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What is your deepest, darkest secret?

One you've never told a soul.

I don't know. Did you betray
a friend's confidence or,

shoplift from the campus store?

Maybe you're dying to sleep with
the girl sitting in front of you?

Oh, sorry. I just... lucky guess.

How about you? You got a secret?

- Lewicki? You got... never mind.
- I don't want to know.

Right now, there is a war
going on in your brain.

Our best guess is that your Cingulate
Cortex desperately wants to tell the truth.

But your Orbital Prefrontal Cortex,

is simulating how bad things will
be if you actually spill the beans.

If your Prefrontal Cortex wins, your
level of stress hormones goes up.

If the Cingulate Cortex
wins, your stress level drops.

So, if it's biologically healthier...

To confess our secrets, what is it
about human nature that makes us,

fight so hard to keep them hidden?

Double shot Americano.

- What do you want?
- What?

It's just an incredibly overpriced,
over-processed cup of coffee.

I got assigned the Carl Huffman case.

Ah.

The real-estate mogul,

who got busted for running Ponzi
schemes out of retirement centers.

Yeah, not exactly Bernie Madoff.

But he did dupe a lot of old
ladies out of their pensions.

I need someone to do background
interviews with the vics.

You know...

I'm just a little bit busy
to do retirement-home visits.

But the old biddies love you.

You know, Daniel once wrote a fascinating
article on the Neuroscience of con men.

Maybe he can help me.

Why do you always feel the
need to involve that guy?

Because he's brilliant.

Oh, and unlike me, he
never says no to a case.

Absolutely not. I don't have time.

- You already agreed to meet her.
- I did? Why?

She's a pretty big environmental
activist, and she flew here just for this.

Well, tell her I already
gave to Greenpeace this year.

I'm not here to talk about
sick whales, Dr. Pierce.

Rebecca Abbot. I'm a huge
fan. I've read all your books.

Well, I... suppose I could
spare a couple of minutes.

Good. Because there's
something you need to see.

- It looks like Tourette's.
- Yep. Now look at this.

All of these girls live
in the same small town,

and they all spontaneously developed
symptoms within days of each other.

That doesn't make sense.
Tourette's isn't communicable.

Exactly.

So, what's your involvement?

One of the girls' mothers found
my website and asked for my help.

She thinks the girls were poisoned.

An environmental contaminant.

T.C.E... Trichloroethylene.

The chemical plant is the
biggest employer in the County.

- Processes tons of this stuff.
- You'd have to prove exposure.

Tox screens on the girls
came back positive for T.C.E.

We're testing the soil
and groundwater now.

10 to one this stuff is
leeching into the water supply.

And you think the
company's covering it up?

I'm filing a class action lawsuit
against Brooksville Chemical.

If I could have one of the nation's
top Neuroscientists testify that,

T.C.E. caused these girls'
symptoms, it might seal the deal.

Well, I'd have to
examine the girls first.

Could you do it this weekend? I'll
cover your plane ticket and hotel.

Plane ticket? Wh...

- Where exactly is this place?
- Brooksville, Pennsylvania.

This really isn't a good time.

But, Dr. Pierce, these
girls need your help.

Thanks for coming in, Ms. Abbott.

Thanks...

For wasting my time, Dr. Pierce.

Sorry!

Didn't realize you were busy.

Nothing important.

Good, then you can help me
bring down a millionaire mogul

who made his fortune bilking
nursing-home residents.

Actually, I can't.

- Why not?
- I'm already working on a case.

- For the FBI?
- No, no, for uh...

For Rebecca Abbott, the...

Huffy lady who's not important?

The renowned environmental activist.

Lewicki and I are gonna be out of
town for a couple of days, right?

Mm-hmm? Right. Right.

So, um, maybe next time.

You're gonna sit on a
plane for two hours...

And then stay in a strange,
musty hotel room in a hick town,

because you're interested in a case?

- Hey, this case...
- What is really going on?

Okay.

Kate's ex-husband told
me she has a thing for me.

I mean, he's an idiot, but I...

I can't help wondering if her asking
me to help on cases all the time,

is just a way to get closer to me.

Would that be so bad? Kate's
bright. She's attractive.

She accepts you for who you are.

Are you kidding me?
She's incredible, but I...

I can't subject anyone to the
craziness of my life, especially her.

