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Fellas...

just when you thought you've seen it all.

We've heard that one before. Leighton Academy Riding Grounds

She was found with her foot caught in the stirrup,

and the stirrup tangled around her leg.

Poor horse practically strangling himself, trying to get free of her.

Any idea how long?

Apparently, the horse has been missing from the stable for two days.

I mean the girl. Not the horse.

It wasn't the girl they came looking after.

It was the horsethey reported missing.

He belongs to someplace called the Leighton academy.

Huh-huh. Private school for girls...

for the wealthy, not the rich.

What's the difference?

Rich people make lots of money.

Wealthy people sign their checks.

It's Tammi Eldridge?

That's a whole another league.

No, no. I'm saying it's her.

It's Tammi Eldridge.

Of the Whitaker Trust... Eldridge family?

Favorite Celeb-utante of the tabloids?

Yeah. That Tammi Eldridge.

This is not good.

Because we're talking about rich and powerful people.

And, when we're talking about rich and powerful people,

we're talking press. And I... um...

I... I... I sometimes stammer for the press.

Unless you want to make the notification yourself.

I mean, come on, it's... obviously an accident.

Right, Doc?

It was just an accident.

Crossing Jordan 4x12. Family Affair

ORIGINAL AIR DATE ON NBC: 2005/01/30

You have to understand.

We've never had an incident like this at Leighton before.

Dr. Macy.

This is the dean of the school.

William Hargrave.

God, this is awful. How could this have happened?

Mr. Hargrave, you care to tell me how one of your students

could go missing for two days without you reporting it?

Well, Tammi wasn't missing.

She'd been sent home days ago...suspended.

There was nothing to report.

Suspended for what?

An accumulation of things.

Tammi could be, a rather difficult.

Alright. Well, we're gonna need a contact number for the parents.

You mean... I don't have to tell them?

No, sir.

That would be my job.

Hey. you, okay?

Yeah... Sidney.

Hey!

Is that your motorcycle victim?

Yeah.

He looks pretty good.

Yeah, I know.

Not a scratch on him.

Twenty-eight years old, wearing his helmet.

It makes absolutely no sense.

Huh.

Yeah, yeah. She's up front. Come on.

He must just fallen wrong.

Maybe, cracked a rib, punctured a lung.

You see that's why I like four wheels under me.

Yeah.

- I'll catch you later. - Okay.

Whoa, turn it around, girl.

Your services are about to be called upon elsewhere.

Why, what's up?

DOA's brother. He should be with the detective.

Look, he wanted to ride back with the body from the scene, but I...

- you know... - Oh, motorcycle crash. 90

They both fell of the bike...

only one of them got back up again.

Poor guy is a mess. His name is Reggie.

Look, I need to get his brother's body in the autopsy, ASAP.

- If you don't mind... - Sure, I'll um...

- Thanks. Good luck. - I want to see my brother.

Calm down, Mr. Duplaix.

They'd have just brought him in.

His name is Troy Duplaix.

Ah... you must be Reggie.

I'm Lily. I'm a grief counselor.

Oh, my God!

Is your arm okay?

He refused treatment at the scene.

Detective Santana.

I'm not having any luck getting a statement out of him, either.

I told you, it was an accident.

I just need a few more details from you, sir.

Listen, why don't we take a seat inside?

Can I get you some coffee?

Definitely.

I was just trying to get him to the Emergency room.

He'd been throwing up most of the night.

Any idea how fast you were going?

Thirty?

Thirty-five, maybe?

I was just trying to get him.

Oh, God, what did I do?

Reggie, it is so understandable to have feelings...

Can I see him now?

Please?

You know what? He's all yours.

Sorry for your loss, Mr. Duplaix.

One second.

Are you...

sorry?

Are you questioning my sincerity?

If not your bedside manner.

Holding his hand is your job.

But... point taken.

I'm new to Homicide.

These deaths in public places aren't exactly the cases I've been lusting after. 135

Me too. Thanks.

Crypt - Tony Duplaix

Ah, he was all he had.

No parents.

No other siblings.

Reggie lost his job a couple of months ago.

Troy moved in to help him out.

Look, I want to get his body into autopsy.

Find out how that fall could've killed him.

I'd like to talk to him for a few minutes, if you don't mind.

Okay.

Thanks.

Whoa, you all right?

