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As you all know, every
performance is special.

But tonight... Tonight is history.

It marks the end of a stunning career

of one of ballet's greatest
talents, Odessa Kozlova,

a true Prima.

And even though this evening
is to be her last on stage,

her legacy will live
beyond the ages, forever.

Places, please! One minute to curtain.

Places!

I know you're upset, Lapochka.

But this is for the best.

We both know

that the pain in your movements

is starting to show.

The pain I can take.

It's you I can't stand.

Every human being on this earth

knows that life is not without pain.

For most of us,

it's an inconvenience, a trial
to be endured or avoided.

But there are a select few who seek it out,

who use it as a tool to
create something so beautiful

that it transcends this world

and makes them immortal.

Company change!

Ten minutes to act two!

Have you seen Eva?

She's not in her dressing room?

No. And it's seven minutes

until her solo performance.

Looks like your new princess
got cold feet, Dmitry.

I believe that the only
thing that can kill us

is the weapon that made us this way.

I still never summoned up the
courage to test my theory.

Be a sport... let me know
if you work up the nerve.

St. Timothy's medical group,

records department.

I'm trying to find a woman
who may have worked

for one of the New York hospitals,

a nurse, circa 1985.

She was my mother.

Oh, I'm sorry, sir, but
to access employee records

we need a formal request from the police

or the medical examiner's office.

Uh, listen, I'll call you back.

Abraham, who was that?

Ah, nobody.

You're hiding something.

What's her name?

You got me.

You know, this may come as a shock to you,

but some people prefer
to spend their evenings

in the company of the fairer sex,

not locked away in solitude.

What have you been doing downstairs, anyway?

I was... reading about
the life cycle of maggots.

Truly a thrilling subject.

I only tore myself away
to get a bottle of water.

Well, I'll let you get to it, then.

Are you ready?

I'm not sure what to expect here.

Trust me, you'll like it.

Okay.

Mmm!

Oh, my God, that's, um...

Homemade paella.

With each bite, you'll swear

you were on the streets of Seville.

Well, I'll have to take your word for it.

I've never been there.

I've never been anywhere. Really?

I happen to know a man with a plane.

You want to take me to Spain?

Doesn't have to be Spain.

Just close your eyes,

point at a spot on the globe, and we'll go.

You know, I have heard
of schemes like this...

Rich millionaire men
trying to whisk a girl away

using his money and charm...

And my good looks. Don't forget good looks.

You got to admit, it does
sound tempting, doesn't it?

Sorry.

Hanson. Hey, what's up?

I'll be right there.

You're ditching me for another body?

Well, part of one, at least.

Sorry to call you so late,

but I figured a guy like you

wouldn't want to miss a
chance to go to the ballet.

You know me well.

Hope Isaac wasn't too upset that you left.

How did you know I was with Isaac?

Let me guess... You smelled his cologne?

No, it's just, uh, you seem happy.

It's nice to see you in a good mood.

Something tells me it's not going to last.

How'd the press get here so fast?

Oh, a bunch of 'em were in the audience,

covering the retirement of this ballerina,

Odessa Koza-something.

Kozlova.

Ukrainian, 35, one of 12 living ballerinas

to be given the title of Prima.

It's the equivalent of being a queen.

Yeah, well, Her Majesty's
farewell performance

came to a screeching halt
when this thing showed up.

Any idea who it belongs to?

A dancer, obviously.

And judging by the dome of her foot,

a rather gifted one.

5'4", female,

and judging by the skin tone,

I'd say that she was of Latin
origin... Mexico, perhaps.

Or Cuba?

Meet Eva Selgas...

Only dancer who failed to
show for the performance.

Fellow ballerinas said she
left rehearsal 'round 3:00

but didn't tell anyone where she was going.

Killer must have nabbed
her sometime after that

and hacked off her foot.

"Hacked" is the wrong word.

Serration of the bone suggests

that the killer used some kind of saw.

And judging by the blood coagulation,

I'd say the amputation was made antemortem.

You mean she was still
alive when it was cut off?

Yes, but I doubt she suffered long.

With her arcuate artery severed,

Eva must have likely bled
to death within minutes.