So your solution is to scamper out of town
every time she comes around with a case?

I don't scamper.

You're gonna have to be
honest with her eventually.

Doc? Ready to go?

Are you really gonna
go through with this?

How bad could it be?

- Here you go.
- Oh!

Oh, I am so sorry.

Oh, I can't stay here.

- Why not?
- No. No. Are you kidding me? With the...

Faux Thomas Kinkade artwork and
the artificial Bonsai topiaries,

and the bacteria-infested bed covers.

No. No. This is not gonna work.

Dr. Pierce? Hi, I'm
Chad, Rebecca's assistant.

Okay, uh, I'm sorry I'm late, but someone
slashed the tires on our rental car again.

Again?

Yeah, not everybody in redneckville
is happy that we're here.

- Sorry, what are we late for?
- The town hall meeting.

I'm not here for any town-hall
meeting. I'm here to examine the girls.

That's where they are.

Doc, just go, okay? I got this covered.

Great. Fantastic.

- The bedspread.
- I got it, Doc.

- And those little, those...
- I got it.

And the artwork goes.

Especially that one.

Look at what Brooksville Chemical
has done to your town's children.

And that's not all.

Compared to the rest
of Western Pennsylvania,

Brooksville has higher rates of
cancer, miscarriage, and infertility.

What's the difference
between their town and yours?

Brooksville Chemical!

Martin Sullivan and his
executives do not care

how many people they hurt in this town.

Liar!

How dare you say such
things about my husband!

I won't listen to any
more of this bullshit!

Please, excuse my family.

They're upset. I'm upset.

My grandfather worked
the land under the plant.

My father started the
company with 10 employees.

Brooksville Chemical may
have been founded here,

but it is a multinational
corporation now.

All they care about
is their stock price.

No. We stayed in this town
to build the local economy.

It's your frivolous lawsuit that can turn
Brooksville into the next Flint, Michigan.

Corporate accountability
is not frivolous!

It is deadly serious!

Which is why I've flown
in one of America's most

renowned Neuroscientists
to help us with our case.

Everyone, this is Dr. Daniel Pierce.

He's come all the way from
Chicago to examine these girls

and to testify on our behalf
because he believes what I believe...

That your children have been poisoned.

Dr. Pierce! Could these
chemicals have killed my daughter?

- I really, I can't...
- Please. Please. Just take a look.

- Heterochromia Iridum.
- What's that?

Her eyes... one's blue, one's hazel.

Did she have the same
spasms as the other girls?

No. Look.

This is an autopsy report.

I was away in Pittsburgh for the weekend.
I came home and I found Patti. She, um...

She hung herself in her closet.

- I never should have left her alone.
- I'm sorry.

I mean, maybe those
chemicals made her depressed.

I don't think T.C.E.
poisoning would have affected

her mood, it's not the
answer you're looking for.

- But...
- I'm sorry.

Dr. Pierce?!

Dr. Pierce!

Are you trying to make me look bad?

Hey, you ambushed me! You pointed
me out in front of all those people!

I thought that's why you're here, to prove
Brooksville Chemical covered up a spill!

I am here to do a Neurological
examination of those girls.

You're the one whipping this town
into hysterics without any proof!

That's not true! Our
test results came back.

The town's groundwater is contaminated.

How's Rebecca?

She's lucky. Shot in the
arm. She's in surgery now.

Slashed tires, now a shooting.
She's obviously onto something.

- I got to see those girls tonight.
- No, let's head back to the room first.

- It's important!
- Doc, take a breath!

And put on a clean shirt, okay?

Okay.

Check it out.

"Extreme home makeover,"
Brooksville edition.

Extreme what?

Nothing. What do you think, Doc?

Turn the desk around.
I can't face the wall.

Okay.

Yeah. He's right here. Hold on.

- Doc, it's Kate.
- Tell her I'm busy.

I called her, and I
told her what happened.

Why did you do that?!

Because you almost got
shot, and she's the FBI.

- Hi.
- I'll be on the next flight out.

- You really don't have to.
- Daniel, somebody shot at you!

Plus, Lewicki says that
place is a real backwater.

The local P.D. isn't
gonna be that thorough.

Especially if it's a company town.

Yeah, well, isn't there an FBI
field office that can handle it?

Whoa, Pittsburgh? Yeah, I don't, uh...

