight.

Julie doted on me...

Included little things,

uh, tying my tie...

Helping me put on
my hunting jacket.

She must have had a
hangnail that caught on my neck.

At the time, I thought
it was a zipper.

When you asked me about
it, I'd forgotten the whole thing.

And now I think we're
done being insulted.

(Man speaks indistinctly)

(Morris) You've
already lost one career.

You trying to make it two?

(Camera shutter clicks)

The bullet blew up
the c-4 vertebrae

after transecting
the spinal cord.

So the bullet did kill her?

Of course it killed her.

Megan said it was the fall.

Well... well, if you want
to get technical about it,

yeah, the path of the bullet
missed the vertebral arteries.

It was the bone fragments that
lacerated them during the fall.

There's some
foreign matter in here.

(Indistinct conversations)

(Camera shutter clicks)
Megan said it was a quick death.

You gonna keep throwing
Megan at me the whole time?

I'm not throwing anything
at anybody. Mm-hmm.

I am Switzerland,
okay? I'm a neutral party.

Listen, I haven't
done anything wrong.

Well, technically.

So you do think it's wrong.

(Laughs) No, I don't.

Well, unless the only
reason that you're dating him

is because you think
that it can't work out.

Sort of like your
one-night stand?

Tox report on Julie's blood.

No drugs, no
medications, no alcohol.

Want to know why?

Elevated levels of beta h.C.G.

This was a double homicide.

Julie loeb was pregnant.

(Indistinct conversations)

How's the Julie loeb case going?

Oh, I am Switzerland.
I'm neutral.

Okay. Just out of curiosity,

which one of us is Germany?

I am not getting in the
middle of this catfight, okay?

(Scoffs) I don't do catfights.

(Laughs)

Julie was pregnant?

Yes, she was... pregnant.

That's a motive.

Yeah, the police are following
up on that at this very moment.

And speaking of police,
I just had a charming call

from lieutenant Pierce

regarding your latest
run-in with Martin loeb.

I was right about his
blood on Julie's nail.

You were wrong about pursuing

a case that's not yours,
and if you do it again,

I'm gonna assign
you to transportation.

They're looking for a driver.

Do I make myself clear?

Yes. Good.

Now since apparently
taking you off the case

isn't enough to actually
get you off a case,

I'm assigning you another one.

A man found downtown, killed
by blunt-force trauma to the head.

Uh, w-what about
my investigator?

We do have more than one.

You've driven for
a hospital, I see.

Yes, sir. Six months.

Now that's not long.

Are you okay with
seeing massive trauma?

You know, severed limbs,

exposed brains,

uh, legs bent the wrong
way, that sort of thing.

You know, 'cause in this
office, we cut people open.

You might see stomach contents,

organs, all kinds of...
(Strained voice) Yeah.

Sure. That's not...
that's not gonna be a...

(Vomits and coughs)

You are Martin loeb's
business manager?

Yes. And I've known
him for 20 years.

He didn't shoot Julie.

Mm. Did you?

Of course not.

Did you know Julie was pregnant?

She told me about a month ago.

Funny Martin didn't mention it.

She hadn't told him.

She wanted to get past
the 3-month threshold.

Then why tell you?

She came to me
for financial advice.

She wanted to make sure
her children were taken care of.

You mean in Martin's will?

I was preparing an audit

of Martin's assets
for the attorneys.

Did you say children, plural?

She wanted more than one.

And who would object
to changing Martin's will

to include new heirs?

I can think of at least three
people... his kids and his ex.

His ex wouldn't happen to have
hunting experience, would she?

Alexandra? She's the one

that got Martin into
hunting in the first place.

(Police radio chatter)

(Radio chatter continues)

(Woman speaks indistinctly)

You know, this is our
first crime scene together.

Do you do yoga?

What?

Close your eyes.

Whoa.

Breathe deeply.

(Inhales deeply)

Try to clear your
mind. Now open them.

Tell me what you see without
prejudice or precondition.

There's a dead
guy in the street.

And?

(Sighs)

I'm a forensic pathology fellow.

You need a medicolegal
death investigator. I'm sorry.

Don't worry. There's one
around here somewhere.

