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*When they finally come,
what'll you do to them ?*

*Gonna decimate them
like you did to me ?*

Give me the rock.

No, no, no, no. Driver's side
window on that truck. Right there.

Too easy, man.

Hey !

Think he's a little ticked off ?

Hey ! Stupid punks, get
back here ! I saw you !

That tickles !

Do you wanna play ?

I'm Riley !

Oh, my God !

Do you wanna play ?

I'm Riley. You're special.

Now this is spooky.

Welcome to New York City's
Premiere Doll Hospital.

I lived here my whole life. I never
knew a place like this existed.

You never broke an
arm off your G.I. Joe ?

Yeah, but I did it on purpose.

It was a casualty of war.

- Who's our vic ?
- Russell McCulley.

He owns all of this.

- And the kid ?
- Arvin Dooley.

He literally stumbled onto
our vic and then called 911.

Somebody sliced his hand good.

Sliced right through the radial artery.

I got something here.

Arterial spray.

He was cut there.

Direction of the blood pattern
says he stumbled back to here,

grabbed for the shelves.

And it all came tumbling down.

More than likely, died of shock
before he completely bled out.

Why kill this guy ?

Doesn't appear to be a robbery.
Cash is still in the register.

None of the dolls are
missing, as far as we can tell.

And no sign of forced entry.

Although, the kid did
say that it was open.

"Closed" sign is in the window.

I imagine the vic flipped the sign, but
didn't get a chance to lock the door.

Left hand is clenched,

still holding on tight.

Cadaveric spasm. Quick
and extreme rigor.

Something about this little doll

was worth dying for.

CSI NY - Season 2 - Episode 9
"City Of The Dolls"

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Dr. McCulley usually stays after hours,

mostly to catch up on paperwork.

We close at 6:00.

Doctor?

We try to make it like a real hospital.

We have admission and
release forms, visiting hours.

It's for the kids.

When they drop off their broken
dolls, we want them to feel like

we'll take good care of them.

Anything special about the
doll that was in his hand ?

Secret Sofie.

She was admitted yesterday afternoon.

I believe the doctor repaired her.

I can get you the paperwork, Detective.

Miss Felton, can you think of any reason

why someone would want
to kill Dr. McCulley ?

No.

Any disgruntled customers,
former employees ?

Maybe he was having problems at home with
the family. The smallest thing could help.

One lady returned her
antique doll several times.

She was unsatisfied with the
work, but that was months ago.

More recently, the doctor filed
a complaint with WorldSend.

The parcel delivery service ?

Some of the dolls we repair
come from out of state.

We carefully package
them and send them back.

But lately, we've been getting
calls. The items inside were broken.

Was Mr. McCulley married
or in a relationship ?

Hopelessly single.

Although, there were a
lot of women in his life.

Were you one of them ?

No.

I wasn't that lucky.

Excuse me.

Possible suspect ?

No, I'm focused on the boxes behind him.

They have WorldSend overnight labels.

All are unopened, and the one on
the bottom appears to have been wet.

Looks like it absorbed
water from the bottom up.

Possibly from the snow.

Someone delivered
those boxes last night.

No ligature marks, lacerations.

No abrasions. No bullet wounds.

No apparent external
injuries, whatsoever.

I've got several nondescript
capsules and a half glass of water.

But nothing that tells me

whether these are
barbiturates or vitamins.

Possible O.D. It's
certainly not suicide.

This is a "To do" list
dated for tomorrow.

If you're gonna kill yourself, why
would you waste your time planning

to pay bills and do laundry ?

She was a waitress.

Yeah ?

How do you afford this address

on a waitress' salary ?

Is it me, or is she smiling ?

Some souls find peace with death.

Y eah.

This isn't her glove.

Hey.

When Lauren didn't answer the door,

I became concerned.

We've only been neighbors
for eight months, but I...

I feel like I've known her forever.

I know this sounds silly, but
something just didn't feel right.

You know ? So I called the doorman.

You didn't assume she was at
work or out running an errand ?

Yesterday, she told me she wasn't
feeling well and would spend today in bed.

Carolyn. Are you okay ?

Oh, Dale, it's terrible.

- What ? What ?
- Lauren's gone. She's... She's dead.

What ? What happened ?

This is Detective Bonasera.
I'm Detective Flack.

Uh, Dale Straker.

Detectives ? I'm sorry,
this is a homicide ?

All sudden and unexpected
deaths are investigated.

