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So, Dr. Chang.
What's my diagnosis?

The irregularity
in your heart rhythm

is substantial,

your shortness of breath
is very worrisome.

You're staying put until we can
figure out what's going on.

No stress, no stimuli.
Calm and quiet.

Nurse Brian,
can you keep an eye on her?

This makes no sense.
I had a full physical a year ago

before I took over
as CEO of this hospital.

Your heart was healthy then.
It isn't now.

I don't understand.

Erica, you discharged
my patient. I wanna know why.

Meghan, Erica needs calm
and quiet. You should leave.

It's okay, Dr. Chang.

Dr. Phillips,
your patient isn't critical.

He's been referred
to the free clinic

on an outpatient basis.

I'm aware,
but with full-time care,

he'll get better in weeks
instead of months.

- I want him readmitted.
No.

End of discussion.

That's enough. Out.

I won't let this happen again.

What is that?
What are you doing?

That was a good run.
- Yeah.

Now for the smoothie
I promised you.

Oh. Can't wait.

Hey, did I tell you
my mother went to California

to help my cousin
with her new baby?

Oh, Georgina had her baby?
That's great news.

Yeah. Beautiful girl.

My mom was sending me pictures
on the hour.

Accompanied by the "When am I
going to be a grandmother"

- guilt trip?
- How did you know?

The same thing happened to me
when my sister had Parker.

My parents got
grandparent fever.

Well, my dad is home alone
now that he's retired,

and going a bit stir-crazy.

He went from 80-hour weeks
as an accountant down to zero,

so, I was thinking, maybe,
we could all have dinner?

Oh.

I mean, I don't wanna force you
to meet him if you're not ready.

He feels like
he already knows you.

Of course,
I feel like I know him, too.

You sure?

Yes, really.
It'll be... it'll be fun.

Ooh. I'm gonna have to take
a rain check on that smoothie.

I've just been assigned
a high-profile post mortem

that takes priority
over everything else.

- Who is it?
- I don't know.

I'll call you about
dinner with my dad?

- Okay.
- Bye.

It was a strong case,
Paulina.

I would say the evidence
still supports a guilty verdict.

Clayton Morrel killed his wife.

The only fault I can find
is my decision not to use

the witness Walter Faraday.

You made an informed decision

based on his history
of alcohol abuse.

You felt that the jury
wouldn't find him credible.

But it should've been murder
in the first degree.

I settled for a lesser charge.

To guarantee a guilty verdict.
We've all had to do it.

Still. Ten years
into a 20-year sentence

and Clayton Morrel
is up for parole?

Hardly seems a fair punishment.

I know, but it's rare
to be granted parole

the first time around,
especially for murderers.

I suppose I just feel
responsible for this one.

I get it. But you're
the district attorney now.

You'll speak
at his parole hearing,

and your words will matter.
A lot.

Will you be there?

Of course. I've got your back.

Like old times.

Just like always.

Meeting the father, huh?

I know. I'm a little nervous
about it actually.

Well, that's good.
It means you care.

I do. I care. I just...

It's been a while
since I've met anyone's parents.

Oh, Hailey, if anyone's
a parent's dream, it's you.

What exactly is
a "Parent's dream", Fincher?

Huh, let's see. Educated? Check.

- Good job? Check.
- Mm-hmm.

Kind? Check. Good looks? Check.

Good cook? Mm-hmm.

- Why didn't you say "Check"?
- Hmm?

What, you know.
You don't wanna be too perfect.

You know, it's too good
to be true, all that stuff.

- Fincher.

- Where's Jonas, anyway?
- He's stuck at work.

- How about Meghan?
- Same.

CEO of the hospital
died last night.

They're all in shock.

Oh. That must be the VIP case
Jonas was assigned.

- What happened?
- I don't know.

It was all very sudden,
apparently.

- Huh?
- Yeah.

Now, the hospital's
in damage control mode

and everybody's panicking,
Meghan included.

I've got some time today.
Maybe I'll run by the hospital

and give Meghan
a little moral support.

Well, I'm sure
she'd appreciate that.

You see? Kind? Check, check.
Two checks for Hailey Dean.

- And I can cook.
- Yeah... you... Yeah, right.

- We can check that.
- Yeah, we can check it.

- Hi, Meghan.
- Hailey.

- What are you doing here?
- I just heard what happened.

I wanted to make sure
you were okay. What's going on?

We're expecting an announcement
any minute.

How are you holding up?

I can't quite
wrap my head around it.

I just spoke to Erica yesterday.

And medically, she seemed fine?

We were holding her
for observation,

but she was alert,
she seemed like her usual self.

Annoyed to be stuck
in a hospital bed.

She was a very active person.

A big golfer.
It just doesn't make any sense.

Who was her doctor?

I would imagine this would be
really difficult for them.

Dr. Chang was handling her case.

Erica lured him here
from New York.

He's a very talented
cardiologist

with an ego to match.

- He's more robot than human.
- Hmm.

Do you know who her nurses were?

Brian Martin and Lisa Shunstrom.
That's Lisa.

She's been working here
longer than I have.

Brian Martin's over there,

talking to Ivy,
Erica's assistant.

Former assistant, I should say.

They look deep in conversation.

I didn't know
they even knew each other.

but I guess we're all worried
someone's gonna get blamed.

If I could just have everyone's
attention for a moment, please.

Most of you know me,
um, but for those who don't,

my name is Robert Harms,
I'm the chairman

of the board of directors
for Atlanta Memorial Hospital.

These are times of great sadness
for all of us.

And I'm gonna do
everything I can

as interim CEO to make sure that

the transition of leadership
is as seamless as possible.

My door will be open
to all of you.

Just as Erica's always was.

Were Mr. Harms
and Erica very close?

I wouldn't have thought so.

They were both up
for the CEO job,

and Erica won it over him.

I'm surprised he's so emotional.

Hi, um, I'm Hailey Dean.
I don't want to disturb you,

but I understand that you were
both assigned to Erica Schulman

and I just wanted to
let you know

that if you needed to
talk to anyone, I'm available.

You're a therapist?

That's really
kind of you to offer.

Sometimes it's easier
to talk to an outsider

than someone you know
or work with.

That's nice, thanks.

Uh, we're just
super busy on this floor.

- I can imagine.

And that's a call button.

I'll go. Thanks.

- Do you two work well together?
- Yeah, we try.

Lisa's a hard worker.

She does her job
and keeps to herself.

- And how about you?
- I'm still a bit new here.

Takes a while to find your place
at a new job.

Looks like you're doing fine.
Did you know Erica well?

Not very, no.
But she was really kind,

and very dedicated
to the hospital.

She was still running things
even after she'd been admitted.

Blood pressure didn't even budge

when Dr. Phillips barged in
and started yelling at her.

- Dr. Meghan Phillips?
- It was pretty nasty.

But Erica didn't
even blink an eye.

She's an amazing woman.

She didn't deserve to suffer.
At least now she can be at rest.

Excuse me, I have to go.

You should find Ivy.
She was Erica's assistant.

I know she'd like to talk
to somebody like you.

Hey.

Ivy, isn't it?

- Hi.
I'm Hailey.

I don't mean to corner you,
but I'm a therapist,

and given what's happened,

I just wanna let you know
if you need to talk, I'm here.

Oh. That is so kind of you,
thank you.

I hope I'm not
interrupting anything.

Oh. No. Not at all,
Dr. Phillips.

Uh, Mr. Harms is expecting you,
I'm gonna go check on him.

I've been called
to the Principal's office.

For something good, I hope.

I, honestly, have no idea.

All right, Dr. Phillips,
Mr. Harms is waiting for you.

Thanks.

Hi.

Oh, no.
What happened to our chair?

That is the first chair
we ever bought

for our first office together.

It's the only one I wanted
to keep when we move offices.

I know. My client
went to sit down and she just...

- kept going right through.
- Oh.

She's fine, don't worry.

It actually helped
break the ice,

- we had our best session ever.
- Huh? Silver lining.