(Ethan clears throat)

What does an
investigator do, actually?

Basically, secures
the crime scene,

photographs the body,
interviews witnesses,

and whatever I tell 'em to do.

But I already do
whatever you tell me to do.

Keep up the good work.

(Chuckles) (Man) Excuse me.

I'm detective bell.
This is detective Lopez.

Dr. Hunt. Where's
my investigator?

Called to another scene.

Uh, I'm Dr. Ethan
gross. I'm... Ethan.

Yeah? Start taking pictures.

Right.

(Camera shutter clicking)

So... does our
victim have a name?

Patrick deline, age 33.

Well-dressed, well-groomed,
caught in a bad part of town.

We figure he came from the burbs

to score some drugs
and someone jacked him.

Fits the pattern around here.

Blunt-force trauma to the head.

So what kind of drugs was
he trying to score, guys?

(Lopez) What's your pleasure?

There's a park up the street.
It's a shooter's paradise.

(Click)

This guy was no shooter.

And as for jacking...

(Jangles)

Ah.

(Car alarm chirps)

(Chirp)

(Police radio chatter)

You need a new theory.

Autopsy...

Two hours.

Bye, officers.

Oh, what about
these? You like these?

I'm looking for
something really specific.

Oh, okay.

Good to know.

How specific?

These.

Aren't they sexy?

Uh, yeah.

Uh, mm, well, you know,

I'm not sure these are
quite right for you. Um...

What do you mean?

I tried on a pair of Kate's,
and they looked great.

(Indistinct conversations)

(Sighs)

So after you drove
for a mortuary,

you drove an ice
cream delivery truck?

I like little kids.

Oh.

What do you want
to know, detectives?

Did I kill Julie?

As long as you're offering.

Children, leave.

Mom.

Don't worry.

I'm gonna confess to
exactly what you think I will.

I hate the bastard.

Wouldn't you?

25 years of marriage,
and like some old car,

he trades me in
for a newer model.

But you didn't kill Julie.

Detective, I made out
just fine in the divorce.

And I doubt very
much I'm still in his will.

But your children
are, aren't they?

(Inhales sharply)

(Woman) Our mother was angry,

sure, but who wouldn't be?

Well, your mother gets
nothing from your father's will.

But you two
stand to inherit less

every time Julie has a child.

Do you know how
much our father is worth?

Approximately $100 million.

Right, so that's
$50 million each,

$33 million split 3 ways,

and $25 million split 4 ways.

Sure, our inheritance
will be reduced,

but not enough to commit murder.

She do all the talking?

We weren't happy
about the divorce.

We didn't give Julie
a warm welcome.

But dad loved her,
and she loved him.

All you had to do
was see them together.

She was the love of his life.

(Sighs)

(Whistling)

You're whistling.

Well, it's nice
talking to people

without Megan tossing
verbal grenades everywhere.

Mnh-mnh. You only
whistle for two reasons.

Either you've been to the opera

or you got...

I am sleeping in
my own bed again,

if that's what
you're getting at.

Congratulations, player.
How much did that cost you?

18 years and counting.

So what do we think
about this bunch?

Well, they've got
the best motive

I've heard so far...

Money.

(Peter) Kate.

Look, I know that Megan
can be exasperating at times,

but she's usually
right. Meaning what?

Meaning that maybe
Julie's pregnancy

had something to
do with her death.

How so?

Well, I did a paternity
test on Julie's embryo,

and Martin loeb
is not the father.

Julie was pregnant?

(Sam) You didn't know?

I knew we were trying.

Oh, god. I can't believe this.

Would it surprise you to
learn you weren't the father?

You understand where
we're going with this.

Julie was having an affair,
she became pregnant,

you found out it
wasn't your baby.

Now when did you discover

that she was trying to
write the baby into your will?

My god.

(Chuckles) You people really are

trying to find me guilty
of something, aren't you?

I couldn't be the father.

Five years ago, I
had prostate surgery.

I'm sterile.

I knew Julie wanted children.

She was going to a sperm bank,

and she had my blessing.

Do you happen to know which one?

I said she had my blessing.

It doesn't mean I wanted
to know every detail.

(Telephone rings)

Atlantic reproductive services.