- Sorry. - No, no. It's okay.

I'm okay... okay.

I didn't mean to...

We always took care of each other.

Our mom was sick all those years...

and it was just the two of us.

I'd have done anything for him.

You know how that is...

he was my brother.

I know.

I know what you're going through.

How difficult this must be.

How?

You have a brother or sister?

No.

Then you don't know what it's like

to lose someone that close...

to be alone in the world.

Well, even if I did, I'm not sure that would help you any.

I should go now.

Eldridge Residence

My baby...

my sweet, sweet baby.

Not on top of the Xanax, dear.

I'll take it.

Look, I want a full investigation on this.

If that damn school is in any way liable...

The Dean said she'd been sent home,

that you'd been notified of her suspension.

Why, that man is useless.

And a liar. I... I... I never heard from him.

I did.

There was no need to involve you.

It was nothing you wanted to hear.

And certainly nothing new.

didn't you wonder where your daughter was?

She'd need a GPS.

Shut up, Gavin!

He's right,

you know Tammi.

So damn...

independent.

I assumed that she was at our place in New York, or on the Vineyard.

Anywhere but here.

Can you blame her?

The way you ride the girl!

Oh, sweetheart.

Once we've determined the official cause of death,

our office will contact you.

She fell of a horse. Isn't that cause enough?

We just want to be thorough.

Leighton Academy

Man, I thought I was lucky when I got a hot plate in my dorm.

Well, this is average by Leighton standards.

The difference being that here, these amenities are not a birthright,

but a privilege to be earned.

How does that go over?

Let's just say that our rules are a first for many of our girls.

Like for Tammi?

Well, you know her reputation.

When the world was your oyster at eighteen,

who could tell you anything?

But she had discipline problems?

The latest was her borrowing of the school video camera.

She had apparently broken one of her own.

Felt obliged to help herself to one of ours without telling anybody.

Stealing.

Unauthorized use of school property...

is how our parents prefer to hear it.

And, what kind of movies was she making?

Home movies?

Knowing Tammi, she was headed for Sundance.

Damn. It's the public relations office. 227

I can lock up when I leave.

Thank you.

It's true, huh?

About Tammi?

I'm afraid so.

Hey, Brittany, Sarah, got a minute?

Now it will be all over campus.

I mean, stuff like this doesn't happen here.

Not ever.

Were you a friend of Tammi's, Miss...

I'm Luca.

No, not really, I mean...

same dorm same floor, you know?

She was nice.

Not like people think, or...

not like the dean says, he just has issues.

He thinks we're all spoiled.

Well, if she did, I'm sure she was going to bring it back.

I mean, it... it's not like she was a klepto or anything.

What about the movie she was making?

I don't know, I mean...

she was taping a bunch of us one night just goofing around.

I'm not really sure what she was going for, but...

she was cool.

Kind of like the girl we all wanted to be, you know?

Out of the box and not afraid of anything,

Okay, Luca.

It's okay.

that I set a personal record for most debris catalogued off a single body.

Don't miss a splinter. The parents want a full report.

What were they like?

Like people who just lost a child.

Money doesn't make that any easier.

Well, I imagine not everyone's going to be devastated.

You know the family has quite a few enemies.

I... I see you don't read the gossip columns.

Can I help you?

You must be Dr. Macy.

I must be.

Which, would make you...

It's a... sorry. I'm... I'm just... I'm a fan.

I was just, huh...

well, they said that you might be here.

Mmm, mmm.

The Eldridge family...

has hired me to perform an independent autopsy on their daughter.

Of course they have.

No, nothing personal.

It's just that they would...

It's alright. No preamble necessary.

They're within their rights.

So long as you understand...

I know the drill.

All eyes and no hands until you give me the go-ahead. 285

And may I just that your book on the Lonergan case...

was a near revelation. It was... it was gripping.

Thank you. Thank you. I appreciate that.

And your, your new cable show on the Cortland murders...

was just great stuff.

Nigel.

Yeah?

Oh, so I'm gonna go and get the results off the spectrometer.

Okay.

I've been getting that reaction a lot lately.

Yeah, I bet.

Do I detect a little hostility, Doctor?

While I understand its source,I'd hope that we could rise above it,

one professional to another.

That's fine.

That subarachnoid hemorrhage.

Hoof print?