But I'd need to see the
body to confirm that.

Well, gonna be a bit of a problem with that.

We haven't found it yet.

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We compared the blood at the scene

to Eva's medical records.

The foot was definitely hers.

Have we notified her family?

We're trying, but I.N.S. is having

a tough time tracking them down.

Turns out Eva's from El Cerro.

It's one of the worst slums in Havana.

You know, it's a pretty odd
background for a ballerina.

It's not odd. It's impressive.

To make it out of a neighborhood
like that takes determination.

Well, and a whole lot of talent, too.

She was about to become the
first ever Prima ballerina

of Cuban descent.

And there's no sign of her body?

No. I talked to all the stage managers

and her fellow dancers.

Nobody saw anything suspicious.

And a search of the theater turned up empty.

Our killer must have cut off
her foot in one location,

then dumped it at the scene.

That's a one hell of a statement.

Who are we looking at?

Well, no one yet... Technically, this isn't

a murder investigation without a body.

The mayor's already called me twice.

He wants homicide on this.

Until we find this girl's body,

this story is not going to die.

Do whatever it takes.

Extraordinary, isn't it?

Yeah, I was gonna go with "bizarre."

I mean, what is this?

Eva's foot has all the
hallmarks of a ballet star.

Fractured toes,
tearing of her anterior ligaments.

She also suffered from tendinitis,

judging by these puncture wounds.

Some sort of steroidal injection,

cortisone perhaps.

All that to just twist
around in a tutu, huh?

Yes, it's hard to believe what
some people will do for art.

Henri!

Glad you decided to come

before the cops broke up our little soiree.

This isn't the house call I was picturing.

You said you were sick.

It was Picasso's idea.

We knew you would never
turn up for merely a party, ah.

Which is damn shame, if you ask me.

This is Paris, Henry.

You should be out,
wandering these fair streets

with a beautiful girl on your arm.

I did have a girl, Ernest,

but she left me for a
charming American novelist.

Ah, yes, I seem to have forgotten her.

Maybe you should, too.

Let him go.

I won't have you spoiling my celebration

by fighting with Hemingway again.

What are we celebrating?

Three of my latest works were
just accepted by the salon.

Not bad for a provincial farm girl, hmm?

Congratulations! They're unbelievable!

Well, you might say I've been

particularly inspired lately, hmm?

Excuse me for a moment.

Valerie, it's time to say
good night, I'm afraid.

Valerie! Valerie!

Valerie, can you hear me?

How much did she take? She's not breathing!

Come on.

That's it! That's it!

Out with it, out with it.

That's it.

Well, I've talked to 15 hospitals,

20 free clinics, and 40 emts,

and not one of them has found
a body with a missing foot.

Please tell me you've found
some of the killer's DNA.

Unfortunately, no.

But I did find something
else on Eva's ballet shoe...

Merino wool fibers.

And judging by the
coarseness and thread count,

I'd say that it was from a rug of some kind.

That's not exactly the
smoking gun I was hoping for.

But Eva's brother may have more information.

Hanson found his address in Queens.

You up for a field trip?

Yes. Lucas...

Let me know when the tox
report comes back from the lab.

Will do.

Ah, Lucas!

If you're looking for Henry,
you just missed him.

Nope, you're the one I wanted.

I have a little favor to ask.

Uh, it's about a woman...

Oh, trouble with the ladies, huh?

Well, fear not.

You've come to the right place.

I-I-it's my mother.

- Oh.
- Yeah.

See, she left my pops 'round 1985.

And after that, she just kind of vanished.

Now, I think I might have found

the hospital that she worked at.

But the schmucks at the records office

won't release her employment files

unless someone from the
O.C.M.E. requests it.

So, that's... Where you come in.

Well, why don't you ask Henry?

I mean, missing-persons
case, hidden files...

Sounds like a rocking
Saturday night for him.

Oh, I forgot to mention...

Henry must not know about this,

because, um, when my mother went missing,

things got kind of dark,
uh, for me, that is.

I just don't want to worry him.

Right. Uh...

It's just...