I don't think they're
gonna want to work with you.

Why not?

Face it Daniel, you're
not exactly conventional.

I got to go.

Daniel.

Call granola guy. Tell him that I
want to see the symptomatic girls.

But can it wait till morning?

Those corporate bastards
are not gonna intimidate me.

Two weeks ago I woke up, and
I couldn't control my arm.

My neck started the next day.
It's just gotten worse since then.

So, you can't control the movements?

No, it's like... an
itch I have to scratch.

It never stops. Mnh! Mnh!

- Are you able to sleep?
- Not since it started.

Every time I doze
off, I start twitching.

Let's talk about your social life. Anything
particularly stressful there recently?

Hello? I'm a high-school girl
with facial tics and arm tremors.

You don't think that
qualifies as stressful?!

Can I go now?

I want to meet with all their doctors.
Have the girls' parents signed consents?

Uh, yes to the consents, and there's
only one pediatrician in Brooksville.

That's Dr. Bilson. He treats all the girls.
So, I can set up a meeting, uh, tomorrow.

No. Now.

You think it's T.C.E. poisoning?

All these Tox screens confirm
low levels of exposure,

but I'm not seeing any
neurotoxic symptoms, no...

No numbness in the extremities,
nausea, or dizziness.

Are you saying they're faking it?

No. I don't think so.

Did any of the girls have any
health issues before the symptoms?

Some flu cases, a Strep-throat
outbreak a few months ago.

I know a couple of the girls caught it.

It's called pandas.

You mean, like, cute little
black-and-white Chinese bears?

It's a neuropsychiatric
disorder in children,

and it can cause motor
and vocal tics and tremors.

It's caused by T.C.E. exposure?

No. It's caused by
streptococcal infections.

Now, I have to do a few more tests,

but at least three of those
girls were treated for Strep.

You're telling me that
this pandas could have

caused the ticking and
not T.C.E. poisoning?

Hey. Sorry to interrupt. CNN called.

They want to see if you'll do a
live remote, talk about the case.

Hell yes.

Great.

Dr. Pierce I flew you out
here to support my case.

Not undermine it.

I'm here to find out why
those girls are sick, not just

rubber-stamp whatever
theory supports your case.

Help me.

Please.

Lewicki? Is that you?

Help me. Please, help me.

Help me.

Patti.

What are you doing here?

I don't know why, but I thought
you'd be a little happier to see me.

Well, I'm still a little groggy.

- What time is it?
- I don't know. A little after 8:00.

Get dressed.

I stopped by the local
P.D. on my way here.

They do not have any
suspects in the shooting.

But I grilled them a little bit,

and they admitted they do know who
vandalized Rebecca's rental car.

Who?

- I didn't shoot that crazy bitch.
- But you slashed her tires.

That was just a prank. Braden
apologized to the police.

Mr. Sullivan, do you
own a .22-caliber rifle?

If you're gonna suspect
every person in this town

who has a rifle in their
den of attempted murder.

You've got your work cut out for you.

Well, not every person in town just
saw their father publicly disparaged.

Braden was at the town hall with
us at the time of the shooting.

No, actually, Braden stormed out a
few minutes before Rebecca got shot,

as I recall, plenty
of time to grab a gun.

We're done here, but before you go,

I think you should know the company
commissioned its own T.C.E. tests.

The results just came back.

No contamination in the soil,
the air, or around the school.

So, Brooksville Chemical
finances its own study

and then gives itself
a clean bill of health.

Yeah, there's no conflict
of interest there.

I know. I know.

What if it's Rebecca's
tests that are off?

You think she faked them?

I don't know.

Wait a second.

Is Daniel Pierce saying that maybe the
big bad corporation isn't the enemy?

I'm just saying...

She's got a lot to gain
from proving T.C.E. exposure,

and I'm starting to
think this is more about

money and publicity for
her than it is those girls.

I'll subpoena the lab
that did Rebecca's testing,

make sure we're seeing
the original reports.

But until we have proof,
she's still a victim.

Maybe not.

I mean, if the test
results were phony...

Maybe the shooting was, too.

Oh, hey, Dr. Pierce.

If you are looking for Rebecca,
she's still in the hospital.

This is Agent Moretti of the FBI.

We're actually here to see you.

Me?

A week ago, you drove to Lexington and
purchased a Winchester bolt action .22.