More like two wounds overlapping.

Now that makes sense.

After being dragged around by a horse for two days.

There's epidural hemorrhaging around the underlying wounds.

Which would indicate she was alive when the blows were struck.

The blows... you mean from the horse?

No, the primary wounds are oblong.

Not like any shape I've ever seen on a horse. 311

I wasn't before, but as you can see...

Look, how many wounds are on this body, Doctor.

You're a long way from a definitive conclusion here.

What's your hurry?

The Eldridge's are waiting for an answer.

The answers gonna come from this girl.

Look, it's not my fault they're paying you by the hour.

- I'll be back. - And I'll be here.

Autopsy One - Troy Duplaix

Hey, Bug.

Come give me your two cents on this.

Eyes look jaundiced.

Severe hepatic necrosis.

Is that what killed him?

No.

It was a motorcycle crash.

Really?

Yeah.

Well, that may have finished him off,

but this guy was knocking on death's door.

So, what are we betting here?

Ah, Lupus?

Hepatocellular carcinoma?

Obstructive cholestasis?

Pancreatitis?

Could be any of a laundry list of things.

Drum roll please.

We have a winner.

Is it too late to guess malaria?

Ah, now you're just blurting out diseases. 343

You're kidding?

Tox screen results indicate high levels of antibodies for Huntington's disease.

Isn't he a little too young to have Huntington's this far advanced?

Whoa, check this out.

What he swallow? A disco ball?

Bio chips. Here, pass that over.

Bio chips? What's that?

Tiny shards of crystal coated with DNA.

Used to monitor drug absorption.

Drug companies use them in clinical trials.

This poor guy was being usedas a guinea pig.

With his consent, presumably.

Well, somehow I doubt he consented to being killed.

It's not definite, Woody.

But the shape of the wound and the anti-mortem bleeding Boston Police Precinct

make homicide a possibility.

Jeez, that's what I'm talking about.

If you're right, we're gonna have a circus on our hands.

I know. It's gonna be a mess.

Wait a second.

Isn't that the front of your building?

- Let's check this out. - While it is a preliminary judgment,

I have been working with the medical examiner's office,

and it is my opinion

that all indicators at this time point to Tamara's death

being the result of a freak and tragic accident.

Who is she? Didn't you just tell me...

Yeah.

- So she disagrees with... - No. The Eldridges hired her. 373

Why?

When we confirm our findings, we will let you know.

Thank you.

You want a circus?

They want a cover up.

I know how it might have appeared, Doctor,

but the media was asking questions

and I merely gave answers based on my judgment.

It was a pre-emptive strike, wasn't it?

Pre-emptive of what?

You tell me.

You show up on the payroll, take one quick look at the body

and undercut my judgmenton a national newscast.

- Excuse me Doc, I... - Are questioning my integrity?

You mean assuming you actually have some?

You heard me speculate murder.

Yes, and wouldn't you love the notoriety that would bring to your office.

No, no, don't try to turn this around.

I wasn't the one jumping into the spotlight.

And that's what you're upset about.

You pretend we're not part of the same hypocrisy,

but a high-profile case like this could make your career.

Wait a minute!Make my career?

Lady,

I'm the Chief Medical Examiner for the city of Boston.

My career's fairly well made.

Maybe your mind goes right to personal advancement, but not mine.

All I want here is the truth.

And I'm sure I'll see you on a nationwide newscast when you find it.

Wow.

And don't ever call me, "lady."

Cover-up or not, that woman is awesome.

What do you want, Woody?

Couple of things.

First of all, I went back to the school and grabbed Tammi's laptop. 409

Looking for what?

Apparently, she was making some kind of video about her family.

Teacher said she was editing it on her computer.

Nigel. Yo... Nigel. Nigel!

Whoa.

Any luck?

Ah, sorry to disappoint, chaps.

But there will be no screening today.

There were lots of MPEG files, but they've all been deleted.

Can you retrieve them?

I'm working on it.

But here's the curious thing.

The files were deleted yesterdaymorning at seven-oh-three.

Yesterday? After Tammi was already dead?

And shortly before the body was found.

Okay, now I really wanna see them.

Stay on it. I got to get back to the body.

So you're saying he was like a lab rat?

Well, we broke down the components of the mystery drug in Troy's system

and there's nothing like it on the market out there.