Although, I don't think
that is a technique

we should be using,
like, ever again.

Definitely not.

Uh, how are things
at the hospital?

No one wants to talk.

Hmm. Well, all you can do
is make yourself available.

As usual, you are right.

Do you wanna
grab a bite after work?

I can't. I'm going to dinner
with Jonas and his Dad.

- First time?
- Mm-hmm.

He's going to adore you.

Just be yourself,
and he'll have no choice.

Yeah.

Thanks for picking me up.

So, I'm kind of nervous
to meet your Dad.

- Is that silly?
- Of course, not.

But honestly, don't be nervous.
It'll be fun.

That was convincing.

I'm sorry, it's just this case,
Erica Schulman?

No cause of death yet?

Cause of death, yes.
Heart failure.

Which fits with the sudden
arrhythmia she experienced,

but the cause of that arrhythmia
and subsequent heart failure

- is still anyone's guess.
- So, what's yours?

Based on her medical history,

there should've been no reason
for her heart to fail.

And the heart itself
isn't giving me any clues.

It was either a freak accident
inside the heart...

- Or?
-...or a chemical reaction.

But to what? I've tested
for 100 different substances,

- and nothing.
- You know,

I've never heard you talk
about a case like this before.

I've never run across a case
like this before

and I'm starting to near the end
of my testing protocols.

Okay. There's nothing you can do
about it tonight.

And I'm the one
who's supposed to be worried.

He's going to love you,
because I love you.

Come on.

We've been enjoying
a bit of a second honeymoon

in these last few months.

But, now with my wife away,

I don't know
what to do with myself.

And I know she wants me
to find something other than her

to occupy
my new found free time.

Have you considered
keeping a few clients

and just working part-time?

Well, I had the option, but
honestly, I didn't love my job.

I worked with good people,

and I miss them, but
I don't miss the work itself.

I had no idea.
I always thought you loved it.

It was a good job
that provided for my family.

That was all that mattered.

Well, all the more reason
to enjoy yourself now.

Easier said than done.

Hailey, you must see this
with other retirees.

What's your advice?

Well, you have to
build a whole new routine.

I usually tell my patients
that they should start

with the things
they used to love,

but stopped having time for.

And if that's not of interest,

just go for something
you've always wanted to try.

That's good advice.

You read my mind.
- Hmm.

My dad was very impressed
with you, by the way.

Oh. I'm so relieved.
I was shaking in my boots.

No one could tell.

You got here just in time

to witness the last
few test results.

- Oh. Right on cue.
- I'm not feeling very hopeful.

- That's the spirit.

It's here. The cause of death.

What does it say?

An overdose of digoxin.

Hailey.
Erica Schulman was poisoned.

Digoxin is used
to treat heart conditions,

specifically congestive heart failure.

Which Erica didn't have?

No, and even if she had,

it wouldn't have been
the first drug of choice.

Digoxin has fallen out of favor
in the last few years,

as safer medications
have been developed.

Safer?

It comes from Digitalis,
more commonly known as Foxglove.

Oh, the poisonous flower.

Anyway,
you're saying that

digoxin was not
prescribed to the victim.

Not according to her chart.

But it could've
been an accident.

That's unlikely.

These kinds of drugs
have extra precautions

so that mistakes like this
don't happen.

And you're certain
there's no innocent explanation?

The levels of digoxin
in Erica Schulman's blood

were way too high
for a prescribed dosage

of any drug, really.

She would've only been given
that much to kill her.

And that's
not the only thing.

Oh. I'm afraid to ask.

Erica developed
a sudden arrhythmia

forcing her to be admitted
into the hospital.

Now, I can't prove this,

but a high enough dosage
of digoxin can cause arrhythmia

as in otherwise
healthy patients.

So someone tried to
kill her twice?

Very possibly.

But why didn't your initial
drug test pick up on that?

Digoxin isn't
on a standard drug panel

because it isn't a standard drug
these days.

So whoever chose it
must've known that

and hoped
it wouldn't be detected.

Well, that sounds like
an inside job.

Would the hospital
have this drug?

Possibly. Doctors do still
prescribe it as a last resort.

All right, we will consider it
a suspicious death for now.

Did you report it
to the hospital?

I called the acting CEO myself.

Then, why hasn't
anyone called us?

Digoxin?
That sounds deliberate to me.

But someone wanting to
kill Erica? I can't imagine it.

I'm equally surprised.

The staff I spoke to seemed
genuinely upset about her death.

Did anyone have
a problem with her?

She was the CEO of a hospital.

There were a lot of people
who had problems with her.

But to poison her
right here in the hospital,

I don't know anyone
who would do that.

Anybody have access to her room?

Pretty much anyone.

We were all usually so busy
that no one would notice

unless it was someone who really
wasn't supposed to be there.

I think we can assume
it's someone who works here.

What a horrible thought,
but, yes, I guess so.

Yeah, I can't help with motives,

but we do have digoxin here
at the pharmacy.

There would be a record
if any of it had been dispensed.

Who do we talk to about that?

Anne, the head pharmacist.

And she wasn't exactly
Erica's biggest fan.

Why not?

Erica was going to implement
a new automated system

to cut the pharmacy staff
down to the bare minimum.

Anne was advocating against it.

Word was she was going
to be the first to be let go.

Hey, Monty.
I was just calling you.

Meghan said that the pharmacist

might've had motive
against Erica?

Might be worth a chat.

No, Mr. Harms assures me that
there is no digoxin missing.

But I was just on my way
over to the pharmacy

- to verify that for myself.
- Hmm.

- Care to join me?
- I thought you'd never ask.

Well, I figured I'd invite you
since you'll just come anyway.

- You're not wrong.
- So, no Fincher?

He's with Meghan, she's pretty
shaken up over all of this.

- Yeah, understandably.
- So, you were with Mr. Harms.

Did he say why he hadn't
called the police?

He said they were waiting
for internal confirmation

- on Jonas's report.
- In other words,

he was hoping to avoid
an official investigation

opening up the hospital
to bad press

- and potential lawsuits.
- Yeah. My take exactly.

What happened to Erica is sad,
but we work in a hospital.

People die every day.

Who has access to this pharmacy?

Only me.

The only one
in the whole hospital.

Yes.

So, how does a doctor
go about getting a drug?

There are automated dispensers
on every floor

for the standard drugs
that doctors use all the time.

Experimental or potentially dangerous drugs

are safely locked away in here.

I'm the only one
with the passkey.

I heard that Erica Schulman
was going to introduce

an automated main dispensary
to help you out.

It wouldn't have
helped me at all.

But I don't have to worry
about that now,

lucky for everyone.

Technology is only as good
as the people who use it.

I know what happens when
a pharmacist isn't consulted.

Doctors are too busy,
they can't catch everything,

so I am their safety net,
not a machine.

So, if someone were to prescribe
something like digoxin,

you would be the one
to determine

- it was the best option.
- That's a very specific example.

But, yes.
Digoxin is a last resort.

It's not used lightly
around here.

And, no, nothing is missing.
I run a very tight ship.

Still, I'd like to see
the records

and the digoxin for myself.

I didn't get the feeling
Anne the pharmacist was lying.

I mean, she was a bit defensive,

but that's understandable
given the circumstances.

What does Monty think?

Oh, she's still back in there
going through

the digoxin records
from the last few years,

making sure
nobody was hoarding it,

waiting for
the right opportunity.

That's thorough.
Maybe a bit of a stretch.

I think it's safe to assume

the digoxin didn't
come from the hospital.

- So then where?
- It's a great question.

- How's Meghan doing?
- She's a little more rattled

than I think
she'd care to admit.

So where you heading now?

I'm actually headed
to your office.

Paulina asked me to sit in
on a meeting

with Clayton Morrel's
sister in law.

Oh. The sister of the victim.

She must be unsettled
about this parole hearing.

- Aren't we all?
Yeah.

- See ya.
- All right.