I want to help you,

but I have a lot of trouble keeping secrets

with Henry, because he sort of plays

those jedi mind tricks.

I'm sure you've felt them.

Yeah, I know it's a lot to ask.

But, um, Henry just always

speaks so
highly about... about you.

Calls you his right-hand man.

Henry says that?

O-of course... course he says that.

Look, I, uh...

Yeah, I can make some calls for you.

Uh, what... what's her name?

Well, she's had a few.

Karen Jones, Alice Smith.

Wait, what do you mean, like aliases?

Does this have something
to do with your dad?

It's a long story.

When did you first
realize Eva was missing?

She was supposed to meet me for lunch

at the restaurant where I work.

But she never came.

I tried to tell the cops
that she was in danger,

that... that someone from the
ballet had been following her.

Wait, you're saying Eva had a stalker?

Did she say who it was?

Oh, no. She... she didn't say.

She... she said she could handle it herself.

By the looks of things, she did.

Eva was carrying a can

of pepper spray in her gym bag.

It appears to be half empty.

Perhaps she had a recent
run-in with her stalker.

Is this Eva's car?

Yes.

Was she driving it the day she went missing?

Yes.

Henry, where are you going with this?

The carpet in cars nowadays

is made of synthetic materials,

but the carpet in classic cars is made

of 100% natural fiber,

like the wool we found on Eva's shoe.

If we find that car...

We may find Eva's body.

Parking authority found it

abandoned this morning on
a curbside in the Bronx.

Interior appears to be clean,

but check this out.

Look at this pool of blood.

The stain is too small.

When Eva's killer cut her foot off,

it would have been gushing
with blood, unless...

Unless what?

Unless she stopped the bleeding.

Eva's killer put her in the trunk

believing that she was either

unconscious or perhaps even dead.

But she was awake.

The rubber tubing has
been torn off this carpet.

She must have ripped it
out to make a tourniquet.

Wait, doc, are you saying...

Our murder victim might still be alive.

Where are we with suspects?

Well, we're heading over
to Stuhler Center now.

Eva's brother said she was being stalked

by someone at the ballet.

Figure we head over there,

talk to some people, see
if we can flush 'em out.

Good. In the meanwhile,

State P.D. is putting
together a search party,

but they've got a lot of ground to cover.

It would be nice if they
knew exactly where to start.

Well, Henry's on it, believe me.

Dirt in her tires appears to
be a mixture of silt and clay.

Grass under the tires seems to
be of the paniculata variety.

What exactly does that mean?

There must be something
here that can tell us

where Eva's attacker dumped her body.

We only have a few hours left.

Time is of the essence!

Lucas, you got a minute?

No! No.

Uh, a bunch of files came for you

from St. Timothy's Medical Group.

You have to sign for them.

Medical files? What are they about?

Oh, that's, uh, probably a mistake.

T-they're not for me. Anyway, I'll...

I'll, uh, I'll figure this out.

It's a terrible thing
to lose a talent like Eva.

A director is lucky if he
sees a dancer like this

once, maybe, twice in a lifetime.

Everyone she worked with adored her.

Well, apparently not everyone.

We believe Eva may have had a stalker.

Do you know of anyone at the theater

that may be jealous?

There isn't a girl in the company

who wasn't jealous of Eva.

She was replacing Odessa
Kozlova as the next Prima.

She was replacing Odessa?

We heard that Odessa was retiring.

The injuries, the... the practice,

they were beginning to
take its toll on Odessa.

The company thought it would be best

to pass the mantle on to Eva.

How did Odessa feel about that?

Well, she was upset, naturally.

But to think that she would
do something like this

is impossible.

She was at rehearsal the
entire day Eva went missing.

Besides, I never heard her threaten Eva.

They hardly even spoke.

Looks like Odessa found

another way to get her message across.

Did Odessa have access
to this dressing room?

Yes, she did.

You think a prim little
ballet queen like Odessa's

even got the power to cut off a girl's foot?

Well, every queen

has her henchmen.

Russian mob, by the looks of it.

Check out that one.

His eyes are almost swollen shut.

Allergy season?

No, pepper spray.