Uh-huh. It's totally anonymous.

No, you don't need
an appointment.

(Lowered voice) Fill this
out. I'll be right with you.

(Lowered voice) I'm not
actually here for this. I...

(normal voice)
Uh-huh. (Object thuds)

We're located
downtown near city hall.

Yep. That's the
one. Open till 5:00.

(Receiver clatters)

(Sighs)

We provide all the
visual material you need.

(Laughs) That's...
That is good to know,

but I, uh, I was wondering

if you've ever seen
this woman before.

So you're not here
to give a sample?

You listed your
mother as a reference?

Yeah. She thinks I'm great.

You want to call her?

(Laughs) No. (Drops pen)

(Chuckles)

Just so you know,

my investigator was
called off the scene.

That was him.

There was a crane
accident at the rail yard.

Nice shoes.

Thank you.

I could see Lacey in those.

I don't see her in a
pair of bondage pumps.

Care to clue me in?

We went shopping.

Lacey picked out a pair of shoes
that apparently you showed her.

I showed her?

Next time she wants something,
just send her to me, please.

So are you telling me that
I'm not allowed to wear shoes

in front of your daughter?

I'm telling you that
you are in her life

whether I like it or not,

and you just need to
understand your role.

And what would that be?

I don't know. I'm still
trying to figure that out.

Okay, see if this helps.

I don't have a role, all right?

I can't control what Lacey
sees or what she likes

any more than I can control
you when you go mouthing off

to a suspect in a homicide.

I am not trying to
be Lacey's mother

any more than I want
to be your mother,

and quite frankly,

I'm getting a little sick of
you putting me in that position.

So whatever's going on
between you and Lacey,

figure it out for yourselves

'cause I don't
want any part of it.

(Woman) Dr. Hunt, detective
bell and Lopez are here

for Patrick deline's autopsy.

You put yourself through college

working as a driver for
a supermarket chain?

That's right.

I have time on
forklifts, boom lifts,

pallet loaders, uh,
every kind of truck,

from minivans to 18-wheelers.

Oh, and I do have the
licenses to go with them.

Well, Theresa, I gotta tell
you... (Cell phone rings)

I am very, very...

(Laughs and speaks indistinctly)

(Clicks keypad keys)

(Laughs)

Impressed.

(Camera shutter clicks)

So you're the ex neurosurgeon?

We asked around.

What else did you hear? Ethan.

(Ethan) What? So do
we have a cause of death?

Depressed skull fractures

to the occiput and
temporal parietal regions

causing massive
cerebral contusions

and probably a fatal
brain stem injury.

(Clicks)

Okay, show me yours.

Show you my what?

What do you know
about Patrick deline?

He was an interior
decorator and house flipper.

We talked to his husband.

He was in that part of town

to scope out the neighborhood
at night. The happy couple

was thinking about buying
a loft and renovating it.

Hmm. There's
trace on his sweater.

(Clicking) So really, guys,

anything about me,
Dr. Ethan gross?

Ethan, do you want me
to send you outside again?

No, no, no. I don't
envy Peter one bit.

Did you know that
he's canvassing...

(Whispers) Sperm
banks right now?

There's something
under his nails.

(Clicks)

Let's see what we have here.

Huh. Looks like paint.

Did you say sperm banks?

Okay, so I've been
to all six sperm banks

in the metropolitan area...

Hold on a second. Six?

That's right.

Does he look a
little drained to you?

You know, Pete, you
do look kind of pale.

Yeah, I hope you don't have
a date tonight, 'cause that...

Okay, if you're all done...

(Sam and Kate laugh)

So I found the sperm
bank that Julie went to,

but she left empty-handed.

Then I went to the I.V.F.
Clinic that she was referred to.

They said that when she arrived,
she had a sperm sample on ice,

but they don't
know whose it was.

Martin loeb is not the
father of Julie's baby.

Yeah, we know that.

Oh. Question is, how do you?

Because the real father
is in autopsy room two.

His name is Patrick deline.

The pigment that was found
on both Julie and Patrick

is high-end paint,

which is available only
to interior designers.

What they were both
painting, I have no idea,

but I'm sure it
wasn't a coincidence.