Rebecca wanted to make it look
like she was being targeted but,

hitting her wasn't really
part of the plan, was it?

Okay, first off, that's crazy.
I would never actually...

Ballistics are gonna match, Chad.

You're on the hook for attempted murder.

Okay, I never tried to kill anybody.

You shot into a crowd.
You're going to jail.

Unless, of course, you help us out.

You think this is a publicity
stunt, I nearly died.

Yeah, only because Chad
isn't a better marksman.

He was only supposed to shoot
out the window of your car.

It's a great story. It's a great story.

The environmental crusader risks her life
to bring down the corporate criminals.

I love that story, and that's
what really pisses me off!

There are so many corporate criminals
that we could have gone after.

And instead, you sucked me into
your petty little shakedown.

This isn't a shakedown! The Tox screens
show T.C.E., in those girls' blood!

Low levels. I could test
100 people in this town,

99 of them would come
back positive for T.C.E.,

because of emissions from that damn plant.
But it's not enough to make anyone sick.

The stuff is leaching
into the groundwater.

Bullshit!

We know your original test
results came back clean.

You lied to me, Rebecca. You never had
a case against Brooksville Chemical.

But you thought that you could still
squeeze them by cooking up your own

fraudulent test results, only Martin
Sullivan wouldn't cave in to your demands.

I'm the victim here.

Chad signed a sworn affidavit.
He's testifying against you.

How could you believe a word
that hemp-addled simpleton says?

Not only do we believe him,
so does the U.S. Attorney.

So, Chad's getting immunity. It's over.

I was looking out for those girls.

Now they'll get nothing.

If you hadn't interfered, they would have
walked away with close to $1 million each.

Yeah, and you would
have gotten 33%, so...

Ma'am, you're under arrest. You
have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say...

Daniel!

Help me.

Dr. Pierce.

- I've been looking for you.
- What's wrong?

Three more of my patients are symptomatic,
and I've got calls from two other parents.

I mean, whatever this
thing is, it's spreading.

Seven girls spontaneously develop
uncontrollable spasms it's impossible.

- So, what do you think's causing it?
- I don't know.

That's a first.

You know, we solved the shooting. Now it's
just a medical mystery, so you can go home.

Did I do something to offend you?

What? No, why?

Let's see. You turned down my case,
which you've never done before.

You get on a plane.
You fly to Pennsylvania,

when I can barely get
you to ride the elevator.

You're shot at, but
you don't want my help.

And now I'm here, and you can't
rush me out of town fast enough.

- Now, what the hell is going on?!
- It's nothing.

Daniel, this woman cracks
serial killers for a living.

One way or another, she's
gonna get the truth out of you.

Kate, I...

I can't have a relationship with you.

Okay, what are you talking about?

Oh, we probably should
have role-played this first.

I mean I can't, I can't have a
relationship with anybody right now.

Okay, what gave you the impression
that I wanted a relationship?

I don't know. Uh, I guess...

Uh, maybe I was... I
was picking up signals.

If I had feelings for
you, I would let you know.

Probably in some
unbelievably irresistible way.

I wouldn't be sending out signals, okay?

I'm just saying...

I am not some doting student
with a schoolgirl crush.

Now, Daniel, like a lot of other things
with you, this is all in your head.

Oh, and don't worry
about avoiding me anymore.

I'm gonna leave tonight.

Kate, I...

"Tell her the truth".
That was a great idea.

The idea wasn't bad. The
execution was a little off.

This whole trip has been a disaster.

Here I am, stuck in this godforsaken

town in that nightmare of a hotel where
all the furniture's in the wrong place.

You're not upset about the
furniture. You're upset about Kate.

Yes, of course I'm upset about Kate.

Her friendship is important to me,
and I probably just ruined that.

Are you sure that's
what's bothering you?

Even if you don't want a relationship,

it's always nice to think
someone has a crush on you.

- You know what, I'm fine.
- I'm fine.

This conversation is
over. I have work to do.

Burying your emotions
isn't healthy, Daniel.

Eventually they bubble to the surface!

Bad day?

You have no idea.

Beer?

Why not? We're on a road
trip. Let's get a little crazy.

But just one, though.

Ah.

You know, we don't talk enough.

We should talk daily... hourly.

The friends of Dr. Daniel
Pierce support circle.

Mm-hmm. Exactly.

