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- You think you can ignore me?
- What are you doing here?

That I'll just go away!

You can't be here.

You cannot walk out on me!

I didn't walk out on you!

We made plans!

You made promises!

What's going on in there?

You ruined my life.

Don't think I won't ruin yours.
- Can you please just calm down

so we can talk about this?
- Is everything alright?

- Everything's
fine!

- Shannon!

- Where'd she go?
- You can't just come in here...

Where is she?!

She left.

- What was that? Are you okay?

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- Hey. Can I make you
something to eat, baby?

- No, I'm good.
- Do you want to talk about it?

- Nope.
- Sidney...

- What?
- Well, Mike and I told you

last night that we were
engaged. I thought maybe you had

a multi-syllable response.

- Mike seems cool. Having him
around will make me feel safe.

How's that? 13
syllables and a gerund.

- Alright. We talked about
this. You are safe, okay?

I took Keith's pop gun away,

which he only borrowed
to protect us.

- He wants to protect us?

Wow. Three years of AP English,
and I finally understand irony.

- Please tell me
the kitchen's open.

- Oh, for you, always, baby.

Some cereal?
- I'm really happy for you, Mom.

Mike is awesome.
- Thank you for saying that.

But I really want you to
know that Mike is not going

to replace your father. He
will be a good influence,

but your father will
still be...

- Hello!
- Incapable of knocking.

- Hi.
- Hey.

- Hi, hi. Check it out.

- What is it?
- See for yourself.

Open it up.

That right there is the original

factory walnut shifter
for the TransAm.

- You're gonna finish restoring
the TransAm? With him?

- Yeah, with him.
It was our project.

Tell your sister how many liters are
on that engine, how much horsepower.

- Okay, it's, uh...
it's been a while.

- Try forever.

- So you don't remember.
You'll remember.

- Or learn for the first time.

It's ridiculous.

- Alright, come on.
You remember, right?

- No, I... I do and I don't.

Memories from before

are more like flashes and
feelings than numbers.

Why are you never
there when I really need you?!

- Mrs. Steerman, what time did you
get this voicemail from your daughter?

Shannon left it at 8:15.

I called her when my shift
ended, but she didn't pick up,

so I came over. I've been
waiting for her ever since.

- She sounded pretty
upset. Any idea why?

- Foster care, abused by my
ex, me battling my demons.

You heard the message.
I wasn't there for her.

- Tell me about her friends.

Was she in contact with
her biological parents?

- When I adopted her,
I was told they passed.

As for her friends,
I wouldn't know.

We've been trying to
reconnect, but it's been hard.

I hope to God you can find her.

Playing the
violin.

I don't get it. All I know for
sure is that music saved her life.

- I'm gonna send you a
barcode from a lottery ticket,

see if you can find
out where it was sold.

But... kids are wired

different than you. They're
yours, but they're not you.

No matter how much
you love them,

you never fully understand them.

- So the street side of the
curtains are sun bleached

and the alarm's
set for seven p.m.

so I think she worked nights
somewhere in Lakeview.

Do you have any idea
where she worked?

- Like I said, we've
been estranged.

- How do you know the
job was in Lakeview?

- Powerball.

Alright, so she bought
lottery tickets here

between five and seven,
presumably after work.

Maybe the owner knows
where she works.

- You think Sidney's
wired differently?

- Differently than what?
- Than us.

- Well, Keith not remembering the
car was definitely a surprise.

- The car's just
an example, okay?

She can't accept him.
I'm not wired that way.

Alright, here we go.

Mike ran Shannon's
financials, so apparently,

there's no payroll,
no W2 records,

but between five and seven,
it seems that she also

makes a weekly cash
deposit of $400

at an ATM across the street.
- $400, that's a rent check

and a bagel, no cream cheese.

- Yeah, no wonder she
plays the lottery.

- Alright, the lottery
is aspirational,

so she's aspiring to...

- Well, we know she
wants to be a musician.