Eva unloaded half a can on the guy

who was supposedly following her.

No autographs.

Oh, actually, we were
hoping for an interview.

You may call it retirement.

But when a ballet director replaces you

with some girl from the slums

who can barely spin on her toes.

I call that an insult.

Yeah, well, I call it motive.

Only a pretty girl like you

didn't want to get her hands dirty,

so you went to your pal Sergei.

Your record is pretty impressive.

Robbery, extortion, aggravated assault.

So, what the hell is a thug like you doing

hanging out with a bunch of ballerinas?

My colleagues and I are investors

in Odessa's career.

We pay for her dance coaches,

her living expenses...

And in return, you take

a portion of her earnings.

But all that money was about to go away

when Eva took her job.

You chopped off Eva's foot,

and then you left it at
that ballet as a warning.

I never touched Eva!

You got close enough for
her to pepper-spray you.

You must have been
following her for a while,

waiting for that perfect
moment to kidnap her.

He was never trying to kidnap her.

He was only watching her.

It's an old trick in Russia.

You hire a man to follow from distance,

leave a few threats.

Suddenly the dancer gets distracted.

I was just trying to make Eva slip up.

But I told Sergei never to
touch her, just to follow.

Were you following her
the day she went missing?

Yes.

She left rehearsal around three,

went to the courtyard,

hung around some statue,

and then she left.

And you didn't follow her?

She already pepper-sprayed me once.

Thought it'd be best to let her go.

Besides, it was raining outside.

Let me get this straight, Henry.

You dragged us all the way back out here,

just because this cossack
meathead said it was raining?

Don't you see?

It was pouring when Eva left the studio,

and yet she stood outside

in front of this statue for some time.

Henry, we still have two

perfectly good suspects back at the station.

Both have motive, both...

Are innocent.

Sergei and Odessa won't be able

to tell us where Eva was going

the afternoon she went missing
or who she was meeting.

But this statue might.

It's what the romans would
call a "talking statue."

You see, in ancient Rome, young lovers

were forbidden from speaking in public.

So they would leave notes
in statues such as this.

That would
explain why no one saw her

after she left rehearsal... she
was gonna meet her secret lover

for a little afternoon delight.

Someone whose name starts with a "P."

"Oyster Bay Motel,
Room 6, 4:00 pm, love, P."

Who the hell is "P"?

We got to get to the Oyster Bay Motel.

- Clear.
- Clear.

Guess we found where
Eva's foot was cut off.

No other signs of a struggle, though.

You'd think she'd try to fight back.

She never had the chance to.

Her lover lay in wait.

The moment she came through this door

into this darkened room, he hit
her over the head with this.

Eva's attacker must have
loaded her body up here

and then drove her
someplace else to be dumped.

Where are you going?

There was a piece of paniculata
grass in the wheel well of Eva's car.

And the sand embedded in the tires

was silt based.

The attacker drove along
the beach and stopped...

There.

Look at those seagulls.

They never gather in a flock that large.

Not unless there's fresh food.

Eva!

Eva!

She's still alive!

Doctor, when can we expect Eva to wake up?

She might be able to tell
us who her attacker was.

It's tough to tell.

I mean, judging by her chart, I'd say

it's a miracle she's even alive.

What your charts won't show is that Eva

possesses an extraordinary willpower.

She chose to live, despite the pain.

You need to find the monster that did this.

What's to say he doesn't
come back and hurt her again?

We're going to have
a guard posted in her room

24/7, Mr. Salgas.

In the meantime, there are

a few questions that we'd like to ask.

Javier, we have reason to believe

that Eva was meeting someone

at that motel.

Do you know if she was seeing anyone?

No, no, no, that's... that's impossible.

Eva would have told me.

Look, I know that this may be ha...

No. You don't know!

When we came to this country,

we drifted on that raft for days

with nothing... nothing but each other.

You don't hide things from
people you love like that.

Oh! Here's one that matches
the physical description

of your mother... 67 years old, 5'4",

and... African American.

Mm.

That's the last of them.

Well, I guess it's possible that, uh,

she went under some other alias.

Well, we could call the hospital and ask

for all the employee files
that match the description.