And the first rule of the Dr.
Daniel friends support circle is...

Don't talk about...

Be impervious to all insults
and offensive comments.

Ah.

Hey, Max, do you, uh... do
you think I give signals?

- What do you mean?
- Like, do I seem flirty to you?

Are you trying to be flirty with me?

Because you are really fine...

Like "maxim" fine.

Okay, no, not...

Not flirty with you, uh, per... per say.

Oh. Are we talking about Dr. Pierce?

Have I ever given you the impression
that I have a thing for him?

- Well, do you?
- No.

I just want to know if I seem like I do.

This is stupid. Forget I said anything.

- Hmm.
- Another beer?

We should totally do this again.

- Ooh.
- Okay, wow.

Help me, please.

Help me.

Please help me.

Help me...

Please.

- Dr. Pierce?
- Do you still have that autopsy report?

Kate. Kate, I was wrong.

Let's just talk about
it back in Chicago.

That's not what I mean. You can't leave.

Why? Like you said, it's
just a medical mystery.

No, no, no. This... this was a murder.

This is Patti Wallace. She died two moths
ago, everybody thinks she hung herself.

But you think someone killed her?

Yeah. Asphyxiation causes
capillaries in the victim's face

and eyes to burst, leaving
tiny red petechial hemorrhages.

- I don't see any.
- Exactly.

And there's no bruising
in the larynx or trachea,

meaning they must have
been fractured postmortem.

So, she didn't die of asphyxiation,
so the hanging must have been staged.

But how could the
Coroner have missed this?

Well, it's a small town. The guy's
a funeral director, not an M.D.

So, who killed her?

I don't know. But I think those
girls are involved somehow.

Remember conversion disorder?

Psychological trauma transformed
into physical symptoms, right?

Yeah, it can sometimes
get pretty extreme.

You know, a wife catches
her husband in bed

with another woman and
is suddenly struck blind.

A child loses a parent, and
then loses the power of speech.

But all these girls developed
the condition at the same time.

Collective hysteria, or what
we used to call mass hysteria.

A group is exposed to a common
precipitant, then develops shared symptoms.

That sounds like a stretch.

No in 2006, 600 girls at a
boarding school in Chalco, Mexico,

became feverish, nauseated.

They had difficulty
walking... no medical cause.

The same year, 60 girls
at a Liberian convent

began fainting, foaming at the mouth,

experiencing seizures...
completely psychosomatic.

So, you think Patti Wallace's
murder is the shared trauma?

Yeah. I think they all
have guilt over her death.

It could just be grief
over a classmate's suicide.

Think about it. Patti died months ago.

The girls had no
symptoms at all for weeks.

Then, suddenly, they developed tics.

- So?
- So grief lessens over time...

But guilt builds. I get it.

But there are now nine
girls with symptoms.

Do you really think that they're
all ticking because of Patti?

Maybe the first four were
legitimately traumatized by the murder.

Then, suddenly, they're flying consultants
in from Chicago and... and CNN shows up.

It's the most exciting thing
to happen in town for years.

The other girls unconsciously
want attention, they get a...

An itch on their nose, and, all of a
sudden, they think they have it, too.

If I'm right... those
girls are hiding something.

And that secret wants to come out.

- Bobby. Where's Moretti?
- Yeah?

She's in... Brooksville, Pennsylvania.

What the hell is she doing there?

I don't know, picking
strawberries or something.

Said she'd be back in a couple days.

Daniel, let's do this.

Hello, Donnie.

Just because we're not married
anymore doesn't mean you

can blow me off when we're
working a case together.

Okay, I think you're entirely too
focused on our relationship status,

and your Ponzi scheme isn't in
court for another three months.

I've got a murder I'm working here.

Let me guess... with Daniel Pierce.

Bye, Donnie.

- Everything all right?
- Yeah, great.

Actually, you know what? No.

Everything is not great.

I want you to tell me one thing,

I have done in the whole time
that we've worked together

that would indicate to you that my feelings
for you were anything other than platonic.

I don't know. You're always...

Asking me out for pizza or tea.

Uh-huh. That's what friends do.

You're right. You're right.

It was obviously all in
my head. I was just...

Just having a "talk
to the walls" moment.

Apology accepted.

So, tell us about Patti Wallace.

Patti was quiet, uh, a science
nerd, we didn't hate her...