Meaning, it's likely in the testing phase.

We're flagging all the drug companies that might be running trials for Huntington's. 432

Reggie's here, Jordan.

Right.

You called the brother back in? Why?

He's still technically your jurisdiction.

And you wanted a nice juicy murder.

But I meant something involving a gun or a knife,

not some drug testing... whatever this case is.

So Reggie, have a seat.

I see you got your arm taken care of.

Ah, a hospital did that? Sloppy job.

Oh, that's what no insurance gets you.

I wrapped it myself.

Oh, well...

That's okay.You don't have to...

Just relax.

I won't bill you.

There you go.

Thanks.

Yeah.

Reggie, was your brother hard up for cash?

Not at all.

He drove a truck.

Good money, full bennies.

Why you asking?

Well, there's a chance that the fall from your bike,

had nothing to do with your brother's death.

Really?

What do you mean?

Did you know that Troy had Huntington's?

No.

Do you know what that is?

A chromosomal mutation

inherited as an autosomal dominant condition. 466

It runs in my family.

Our mom died of it.

Which means that...

Troy and I had a fifty percent statistical chance of inheriting it.

Once we did,

the chances of surviving longer than fifteen years with are...

Was he taking anything for it? Any drugs?

There's no cure for Huntington's.

We found something in his system we can't identify.

Ah... not available on the market.

It's called Gabacor.

Just came through. It's in the earlytesting phase with MRC Pharmaceuticals.

I can't imagine Troy taking a chance on something like that.

The question is... would MRC Pharmaceuticals?

I've checked our files...

and apparently, we are testing Gabacor as a nerve drug for Huntington's disease.

Oh, you testing it on people?

No, no. No, no, no.

My understanding is that it's restricted to rats.

Human tests are still several years away.

Does the name Troy Duplaix mean anything to you?

No. Should it?

He was so pumped so full of Gabacor, his liver all but exploded on him.

That's not possible.

Well, I got all the test results and his dead body to prove it.

Somehow you think he got it here.

Well, where else would he get it?

You're the only game in town testing this stuff.

MRC Pharmaceuticals has nothing to hide.

Great, so then you won't mind us checking into your database.

I didn't say that.

You gonna make us get a warrant? 500

it's my job

to deal with all crackpots making bogus claims.

Everybody's trying to make a buck.

Ah, so that's what you think this is here, then.

That we're... a couple of crackpots.

I didn't say that either.

Well, you're not saying a whole lot, are you?

- Look... - No, you look.

You know what? You can run all the interference you want,

but if we find out you're lying,

there won't be a settlement big enough to keep you in business. 512

That's your answer? Have a nice day?

Be sure and have your parking validated on the way out.

Yeah!

You know what? Hey, validate this!

Jeez.

What?

Woody's right. You're okay.

Second vertebra fracture Autopsy Two - Tammi Eldridge

would explain the subarachnoid hemorrhage.

Vertebral tear appears as the result of a single blow to her neck.

Confirming the cause of death.

Talking to yourself again, Doc?

Tragic accident?

How could she beso irresponsible?

That hot Doctor's really gotten to you.

What do you make of this?

Why don't you describe it to me.

It's a piece of wood.

So? We found her body in the woods.

That wasn't, nothing off a tree or a branch.

It's compressed and treated.

She was hit with something made of this material.

Then you were right. It is murder.

And you wonder why that woman really got to me?

Gentlemen, it's show time.

Gotta hand it to you, Tammi.

Your old man's gonna freak.

Looks to be one of those Cutting edge exposes...

on the trials of growing up insanely wealthy.

Because you know, it's not all trust funds and magnums of Cristal.

I've just be able to put together some pieces.

But I think you'll find it quite interesting.

A movie about money?

Our money?

Kids got a point.

Let's make a copy for the Dean.

See if we could put some names to the faces.

You got it.

God, why didn't I think of this.

That's Luca. Lives across the hall from Tammi.

I swear, Tammi, you're gonna win like an Oscar or something.

Quite the little suck up, too.

Hey, everybody. I'm Tammi. 558

And this is my film.

For those of you out there, and you know you're out there,

who have always wondered what it's like

to have everything you've ever wanted.

And yet, somehow, as you'll find out...

it's not enough.

Okay, Gavin. Get in here. 566

That's the brother.

First, question.