Of course.

Oh, um, you told them
about the argument, right ?

No, I mean, it was...
it was nothing, really.

Yesterday, we heard some voices
coming from Lauren's apartment.

I don't know, but it sounded
like it got pretty heated.

About what time was this argument ?

Just after 5:00, I think.

Could you tell what
they were arguing about ?

No, it's not that. It was

the tone of the conversation
that was disturbing...

to me, at least.

It ended with a door being slammed.

Was the other voice male or female ?

Female, definitely.

A very angry female voice.

I'm sorry.

Rhonda Chavez ?

Look, before you start
into a really moving story

about how badly you need your
package, I can't help you, okay ?

I'm not allowed to pull
anything off the truck.

I got to deliver it to
the address on the box.

I'd like to talk to you
about Russell McCulley.

His doll hospital is
on your delivery route.

Yeah, I know him.

You were there last night ?

I can't believe he called you.

What, now it's a crime to tell
someone to mind their own business ?

- Depends on how you told him.
- I suppose he said I threatened him.

Well, he accused me of being
careless with his packages.

He called my supervisor. I get one
more complaint, and I lose my job.

So, yeah, I got a little mad,
and I got in his face about it.

- And then what ?
- I left.

Did you leave by the
front door or the back ?

- I didn't catch your name.
- Detective Taylor.

Crime Scene Investigator. Which door ?

I went out the back door.

Every evening, same thing.

I park my truck in the alley. I
get in, get out, get on with it.

It says "Fragile", I've had
enough of you ruining my boxes.

Yeah, yeah. But the point is, I don't
appreciate the accusation, okay ?

The door locks automatically behind me.

- Did something happen ?
- Russell McCulley's been murdered.

What ?

What time was your delivery ?

Late.

It was my last stop. I'd
say 6:30, quarter to 7:00.

After closing.

Other than Russell McCulley, was there anyone
else in the hospital when you were there ?

No.

Anybody see you go in or out ?

No.

Like I said, it was late.

- How mad were you, Rhonda ?
- Not mad enough to kill him.

Now, unless you're about to tell me
that I have the right to remain silent,

I have to get back to work.

Excuse me. Um, I'm Harry
Ellis, the next-door neighbor.

We were wondering how
long would all this take ?

Most of the activity will
settle down in a couple hours,

but it's gonna remain a crime scene.

Mr. Ellis, were you home
yesterday around 5:00 ?

Yes.

Did you, uh, did you hear an argument
coming from Ms. Redgrave's apartment ?

I heard something, but,
like I said to the officers,

I've learned to tune out the noises.

So

it'll probably be a whole week or so before
they can list the apartment on the market ?

Yeah, we usually don't let
the realtors show a place

until we get the stink of
death out of the carpeting.

Just thought I'd ask.

And the attitude is unnecessary.

Stomach cancer.

So it was as it appeared,
hair loss due to chemotherapy.

Only 28 years old.

This type of cancer is rare in
someone so young, but it does happen.

However, despite its advanced
stage, it wasn't our cause of death.

Our COD was respiratory failure.

I can see the discoloration on the
lungs. It's very gray here and here.

Surface hard and rubbery ?

Yes, Doctor.

There's a degree of
damage to the organs

due to the cancer as well
as the chemo treatments.

So there's very little
that I can conclude.

Until we get the results back from tox.

Precisely.

How much time did she have ?
In regards to the cancer.

Three to four months.

I wonder if she knew that.

Thanks, Sid.

Maybe we should revisit the idea
of suicide. Or assisted suicide.

She might have wanted to
end it on her own terms.

She had every healthy food, cancer
cure product available in her home.

No, it didn't look to me like
she was giving up the fight.

I think Lauren Redgrave
really wanted to live.

My name is Sooo... fie...

All right. Mac...

I checked our doll for hidden
drugs, cash, treasure maps.

Anything that would tell us
why our vic held on so tight.

- And the verdict ?
- Zero. I have no clue

why this doll was so important to him.

Any blood other than the vic's ?

Negative.

All we got is a... bad voice box.
And Lindsay just took it over to the AV.

So we find out who owned Secret Sofie.

You're having as much fun
with your doll as I've had with mine.

Yeah. You have that shard you
pulled from the vic's hand ?

Yeah.

This little doll's arm...
is our murder weapon.

Cheap Styrofoam.

Somebody grabbed it when
the soup was still hot.

Flack.