We're Detectives
Batista and Grant.

Are you the one in
charge of this place?

- That's right. Walter Peterson.
- Hi, Walter.

Do you know a Shannon Steerman?
- Of course. She works here.

Cleans the place in exchange
for free studio time.

Is something
wrong? Is she okay?

- When's the last
time you saw her?

- Night before last.

- Did you notice
anything unusual?

We made plans!
You made promises!

What's
going on in there?

You ruined my life.
Don't think I won't ruin yours.

Please, can
you just calm down so...

- No idea who he is.

Never saw him before, or since.

- Did she tell you
anything about him?

- Not a word. She freaked out,
ran off, left this behind.

- Alright, we need to look
at your security footage.

- Don't have any. People who
come here like their privacy.

- Then we're gonna
need that recording.

- What's that gonna do?
- I hate to break it to you,

but you're not the only
one with unusual resources.

- Hey, I just sent
you an audio file.

We're looking for a
name on the male voice.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'll hold.

Um, okay, so Betty works
for a software company

that develops speech
recognition algorithms

for all of your favorite
digital assistants.

They also have a
massive database

of voice samples that we
can run our suspect against,

because voice matches
are nearly as dependable

as fingerprints these days.
- Okay, I got a question.

What does Betty get
out of the deal?

- Uh, 5,000 bucks.
- Wow.

- Which I will put
on my credit card,

because I need the Airline Miles
for my trip to Machu Picchu.

It's our anniversary.

- I don't want to know
this, but whose anniversary?

- Me and Pachacuti
Inca Yupanqui.

It's our 563rd.
- Oh. Oh, nice.

- I expect the precinct to
reimburse me for the source,

and I will keep my
Airline Miles. Yes?

- Hey.
- Hey.

- How's Keith and Sidney?
Thought they took the news well.

- They seemed fine
to me this morning.

- Oh, so I guess you two
didn't have the talk.

- The talk?
- I was...

- Oh, you need a PT guy.

I got the guy,
Tua, he's the best.

Remember in Miami when
I threw you off the...

- Yes, I remember, and no,
no, it's not about the PT guy,

it's about my need to hide
the hide-a-key from people

who don't live at the
house, but act like they do.

- Got it.
- Oh my gosh, you're the best.

Can you send me
the file?

Oh, got it.

Alright, uh, voice
matches a Rory Stanz.

He has a white collar
sheet. Nothing recently.

It looks like he's
gotten his life together.

- Okay, let's pick him up, see
what he has to say about Shannon.

- It won't be much. Stanz was
killed the night before last,

about an hour after they fought.

What?

- MPU.

- Okay, so they
got in an argument,

he's dead, and
now, she's missing.

That can't be a coincidence.
- Call Homicide.

Get what they have on Stanz,

and then see if she meets
their suspect profile.

- Yup.

- You know, in her bedroom,
she left her wallet

and her cell phone. Why
run without those things?

- Um, she didn't run, and if the hit
off the alert I just got is accurate,

she's definitely not in hiding.

- So, you think you should be
first chair and lead the orchestra?

- It's nothing personal.

- Challenging me for my
job is very personal,

and I won't forget it.
Even after you bomb.

- Shannon? Can we talk?

- Sure, but I'm not Shannon.

- You're not Shannon Steerman?

- Georgia LaCava. Shannon
is my twin sister.

- Your twin? Oh...

- Is she okay?

- You only met three months ago?
- That's right.

After Shannon saw me perform
at Music in the Park.

- And before that, you had no
idea that you had a twin sister?

- I was adopted when I was one.

Told I was an only child.

Where's my sister and how
can I help you find her?

- His name is Rory Stanz.
Do you recognize him?

- No. Who is he?

- We were hoping
you could tell us.

- This was Stanz two nights ago.

You think
you can ignore me?

That I'll just go away?
- You can't be in here.

- You cannot walk out on me!
- I didn't walk out on you.

- We made plans!
You made promises!