It was more like she didn't exist.

You made sure she knew that, right?

We didn't bully her, if
that's what... you're saying.

What did you think about Patti?

- She was...
- Aren't you supposed to be helping us?!

All your questions are
just making things worse!

- There are going to be a few...
- Okay, you know... you know what?

You three can go. Riley, you stay.

Why do they get to leave?

Here's the thing, Riley. I get it.

What?

The pressure.

I was something of a queen
bee back in school, too.

I remember everybody
watching my every move...

What I ate, what I wore,
who I hung out with.

And, you know, it's like everybody
thinks that your life is perfect.

But really, it's a long
way down from that pedestal,

and there is always
someone waiting in the wings

to try to come along and shove you off.

And there's no one you can talk to.

No.

And you could really...
use a friend right now.

Yeah.

Because kids are starting
to make fun of you.

Am I right? I mean, at first
it was behind your back.

But now it's to your face.

I mean, you're turning into the weirdo.

One of the losers, and you're scared.

Yeah.

Don't you just want to be normal again?

I mean, to look pretty...

To have boys interested in you for,

who you are and not making
fun of you because you're...

Because I'm some ticking, stuttering
freak, and I just want it to stop!

You have a secret.

And Dr. Pierce thinks that holding it
in is what's causing these symptoms.

I think he's right.

And if you tell us, your
symptoms will go away.

We did it.

You did what, Riley?

We killed...

Patti.

We were having a sleepover, and
we started playing truth or dare.

Truth or dare?

- Dare.
- Maddy was really into Braden.

They had fooled around
a couple of times,

but she hadn't done
anything about it for weeks.

So I dared her to go over to
Braden's house and make out with him.

Okay.

When we got there, Braden's
bedroom light was the only one on.

Whatever she saw must have
really freaked her out.

So I climbed up and looked in.

We couldn't believe it. We had no idea
that Braden would go for a girl like Patti.

We didn't even know they were
friends, much less, like, together.

So, I told her to send
the video to Patti.

And tell her that if she
ever touched Braden again,

we would make their
little sex tape go viral.

But the next morning...

Patti...

Hung herself.

It was all our fault.

So, they felt guilty, which
caused the conversion disorder,

but they didn't actually kill her.

Well, we know she didn't hang herself.

And it can't be a coincidence she died
the day after receiving that video.

Mnh-mnh.

By the way, I never figured
you for the queen-bee type.

Oh, I wasn't.

- Let me guess. Mathletes?
- Uh, varsity tennis, actually.

And Mathletes.

You?

Oh, I never had time
for student activities.

Hmm.

All right. Mathletes.
But I founded the club.

You know that doesn't
actually make it cooler.

Okay, there's two people on that video.

Let's go talk to the
one who's still alive.

Braden.

Are you here to apologize for backing
that lying bitch Rebecca Abbott?

Actually, we're here to find out why
you were dating Patti Wallace in secret.

Look, I wanted to be out in the open
about it, just my parents always hated her.

She wasn't "the right kind of girl".

I didn't care. I loved her.

Did you know about the video?

What's going on?

You have no right to be here.

Actually, I do. I'm
conducting an investigation.

- Get off our property.
- Relax, honey.

- We have nothing to hide.
- She's trying to rail road our son.

No. No one's getting railroaded.

We just have some questions for Braden.

You're not talking to
him. Get in the house.

Mrs. Sullivan, we
need to speak with him.

Maybe we should call our lawyer.

We're not here about the shooting.

I don't care why you're
here. This is harassment.

If you don't leave right
now, I'm calling the police.

Mrs. Sullivan, there's
been an actual murder.

And your son knew the victim.

Come on.

Sorry. She's just protecting our son.

Who protected your
daughter, Mr. Sullivan?

You were Patti Wallace's father, too.

- How did you know?
- Uh, it's in the eyes.

Those little brown
flecks in your irises...

Lisch nodules... they're
the only obvious symptom of a

disease known as Neurofibromatosis.

You passed it on to both your kids.

Yeah, Braden has the specks, too.

They're getting worse.

Patti's were so bad that her right
eye changed color as she grew older.

- Did Patti know she was your daughter?
- No.

Anne was pregnant with her when
my wife found out about the affair.

Leah was furious, and she threatened
to leave and take Braden with her.

How did you change her mind?