Yeah, yeah.

It's always about the black glove.

Yeah, it's connected to the soup.

Yeah, I'm getting a
little hungry for lunch.

Meet me there ?

Oh. uh...

I mix a little bit of rat
poison with scrambled eggs.

Gets them every time.

Sorry you guys had to see that.

Two for lunch ?

- No.
- Ah... no.

Thank you.

I just need to ask
you a couple questions.

Could you tell me who made
a delivery last night to...

837 W. 57th Street ?

Sure...

That was me.

Great. Could you raise
your right hand, please ?

We found your glove.

Three days ago, she was
supposed to cover for me.

She didn't show.

I almost got fired.

We got into it over the phone.

I felt bad so I went to see her.

Did she explain why she didn't shown up ?

She said she was sick.

That's why I brought her the soup.

And that was... definitely a mistake.

How's that ?

She accused me of trying to kill her.

I don't want it.

It's poison.

It's soup, Lauren. It's your favorite.
You're sick, you should eat something.

There's pesticides in the vegetables.

They use chemicals to
manufacture Styrofoam,

and it seeps into the food.

And the meat is from chickens
that are injected with horm...

- What is wrong with you ?
- I don't want to die !

Lauren, what are you talking about ?

Get out !

Just get out !

You have lost your mind.

I'd never seen her like that before.

Did you bring Lauren anything
other to eat than the soup ?

No.

All right.

Thank you.

Hey.

You didn't say how she died.

Arsenic poisoning.

It's your cause of death.

As you know, most common route
of entry is oral ingestion.

Yeah.

And we can rule out the
capsules we found at the scene.

They were nothing more than
a collection of organic supplements.

There was no poison
detected in the soup.

So that means we'll need to go

back to the apartment
and test every food

and ingestible item that's there.

Histological examination of the organs

- indicates chronic poisoning.
- Okay.

Usually I can tell the number of weeks,
but because our victim lost her hair,

we don't have a sufficient sample
to determine an accurate timeline.

Which would help us narrow
down a list of suspects.

Who was in her life at
the time of the poisonings ?

You know...

I used to date a lovely young
lady who shed quite a bit.

My point being... when you return
to the victim's apartment,

you might want to gather a few
hairs from the shower drain.

I imagine she didn't wear
her wig while bathing.

And any long blond hairs in the drain

would be from her,

most likely when she
started to lose her hair.

Right.

Anything, Hawkes ?

I'm suspicious about
everything and sure...

of nothing.

Ain't that the truth.

You hear that ?

Wow, he's good.

Yeah.

Really good.

You know...

I don't think Lauren told
anybody about her cancer.

The Strakers didn't mention it and...

it was obvious that Darcy
hadn't heard about it.

That's a tough thing to
go through by yourself.

Must have been such a hard blow.

Now I understand why she went to bed
with her wig and makeup on.

What if she died in her sleep ?

She wanted to look beautiful.

Yeah... and she did.

Hey, Hawkes, come here.

Take a look at this. Top of the tea bag.

Very top.

Staple's been moved.

Removed.

This one, too.

Okay, we got something here.

- Hey, Hawkes ?
- Yeah.

The tea bags were tainted with arsenic,

iron, metal, sulfide and olivine.

None of these are listed as ingredients

on the tea bag box.

And the last four components...

create meteorite dust.

Meteorite dust ?

I don't make this stuff up.

Well, why is it in the tea bags ?

The unanswered question...

I know that they collect this
dust from craters here on Earth.

It's predominately used in golf clubs.

It's odd, and unexplainable,

but it's not lethal.

It was the arsenic that
killed Lauren Redgrave.

And the results of the...

atomic absorption test on her hair

says she's been slowly poisoned

over the last seven months.

This poison was found in tea bags

that anybody could pick
up at an upscale drugstore.

You're thinking product tampering ?

I'm thinking maybe this is a
lot bigger than Lauren Redgrave.

I dropped the doll off yesterday,

late afternoon after my
faculty meeting here at school.

Is there anything special
about your daughter's doll ?

Um, to Abby, Sofie was
very special, but...

other than that, no.

Why'd you take the doll
to the doll hospital ?

As Abby explained it,

Sofie's mouth would move, but
the sound wouldn't come out.

Has she had the doll for a while ?

Over a year.

Miss Drake...

these are the last boxes.

Thank you, boys.

Luke, don't forget, tutoring on Monday.

And Jason, I expect your art
history homework first thing.