- One hour after
this was recorded,

Rory Stanz was murdered.
- Shannon could never do that.

- I thought you only just met.

- I was adopted into
a loving family.

Our lived experience
was very different.

But we are the same. I was
given every opportunity.

My parents paid for
the best tutors,

bought the best instruments...
Shannon had none of that,

but still, we played almost
note for note. It's who we are.

Yes, we just met, but
no one knows her better,

and I know she didn't do it.

I hope it's alright
I called my fiancé.

- Yeah, of course.
Um, come on in.

- Um, I got an idea.

Maybe you can help us
get into Shannon's phone.

- How? I don't
know the password.

- I know, but you're
the same person.

You are the password.
Do you mind?

- Oh.

- Hey, Rachel, comma.

Just hanging out with my
friend from the lake, period.

No, that's... Um...

Me again, period.

And my friend from
the lake, period.

His nasal aperture is
steepled, FYI, period.

Helps me know that he has
a narrow nose, period.

Pretty cool, huh, question mark.

Oh God, um...

This is C, period.
From the MPU, period.

In case you wanted to, you
know, call me back, comma.

But you don't have to, ellipses.

- Are you asking for a
date or a mercy killing?

- God, I would take
either at this point.

Give me this.

Hey, Rachel. Want to
grab lunch? Boom. Done.

- It can't be that easy.
- I mean, it depends

if she thinks you're
pitiable or pathetic, so...

Now can we get to work please?

- I am working. On Yorick.

- Alas, poor Yorick has to wait.
Uh, Shannon Steerman's phone.

We need to download
everything off of it.

Um, emails, texts, the last
websites that she visited.

Her last contact
was 16 hours ago,

so we're running out of time.

- Spoke to Homicide. I
gave them the hair brush

that Jay found at Shannon's apartment to
run against the hair that we found on Stanz.

Digital microscopy matches
color and cortical texture.

It's not proof, but the
gun's definitely smoking.

- So our missing person just became
the prime suspect in a murder.

- Yup.

- Who do I tell first?

The grieving mom or
the agonized sister?

- E-mails are a tale of woe.

She couldn't pay her rent.
Water bill's overdue. Man...

Oof.

- Looks like I'm
pitiable. Rachel, hi!

Yeah, I'm sorry about
all the messages...

Yeah no, everyone always does
miss the steepled aperture.

Uh, lunch?

No, I mean, usually I just
have lunch at my desk, so...

Okay. Um, lunch at
my desk it is. Um...

- Oh, this is terrible.

- I know, I can't
believe she said yes.

- No, not you.
In her Notes app.

- More tales of woe?
- Try full-on tragedy.

"Dear Mom, it's not your fault.

I always thought I was unlucky,

I just didn't realize how
unlucky until I met Georgia.

The world doesn't
need both of us,

only the better
version. So I'm leaving.

Going to the only place where I
could imagine having everything.

The only place that brought
me peace and happiness.

Don't be sad. It's better
this way. Shannon."

She wrote this yesterday before she
called her mom, but she never sent it.

- Could be she was
having second thoughts?

- Either way, we gotta
find out where she found

peace and happiness, and
we're gonna need their help.

- I'm so sorry that
you had to read that.

Our hope is that
Shannon reconsidered.

- Why would she
ever consider this?

- Well, I know you don't think
that she had anything to do

with Rory Stanz's
murder, but if she did,

that might be something
she couldn't live with.

- You think my
sister killed him?

- All that really matters
right now is that we find

Shannon before
she does anything,

and we can't do that
without your help.

- Anything in that letter?
Something you recognize?

- Maybe, I-I don't know.

At Music in the Park, the
conductor always welcomed

the audience to what he called
"Nature's Concert Hall."

- Music in the Park. That's
where you guys first met, yeah?

- She said it was
her happy place.

Shannon's body was
brought to the morgue last night.

Rachel's doing
the autopsy today.

- Oh, then maybe she'll
have to work through lunch.