Yeah.

What is the biggest upside to being rich, as sin?

That's easy. Scoring babes.

Yeah, that's way too easy.

Come on, what is the biggest downside to being rich?

Having total losers for parents.

I want the truth.

Yeah, having a father who's done nothing with his life,

except inherit a big pile of money,

rip off his partners, cheat on his taxes...

a mom who is so afraid of getting old

that she makes a fool of herself,

And we're supposed to follow in their footsteps.

Sucks.

Gavin, you have something...

Ah, ha... / Did you ever tell Dad how you feel?

Oh, wait, whoa, whoa... hey, wait Tammi.

You're not actually gonna to show him this, are you?

Well...

No, no, no, wait...

just erase the last little bit.

But that is the point.

To show, that we are as screwed up,

if not more so, as kids with no money.

Yeah, and if Dad sees this,

I'm gonna find outwhat it is to have no money.

- Give me the tape. - No way.

- Tammi, give me the tape. - No way.

- Give me the tape. - No way.

No!

Wait, no!

Well, now we know why Tammi stole the school's camera.

I think we finally have a suspect.

You heard what he said about his father.

I'd say we have two.

We're gonna need hair and blood samplesfrom both you and your Dad.

And your whereabouts on the day that Tammi died.

How can you do this?

My little girl is dead!

Aren't we suffering enough?

Our attorney is on his way.

There's no way I... I could do what you're saying.

Nice rotation though when you cracked Tammi's camera with that bat.

You saw that?

She pissed me off! That's not a crime.

It may not be, but these were...

ah, two counts of aggravated assault, drunk and disorderly...

None of those ever stuck.

People in our position are always targets.

So you get people like Dr. Pelone to make things right.

Nothing like a pathologist with a high TV-Q to call the dogs off.

What?

Mara Pelone is an expert in her field.

In you, I have no such confidence.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

You... you guys hired that lady on the news.

You don't think I did this, do you?

Of course not. Don't be ridiculous.

Look, I was in Palm Beachthe past week playing golf.

You can call them.

Is that how you hurt your hand?

Yeah. Look.

Blister. You can tell.

I got a bad swing.

Will you shut up!

No, you shut up, Dad!

I didn't do anything.

The problem is, your sister was killed by a sharp blow

with a blunt wooden object, like a baseball bat.

Talk about a bad swing.

No. No way, no way. I could never hurt my sister.

She's the only friend I had.

Your affection for power tools is beginning to trouble me. 646

It seems he was no stranger to County General.

Actually, his last visit was the day before he died.

And his brother didn't know?

Choreic spasm's dystonia....

Sounds right for Huntington's.

Keep reading.

They also did a liver panel.

Results are in the normal levels.

How could that be?

He died of liver failure the very next day.

Are you sure these are his records?

Yeah, look, they have his social, his address, his date of birth.

This all gettinga little too weird for me.

The vessels are all clear.

I don't understand.

Huntington's causes atrophy.

No lobes are even dilated.

But he had the disease-fighting proteins in his system.

How could he get the antibodies in his blood?

If he doesn't even have Huntington's.

Then why was he taking Gabacor?

Such a waste.

Let me guess. You're here to substantiate Gavin's alibi.

Maybe you were playing golf with him in Palm Beach?

You were right.

I had no business usurpingyour authority on the case.

But?

But...

I would hate for you to think

I'd actually stoop to tailoring my findings for a fee.

You've help this kid out of trouble before, haven't you?

Once. On a simple assault charge when he was nowhere near it.

Check the record.

That must make you very proud.

Why don't you like me, Doctor?

I believe we've established that.

This isn't about the case.

You've had a chip on your shoulder from minute one.

Because I loathe everything you represent. 686

The wholesale presentation of what we do for entertainment's sake...

maybe I'm old-fashioned,

but I miss the days when cracking a cause of death or

solving a murder was about bringing justice to the victims.

And peace of mind to the grieving families.

I see.

You are old-fashioned.

I could go on.

You must be such fun at dinner parties.

Doc...

this is just about to get very interesting.

Doctor, good to see you back.

What is it, guys?

about our boy.

Brr. Did it just get chilly in here?

No, no, stay.

Unless we're boring you outside the spotlight.

Alright, the... uh, bad news is that both of their alibi's check out.