Thank you both for seeing me.

My door is always
open to you, Amelia.

I'm glad you finally
returned my calls.

I almost didn't.

This parole hearing
must be bringing up

a lot of old feelings.

I don't feel any differently
than the day that he killed her.

- I'm still so angry.
- I sympathize.

And I want you to know
that I'm going to be speaking

at the parole hearing and
you are welcome to do the same.

I don't think I can be
in the same room as that man.

He pledged to honor
and protect my sister.

But he didn't.

He murdered her.

As far as I'm concerned,

he should have to pay for that
for the rest of his life.

I feel the same way,
and I'm going to do

everything in my power
to keep him on the inside.

I hope so.

Because if Clayton
gets out of prison...

I don't know what I'll do.

So, Paulina asked me
to check in with Clayton Morrel.

I know she's hoping
for some dirt,

but I haven't been
able to find anything.

It seems he was
a model prisoner.

He was a model husband, too,
at least on the outside.

Clayton was always very good
at making people see

what he wanted them to see.

You know, that warden's report
would go a long way.

I know. Paulina's so desperate
to keep him inside,

I'm afraid it'll undermine
her position.

Yeah, but that's where
you come in.

To provide
the impartial assessment.

Impartial? We'll see.

Have you talked to Meghan?

- Oh.

This might be her.
I think her ears were burning.

Hey, Meghan.

Fincher, where are you?

Just getting
some coffee with Hailey.

- Great. Bring her too.
- Where?

The police station, I think.

Police station?

I think...
I might be in trouble.

Okay.
We're coming. Hang on.

This has to be
a misunderstanding.

Monty heard
from multiple sources

that Meghan had
a heated argument

with Erica
hours before she died.

I heard
the same thing too, Finch,

even before
Jonas found the digoxin.

An argument
doesn't mean anything.

She's gotta ask questions.

Do you wanna tell me
what you and Erica Schulman

were arguing about?

She allowed one of my patients

to be discharged
into outpatient care.

I wanted her to readmit him.

I am told that this isn't
the first time you disagreed

over patients
being discharged too early.

Yes. It's true.

But that doesn't mean
I didn't admire

everything else she was doing.

You were on shift
the night Erica died?

Yes.

If we were to check
your financial records,

would we find
any suspicious purchases?

Like illegal digoxin?
Of course, not.

And you won't mind if
we confirm that for ourselves?

Go ahead.
I have nothing to hide.

This is ridiculous.

You can't hold me in custody
for having an argument.

You can go.

Not only did the police

haul me off
in front of all my colleagues,

I can only see patients
while supervised now.

It's humiliating.
I didn't do anything wrong.

Maybe everybody's looking
in the wrong place.

What about Dr. Chang?

You said that he was
Erica's cardiologist.

He's the hospital superstar.
He's half the reason

our surgical team
gets the funding it does.

Someone needs to
have a chat with him,

but it won't be me.

That was the district attorney
herself on the phone.

Oh. Paulina just called you?
That can't be good.

It isn't.

I've been told to stay away
from this investigation.

Apparently,
I have a conflict of interest.

She's not wrong,
Fincher, I'm sorry.

I know.
But I'm not sorry about it.

Me neither.

So, I managed to get a meeting
with Robert Harms.

He's been a bit
cagey with Monty,

but we'll see
what I can get out of him.

Thanks, Hailey.

Hailey, I'm sorry,

Mr. Harms is running
a few minutes late on a call.

He was wondering
if you wouldn't mind waiting

- just a couple minutes.
- Not a problem at all.

- How are you?
- I'm, uh, I'm still fine.

You know you can talk to me
about anything,

it doesn't have to
be about Erica.

Yeah, well, I... I don't want to
come across as heartless

because I care more about a guy
than my boss dying.

Emotions aren't rational,

and they aren't
the same for everyone.

I don't know, I...

Well, tell me what's going on.
Maybe I can help.

Okay. So, listen,
I have been seeing this guy,

and at first I wasn't sure
if it was exclusive or not,

but things have been getting
a little more serious,

and honestly, I'm just...
I'm getting tired of hiding it.

He wants you
to keep it a secret?

Yeah. I mean, it's not like
he's ashamed of me or anything.

It's just that
if anyone found out,

he could, uh, you know,
get in trouble.

Because he works here
at the hospital

and it's against the rules.

How... how did you find out?
Who told you?

Don't worry, I didn't hear it
through the hospital grapevine,

it's just an educated guess.

- Please don't tell anyone.
- I won't.

But you need to talk to him.

- You think so?
I do. And then,

you should find out
what hospital policy is

and figure out
what you have to do to take

your relationship public.
Assuming you both want to.

Uh...
...that's scary.

Everything worth fighting for
always is.

Oh. You're right.

- Oh. One sec.

Yes? Yeah, okay.
I'll send her right up.

Mr. Harms is ready for you now.

- Let me know what happens.
- I will, thank you.

Mm-hmm.
- It's just around here.

Come on in.

Miss Dean.
Sorry to keep you waiting.

Uh, Ivy, would you please call
Detective Montgomery,

let her know
the legal department

won't allow us to release
any files without a subpoena.

- Of course.
- Please have a seat.

Always listen
to your legal department.

I used to be a prosecutor.

- How can I help you?
I think you know

that I am a friend
of Dr. Meghan Phillips.

That was such a shock.
She had so much promise.

She still has promise.

The investigation
is far from over.

In my experience,

the most obvious suspect
is usually the guilty one.

Hmm? That's interesting.

My experience
is the exact opposite.

Are you here to plead
Dr. Phillips' innocence?

No, I was actually, just,
wondering if you had any idea

who might've benefitted
from Erica's death.

Are you accusing me?

Oh, not at all, though I can see
why you might think that.

By your logic, you would be
the most obvious beneficiary,

and... thereby
the guilty one.

I don't think
anyone believes that.

I'm sure they don't.

But what about Dr. Chang?

He was Erica's cardiologist.
He had obvious opportunity.

I think I'm gonna
heed your advice

and listen
to my legal department.

I can't divulge
hospital business.

You understand?

I do.

Thank you for your time.

Hailey Dean, is it?

I don't seem to have
your medical chart

for some reason.
Can you tell me your symptoms?

Oh, I'm not here for that.
I'm just here to talk.

This is a surgical consult.
Not a therapy session.

I'm a friend of Dr. Phillips,
and I was hoping to talk to you

about the death
of Erica Schulman.

- Are you with the police?
- Not technically.

I can imagine how hard
it must be to lose a patient.

You can't.

It would be normal
to have some feelings of guilt.

I don't.

I did everything I could.

Including treating her
with digoxin?

Digoxin?

You obviously
didn't go to medical school.

I would've never prescribed her
digoxin at such an early stage.

I hadn't even found the cause
of the arrhythmia.

That must've been
frustrating for you.

Not all medical problems
are obvious. I like a challenge.

I didn't make a mistake.
I don't make mistakes,

and I have real patients
who need help.

Not busybodies who are just here
to waste my very valuable time.

- Oh, hello, stranger.
- Well, hello back.

- Aren't you Dr. McClellan?
- Yes?

Oh. We're all such fans.

Honestly, we never bothered
to open it,

- we all like the cover so much.
That's nice.

This is my girlfriend, Hailey.

We met. You're Dr. Phillips'
therapist friend.

- That's right.
- How is Dr. Phillips?

I feel really badly for her.

She's managing.

You don't think she had anything
to do with Erica's death.

You know, everyone knows
the nurses see everything.

If I was gonna trust
anyone's opinion,

it would be yours.

Oh.

We're not supposed to
talk about it.

Makes sense.
The hospital's being careful.

Thanks for your help.

But I guess since you're
affiliated with the hospital,

I wouldn't be
speaking out of turn.

Well, I suppose that's true.

Of course, everyone knows
Robert Harms got passed over

for the CEO job.

But it was a pretty
big shock to everyone,

and no one really knows why.

Why do you think?

Robert's the cautious type.