- You know, the injuries
were pretty significant.

I don't want Shannon's
mom to see her that way,

so I asked Rachel to bring
you the autopsy photos

to touch up when
you get to work.

- Oh, I'm at work,
actually. Me and Yorick.

Now? It's 7:15. Who's Yorick?

It's the John Doe

that I pulled out of the lake.

I should have something
for you on him pretty soon.

- Okay, great.
- Come on, come on,

are we doing this or what?
- Keith is ready. Sid?

Your guess is as good as mine.

- Alright, I want
to talk to Sid.

- No, no, no. You should
be with Keith, okay?

It's your project.
And after I'm done,

we have to talk about
hiding the hide-a-key.

- Does 300 horsepower mean it's
getting pulled by 300 horses?

- That'd be amazing.
You, me, and 300 horses.

- Like a chariot.

Sid?

- You're giving him the car
this morning, aren't you?

- And clearly that upsets you,
and I need you to tell me why.

- My brother loved that car.

- If this is about questioning
who he is, it's done. It's over.

We tested him, and
he passed, okay?

Come on, this is important.

I want you to go downstairs
and be a part of it.

And I'm not asking.

- Mom, I can't right
now, I'm sorry.

- Want to do the honors?
- Hell yeah.

- Good.

Alright, settle in,
hands on the wheel.

Feel it a little
bit. How's it feel?

- It feels amazing.
- Good, good.

Congratulations, it's yours.
- Are you serious?

- Yeah!
- You're kidding.

- No, I'm not kidding. We
built it together, come on.

- Thank you.
- Come on. Of course, buddy.

Enjoy it.

- I... I could see
it bothered you

when I didn't remember the
liters or the horsepower.

But I remember how I felt
working on it with you.

I know it was one of the
best times of my life.

- Yeah, you and me both.

I'm gonna go to work, come back,

and we'll go for
a drive, alright?

- On the off chance that
I can't wait that long,

would it be okay if Oliver takes
me for a drive after school?

- Who's Oliver?
- The kid from group therapy.

We've become friends. He's a super
nice guy. Totally responsible.

- Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm.

Okay.

- I thought the computer did all
the work, but you got skills.

- Yeah, I got mad skills with
people who don't talk back.

Not so much with people
who have, you know, flesh.

- Have dinner with me.

I know places where the
food is actually edible.

- I, um... I would,
but I just, um...

- Forget it, it's fine.

- No, it's just I said that
I would get Shannon done.

- Did you know that disturbances
in glucose metabolism

are associated with
suicidal ideation?

- It might take a while,
you know, that's why...

- Shannon's medical file
indicates that she's diabetic,

but during her autopsy, I saw she
wasn't wearing an insulin pump,

so her sugar must have been
out of whack when she jumped.

You're not the only one more
comfortable with people who can't talk.

Although, I gotta say, you
take it to a crazy extreme.

- The blood. Do you
see, on her face?

There are two layers. Look.

I can't believe I
didn't see it before.

I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to like
not make eye contact with you.

Thank you, and I'm sorry.

- For what? It's a long list.

- For correcting
you about Shannon.

You're wrong about how she died.

- The medical examiner's autopsy
concluded that Shannon committed suicide.

As soon as you
identify the body,

she will be released
to next of kin.

- I've already made the
funeral arrangements.

- You have?
- Yeah, as her next of kin.

- I'm her mother!
- A lot of good that did her.

- Hey, hey, hey, let's just calm
down, alright? Take a breath.

- If you ask me,
everyone's too calm.

My sister's death may
be ruled a suicide,

but we both know she killed her.

- Baby, we know
that you're upset...

- I'm not upset, I am livid.

A sweet, decent woman is dead,

and someone has to be
held to account for that.

- I did the best I could.

- You let your
husband abuse her.

You sat there with a needle
in your arm and did nothing.

- Georgia...
- Do you have any idea

how talented she was?