Ms. Drake, we checked the
doll hospital's phone records.

Mr. McCulley called you last night ?

Yes, he left a message on my voice mail.

I could pick up the
doll anytime I was ready.

But right now... I do have
to pick up my daughter.

Sure...

- Thank you.
- Thanks.

Maybe this isn't about the doll at all.

Maybe he just used it to defend himself.

Grip was way too tight.

You ever been to the scene of a shooting where
the vic's hand is actually frozen in place ?

You can actually... take the gun...

slide it right into the palm.

Perfect fit.

That means he was struggling
with his attacker for the gun.

Same thing happened here.

You know ?

- You hungry ?
- No, I got to get back to the lab.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, me, too. Me, too.

This is no ordinary doll.

Pretty expensive... not very many made,

but her big selling point is
that she can keep a secret.

The owner of the doll
can record a message...

a secret...

and then play it back again.

I've been tinkering with it...

I saw them kissing again.

This time, they were
naked, and I saw everything.

They kept saying things like,

"Ooh, touch me there. That feels good."

It was a bad touch.
Shh... It's a secret.

Sounds like she caught two
people in a compromising position.

The doctor fixed the
doll and heard the secret.

Do you murder somebody over it ?

Depends on who was getting compromised.

Go back to the top.

I saw them kissing again.

This time they were naked
and I saw everything.

- They kept saying things...
- Wait, go back.

... and I saw everything. They kept...

Pull up the back the background.

I saw them kissing again.

This time, they were
naked, and I saw everything

That's some kind of a bell.

This little girl saw something
in her elementary school ?

I guess we won't know until we ask her.

Abby, Sofie told me that
you two have a secret.

Do you want to tell me what it is ?

No. I don't think she would like it.

I'm sure Sofie wouldn't mind.

I don't think so.

Secrets are like promises.

And you have to keep them.

I'm sorry.

She won't tell me, either.
I tried on the way over here.

It's okay, sweetie.
You're being very good.

Abby, I promise you
won't get in trouble.

No one's going to get mad.

In fact, nobody even has
to know that you've told me.

You can tell me.

No... I can't.

The good news... only
one box was tainted.

The box in Lauren Redgrave's apartment.

The bad news, Harry...

is this little price tag.

It tells me that the
box came from your store.

So someone tampered with my products.

And it's just a coincidence that your next
door neighbor bought the only tainted box ?

I didn't poison her.

Did you know your price tag stamp
could be identified much like a gun ?

It leaves a very
specific identifying mark.

Unique only to that stamp.
No other stamp has it.

This is all very interesting,

but why would I kill her ?

We asked ourselves the same question.

And you know what ?

You had already given me the answer.

You were interested in her apartment.

Do you hear what you're saying ?

That I'd kill somebody for a space ?

- It's a closet.
- With a view.

Maybe knock the wall down

that separates your apartment from hers.

Wasn't that your plan
eight months ago, Harry ?

I... I have no idea what
you're talking about.

Well, then let me take
you back to the beginning.

You see, we couldn't figure
out how Lauren Redgrave

could afford that apartment
on a waitress' salary,

so we did some research.

And what we learned was...

the previous owner, George Milfy,

left it to his favorite
waitress in his will.

That must have really pissed you off.

You know what ? Yeah, it did.

We're a co-op.

And we screen potential tenants.

Those are the rules, and George
Milfy broke them from his grave.

Well, who knew his will
would supersede the rules ?

I didn't kill her.

I wouldn't do that.
I don't murder people.

That little girl was a tough cookie.
I couldn't get any more information.

When we recovered the doll at
the scene it wasn't working.

But the nurse said
McCulley had repaired it.

So it must have been damaged
again in the struggle.

If the doll doctor heard
the same message we did,

he might have believed that Abby
witnessed something inappropriate.

That would explain the phone call
he made to Abby's mother that night.

But it's not the kind of thing
you leave on somebody's voice mail.

But the fact remains, the
doctor held on to that doll.

Somebody wanted it because
they knew what was on it.

Okay, that swatch you cut from the
doll's clothing, anything on it ?

Salt... potassium acetate,
which is consistent

with the stuff that they use to melt
the snow and ice out on the streets.

That leaves the print
on the murder weapon.

No match in any database.

Okay, go back to it, dig deeper. We need to
find something that gets us to our killer.

You're going to have to do
more than just stare at it.

I'm waiting for it to talk to me.