Patrick was gay, so they
weren't having an affair,

but if Martin is sterile,

Julie might have asked
Patrick to be the donor,

hence the paternity test.

You got all that off
a speck of paint?

And Ethan told me that Peter
was hitting up the sperm banks,

so from that, I deduced
what was going on.

How you doing?

Depleted?

Oh... that's funny.

(Sam and Kate chuckle)

So... (Exhales deeply)

Am I back on the case?

Were you ever off it?

Mm, not really.

Patrick and Julie were
best friends from high school.

She came over a few months ago,

told us she had
gone to a sperm bank

but left because she didn't want

the father of her
child to be a stranger.

Her first thought was Patrick.

Made us both cry.

And did Martin loeb
know about this?

No.

Julie wanted to keep it quiet.

Because Martin would've
been angry if he found out?

More like Martin's ex-wife.

Why would she care?

Patrick decorated their
house a few years back.

He brought Julie along one day,

and that's how
Martin and Julie met.

Ah.

Alexandra never forgave Patrick

for making the introduction.

The last thing they wanted was

Alexandra poisoning
Erika and Thomas' feelings

about their new sibling.

Thank you very
much, Mr. Turtell.

And I am very
sorry for your loss.

I'm sorry to ask, and
this may be irrelevant,

but has Patrick done
any painting lately?

He painted all the time.

He has a studio space nearby.

(Curtis) Well, thank
you for coming, Francine.

I really want this job.

I appreciate your enthusiasm.

No, you don't understand.

Ireallywant this job.

Ineed...

This job.

(Whispers) I love dead people.

(Mutters)

(Clicks keyboard keys)

(Sighs)

(Curtis) Ethan.

I'm done interviewing
these people.

Well, maybe you're just
interviewing them wrong.

Mnh-mnh. There's only
one way to answer...

(Dial tone drones) "Do you
have a history of traffic accidents?"

And no, it is not "do I get to play with
dead bodies?" (Clicks keypad buttons)

(Phone ringing)
What are you doing?

I am identifying
a murder weapon.

(Rings and clicks)
(Megan) Yes, Ethan.

Uh, just got the results
back from the crime lab.

Patrick deline was beaten
with a type of tire iron

made in Germany for
high-end car brands.

Also, we got the labs back
on the trace from Patrick's shirt.

A residue of calcium and saliva.

Maybe milk or ice cream?

Ice cream? (Mutters)

The good news is, we
have epithelials we can test.

The bad news is,

we have no idea who
to test them against.

Okay, well, start
by ruling out Patrick

as the source
of the epithelials.

And, Curtis, call Sam and
bud, tell them about the tire iron.

I bet you Alexandra
has a German car.

Okay. Or you could
just tell 'em yourself.

Uh, no, I'm not
with bud and Sam.

(Curtis) Oh, well,
where are you?

I'm... oh, uh, gotta go.

♪♪♪

Hi.

Herbal tea with sugar...

Right?

♪♪♪

What's going on?

Nothing.

What? It's just, you know,

you've been spending a
lot of time with Kate lately,

which is fine.

It's good. Um...

And she's, uh...

She's really beautiful.

So it... it's natural that
you would want to copy her.

Are you jealous?

(Scoffs) No.

I...

All right, a
little... A tiny bit.

The thing is, I just...

I'm your mother.

And I hope you know that

if you need advice
about something...

Big, small, whatever...

I just... i hope that you know
that you can come to me.

(Sighs)

♪♪♪

Mom, I want you to
stop worrying about Kate.

Just 'cause I like
something of hers

doesn't mean I like
her more than you.

And you're right.
You are my mother.

And no one's ever
going to replace you.

Okay?

(Indistinct conversations)

Okay.

(Indistinct
conversations continue)

Do you want
something else? Juice?

(Both laughing)

Just say so.

Anything but herbal tea.

(Laughs)

(Indistinct conversations)

Who told you I had
it out for Patrick?

Uh, we're not at Liberty to say.

It was Martin, wasn't it?

Lying son of a bitch.

He lied all during our marriage.
He lied all during our divorce.

He's just a...

Are you saying
he was unfaithful?

Sex? No. Money? Yes.

You wouldn't believe the
stuff I caught him trying to hide.