I promised that I wouldn't
see Anne and the baby again.

I wasn't there when my daughter
was born. I wasn't there when...

When she died.

But I loved her.

Did you know she was
sleeping with your son?

What?

No. No, that's impossible.

We did all we could to keep them apart.

It's called genetic sexual attraction.

Our DNA compels us to connect
with our genetic tribe.

But psychological imprinting
and social taboo overwhelm,

sexual desire when siblings
are raised together.

But when two people are unaware
of their biological bond they're,

drawn to each other.

Oh, God. I knew we shouldn't
have kept it a secret.

What are you people still doing here?

They know about Patti.

Leave my family alone.

Patti Wallace was murdered.

I thought she killed herself.

And you think my husband
has something to do with it?

No. We checked. He was in
Pittsburgh the day she died.

But he wasn't alone. Patti's
mother was in Pittsburgh, too.

You were still in love with
her after all these years.

You don't look surprised, Mrs. Sullivan.

How did you find out?

- That little tramp, Patti, told me.
- When did you talk to her?

When I found out what was going on
between her and Braden, I went over there.

Is that when you killed her?

Oh God, Leah.

It was an accident.

Tell us what happened.
Maybe we can help you.

That morning, Braden was really upset.

- Braden, talk to me.
- Leave me alone.

I was worried.

We'd installed spy ware on
his phone, so I checked it.

I never expected to see that... video.

So I went over there to tell that tramp
to keep her daughter away from my boy.

- What do you want?
- But it was Patti who opened the door.

She told me her mother
was in Pittsburgh.

And I realized what that meant.

You are still seeing each other.

I was such a fool.

I snapped.

I told Patti to stay away from
Braden, that they couldn't be together.

But she didn't care. She
said they were in love.

You don't understand. Braden hates you!

He... he thinks that you're sad
and overprotective and depressing.

And Braden and I are gonna be together!

There's nothing that
you can do to stop us!

Patti.

So, you told her the truth?

I had to.

I'm gonna tell Braden the disgusting
things you said just to keep us apart.

I didn't want Braden
to know what he'd done.

I didn't think he could bear the shame.

I couldn't let her tell him.

I only wanted to calm her
down, talk some sense into her.

But she wouldn't let me.

Patti!

Patti!

I barely touched her.

She probably had a heart attack.

It happens to kids
with Neurofibromatosis.

A heart attack?

You see, I told you it wasn't my fault.

Well, it's manslaughter at least,

and you staged the suicide, all
to keep yourself out of jail.

No.

To keep my son from learning the truth.

How could you?

How could you?

This is all your fault, Martin.

If you hadn't cheated on me...

And lied to me all these years.

None of this would have ever happened.

Glad to be back, where
everything's in its right place?

Actually, you know what?

I kind of got used to the desk
facing the window in the hotel.

We should try moving it.

- Really?
- You sure about that?

Yeah, I can be flexible.

Let's... let's try it.
Come on. Let's move it.

- I could get used to this.
- Yeah?

No. No, no. Nope. No. Back. Back.

Here's your Ponzi-scheme research.

What the hell were you doing running off to
Pennsylvania when you had a case with me?

Daniel needed my help.

- I'll bet he did.
- What's that supposed to mean?

I understand that you admire the guy.

He's brilliant. He's
also completely unstable.

You're never going to be able
to have a healthy relationship,

with somebody like that.

You said something to him, didn't you?

What? No. What are you talking about?

Okay, Donnie, I can tell when
you're lying. Your face looks like...

That.

Okay. Fine.

Maybe I had a little
man-to-man with him.

You are unbelievable, you know that?!

What is this, like your juvenile
way of trying to get me back?

No. I know I lost my chance
with you a long time ago.

I realize that. I just...

I just want you to be happy.

Okay, well, forgive me if I find
that a little hard to swallow.

In future, stay the hell
out of my personal life.

Freud once said...

"No mortal can keep a secret".

"If his lips are silent, he
chatters with his fingertips".

"Betrayal oozes out of every pore".

I think old Sigmund might
have been onto something.

Although we may be desperate
to keep our secrets...

The harder we try to bury them,
the more they rise to the surface.

We are neurologically
compelled to confess.

And that's a good thing.

Because confession is good for the body.

It's good for the brain.

Might even be good for the soul.

If you believe in that sort of thing.

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