He wanted to save money
to make money,

but Erica was all about
investing in the hospital

to make it more efficient
in the long-term.

Did Mr. Harms ever do anything
to undermine Erica?

Never. I actually always thought

there was something romantic
between them.

Just the way
he looked at her sometimes.

What about the nurses?
Was Erica well-liked?

She was the boss.
Who likes their boss?

Thanks so much for your help.
It was really nice meeting you.

Oh, don't mention it,
Dr. McClellan.

Please, call me Jonas.

- Oh.

You can have my salad.

I don't want your salad.

So, so, wait. You're saying
that all Jonas had to do

was flash those baby blues and
the nurse spilled everything?

It was pretty amazing to watch,
although not that helpful.

So, turns out, that Robert Harms
was passed over for the CEO job,

and Anne the pharmacist
was convinced that Erica's

new automation program
was going to make her redundant.

Hmm. Well,
that sounds like motive enough.

And then, there's the enigma
that is Dr. Chang.

Enigma no more.

I found out that
good old Dr. Chang

is currently being sued
for malpractice.

Well, that's common
with doctors.

Well, this happened
off hospital property.

Chang had to enlist
his own lawyer.

So the hospital
wasn't handling it?

Not their property,
not their problem.

And that order came
from Erica herself.

Now that's the kind of motive
we've been looking for.

Mm-hmm.

Hey, Monty.
I was just about to call you.

We have a suspect
in the death of Erica Schulman.

Let's put a pin in that. Jonas
just identified another victim.

Sarah Van Valkenburg,
87 years old.

She had kidney disease and was
in the hospital for a biopsy.

According to her chart,
there were no complications,

so I did a more comprehensive
blood panel

than I normally would,

which is how I found
the extremely high level

of digoxin in her blood.

Just like Erica.

Is there any possibility
of a legitimate explanation?

There is no medical reason

for Mrs. Van Valkenburg
to take digoxin.

To me, this seems like
another targeted victim.

Have you been able to get
Erica's hospital records yet?

Not yet. But,
given the latest development,

I'm sure I can get a warrant
for that and a duty roster.

- I gotta go. Parole hearing.
- Clayton Morrel?

It's all over the news.
Good luck.

Thanks.

We must remember
Clayton Morrel's crime.

He planned and executed

the murder of his wife
in her own home.

You've all heard
the horrific details.

It was calculated
and methodical,

much like the time
he spent in prison

playing the devoted student.

The willing volunteer.
A friendly face.

He has not changed.

If Clayton Morrel
is granted parole,

be assured, he will kill again.

And we won't
be able to stop him.

Well, as far as
parole hearings go,

I think that went pretty well.

I think you did
an excellent job.

I don't think he'll get parole.

- I don't think so either.
- Leave me alone, you psycho.

You're the psycho for still
being with Clayton Morrel.

You don't know
anything about me.

I know if he's released,
he'll kill again.

If he gets out,
you will both pay.

Hmm.

Hello, Miss District Attorney.

Clayton will be so happy to hear
that I ran into you.

Walk away, Miss Lineker.

It's Mrs. Morrel now.

Well? Is he staying in jail?

I feel confident
that the parole board

will have him
serve his full sentence.

You better hope so.

I cannot wait
till this is all over.

I just, I'm not sure what to do.
She's taking it so personally.

- I know. Seems pretty caught up.

Uh... Hello... Hello?

Oh, I'd love to talk,
but you know what?

I'm what you call
a silent rider.

I don't like to chat.

Uh, yeah, uh...
this is my car, so--

Technically, it is your car,

but also technically,
I'm your customer.

Customer's always right, so,
that's something you have to...

She thinks this is a ride-share.

...over and over in your head.
Oh. Who is she?

I don't like sharing
with other people,

I have to get too close to them.

You're gonna have to go.
May I have a bottle of water?

All right, listen, lady?
Uh, you see this?

Don't flash
that fake badge at me.

I can spot a fake badge
a mile away. You know what?

I am gonna give you
a bad review,

and don't say
you weren't warned.

First you have her
in the front seat,

then you don't get me
a bottle of water,

then you flash
a fake badge at me.

You know what?
I'm reporting you.

And news flash, you're not
the only ride in town.

I can call another car.
In fact, I can call 911!

Yeah, uh, okay.

I've had it with you two.
Good riddance!

I'm gonna get a bad review.

I don't know what just happened.

And that's not
the craziest thing

that's ever happened
in this car. No.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
This food's for Meghan.

- No, no, no. Not for us.
- You're giving Meghan

two greasy burgers and fries?

Uh, yeah, and some onion rings.
You know, to cheer her up.

Okay, I know that your life
revolves around food,

but maybe Meghan would prefer,
oh, I don't know, flowers?

Flowers? I... I don't get
the point of flowers.

What's the point of them?

They're pretty,
and they feed bees.

Yeah. They feed bees,
and you cut 'em,

and then two hours later,
they're dead.

Two hours later?
What do you do to your flowers?

Have you seen the flowers
at the hospital?

So sad. Clinging to life.

That's a terrible metaphor
for the patients.

Flowers at the hospital.
I wonder.

Why do I get the feeling

that Meghan's food
is going to get real cold?

- Drive.
- Yeah.

You know I'm not supposed
to be here investigating.

This is a time-sensitive thing.

Hi, Brian.

- Hi, Hailey.
- Could you point us towards

Sarah Van Valkenburg's room,
please?

I'm so sorry,
but Mrs. Van Valkenburg

passed away yesterday.

And her room
has been reassigned.

We only have so many beds.

That's unfortunate.

She wasn't here
very long.

She seemed like a lovely lady.
She died alone. Very sad.

We'd like to get in touch with
anyone who might've known her.

Did she receive
any cards or flowers?

That's really kind of you.

Actually, yes, one bouquet.
It's still here.

- I'm sorry, I have to take this.

Did you need anything else?

No, thank you.
You've been very helpful.

What every nurse likes to hear.

"Get well soon from all of us
at Atlanta Hills Golf Club."

Didn't Meghan say
that Erica was a big golfer?

Looks like we just
found our connection.

So after Hailey
and I made the connection,

I did my best
at the Atlanta Hills Golf Club,

but they shut me down.

Yeah, I understand
the need for privacy,

but you'd think
that a golf membership list

wouldn't be such a secret.

Oh, I didn't realize
Erica Schulman

was on the board
of Atlanta Hills.

Of course,
that's the connection.

Sarah Van Valkenburg
is the chair.

How did you know that?

Well, I do have a life outside
of the station, you know.

Part of that includes golf.

Golf, huh? I always figured
you were more of like a boxer

or a wrestler
or something like that.

Okay, I'm sure there's
a compliment in there somewhere.

Anyway, I spoke to my husband
who spoke to a friend of his

who's on the admissions
committee at Atlanta Hills.

And apparently, a certain doctor
Tim Chang applied for membership

but was blocked, because
of some scandal at the hospital.

Yeah, that must've been
the malpractice suit

that happened
off of hospital property,

but no one except Erica
would've known about that.

Well, that would mean that
Erica was directly responsible

for his membership
getting blocked.

And Sarah Van Valkenburg
had the final say.

But is being denied membership
to Atlanta Hills

a motive for murder?

Well you obviously don't golf.

No.

Last time I checked,
it wasn't a crime to go golfing.

I fail to see the relevance
of how I spend my time off.

Were you involved with a patient

by the name
of Sarah Van Valkenburg?

I have a lot of patients.

Is that a yes?

I don't know
off the top of my head.

I'm sure the hospital
can check for you.

So, you're saying
you don't know

-who she is at all?
I don't know.

You weren't aware
that she was the chair

of the membership committee
at Atlanta Hills Golf Club?

Do you know why your membership
application was denied?

All right, let's talk
about something else.

Do you ever prescribe digoxin?

Rarely. What is the obsession
with digoxin lately?

Were you aware
that Erica Schulman

and Sarah Van Valkenburg,
both died

from an overdose of digoxin?