Really?

Artwork, cars... he even
had his own secret yacht.

Detectives, so far no blood,

no hair, no sign it's
been cleaned recently.

We'll take some samples
back for a closer look,

but I think you've
got a clean car.

(Sam) All right, thanks.

We apologize for
the inconvenience...

Spare me the apology,
detective. You suck at it.

(Snickers)

Well, back to the kids.

I don't know.

Hiding assets...

All this time,
we've been thinking

that someone killed
Julie over her kid

sharing in Martin's assets.

What if it were someone

who didn't want her to know
what those assets actually are?

Come in.

You know something
I hate about this job?

Following the rules?

(Chuckles)

Never getting to
meet these people

once you get to know them.

Julie and Patrick were
decent, caring people,

and they deserve better

than you and I not
helping each other.

I couldn't agree more.

Good.

As it turns out,

Patrick redecorated
the loebs' house

several years ago.

That's how Martin and Julie met.

And loeb's ex-wife
blamed Patrick,

enough for Julie to
keep it secret that Patrick

was the biological
father of her child.

So she's got motive
for both murders.

Sam and bud are
looking at her hard,

but so far, nothing.

Well, I've been
looking at lab results.

There was some foreign
matter mixed in with the blood

around Julie's wound.

It turns out, the
way she landed,

some of her stomach contents
migrated up her esophagus.

But there's also this.

It's the pollen from a
rare kind of oak tree.

So what, did she ingest it?

'Cause it's not in bloom now,
so how did it get in the wound?

It was deposited
there by the bullet.

It grazed a leaf on its way.

Well, now we know where
our shooter was standing.

(Siren wailing)

(Grunting)

Okay. (Panting)

So the southern red oak,

orquercus falcata,

is a medium-sized deciduous tree

with a round-topped head

and leaves, uh, the
size of your hand,

with three to five
pointed lobes.

Here, look. Here's a picture.

(Gunshot) Oh!

(Laughs) I can't
believe I'm doing this...

Looking for tree pollen

and hoping some deer
hunter don't shoot my ass.

This is crazy.

No, this is great.

We're medicolegal
death investigators.

No, we're not. We
are sitting ducks.

Okay, so the tree is rare
in these parts 'cause it's

at the northern limit
of its growing range.

Much like the American Holly
or sweetbay magnolia, this...

Enough with the tree
lesson. We're here.

Let's go find that
southern red oak.

All right, I've got
the bank statements.

You've got Martin
loeb's statements.

And I got you

a sumatran double Espresso.

Oh. Long as I didn't
pay for it. (Chuckles)

(Chuckles)

(Inhales deeply)

(Exhales deeply)

(Inhales deeply)

(Exhales deeply)

What the hell are you doing?

Yoga. Megan taught me.

(Inhales) I'm trying to
look at the crime scene

by clearing my mind of all
judgments and preconditions.

(Exhales)

This is the tree, fool.

It works.

Which means, if the
bullet hit her here,

then it came from right there.

And there is no way
I'm going in there.

There's poison Ivy all
over this place. Mnh-mnh.

Hey, you remember when you
helped me fix Megan's phone?

Yeah.

We're even.

(Mutters indistinctly)

Ethan...

Did the shot line up?

Just give me a second.

(Insect buzzes)

Get outta here.

(Buzzing)

Oh. (Mutters)

What is this?

(Sniffs)

Hey.

What? Did you find something?

I think we need to get the
crime scene unit back out here.

(Latch clicks)

(Latex gloves crinkling)

The divorce settlement came
from selling hard assets...

The artwork, the yacht,
the summer home.

No t-bills, no stocks,
no paper assets.

(Indistinct conversations)

I think I know why.

The corporate, pension,
retirement, personal accounts,

they all match up.

Take a look at the family trust.

That's a hell of a
difference. Mm-hmm.

Guess who had trading
authority on the account?

(Chuckles) (Megan) Is that it?

Yeah, the results
just came back in.

(Exhales deeply)

Wow. What?

You recognize that?

(Sniffs) I know. It
smells like hairspray.

It was Erika, loeb's daughter...

Except for one thing, there's
a compound in the mixture

that isn't hairspray.