Dad was getting a root canal that day,

and Gavin was playing golf in Palm Beach, all last week.

And, why is that bad news?

I do not believe Palm Beach.

The guy I spoke to sounded set-up.

Like Gavin had bought himself a built-in alibi.

Now, you're being paranoid.

we took a tissue sample from the blister on the kid's hand.

And, I just got the results back.

It shows high levels of carbon from road tar used by Boston Utilities.

Road tar? What's that got to do with anything?

And how did it get there?

Well, it's not how it got there.

It's that the carbon elements diminish over time.

Does the tar match any trace from Tammi?

No. But from the high levelsof carbon that remain,

it shows the kid was likely in Boston on the day Tammi was killed.

Not sounding so paranoid now, am I?

Nice work.

Just doing my job, ma'am.

Thank you, Jack.

Alright, Gavin is out.

What is it now?

He lied to us, Mr. Eldridge,

about where he was the day Tammi was killed.

What, you're saying he really wasn't in Palm Beach?

Where can we find him?

I don't know.

He took the Viper.

A fancy car like that, I'm sure it's got a GPS locator?

We can track it.

The police are gonna stay here to make sure you don't disappear on us.

Disappear?

Do you have any idea who you are talking too?

If you're protecting your son, you're gonna have some explaining to do.

Come on.

GPS puts the car right around this curve.

There.

Gavvy!

What's up? You moonlighting?

Man.

What are you guys doing to me?

What are you doing here?

What does it look like?

Community service.

Mind if we take a look at your hand? 754

Handle what?

Public lewdness.

If my Dad finds out, he'll disown me, okay?

Please, please, don't tell him.

If we didn't have the money?

You mean like... like no money at all?

God, I don't know. I'd...

probably want to kill myself.

I don't get these kids.

They got everything going for them,

all that money,you'd think they'd be happier.

All they seem to care about is hanging on to it.

We all hang on to what defines us, Woody.

Maybe that's what Tammi was trying to show.

Maybe, that's what got her killed.

We're still no closer to figuring it out.

I don't know.

It's not like we were completely wrong, Doctor M.

Not technically.

We're just following a trail of evidence.

I'll remember to tell the Mayor that when the Eldridge Family files their lawsuit.

I'll be slinging tarnext to Gavin.

Actually, his community service ends next week.

You're here to gloat?

Wouldn't dream of it.

Though I have spoken to the Eldridge's, and no, they're not happy.

Yeah, well, we're not finished yet.

Nigel, are you done cataloging all that debris off Tammi's body?

Every seed and bramble.

Anything unusual?

No more shards of compressed wood, if that's what you're asking.

Okay, I think it's time we go back to the woods where we found her.

Comb it for evidence.

I did find one lonely little tuft of alfalfa grass.

It was embedded in her scalp underneath the shard of wood.

So, you're saying it was there before the blow that killed her?

Or embedded by the blow.

Alfalfa grass is expensive, and hard to grow here.

But horses love it.

Would it be unlike high-class debs to grow it just for that specific purpose?

So if we find a patch of alfalfa grass...

Maybe we'd find our crime scene.

Umm.

May I tag along?

And, there won't be any news coverage.

Ah... well... how ever will I manage?

What's that you're doing?

What, you're actually interested in something I'm doing?

Well, let's just say, my normal distain for you

is being outweighed by my curiosity at the moment.

See,

we're bonding, you and me.

Ugh. Yeah. Don't push it.

I hacked into MRC Lab's employee database.

We're talking about six thousand faces nationwide.

Well, try narrowing yourself to theirResearch and Development department.

They'd be the ones handling... experimental drugs.

Oh, yeah, That helps.

Down to four hundred and forty.

Wait. Back up.

There.

Are you kidding me?

I think Jordan's gonna want to see this.

Police!

What was going on here?

Wow, drug absorption charts for Gabacor.

What's it for?

Oh, maybe you could tell us, Reggie.

Look, we know you worked for MRC as a pharmaceutical engineer.

My guess is that it's you who has Huntington's. 827

You couldn't let a doctor see it.

I need the sling to control my tremors.

When MRC laid me off, I lost my coverage.

So you used your brothers.

You went to the hospital posing as him.

The antibodies listed in Troy's blood were actually yours.

The tests we were running at MRC were years from being complete.

I couldn't wait that long.