I'm auditioning for
first chair today,

a dream I've had since I was
six, and with all my advantages,

I may not make it.

But Shannon with nothing

would pass with flying colors.

- Honey.
- What? It's true.

- I know. I'm on your side, but
this isn't the time or place.

Come on, let's go for a walk.

- Linda, I'm sure
she didn't mean it.

- She should. 'Cause it's true.

I didn't kill my daughter,

but she committed
suicide because of me.

- No, she didn't. Shannon
didn't commit suicide.

She was murdered.

This is what Shannon looked
like when she was found.

Using an algorithm that I created
as a summer intern at NASA,

which, until this
moment, was classified,

this is what she looked
like before she fell.

- You say there was blood
on top of her blood.

- Yes, which is my cue to
admit that I got it wrong

because I didn't take into
account postmortem bleeding,

or do an internship at NASA.

- People bleed after they die?
- Yeah, they do.

I actually once did
an autopsy study

of 64 cases of asphyxic deaths

to determine the amount of
bleeding that happens postmortem,

which I can tell that absolutely
no one in this room cares about,

but it is how I learned that she
died before she went into the ravine.

The blow to her head
that killed her,

that created that first
layer of that blood mask,

and there was a second
layer mask that was caused

when she hit the rocks
hours after her death.

- So this wasn't
just a body dump,

it was also an attempt to
hide the cause of death.

- Hey. Homicide pulled warrants
for Stanz's financials.

They didn't flag this
transaction as suspicious,

but I think we all
know what it is.

The wire transfer is traceable

to an account held
by Georgia LaCava.

- Uh-huh. And Georgia said that
she had no idea who Stanz was.

- Yeah.
- And if she did,

did Georgia know that he
was threatening her sister?

- I mean, for all we know,
Georgia wasn't thrilled

to discover that she
had a twin sister.

Could it be that she paid
Stanz to scare her away?

- Okay, so we thought
that Shannon killed Rory,

now we gotta figure out
who murdered them both.

- I think we should
go see Georgia

and see if she's
got the answers.

Well, that was embarrassing.

- Oh.
- After screwing me in public,

the least you can
do is buy me dinner.

- Oh... No, I mean, I didn't
mean to embarrass you,

I was just trying to...
It was just like a theory.

- It's all good, it's all good.

When you're right, you're right.
- Okay.

- So... Tempo at eight?

Okay.

Yeah. That...

- Oh, don't, don't,
don't pop a blood vessel.

- Hi.
- You're gonna be fine,

and I have exactly
what you need.

- Okay.
- As long as you're not allergic

to sunflower seeds.

Dear God, dude.

I can feel that on my
Jimmies, can you feel that?

- I feel something.
I'm not sure what.

- Okay, what's the deal? You
just inherited a primo car,

and you're sulking
like a wounded beagle.

- I guess I should be
thrilled. I just feel guilty.

- Let me guess, you're unworthy.

You don't deserve this car,

and other textbook
victim pathologies.

- Victim pathologies?
- Yeah. It's all armor.

You've built it up over
time to protect yourself

from getting hurt. You deserve
this car. We deserve this car.

- What if I said
I wasn't a victim?

- I'd say you're in denial.

- No, I mean, if I hadn't been
honest with you, what would you say?

- Oh, we have to wipe
the floor with them.

Come on, how about a little less
beagle, a little more Mad Max?

- Yeah. Let's live a little.

- Whoa!

- Come on!

- Oh!

Well, we wanted more Mad Max.

- My parents are gonna kill me.

- Do you think she
has a hide-a-key?

- No, and if she does, I
bet you know where it is.

Ah, she's not home.

And no, we're not going
in without a warrant.

- Can't get a warrant without
probable cause, right?

Can't go in somebody's
house to find probable cause

without a warrant,
so what do you do?

Put on gloves.

About the hide-a-key...

- I get it, Nik. You
want me to knock.

- Jay, Mike is moving in, okay?

Not today or next
week, but soon.