Of course, to do that, we
would need Henry to sign off.

Yeah. Well...

I guess it's a dead end, then.

I'm sorry.

Listen, if it's any consolation,

I, uh, I once had a girl leave
me with no explanation.

To be honest, I've had a few.

Anyway, I know how hard

it can be to not have closure.

What's hard is imagining my mom

in a place like this,

under some made-up name.

No one to claim her.

I don't even know if there was
someone there to bury her.

Hmm.

Anyway, thanks for your help.

Yes, St. Timothy's?

Yes, this is Dr. Henry Morgan.

I'm calling with a very special request.

Africa?

Think about it.

Sunsets on the Serengeti.

Midnight Safaris.

We could even fit in some big-game hunting.

Hunting? No, if I go on vacation,

I'm leaving my gun at home.

Ah, I see your point.

What about someplace romantic?

What about Paris?

Sipping wine on the Rue de Seine.

Fireworks over the Eiffel Tower.

Now, how can you say no to that?

No, it's not... It's not that I'm saying no.

It's just...

Jo?

Jo, did I lose you?

You know, I'm gonna have to call you back.

Thanks.

Hey.

Ah. If you're thinking

about taking a trip to Africa,

I would recommend skipping Tanzania.

They've just had a recent
outbreak of dysentery.

No, um, Isaac wants to take me on vacation.

Really?

Well, he doesn't waste any time, does he?

Yeah, I think he's
getting impatient with me.

Having trouble narrowing down a place?

No, it's just, things are...

Well, they're moving so fast.

And... you're afraid you don't like him?

No, I-I-I'm afraid that I do.

Well...

If this case has taught us anything,

it's that you can live,

despite whatever pain you're going through.

But you can't let the fear of getting hurt

stop you from opening up
to someone you care about.

I don't know why I'm even
worrying about this now.

I can't leave on a vacation

with an open case, and we're not

any closer to capturing Eva's attacker.

Which is why I propose we
head to the Stuhler Center.

Eva was about to take the part of Thisbe

in the upcoming production
of "Pyramus and Thisbe."

The note we found in the statue

was signed "P"... Pyramus.

It stands to reason, if
Eva was playing Thisbe...

We have to find her Pyramus.

More energy!

Are you trying to bore me?

Mr. Milikoff?

Can we have a word?

We understand you're doing

a production of "Pyramus and Thisbe."

Would you tell us who is
playing the role of Pyramus?

Jean Valle. Why?

We're gonna have to speak with Jean.

It's regarding Eva Selgas.

Yes, well, he's a bit occupied right now...

With Eva indisposed, we
need to find a new Thisbe.

And these girls are not doing much

to inspire my confidence!

Are you all right?

I'm okay. I just... I need a minute.

All right, take five.

I've got it from here. Thanks.

I wouldn't do that.

Far healthier to ice your ankle

and rest for the day.

Look around you, doctor.

No one here cares what's healthy.

We do what we have to to be the best.

Guess now I know

the source of your newfound inspiration.

Henri...

Thank you for your help last night.

But I could do without the lecture.

I don't mean to lecture.

I'm just trying to understand.

Why? Why would you risk your life,

your success?

Artists in Paris

aren't exactly in short supply, Henri.

Heroin, it helps to unlock something in me.

The works I've created with
it will live far beyond me.

I just overdid it last night is all.

Oh, Valerie.

You have a gift

so much stronger than opiate.

If you just have faith in yourself,

I know you're capable of
works even greater than this.

Well...

I won't unless I get back to work, hmm?

Thank you again...

For everything.

Okay, everybody,

let's start again, from the top.

Hanson, what's up?

Jo, I'm at the hospital. Eva's awake.

I asked her who she was
meeting at that hotel.

You're never gonna guess who it is.

I think I have a pretty good idea.

This poster

features the performers

of the first "Pyramus and Thisbe,"

including the original Pyramus.

Dmitry Milikoff.

This is from you, right?

You left it for her in the statue.

For the thousandth time,
yes, this was from me,

but from a week ago.

We had no plans to meet
the day she went missing.

Notes in statues.