And Troy knew that he might get it one day, too.

When I got too weak to handle the Gabacor, 838

He was doing it for me.

But he had a bad reaction to the Gabacor.

You had to get him to the hospital

and he couldn't stay on the motorcycle.

He was doing it for me.

Just like I had done it for him.

I'm so sorry, Troy.

Uh, What did I do?

Do?

Alfalfa! Leighton Academy Riding Grounds

I'd say we're only looking at a few patches of the stuff.

And not fifty yards from where Tammi's body was found.

Oh, me of little faith.I stand corrected.

I know it's a needle in a haystack, but it's our last best chance.

Let's go.

I hate to use a tired cliche, but...

bingo.

Same compressed wood you found on Tammi.

Looks like blood.

Doesn't look like a broken bat.

Looks more like a polo mallet.

See, now he would know that.

What are the odds like Leighton Academy's got a polo team?

Ah, most of the equipment that we have is in here...

softball, basketball, cricket.

Polo.

Yeah, we've got polo.

Let's get it back and check it for prints.

You have a roster of the players on the polo team?

I'm sure we do somewhere but, there's a team photo right over here.

Well, Nigel and the media princes can take all the prints they want.

I got a hunch we're not gonna need them.

What can you tell us about that girl?

Come in.

Oh, hi.

Hi, Luca. How are you?

This is Doctor Garret Macy, Chief Medical Examiner. 877

For what?

You're packing.

You going somewhere?

Yeah. Saint Thomas.

A bunch of girls are going.

Is there something you guys want?

We were watching that video that Tammi made, just before she died.

You know the one about her family that someone tried to erase.

It turns out it was about all your families.

What life was like with all that money.

What it might be like without it.

And on it, you said that you would kill yourself.

I did?

Look, guys, I really should keep packing.

Oh, Luca, Luca.

Let me grab that bottle, would you?

Just drop it right in there.

Here you go.

Why? I... I... I don't understand.

We believe that Tammi was lured out of her room,

for an early morning ride and then

struck in the base of her skull with a polo mallet.

Look, I don't know anything about that.

Yes, but you also told me that you and Tammi never hung out...

that you weren't really friends. 904

that the two of you were teammates.

So I'm guessing that you knew each other pretty well.

We have the murder weapon, Luca.

We found a set of clean prints right at the base of the handle.

As soon as we run these...

it's really just a matter of time.

You want to tell us about it?

She wouldn't listen.

I tried to reason with her. But she didn't care.

Maybe she could live with it, but...

you don't talk about money.

Ever.

It's in poor tasteand it's shameful and...

well, it just isn't done in my family.

So if they ever found out that you did...

Let alone ever heard what I said...

You'd be disowned.

And then what would I do?

I mean look at me.

I'm not beautiful like Tammi.

I'm not smart...

no personality, no skills.

I'm rich.

That's what I am.

That's all that I am.

None of that's true.

She just wouldn't listen.

My parents...

they don't even know me.

The dirty little secret is...

I was a mistake.

I was so sick of horses.

Sick of this stupid school and

all of the money they spend to keep me out of their hair.

I'm just sick of everything.

I think I'm sick of everything myself.

She's just a kid.

A sad, scared kid.

Please,

I've had enough talk about show business for one day.

Your new girlfriend?

Would you give me a break?

How was your day?

Ah...

not so uplifting.

Mmm, what else is new?

Yeah. I'm better now though.

I think I just need a stiff drink or a hot bath.

I'm not sure which.

Both sound good to me.

Well, speak of the devil.

Oh, is that how he describes me?

Doctor Jordan Cavanaugh, Doctor Mara Pelone.

What... at last.

I love your work,as they say.

I've read your name in the Forensic Journal.

You crack a lot of cases.

You know I wouldn't any without this man Garret.

He is a true genius. And... quite single.

Goodnight, Jordan.

See...

I... doctor.

Doctor.

Bright and beautiful.

Well, I'm gonna have to watch out for her when the media grows tired of me.

You'd have better luck getting her to join the circus.

Oh, now aren't they the same thing?

So?

So...

come on, you owe me dinner.

I do?

Proving me wrong to the Eldridge family, so I gave them their money back.

Really?

Huh-huh.

I'm curious, exactly...

how much did I cost you?

Well, let's just say it's probably gonna take more than one dinner.

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