I think I'll call my lawyer now.

He's not talking,
and we have no real evidence.

We can hold onto him
for a few hours, but that's it.

He seemed genuinely surprised

when you brought up that
both patients died from digoxin.

Hmm. And even
if we accept his motive,

we still need opportunity,

and Chang was off shift
when Erica died.

Doesn't mean
he wasn't at the hospital.

Meghan would kill me
if she knew I was here. Again.

Don't you mean Paulina,
your boss, would kill you?

Paulina will fire me.

That's not half as bad
as what Meghan will do.

Okay. Don't worry,
we're almost done.

We've been through
all the footage from the night

Mrs. Van Valkenburg died,

and we are almost through
the night Erica died.

And still no Dr. Chang.

It was a long shot.

You know, our best bet
would be to figure out

where he got the drugs.

Well, he didn't get them
at the hospital pharmacy,

and Monty's going through
all of his financials

to see if there are any
unidentifiable transactions.

Hmm, I can't imagine
that you'd see anything

like digoxin on his financials.
He wouldn't buy it online,

it'd be too easy
to trace back to him.

And if he got it
on the black market,

we'd never be able to find it.

Guess we're just playing
the waiting game, then.

Waiting for Monty
to work her magic.

Or for us
to work our magic.

Look.

Oh, well, hello there,
Dr. Chang.

- We've been expecting you.
And there you are.

Dr. Chang said
he went back to the hospital

to get his glasses that night,
but no one can corroborate that.

Well, then you may have
caught the killer.

There are questions
he's not answering.

But it's a good start.

It was really sweet of you

to offer your kitchen
to my dad's new hobby.

A McClellan wants to
make me dinner?

How can I say no?

Oh.

Nothing to worry about.
All under control.

I hope you're both ready
for my signature dish,

Quiche à la Grant.

- Thank you.

Oh, thanks, Dad.
- Dig in.

Hmm, that's eggy.

- And sweet?
- That's the maple syrup.

One of my clients
brought me some

back from Quebec.
They put it in everything.

- It's different.
- Yeah, it is, isn't it?

Mm-hmm.
- I thought I could start

selling it at farmer's markets.

I might put down a lease
on a commercial kitchen.

Uh, Dad, maybe you want to hone
your skills a little more first.

What do you mean?

Oh.

That's what you mean.

It's terrible.

It doesn't matter
if you're good at it.

The important thing is,
you enjoy doing it.

If I'm honest, Hailey,

cooking this
was the opposite of fun.

Well, that then
explains a lot.

Thank you for indulging me,
both of you.

And to make it up to you,

I'll whip up a little something
I never get wrong.

The phone number
for Luigi's Pizza.

- Hey.

Wow. I haven't seen that
in years. My baby photos?

I thought Hailey
would like to see them.

It's a beautiful box.
Where did you get it?

Oh. I made it.

- Did I know that?
- Uh, probably not.

I used to make the odd thing
here and there.

Always enjoyed seeing something
take shape in my hands.

But that was another life.
No sense going backwards.

Do you think that maybe
you could stop by my office

sometime? I have a favor
I might wanna ask of you.

Oh, happy to.

Now, let's get
this pizza ordered.

- So cute.

It's Meghan.

Hi, Meghan.
Is everything all right?

I don't think so.

Another patient has died.

And I don't think we need
an autopsy to know the cause.

The digoxin bottle is currently
being tested for fingerprints.

You can see the digoxin label
was placed on top

of what was left of an older
label that was torn off.

Probably stolen
and resold on the black market?

That's the theory.

I'm sure you already guessed

the hospital's latest casualty,
Mary Smith,

died of an overdose of digoxin.

The levels in her blood
were about the same

as Erica Schulman
and Sarah Van Valkenburg.

Was she a member
of the golf club?

I doubt it. Miss Smith
was a tourist from Florida,

and she arrived in Atlanta
two days ago, by herself,

and was admitted
to the hospital yesterday.

And to add to the differences,
Miss Smith's chart indicates

she suffered
from acute stomach pain,

a chronic condition.

So, the medical issues
are different,

- but the women aren't.
- How so?

All three are single women,
no next of kin in the city.

That's not a profile as much
as a segment of the population.

Maybe the motive isn't personal.

In fact, it could be
the exact opposite.

I think...

Atlanta Memorial may have
its very own angel of death.

An angel of death?

There has to be
a different explanation.

We'd like you
to give us access to your files

so that we can look
for any victims

that may have gone unnoticed.

There should be
evidence of escalation.

This is your
professional opinion?

It's a theory
that fits the evidence.

And if we can
look at your files,

we might be able to
establish a pattern

that will help us narrow down
the list of suspects.

This is very troubling.

Have any of your staff made
any unusual requests lately

for specific shifts,
or to change rotations?

I wouldn't know,
but I'll have Ivy look into it.

What am I supposed to do
in the meantime?

Close the hospital?

No, that's the worst thing
you can do.

We don't wanna scare
our suspect into hiding.

What about the patients?

I would suggest double staffing
for the time being.

Ensure that no one is ever alone
with any patient.

How am I gonna justify
that expense to the board

without letting them know
what's happening?

Just tell them
it's an order from the police.

Fine.

This is a PR nightmare.

We don't want this
to get out to the press

any more than you do.

Good. Then we're agreed.

This theory
doesn't leave this room.

I'm not sure
any of the suspects

we previously identified
fit with this new theory.

How about the pharmacist?

She could've easily
altered her inventory

to hide the missing digoxin.

If we are looking
for an angel of death,

then we are looking for someone

who didn't have
a motive against Erica.

Most of the people
on the board did.

You're saying an angel of death

wouldn't have a problem
with their victims?

It would be
an unusual dichotomy.

We're looking for someone
who is relieving these patients

of perceived suffering.
In the killer's mind,

what they're doing
is altruistic.

Then, he or she would choose
victims who are dying anyway.

Does that fit
with our three victims?

Erica had a sudden arrhythmia,
but it's not a death sentence,

the other two had chronic issues
but they're not terminal.

Like I said,
it's a perceived suffering.

But why draw
so much attention by choosing

the head of the hospital
as one of your victims?

It's possible
that the killer is new at this,

and hadn't thought
about the fallout.

But to strike so many times
in so few days

makes me think the opposite.

This is someone
who's done it before.

The killer is confident,
if nothing else.

What is all this?

Printouts of the hospital schedules,

employee records,
right down to the volunteers,

patient charts,
pharmacy records.

I sent the previous fatalities
of the last year

over to Jonas to sift through.

- I better get going.
- Oh, You... you're not staying?

Yeah, I got a thing,

- so I can't.

- Uh, is something wrong?
- Yeah. There might be.

- Paulina. What happened?
- He's getting out, Hailey.

Clayton Morrel got parole.
I just don't understand it.

- Were you given a reason?
- Standard answer.

They believe he learned
his lesson, he won't reoffend.

I can't believe
they fell for his act.

Okay, if he so much as jaywalks,

we will put him
right back inside.

I don't know, Hailey.
Maybe I'm losing my touch.

You aren't.

Maybe we're both overreacting.

I wish I could believe that.

It's going to be all right.

I wish I could
believe that, too.

I never would have expected it.

Clayton Morrel, getting parole
on his first hearing?

Tell me about it.

Maybe the warden was right.
Maybe he turned over a new leaf.

None of us believe that.

Stranger things have been
known to happen.

Meghan, are you okay?

Sorry? Yes, of course.
What were we talking about?

I know you're worried
about everything

that's going on at the hospital,

but you know that you're
no longer a viable suspect.

I'm relieved about that.
Obviously.

But, an angel of death?

Hailey, it's terrifying to think
how many people

might've been murdered
right under my nose.

There's no way you could've
known about that.

My head knows
what you're saying is true,

but the rest of me
doesn't feel any less guilty.

Guilty of what?

Monty? Did you find something?

That's why I'm here.