Motel rooms outside of town.

What is with all the secrecy, Dmitry?

It was Eva's idea.

After I announced that
she would be next Prima,

she was worried that if we were found out,

there would be whispering...

That she was sleeping her way to the top?

I would never do anything to hurt her.

I love Eva.

Being close to Eva

is unlike anything I've ever felt.

It is like...

Being close to greatness.

If I don't look at it, I don't
even feel like it's gone.

What it took for you to survive this,

your resolve...

It's amazing.

Many of us who escaped Cuba
have learned the hard way

there are some things
worth more than any pain.

If you feel up to it,

would you mind telling me
exactly what happened,

as you remember it?

I don't know.

It was all a blur.

The only thing I remember clearly

was waking up in the trunk...

And realizing what had been done to me.

That's it, really.

Get some rest, Eva.

Have you scheduled an amputation
for the rest of her leg?

No. In most cases,

further amputation would be necessary.

But whoever did this to her

cauterized the femoral artery.

What?

Surgically?

But that would mean whoever it was

never intended to kill her.

Dmitry didn't do this!

We know. We just came from the ballet.

Security guards confirmed that Dmitry

was at the theater the day Eva went missing.

He didn't have a chance to try and kill her.

Whoever did this wasn't trying to kill her.

I just spoke to Eva's doctor.

Her wound was cauterized skillfully,

so she'd live.

Or, rather, so she'd suffer.

For her, a life without dancing

is a fate worse than death.

So, whoever we're looking for

has a medical background of some kind.

A physical therapist at the ballet?

How about an army doctor?

Eva's immigration records came through

the other day, along with her brother's.

I didn't think much of this at
the time when I saw it, but...

Check out what it says
under Javier's occupation.

Javier Selgas, age 30.

Formerly employed by the Cuban army

as a battlefield surgeon.

Javier Selgas. NYPD.

Open up. We have a warrant.

Allow me.

Place is clear, but check out what I found.

Just your usual tools, right...
Hammer, Phillips head,

oh, and a bone saw.

- NYPD! Freeze.
- Down on the ground!

Nowhere left to run, Javier!

No!

Well, we recovered the
bone saw at Javier's house

along with his medical supplies

and the maps to where he dumped Eva's body.

Looks like a closed case.

One thing still doesn't make any sense.

Why would Javier do this to Eva

after everything they
went through to get here?

Well, I mean, Dmitry said

that Eva was gonna outgrow everyone.

Maybe with her becoming Prima,

Javier was worried he'd be left behind.

Isaac?

Yeah. I took your advice.

We are going to Paris.

Fantastic.

- When?
- Tonight.

Even more fantastic.

Good for you.

Paris is... Well, let's just say

that wherever you go in the world,

Paris stays with you,

for Paris is a moveable feast.

That's beautiful.

Well, it's Hemingway, not me.

He did have a way with words.

He also had a way with women.

So, what are Henry Morgan's
must-sees in Paris?

In my humble opinion,

the single best thing to
do in Paris is get lost.

Lost?

Yes.

Wake up, start walking
in any direction, really,

and get lost.

Wander the streets until
you're so terribly weak

that you have no choice but
to stop at the nearest cafe

and order something wonderful to eat

along with a glass or two of wine.

And then set back out into the city.

And do it all over again.

But know that this regimen works best

only if done with someone
you find very special.

Sounds nice.

Oh, good, I have both of you.

More like you have one of us.

Jo has some packing to do.

- Yeah.
- Okay.

Got the final lab results on Eva's foot.

One surprising thing was the...

- Azathioprine?
- Nailed it.

Big surprise. It was in her blood.

- It's a powerful...
- Anti-arthritic.

- Yeah, you're doing that thing where you...
- Finish your sentences? Yes.

So, it wasn't cortizone she was injecting.

But that doesn't make any sense.

I need to see the foot. Now.

She didn't have early onset arthritis.

She had a degenerative bone condition.

I'd say she had about
a year of dancing left.

And she knew it.

Checking out?

Dr. Morgan.

If it's all right, I'd be
happy to wheel Eva out.

You've been told about Javier?

Yes.