Ah, then you might want
to buy it a drink first.

This is all we got on our case.

And you know what Mac says, right ?

- Dig deeper.
- Dig deeper.

You remember the Hutchinson
murder ? Bleecker Street ?

Oily print.

Yes, I do.

If it's not the print itself,
maybe it's something in the print.

Exactly.

Thank you.

Stella, I heard your
vic had cancer, huh ?

Yeah.

Sad. It's very sad.

- Get that done, okay ?
- All right.

What are you doing ?

You don't got to do that.

I was taught if you show
someone a little respect

you might get more
than what you came for.

You, uh, play good cop, I'll be bad cop.

- I'm going to keep my shoes on.
- Okay.

Guess you didn't grow
up with hardwood floors.

No, I didn't, actually. Bronx marble.

- What's that ?
- It's linoleum.

Once sec.

So, we found a fingerprint on the
murder weapon that killed Mr. McCulley.

Also we found traces of
a substance called rhodium

- on that same fingerprint.
- What does that have to do with me ?

We saw you loading jewelry into
your car the other day, Ms. Drake.

Rhodium is used to plate white gold.

You obviously know something
about jewelry plating.

Actually it's about the physics of art.

One of my new classes.
I'm teaching my students

to take ordinary pieces
of costume jewelry

and turn them into
extraordinary works of art.

I think this ordinary fingerprint
that we found on the murder weapon...

might belong to you.

I'm sure it does.

When I dropped off Abby's doll, Mr.
McCulley was helping another customer.

While I was waiting, I
was fidgeting with the arm

of a broken doll that was
sitting on the counter.

I hope you don't imprison people
based on such pedestrian evidence.

How did you know it was the
arm we were talking about ?

Detective Messer simply said

the print was found on the
weapon that killed the victim.

Well, it must be what
you were referring to.

It was the only thing on
the counter when I was there.

Where were you on the night
of the murder, Ms. Drake ?

Are you suggesting that
I'm a suspect in his death ?

You didn't answer my question.

I was at a PTA dinner.

You got a phone number of
someone that can confirm that ?

Absolutely.

Thought you were going to play good cop.

There's something about that woman.

Yeah, I know. She had
all the answers, huh ?

- Danny...
- Yeah.

Let's see if she has an answer for this.

Tony.

- It's a rush.
- Okay.

I intercepted your DNA results.

The blood on the eyeball you
found in Monica Drake's hallway ?

- Yeah ?
- It's a match to Russell McCulley.

You're making me nervous,
Mac, you got that look.

What look is that ?

That one that says, we're not quite
finished, cancel your plans for the evening.

The doll's eye was outside
Monica Drake's apartment,

which puts Mr. McCulley's
killer in her building.

Wait, I'm confused, it sounds
to me like you're saying

that the killer is somebody
other than Monica Drake.

Her alibi was confirmed,
she was nowhere near

the doll hospital at
the time of the murder.

But Mac, we found the
eyeball outside her door.

Outside, Lindsay.

Defense attorney will argue it's
a hallway where anyone has access.

We got rhodium on a print

and the vic's blood on the eyeball.

I'd say that's enough
to get a search warrant.

Okay.

So let's find something
inside the apartment,

preferably the doll doctor's blood.

Monica Drake knows the killer.

Looks like Ms. Drake's been quite busy.

More semen samples here
than a fertility clinic.

What do you got ?

It's kind of a white powder.

There's more on the floor.

Seems kind of out of place,

considering how clean the
rest of the apartment is.

That's great, but we
need blood, not anything ?

Not a drop.

There it is.

See it ?

The windows.

There's snow.

Window on the left and the window
on the right have the same drift pattern.

Yeah, and the snow on the
center window's disturbed.

Somebody climbed through that window.

We got salt.

Same as on the doll dress.

Our killer entered the
doll hospital from here.

I don't know, Mac, there's
no fire escape ladder,

there's not even a dumpster, how's
he get from down here to up there ?

- I mean, if that readout's correct, we're
looking for someone from the Knicks. - No.

We're looking for Rhonda.

At best, it's circumstantial evidence.

You know, we can connect
Ellis to the teas and motive,

but we can't prove he
poisoned Lauren Redgrave.

And since we didn't get a
confession, that don't add up to much.

Let's just go back to Darcy Sullivan.

Rat poison is arsenic, and we did
find traces of arsenic in her glove.