- What does that mean?

It's not about knocking, you
don't want me to show up at all?

- That's not what I'm saying.
- Well, I don't get it.

- It's about a schedule. Okay,
will the kids be with you

at your place? Or will
they be with me at mine?

- You mean yours and Mike's.

You gotta understand, it
is very difficult for me

to imagine Mike helping
the kids with homework.

It's difficult for me to imagine them
doing anything with me not there.

Okay? It's not easy.
That's it, it's not easy.

- Are you talking about him
with the kids or him with me?

- Neither is
particularly easy, okay?

Okay, here's something.
Awards. Photos.

Doesn't seem odd to you
to throw this stuff away?

- Not as odd as this. There's enough
bleach in here to disinfect a sperm bank.

- Right, or a crime scene.

- Looks like we just
found our probable cause.

- Very nice, thank you.
We'll let you know.

- Break a string.

- Hey, forget her. Just focus.

Shannon would've
wanted you to ace this.

- I'll be performing Paganini's
Caprice #24 in A Minor.

- Two toned floor.
There was a rug here.

- Alright, kill the lights.

Traces of blood.

- Well, we know Shannon was killed
before she was thrown in the ravine.

Now we know where.

- We just don't know why
Georgia killed her sister.

- The personal items
in the garbage,

you're right. It is odd.

- So?

- So maybe Georgia
didn't kill her sister.

Maybe we've been looking
at this all wrong.

Linda, I need to ask you some
painful questions about your ex.

You said that he
abused Shannon, right?

- I did. But I
told you he's dead.

Whoever did this to my girl...

- I know that he couldn't have
done it, but when he hurt her,

did you ever have to take
her to the ER because of it?

- He broke her arm twice. I
took her to the ER for that.

- Which arm was it?

- Her left. Here. Both times.

- Hey, I just pinged
Georgia's phone.

Her and the boyfriend are
both at Orchestra Hall.

- For her audition.
- Mm-hmm.

- Kemi?
- Yeah?

- Have C pull Shannon's
autopsy X-rays, okay?

I need him to call
me when he has them.

- Okay.

- I can't believe it!

You blew them away!

They promoted you so quickly,
I almost feel sorry for Ingrid.

- It's incredible. Me,
first chair violinist

of a Big Five orchestra. You
have no idea how insane that is.

- Ah, it's not insane at all.

I know how hard you work
and you deserve this.

- I'm so happy right now.

I know I shouldn't be, after
what happened to Shannon.

- What happened to
her is terrible,

and I hope whoever did
it rots in jail, but...

You had nothing to
do with that, okay?

Now repeat after
me.

I, Georgia LaCava...

Go on.

- I, Georgia LaCava...

- Am the first chair violinist
of the Philadelphia Orchestra.

- Am the first chair violinist
of the Philadelphia Orchestra.

- There, how's that sound?

- Like I'm finally
where I belong.

- This right here is
some vim in your vigor.

- I don't like vim.

People with vim scare me.

- Yeah, they also get dates.
- I have a date.

- Sunflowers, honey, cinnamon,
and some instructions.

It's a ritual love bath.
But before you take it...

- I'm not going to.
- You need to get Shannon's

autopsy X-rays from Rachel
and then call Nikki.

It's starting to look
familiar. Nice work.

- Hey, Kemi, um...

What's it like, having vim?

- Uh, it's very much... me.

- I just wish I had been nicer
to her. She was so lonely.

- She showed up out of the
blue and asked you to arrange

an audition with the orchestra.
An audition people spend

their entire life hoping to get,
like she was entitled to it.

- In a way, she was. At
least as entitled as me.

It was her dream, our dream.

I'm still wrapping my
head around that one.

Two strangers who want
the exact same thing.

Like you.

I bet she loved you too.

I highly doubt that.

- You're gorgeous,
smart, successful...

A great kisser.

Who wouldn't love
you? I know I do.

What is it?
- Nothing. I love you too.