I'm still in shock about all of it.

I can't believe he's dead.

It still seems almost impossible

to believe he could do this to me.

You have no idea why?

Javier always thought I cared more

about dance than our family.

I guess he was jealous.

That seems odd.

Javier obviously cared very much about you,

he even gave you injections of azathioprine

to treat your bone condition.

When exactly were you diagnosed?

About a year ago.

How terrible

to learn you'd have less than a year

to inhabit a role that you'd
spent a lifetime working for.

Still, the question remains,

why would Javier bother
cutting off your foot

if he knew your career would soon end?

I said I... I don't know.

He would have done anything for you.

Or I should say to you.

At your bidding, Javier cut off your foot.

He loved you enough.
He had the medical skills.

At Javier's house,

the police discovered the antibiotics,

the adrenaline sulfide,
and the saline solution...

The perfect cocktail to
keep you alive long enough

so that the police could find you.

You had Javier drop off
your foot at the ballet

to ensure the attention of the press.

Thanks to the media coverage,
you'll always be frozen in time

as the Prima that could
have been the best ever.

History will never forget you.

That is quite a story, Dr. Morgan.

Very dramatic.

I'll take it from here, doctor.

She played us. She played all of us.

The role of a lifetime.

Well, wait till we arrest her.

She will be known as the
craziest fraud that ever lived.

I don't know how that's possible.

Javier is dead, and we have no proof

that Eva orchestrated this.

The D.A. goes to trial
with this, Eva walks free.

And it will only add to Eva's legend...

Be more of what she wants.

No, I am not gonna just sit back and...

Jo, stop.

I'm as upset about this as you are,

but this one, we've got to let go.

Besides, detective, don't
you have a plane to catch?

Bring me back a croissant or something.

I just... I can't believe

Eva put herself through that much pain.

And for what?

I once knew someone similar to Eva.

Never underestimate what
some people will do to...

To live forever?

Enjoy Paris, Jo.

Excited? I'm excited.

Paris with you... Very exciting.

I can't believe I'm actually going.

Oh, you're going, all right.

You're going to experience

the most romantic city in the world

in best possible way
there is to experience it.

Really?

Courtesy of my 100% foolproof,
Paris-is-magical itinerary.

I've got every minute planned,
every meal, every sip of wine.

Every minute, huh?

Any chance of just getting lost?

Lost?

I would never get us lost.

I got you, girl.

Lost.

OCME?

Uh, yes, we're looking for Dr. Morgan.

This is the St. Timothy Medical Group.

Oh, St. Timothy Medical Group.

Yes, I'm sorry.
This is Dr. Morgan.

I have a bit of a cold.

I'm sorry to hear that.

We checked all our files,
and I think we've identified

a former employee who fits
the description you gave us.

Shall I give you the information?

Yes. Please.

There are moments in all of our lives

when we are compelled to ask ourselves,

how far are we willing
to go for what we want?

Valerie? It's Henry.

Val?

♪ Collecting names of the
lovers that went wrong ♪

Incredible.

♪ The lovers that went wrong ♪

How much are we willing to risk,

to sacrifice, to endure?

♪ We are the reckless,
we are the wild youth ♪

♪ chasing visions of our futures ♪

Because it's one thing
to yearn for something...

♪ One day, we'll reveal the truth ♪

But quite another to find
the strength to achieve it.

♪ Before he gets there ♪

♪ And if you're in love,
then you are the lucky one ♪

Hi.

Shouldn't you be on a plane?

♪ 'Cause most of us are
bitter over someone ♪

Um...

I realized that I...

I didn't want to go.

What? To Paris?

With Isaac.

♪ But I'm forever missing him ♪

I didn't want to go with Isaac.

♪ And you caused it ♪

Why?

♪ And you caused it ♪

I don't know.

- Maybe I thought that...
- Henry.

Oh, good, you're here.

Hi, Jo.

Hi.

Uh, I... I need to talk to you.

Abraham, is everything all right?

You know what? Um, this is nothing.

I... I can, um...

I'll see you tomorrow at the precinct.

Abe.

Abraham, tell me what's happened.

I found mom.

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