Meghan, I, uh, need to
ask you a few questions.

At the station.

I can't believe
that this is happening again.

Monty wouldn't have brought
Meghan in without a good reason.

One she won't tell us.

At least she's letting us
observe.

She didn't have to do that.

I know. I know. But this
all has to be one big mistake.

I'm sure you're right.

I want to get
straight to the point.

Good. I want to put a stop
to this as much as you do.

We found your fingerprints
on the bottle of digoxin.

Of course, you did.
I picked it up

without gloves on.
I didn't know what it was.

This makes no sense.

Why would I give you
evidence against me?

To take suspicion off you.

That's crazy.

Here's the thing,
Meghan.

We found your prints

on what is essentially
the murder weapon.

You were on shift
during each death,

you have the knowledge
and ability.

No, this can't be happening.

I know you only wanted to help.

I think I need a lawyer.

This isn't right, Monty.

Meghan isn't
that kind of person!

We're not looking for
a stone-cold killer, Fincher,

we're looking for someone
who wants to end suffering.

Are you telling me that Meghan
isn't that kind of person?

That's ridiculous.

This is the flimsiest evidence
I've ever heard.

You've seen people
crack under less.

She's the only one
with obvious opportunity,

and you haven't
known her that long.

You need to look
for another suspect.

Fincher,
I get that you're upset,

but you need to
let us do our job.

And I don't think you can
come in here anymore.

Not until the case is closed.

- You're kicking me out of here?
- I'm really sorry.

Fincher, let's go.

Can you believe
she's kicking me out of here?

I do. She's right to.
You're not thinking straight.

Hailey, this is Meghan
we're talking about.

- She's not a killer!
- Okay, I know.

And I agree with you.

This is why I'm gonna
go back to the hospital.

Meghan found the bottle
at the nurse's station.

Who's to say
that's the only thing

the killer left behind?

- Then I'm coming with you.
- No, you stay here.

Meghan will be released soon,

and she will need
a friendly face.

Oh, hey, Hailey.
You're here late.

So are you.

Yes, well,
Robert likes to work late

so I'm here too.
Stuck at his hip.

I hope he's not
taking advantage of you.

No. It's all right,
I don't mind the extra work.

Speaking of which,
I've gotta get back.

Lisa, if you see Brian,
will you tell him

- I'm looking for him?
- Will do.

- Okay. Bye, Hailey.
- Bye.

Hey, I was just wondering.

Where was that bottle
Dr. Phillips found?

Right here, on the desk.

Ugh. Mr. Rothman again.

He's having a hard time
with the TV remote.

- Sounds dramatic.
- You have no idea.

I might be a while, so,
don't wait if you don't have to.

Hi.

Jonas. What happened?

You're at the hospital.

I was injected.

Yes. With morphine.

Your blood test showed
enough to make you a bit loopy,

not enough to harm you.

You don't remember anything?

I was under... the counter,

and... I felt
the prick of a needle,

and then...
everything went out of focus.

You didn't see who drugged you?

If I did, I don't remember.

We can be thankful
it wasn't anything lethal.

- How do you feel?
- Fine.

Confused, but fine.

- Was there a label on me?
- No.

I found one under the counter.

It was just like
the digoxin label

on the bottle Meghan found,
only this one wasn't torn.

- You found a digoxin label?
- No. Saline.

That label could've been
from anything.

The bottle Meghan found
had remnants of digoxin in it.

There's no digoxin missing
from the hospital pharmacy,

- correct?
- Correct.

So...

if you were going to steal

secured...

and inventoried medication
from a hospital pharmacy,

how would you do it?

I'd replace it
with something else

so that'll look like
nothing was missing.

Something like Saline.

I'll call Monty.

She wants to talk to you
about what happened anyway.

- Wish there was more to tell.
- Don't worry about that.

Just stay put and rest
until you're discharged.

I just can't believe
Hailey was attacked here

last night. I'm so relieved
that she's all right.

- Me too.
- Although it was all I could do

to keep her in bed
when she found out

we were about to start
testing the digoxin bottles.

Speaking of...

What are you doing here?

I was just discharged and told
to resume life as normal.

Oh! So you obviously
came straight here

to watch me test every bottle
of digoxin in the pharmacy.

Just resuming life as normal.

I just saw Anne the pharmacist,

and she looked none too happy
to be waiting outside.

Yeah. That's putting it mildly.

But she's a person of interest
and I can't have her

attempting to tamper
with potential evidence.

In that case,

these are all the bottles
of digoxin in the pharmacy.

Where do we start?

Look for the one
with the torn label.

This one's missing a corner.
Let's start with this one.

Yeah, I don't get

why you found a Saline label
at the nurse's station.

No, I bet it was meant
to be thrown away

but just missed the garbage can.

I think the killer swapped out
digoxin for Saline,

switching out the labels.

Then had to re-label
the digoxin bottle as digoxin

so that when it was found,
we'd know what it was.

And the bottle
at the nurse's station

could've been planted there
to lay off blame

and Meghan happened to be
the one to find it?

Then, whoever knocked you out--

Might've gone back there
to clean up the Saline label

they left behind, and found me
inconveniently in the way?

Well, the morphine syringe
seemed to have come from a tray

that was prepared
for a nearby patient.

A crime of convenience
would fit.

- Mm-hmm.
- Your hunch was right, Hailey.

This bottle is full of Saline.
No trace of digoxin in it.

I'll test them all,
but I have a feeling

I'll find at least two more.

At least we know
where the digoxin came from.

And that means that the killer
had access to this pharmacy.

We believe the digoxin
used to kill Erica Schulman

and two other patients
came from the hospital pharmacy.

A total of three bottles
were swapped out

for normal Saline bottles,

and their label switched
to avoid detection.

Anne. It's time for the truth.

I didn't do it.

Did you let anyone
into the pharmacy?

No. I never let anyone
unauthorized into the pharmacy.

And you never lent your passkey
to anyone,

not even for a minute?

No.

Anne, I know you're worried
about losing your job,

but I can see that you're
holding something back

and it's important
that we know the truth.

It's more important
than punishing you.

Isn't that right, Mr. Harms?

Yes. I promise,
your job is safe.

I lost my passkey last week.

When, exactly?

Um, the day before
Erica was admitted.

And you didn't report it?

It was only for a few minutes.
Half an hour tops.

I didn't even notice that it was
missing from my uniform

until I saw it sitting
on the counter

- at the nurse's station.
- You broke protocol.

Anytime a passkey goes missing,

you call security,
have it deactivated.

If you had done that...

maybe Erica would
still be alive.

I know.

I know... I just...

I knew that Erica
would have said

that a machine
wouldn't lose a key.

I was fighting for my job.

I went in
and I did a full inventory.

I swear there was
nothing missing.

And by the time you noticed
your passkey was missing,

the killer already had the drug.
It's not your fault.

Who found the passkey?

Um, Lisa Shunstrom.

She was about to call security
when I came by.

And where is Lisa now?

Ivy, can you have Lisa Shunstrom
come in here right away, please?

Of course.

I'll need you to make
a statement in writing.

I'll come by the pharmacy later.

All right.

You can go back to work.

We'll discuss this
indiscretion later.

Robert, I am sorry,

but it seems Lisa
has called in sick today.

I sent a car to Lisa's house.
She's not home, surprise.

I'll put out an APB.

- Let me know when you find her.
- Will do.

Just gonna get Anne's statement.
Talk to you later.

Ivy, what happened?

I quit, that's what happened.

Did you talk
to your boyfriend?

I did.

And he told me that
if we were working together,

then we couldn't be together.
So... so, I quit.

And he's okay with that?

He said he wasn't
sure it was a solution,

that it might look bad on him,
like he,

you know,
like he forced me to quit.

- Did he force you?
- No. No, this was my idea.

I wanna make this work.

Well, I hope he appreciates
what you're doing for him.

Look, I can't imagine how hard
things have been for you lately.

First your boss dies, and then
the police show up,

and now this?
That's a lot of change.