- C, talk to me.

- I'm looking at
the autopsy X-rays.

- Okay, for Shannon
Steerman, right?

It's her name on the X-rays.

- Yeah, it's clearly
marked it's her.

- I need you to look at her
left arm, okay? Her humerus.

- Okay, I got that in front
of me. What am I looking for?

- Evidence of an old break, a fracture
line, greater bone density, anything.

- No. This arm's never been
broken. Why do you ask?

- Because Shannon Steerman
broke her humerus twice.

- Then why wouldn't it
show up on the X-ray?

- Because those aren't Shannon's
X-rays, those are Georgia's.

- These... These are the
autopsy X-rays of the woman

who was at the
bottom of the ravine.

- Just call the DA right now,

have her issue an arrest
warrant for Shannon Steerman

in connection with the murder
of her sister, Georgia LaCava.

- I made a reservation at
The Landing to celebrate.

- Well, we are
celebrating. At least I am.

- I don't know what it
is, but this feels... off.

- Well then, I'll just have
to work a little bit harder.

I dare you to tell
me this feels off.

- What's this?
- Uh, it's nothing.

- It's attached to you.
- I went to the doctor.

It turns out I'm diabetic.
I would've told you sooner,

but between Shannon
and the audition...

It's an insulin pump, a
lot of people have them.

- Oh, my God. I can't believe
I didn't see it sooner.

I knew something wasn't
right, but this is insane.

You're insane!
- Wait! Where are you going?!

- You killed her, didn't you?
- She was cheating on you.

She doesn't care about
you the way that I do.

- Ah, get off me, Shannon!

- My name is Georgia LaCava!

- Out of the car.

- Hey.

- Out of the car!

Good, hands on the
hood. Hands on the hood.

You're under arrest for the murder of
your sister, Georgia LaCava. Come on.

- I first saw Georgia at a
Music in the Park concert

three months ago.

I couldn't believe it.

Not only that I had
a sister, but...

this sister, a sister who was
everything I wanted to be.

- And you hated her for that?
- Hated her? I loved her.

I was obsessed with
her. I followed her,

I saw where she lived,
where she worked.

I... watched her with Luke.
- You stalked her.

- Yeah. And because I did,
I learned she had a secret.

- Rory Stanz.

- She was cheating
on Luke with him.

God knows why.

I wanted to live in her world,

and maybe she wanted
to slum it in mine.

After she broke it off, Rory
threatened to tell Luke.

She paid him to go
away. But he didn't.

He just asked for more.
When she finally refused,

he lost it.

- The tape that we heard
of him threatening you.

He followed you to the studio
thinking you were Georgia, then.

- I wanted her to love me
the way that I loved her.

I wanted to be a part
of her life, her world.

I thought if I solved her
problem, she'd let me in.

- And your idea of solving
her problem was killing Stanz?

- And when Georgia
didn't let you in,

and she was horrified
by what you did,

maybe threatened to tell
the police, you killed her.

- Georgia and me, we
were the same person,

but because of a random
decision at a foster home

when we were babies, she got
everything and I got nothing.

What she had, I...
deserved it as much as her!

I wanted it as badly. I
worked as hard to get it.

But the only way I could
was by doing what I did,

so no, I didn't kill my sister,
I took what was rightfully mine.

- Baby.
- Hey, Linda. Linda!

- I thought you were gone!
- Linda.

- Whatever you did,
I'm here for you,

I'm not going anywhere.
- Linda, she knows that, okay?

She does. But you
have to let her go.

- All this time, she was right in
front of me and I didn't see her?

Didn't recognize my own child?

- You can't blame yourself.

When it comes to our children,

we see what we want to
see. Trust me, I know.

- You never should've
let me drive.

- Now you tell me.
- Be honest, why did you?

- I'm confused. What happened
to "feeling it in my Jimmies"?

- You were held for six years,

and you still trust
people? Who does that?

- What about you? You're not exactly
a poster child for victim pathologies.