Minoxidil?

Yeah. Some men
use... not me... Use it to...

Stimulate hair growth. Right.

I'll be damned.

Calcium was found in
the trace on Patrick, right?

Yes. Curtis thought
it was ice cream.

It wasn't ice cream or milk.

Calcium is one of the primary
ingredients in antacid tablets.

Okay.

And a symptom of acid reflux is?

Go ahead and have
a seat over there.

Mr. Loeb, I...

(Sam) Mr. Wright, thank you for
coming in. Owe you an apology.

(Morris) As you
told us before...

What were we having?

Excuse me?

The baby.

Wanted to know how it
would affect Martin's finances.

A girl.

Yes.

The minute you realized

that Julie's request

would force an audit
of Martin's assets,

you knew you were
in trouble because...

You've been stealing
from him for years.

(Coughs)

You don't know what
you're talking about.

We've got the bank
statements, Alan.

Not the fake ones you've
been sending Martin,

the real ones.

So you killed Julie

to cover your tracks,

but the only unanswered
question is Patrick.

(Coughs)

Acid reflux, right? (Grunts)

Here you go. My
wife has it, too.

See, that's how we
knew you met with Patrick.

You must have
really gotten winded

when you beat him to death,
because you coughed so hard,

you expelled saliva.

(Sam) We pulled
blood and hair traces

from the tire iron in your car.

We've got you nailed on Patrick.

And we have traces of
your hair loss treatment

in the woods, exactly
where the shot was taken

that killed Julie.

No lawyer in the
world's gonna save you,

not with the evidence
that we have.

But tell the truth right now,

and it'll go far with the d.A.

Can I talk to Martin?

I don't think he
wants to talk to you.

I didn't set out
to steal from him.

I just needed a loan in a
hurry for a business deal.

The deal blew up, I
couldn't repay the money,

so I cooked the
books to cover it up.

Martin never questioned it.

And then it just became easy.

So Julie got suspicious?

She thought I was
dragging my feet on the audit.

She was gonna recommend Martin
find another business manager.

I couldn't let that happen.

And Patrick?

The day of the shooting,
he came to my office.

Julie had told him
that she didn't trust me,

and he demanded to
know what happened.

He was the father
of Julie's child.

He wasn't gonna let it go.

(Sam) And so you
followed him downtown?

I was just so in over my head.

I didn't know what to do.

Please... Tell Martin I'm sorry.

I'm...

I'm so very, very sorry.

Martin.

The money I could forgive,

but not Julie,

not our child.

(Gasps) No!

(Grunts)

Call an ambulance!

Alan? Alan?

Is he gonna make it?

(Martin) Congratulations,
detectives.

You finally have
something to arrest me for.

(Footsteps approach)

(Knock on door)

(Door opens)

Quite the drama you had today.

Yeah. Where were you?

Investigating.

There is a video on here

that I think you
should take a look at.

You want to watch it with me?

Sorry, but I have a date.

Same girl or a new one?

(Chuckles) Good night, Megan.

Peter...

You like working
with me, don't you?

I wouldn't have brought
you that if I didn't.

(Harper blynn's
"the doubt" playing)

(Man) And here we
are, painting the crib.

And, mommy Julie...

You are on.

Hello, baby.

I'm your mommy.

And you're gonna grow up with
a wonderful daddy named Martin.

But there's somebody
else who loves you

just as much as we do.

He's your biological father.

Patrick.

Okay.

Hello... baby.

Uh... I may never be
the father who raises you,

but I'll always be the
father who loves you,

no matter what.

But know...

That I love you,

just as much as Martin does.

Being a parent means
wanting the best for your child,

no matter who provides it.

♪ 'Cause I can't
afford the doubt ♪

♪ I can't afford... ♪

(Laughing)

You... you are so gonna get it.

(Julie laughs) Oh!

(Laughs and speaks indistinctly)

Okay. (Speaks indistinctly)

(Laughs)

(Patrick laughs)

(Julie laughs)

♪♪♪

Hey... lace.

Hi, it's me.

Um, listen, I've been thinking,

and...

If you really want those shoes,

I think you should have them,

and I'm gonna buy them for you.

♪♪♪