But change is good, right?

Change should move you forward.

Maybe you should
take some time to think,

decide what future
you really want.

Then you'll know what to do.

Thanks. I think you're right.

Anytime.

So, Lisa was the last one

with the pharmacy passkey?

Yep, and she called in sick
today at the hospital.

I assume asking you
to stay in the car is pointless?

You assume correctly.

Hi. I'm Lisa.
Hi, Lisa.

I'm an alcoholic.

Things have been really rough
at work lately.

Three people have died,

and, uh, the police are all
over the place.

I'm scared because...

because I'm really being tested.

And I think it's my fault.

No one at work knows
I'm a recovering alcoholic.

I come to this meeting
all the way across town

so I don't run into anybody.
It's anonymous for a reason.

Nobody is trying to interfere
in your recovery.

Did you inject those people
with digoxin?

- You're not sure.
- No.

You were drinking?

My boyfriend broke up with me
last week.

I thought I was all right until
I found a bottle of champagne

that someone had
given him as a gift.

He must have
left it by accident,

and, uh, I didn't have
the strength to throw it out.

People make mistakes.

Yeah, but this one
was really bad.

One bottle led to
too many to count.

I don't even remember
the night Erica died.

What about the other victims?

I've been confused and upset.
It's been very stressful

at the hospital
since Erica died.

Do you think you could've
administered lethal doses

to three different people?

I've made mistakes before.

I have to accept
that it's possible.

So, how did Anne's key card
from the pharmacy

end up in the nurse's station?

Um, I don't know.

It was just there when I got
back from lunch.

You didn't see anybody
turn it in?

Not personally.
I just assumed it was a visitor.

If it had been hospital staff,

they would've
taken it to security.

Are you gonna report me?

I'm not, but you are.

You know you have to
heal yourself before you can

- help heal others.
- I know.

And I'm so sorry.

And I'm here
if you need me, okay?

All I want is to be sober.

And whatever it takes
to give me the strength

is what I'm gonna do.
Thank you.

Paulina,
you don't have to be here.

I want Clayton Morrel
to know I'm watching him.

- I just worry that--
- Don't.

I have no intention
of speaking to him.

I just want him to know
that I am watching him.

Okay. He sees you. Let's go.

One sec.

Hello there, Paulina.
This is a pleasant surprise.

District Attorney herself here
to welcome me back to freedom.

Congratulations on the election
by the way,

though I didn't
vote for you, obviously.

I just wanted you to know
I'm watching you,

waiting for you to slip up.
Because you will slip up.

I'm not sure
the District Attorney

should be making such threats.

Not a threat. A promise.

Paulina, the cameras.
Come on. Let's go.

Leaving so soon? Such a shame.

Lucky for me I know where to
find you if I should want to.

Good luck, Mr. Morrel. Come on.

Oh, Hailey, you're here.
I have something to show you.

- Uh, are you all right?
- Oh, just a rough day.

- What do you have to show me?
- Mm-hmm.

Our chair, it's fixed.
- I know, isn't it amazing?

- It's all because of you.
- Me?

Hi, Hailey.

Mr. McClellan, I didn't know
you were coming by today.

Oh, call me Grant, please.

I was in the neighborhood
and took my chances.

- But instead of finding you--
- He found me,

in despair over our chair.

And right away, I understood
the favor you wanted to ask.

- Oh, thank you so much.
- Happy to help.

And I have to say,
I really enjoyed it.

Do you think you'd consider
making something else?

Oh, I'd buy it.

Oh, I'm not sure my loving wife
would want me

turning our garage
into a workshop.

But thanks for this. It was fun.

Look, she's so happy.

I always knew my Dad
was handy, but I guess,

when he wasn't working,
he spent his time with me.

Jonas, he was more than handy.

He's talented, and it's clear
it makes him very happy.

Hi, Hailey. Any luck with those
hospital records, Jonas?

I couldn't find any more deaths
at Atlanta Memorial

that fit the same profile
as the recent victims,

so I widened my search,

and I found a woman who died
at Ingram General Hospital

last year without a clear
cause of death.

I think I saw something in one
of the hospital staff files

mentioning Ingram General.

Unlike the others,
this patient was terminal,

but still had
a couple of years to live,

although her sudden death was
not explained by her illness,

and there was no direct cause.
She was not alone in the world.

She might've been the first
and she might've

sparked sympathy
for a different reason,

especially if the angel of death
established some, kind of,

personal connection to her,

and since then,
that connection's changed.

Or the killer learned
from his or her mistake.

Better choose a victim
with no one left behind.

We'll have to send a message
to follow up.

Now, the file didn't indicate
what happened to her remains,

so it might not be possible
to confirm either way.

Here's the personnel file.

Brian Martin worked
at Ingram General

before moving over
to Atlanta Memorial.

The Ingram General victim
died six months ago.

According to this, Brian's
last day at Ingram General

- was a week after she died.
- One week later.

Let's head over to the hospital.

I'll call Ingram General,
see what I can find out.

I'll drive.

Thanks again
for calling me back.

Well, that was interesting.

Apparently, the head nurse
at Ingram General Hospital

was convinced
that a patient's death

had been "helped" along
by one of her staff.

But she was hushed up
by administration.

I couldn't get anyone
to confirm it,

but the head nurse
did give me a name.

Let me guess. Brian Martin.

Yeah. I'm gonna call for backup.

Hi, Hailey,
Detective Montgomery.

I need you to come down
to the police station

for questioning in the murders
of Erica Schulman,

Sarah Van Valkenburg
and Mary Smith.

I can't just leave my patients.

They're not your patients
anymore, Brian. This way.

No... You... you can't do this.

I have to stay here.
My patients need me!

Brian? This way. Come on.

I'm a nurse. I help people.

And did you
help Erica Schulman?

As best as I could.

And Sarah Van Valkenburg?

Poor woman.

At least she's out of pain now.

And would you say the same
about Mary Smith?

She was a sad case.

Alone in a strange city.

I tried to comfort her.

Why are you asking me
about them?

Tell me about your time
at Ingram General Hospital.

There's nothing to tell.

It was time to move on.

And why is that?

I know what happened, Brian.

I know that you ended
a patient's life

at Ingram General Hospital
just before getting a job

at Atlanta Memorial.

I didn't kill her.

Then tell me what happened.

She was in so much pain.

I watched her suffering
for weeks.

And she begged me
to help her end it.

I had to help her.

Nobody else would.

Did you help Erica and Sarah
and Mary the same way?

I did everything I could
for them.

For all of them.

I did the best that I could
for them.

Did you steal
Anne's pharmacy passkey?

No. Uh, It was
at the nurse's station.

I don't know how it got there.

You used the passkey

to swap out
the digoxin for Saline.

- Digoxin?
The drug you used.

I didn't use digoxin.

Then what did you use?

Insulin.

He's confessed to the victim
at Ingram General.

I think we are close
to a confession

for the other three
at Atlanta Memorial.

I don't know, Monty.

He seemed very confused
when you brought up the digoxin.

Well, at least we have
enough to charge him

for what happened
at Ingram General.

And the patients
at Atlanta Memorial

can sleep easy tonight.

I'm not convinced.
Why go from insulin to digoxin?

Insulin is far easier to obtain,

and probably more likely
to be given by accident.

No one else fits the profile
of an angel of death.

I'm starting to wonder
if that was the right theory.

What's making you doubt it?

The Atlanta Memorial killer
was well-organized.

Each death was planned
very carefully.

That implies a more
calculating mind.

- And Brian doesn't have that.
- An angel of death

should be confident
in their decisions. Righteous.

All I see with Brian is someone
completely guilt-ridden

over helping one person die.

You know,
I trust your instincts, Hailey.

But sometimes
the most obvious suspect

is the guilty one.

Well, this is definitely
not a coffee shop.

Where are we?

- Your new workshop.
- What?

So I called Mom,

and she told me
that before I was born,

you were thinking of starting
a custom furniture business?