I mean, where's your armor? How
come you're not self-protective?

- I tell people I escaped.
- Didn't you?

- Yeah, I did. But... there
was someone else who didn't.

He was with me the last year.
We were supposed to go together.

When it was time,
she was with him.

I still think I
should've waited.

I know he would've
waited for me.

- Seriously?

- She go on the wall or not?

- Well, it's a wall of found
people. She's been found.

It's not our fault she
belongs in a Hitchcock movie.

- Oh, I called your PT
guy, told him I knew you.

- Oh yeah?
- He still agreed

to meet with me anyway.

It's the hide-a-key?
- Put it wherever you want.

Don't ask Nik, though,
because I know all her spots.

- It'll be under the red pot.

- Maybe you don't understand
the principle of the hide-a-key,

it's to hide the key... from me.

- Look, Sid and Keith need you.

Sometimes you can give them
what they need and still knock.

This is for when you can't.

- Red pot.
- Yeah.

- You make it very difficult
for me to hate you.

♪ From the second I saw you

♪ I've been falling

♪ In that space between
the moment and the ground ♪

- Vim's good.

You could use some vim.

♪ Now I'm dying to be somewhere,
somewhere, somewhere ♪

♪ In your universe

♪ In your universe

- Drag racing?!
- I know, I'm sorry.

- You know that people die
drag racing? You could've died!

- It was my idea, so my fault.

- I could've told
him not to do it.

It's just as much
my fault as his.

- Nik, it's my fault because...

- This is not helping!
You're not helping!

- Okay. I just wanted
him to have a good time.

- Uh, I guess
we're all to blame.

- You are to blame.

You're also unhurt,

which is all that I really
care about. That you're okay.

- That's it? That's
your take home?

He crashes my brother's
car, and all you can say is,

"Thank God you're okay?"

- Get upstairs.
- Oh, so now you're mad at me?

- That doesn't even
begin to explain it.

- Finally, something
we agree on.

♪ Oh darling, if I
could just hold you ♪

♪ I'd give it all
to just know you ♪

♪ Leave it behind in a second
as long as you're there ♪

♪ I don't care, just
want to be somewhere ♪

♪ Somewhere, somewhere

♪ In your universe

- Hey! Come in!
What's going on?

- I followed the
instructions, I did!

- Okay, it's okay.

- I just don't have it!

Vim, and I just want it so bad.

♪ I crashed back down
and breathing hurts ♪

♪ My heart's a million
miles away from Earth ♪

♪ In your universe

♪ I just want, just
wanna be there ♪

♪ Just want, just
wanna be there ♪

♪ Just wanna be somewhere
in your universe ♪♪

- Your sister really
hates your guts.

- Yeah, she does.

My parents don't understand why.

- But you do?

- It meant a lot to me,

hearing you open up about that
boy that you were held with.

Sharing that... made me
feel like I can trust you.

- I feel the same.

- You told me your secret truth.

Now I'm gonna tell you mine.

You're not the only one
who left someone behind.

- Do you have any idea
why I'm so mad at you?

Can you get past yourself

long enough to put
yourself in my shoes?

Or your father's?

For six years, we
have fantasized

about getting our family
back together, and not once,

not one time did I imagine
that when that happened,

it would freak out our daughter.

- If there's something
that you're not telling us,

some deep, dark secret, something
about Keith that you're holding back,

now's the time, please.

- You want me to
tell you my secret?

- You're gonna feel
better if you do, okay?

- I really don't think so.
- Look at you.

It's obviously eating you up.

Tell us, and you'll
feel better, okay?

And we will not get mad, right?

Right.

- So just tell us.

- Okay. Screw it.

The reason why I
put locks on my door

and I don't call him Keith...

and the reason why I resent him
for being able to drive a car

that my brother loved and adored
is because he is not my brother.

- Okay, we know that
you feel that way,

but how can you
possibly be so sure?

- Because I killed my brother.