Yeah, but when did she have access
to that particular box of tea,

and what's her motive ?

And why would anyone poison someone
who was already so close to death ?

They didn't know she had cancer.

I answered the unanswered question.

- Really ?
- Yes.

With a violin ?

This is gonna be good.

Now, I want you guys to look right here,

okay ?

Rosin.

They use it to coat bows of string
instruments, it makes the tone better.

- Exactly.
- Okay...

Sometimes metals are added

to rosin

to create different tonal qualities.

One of those metals

is meteorite dust.

The unexplained
ingredient in our tea bag.

Okay. Wait a minute, this is not
just about a room with a view,

this is about space.

Gentlemen, we have the right
motive, just the wrong neighbor.

Oh, you really are a brilliant
musician, Mr. Straker.

Thank you.

But a very patient killer.

Arsenic poisoning over
the last seven months.

Right after Lauren Redgrave inherited
the apartment from George Milfy.

No. You've got the wrong person.

No, no, we had the wrong
person, see, your neighbor,

Harry Ellis, he was our first suspect.

Just knocking down the wall between his
and Lauren's apartment, he gains a view.

But your plan was for a nursery.

That's why you killed her, right ?

You don't understand, Lauren,

Carolyn and I were like family.

Guess that's what made it so
easy to execute the poisoning.

Tell me something, Dale, did you
ever put arsenic in any other food ?

Then maybe Carolyn made a nice casserole,
took it over to Lauren's house ?

You used your wife and Lauren's friendship
to gain access to Lauren's apartment, food...

Look, this is crazy, look, I
did not poison Lauren Redgrave.

Oh. But you did.

See, rosin's very messy,

it gets sticky, sticks on your hands,
gets underneath your fingernails.

You didn't even think about that when you were
putting your arsenic in the tea bags, did you ?

I-I want to, uh, talk to my lawyer.

Good. You can explain to
him what sealed your fate.

It's always the simplest things.

There you go, Lauren's "To Do" list :

pay bills, do laundry,
and, oh, "Give Dale $7.95."

The price of a box of tea.

Oh, um, Mr. Straker ?

Just wanted to let you know,

Lauren had terminal cancer.

She only had three months to live.

So, this is where I parked it,

just left of the door.

Gives me plenty of
room to load and unload.

Salt.

That's how salt got on the shoe.

Yo, Mac, I think I've seen this before.

Thank you, boys.

Luke, don't forget
about tutoring on Monday.

Looks like we've got trace.

She told you to break
in to the doll hospital ?

That's not how it happened. Ms.
Drake had nothing to do with this.

Come on, Luke. She sent you there
to steal the doll, isn't that right ?

- Hey ! What are you doing ?
- Give me the doll !

But you messed up, you were
only supposed to get the doll,

- not kill Russell McCulley.
- It was an accident !

A terrible accident !

I mean, he should've
just given me the doll.

You panicked...

so you went to her.

I think he's dead !

- Where's the doll ?
- I'm in trouble, I didn't get it.

You've got this all wrong.

The secret your daughter
was keeping was yours.

She walked in on you...

"tutoring"

Luke Fisher.

- Mommy, you all right ?
- Yeah, that feels good.

Mom ?

Mommy ?

Abby... sweetie, go to bed.

And you asked her to
keep it a secret, right ?

But she decided to
share it with someone,

someone she trusted.

I saw them kissing again.
This time they were naked,

and I saw everything. She kept saying
things like, "Ooh, touch me there,

that feels good." It
was a bad touch. Shh...

- It's a secret.
- Abby, cookies are ready.

That bell we heard
came from your kitchen.

You would have never known about
it if the doll hadn't been broken

and the doctor hadn't heard the secret.

That's why he made that call to you the
other night, 'cause he was concerned.

She kept saying things like, "Ooh,
touch me there, that feels good."

I just thought you should hear that.

Abby has such a vivid imagination.

And she would've told me if she
saw something like that at school.

I'll pick up the doll tomorrow.

Why'd you do it, Luke ?

If people found out, they
wouldn't let us be together.

Now, I got a secret for you.

No one knew that what Abby witnessed...

was you and Luke Fisher.

There's nothing on that
tape that says it was you.

I saw them kissing again.

This time they were naked,
and I saw everything.

To anyone else, that could sound like...

two high school kids going
at it behind the bleachers.

But to your guilty conscience,

it sounded just like what it was :

you and a teenage boy.

Does it matter at all that I love him ?

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