But then I came along
and you went with a steady job

instead of taking the risk.

- That was a long time ago.
- Then this is long overdue.

I know the owner
of the building,

so, I got a good deal.

Now, I know
it's a bit spartan, run-down,

it's a good thing you're handy,
but here's a new work desk

to get your started.

And this, to hang outside.

Jonas.

You already have commissions.

Hailey and Sabrina
both want new desks,

and I could use
a new coffee table.

I appreciate it, son,
but I can't accept all this.

Dad, you worked a job
you didn't love for decades

to provide for me.

You put me through college
and med school,

you postponed your dream
so that I could follow mine.

And I would do it
all over again.

All I ever wanted
was for you to be happy.

Now all I want
is to give you that same gift.

You invested in my future.

Now I'm investing in yours.

What did your mother say
about all this?

She said,
"Thank goodness,

he'll finally have something
to do again.

And while he's at it,
we could use a new credenza."

Thank you, Son.

Thank you, Dad.

Wanna see
a movie tonight?

Oh, I don't think
I could concentrate.

I'm just a bit preoccupied
with this hospital case.

I thought Monty
caught the killer.

Maybe.

But I still have that feeling
in the pit of my stomach.

The one that says it isn't over.

I know there is an explanation
for all of this,

I just don't know
if it's the one

sitting in the police station
right now.

Monty will get to the truth,
and you should rest easy

knowing Brian
won't be harming anyone else.

I guess so.

Hailey, we had a new victim
almost every other day.

But it stopped, didn't it?

As soon as we started looking
for an angel of death.

You don't know
that no one else would've died.

Except, Anne's pharmacy key
was returned

before the deaths even started.

You think the killer planned
three deaths from the outset?

Maybe they were content
to leave it at that.

It would look like
there was an angel of death,

but be contained enough
not to get caught.

- Now, that's a very risky plan.
- But it worked.

Or are you
just overthinking this?

- Hmm. Anything's possible.

- Yeah, I can get the dishes.
- Thanks. I really should go.

Mm-hmm.

You get some rest.
I'll talk to you tomorrow?

- Mm-hmm.
- Okay. Bye.

Hailey.

Are you coming
to meet me and Fincher

for a late celebration dinner?

He's still on his way from work,

but I've managed
to snag the best table.

What's the occasion?

I've been fully reinstated
at work,

and Fincher says
it's all down to you.

I can't thank you enough.

Well, it was a group effort,
but I am so, so glad.

Hey, I'm just curious.
Did anyone at the hospital know

we were looking
for an angel of death?

I didn't say anything to anyone,
if that's what you're asking.

So, you didn't
hear anyone talking about it?

Not at all. But I wouldn't
expect something like that

to leak out of the CEO's office.

So you don't think
Brian would've heard

that the police were
onto that theory?

I doubt it. Did Monty
tell anyone?

Only the interim CEO.

Oh, Robert's not interim
anymore. The board voted him in.

He's got the job
he always wanted.

Are you sure
you won't come tonight?

Maybe I will.

Do you think he's still
at the hospital right now?

Uh, nine o'clock. Probably. Why?

I have a question
I want to ask him.

This is Detective Montgomery,

please leave a message.

Nine-one-one,
what is your emergency?

Hello?
Are you still there?

Hello? Please leave--

Hailey.

I'm so sorry, I meant to
get back before you woke up,

but I couldn't get back
into the pharmacy

to get more digoxin.

So, that means that I only have
enough to kill Robert.

So I guess, for you,
it's just gonna have to be

murder the old-fashioned way.

I'm sure there's
another way, Ivy.

I'm sorry, Hailey.
Truly, you were so nice to me.

But you do understand
that I can't just let you go.

So you were
behind all of this? Why?

I already told you. My boyfriend
doesn't appreciate me.

Everything I did, I did for him.
For you, Robert!

Robert?

This whole time, I thought
you were talking about Brian.

The nurse? Brian? Why...

What gave you the idea
that I was with him?

I saw you with him
the day after Erica died.

It looked like
an intimate conversation.

Oh, of course, it did.

You know what, he was telling me
the deepest, darkest secrets.

Like the time he killed
one of his patients on purpose.

And that's what gave you
the idea to frame him.

Look, when Erica died
and the police showed up,

I freaked out.

But it's okay,
because I did my research,

and digoxin isn't
on the usual drug panels.

So you left
the bottle of digoxin

at the nurse's station,

hoping the police would
connect it back to Brian.

I felt a little bad
for Brian, I did,

but the truth is,
he deserved it.

He did kill that woman,
and he was the perfect cover.

But you, I am so sorry
for drugging you, honestly.

I just... I... I found
the closest syringe to me.

I wasn't trying
to kill you, Hailey.

No, you were just trying
to keep me from figuring out

how you swapped out the digoxin.

Yes, and it was
all going so well,

because who would suspect
a little secretary?

Even one that works
at a hospital

and knows how to use
the Internet.

You were right. No one did.

No, and then Robert
had to ruin it all.

If this whole thing
was about Robert,

you must've heard the rumor
that he was seeing Erica.

Oh, no, that wasn't a rumor.
He was seeing Erica,

at the same time
as he was seeing me.

And he promised me
he would break up with her.

But he said,
because she was the CEO,

he had to find the right time.
Unfortunately,

there never was a right time.

- But you believed him.
- No, I have always known...

...that Robert
is a liar and a cheat.

But you know what?
Your heart doesn't care

- what your head knows.
- No, it doesn't.

So you took matters
into your own hands.

If Robert wouldn't
end it with Erica,

then you would end it for him.
By ending her life.

Exactly.

You know, Hailey,
you understand me

more than Robert does.

How did you know
Erica had an arrhythmia?

She didn't have one.

I gave it to her.
I put digoxin in her coffee.

But instead of killing her,
I only poisoned her.

But you know what, It was
easy enough to finish her off

- when she was stuck in that bed.
- And what about the others?

Sarah Van Valkenburg,
Mary Smith? Why them?

Because they were single.

And they didn't have any family
who would ask after them.

They were actually
the perfect victims

for an angel of death.

- You planned this meticulously.
- Yeah, I did.

I got rid of my competition.
I got Robert.

Robert got the job
he always wanted.

And I even quit my job
so we could finally be together.

And then tonight,

Robert tells me
that it is over for good.

Ivy, I know that Robert
broke your heart,

but I also know
that you still love him.

- Oh, it... it doesn't matter.
- It does, it does.

You love him,
and you want to protect him.

You want him to be happy

even if it means
he's not with you.

No!

I'm the only one
that makes you happy.

Hey, hey!

- Drop that now!

Now! Put it down!

Hailey, you okay?

- Fincher, we're good?
- We're good, Monty.

I know you were
just doing your job.

I just... want to
thank you, Fincher.

You got there just in time.

Well, you seemed to be
managing things well enough

without me.

Maybe, but I've never been
happier to hear your voice.

Well, Meghan
told me that you wanted to

talk to Robert and ask him
some questions.

At this time of night?

I had a feeling that
you were gonna find yourself

in one of them situations
you always find yourself in.

You know me so well.

And I plan
on knowing you for a lot longer.

What do you say
we get you home?

- Good night.
- Take care.

See ya.

Jonas.

I just heard. You all right?

I'm okay.

I just wish you would've
called me first.

Then I wouldn't be getting
this amazing hug.

Please tell me
you don't really think

you need to confront murderers
to earn my hugs?

Because if you do,

we're gonna have
a very serious conversation.

I don't think I wanna talk
any more tonight.

You know this isn't
just about me anymore.

If anything ever happens to you,
my father will kill me.

- Hello?
- Hey, Paulina, it's Hailey.

Do you wanna have dinner
with me tonight?

We could do takeout at my house.

Oh. Hailey, that's so sweet,
but I have other plans.

Okay. Another time.
- Sounds great.

Paulina,
is everything all right?

No, Hailey. But it will be.
I'm gonna make sure of it.