Body of Proof s01e08 Episode Script

- Am I interrupting? - Lacey horseback riding.
I remember when a phone was just a phone.
- You look well.
- So do you.
- And what's good here? - Blueberry scones.
- Stains the teeth.
- Quiche? - Not a fan.
- Coffee? Would you put that thing down? This is supposed to be my quality time with my daughter.
I wanna show you my favorite.
She looks just like you at that age.
I thought your father was out of his mind letting you do that.
For God's sake, tell her to be careful.
You of all people should know how fast an accident can happen.
Can I have my phone back, please? A Peter Dunlop just sent you a text message.
"DB on Route 14.
Chief wants you.
" - Mom.
- He spelled the letter U, by the way.
Just give me my damn phone, please.
- I have to go.
- Of course you do.
There's a dead body out there somewhere who's more important than I am.
- As usual, you don't understand.
- I understand all right.
You care more about the dead than the living because they can't talk back.
Believe it or not, they have something to say.
You know that's Joe Salerno, right? He's one of ours.
He may be one of yours, but it's our scene until I say otherwise.
- Say otherwise.
- Not until Dr.
Hunt gets here.
Right, thanks.
We're joined at the hip now because of you.
- Why don't you go start a canvass? - Really? Look for suspects.
Why didn't I think of that? Hey, you, get back! Up that hill right now.
We have got spectators.
Why all the attention? Victim's name is Joe Salerno.
Eighteen-year vet of the force, homicide detective for the past six.
Whoever hit him didn't stop.
- The cops are out for blood on this one.
- So was somebody else.
Bruising in the joints, petechia.
Not much on the ground, huh? See something? It's what I'm not seeing that interests me.
- How long has he been here? - Call came just before daybreak.
His blood is not coagulating.
Two hours.
It should be molasses by now.
Maybe the timeline's off.
Something's off.
- Peter, get a sample, will you? - Sure.
I cannot stress enough the high-profile nature of this case.
Really? You sure you want me on this? I know what you're good at.
An hour on the news and the crazies are already calling in.
Frank Rizzo did it.
Traffic cam on the overpass is busted.
The next one's a mile away.
Too far to see anything, but at least we have some license plates coming and going.
Then let's start running them down.
Detectives? We got the driver.
How did I know you'd be waiting? Cop killer, this is serious stuff.
Can I help? - No.
- Oh, come on, throw me a bone.
Taken from the scene.
Label it priority, run a Priority? Blood scraped off the Schuylkill Expressway? For all you know, this is half tire tread and motor oil.
Maybe that's what I'm testing for.
You know how big this case is.
Why test blood you know is contaminated with foreign matter? Why not take blood directly from the body? I plan to do that too.
- Okay.
The blood, should I run it? - No.
- Yes.
- You may not have to.
Driver turned herself in, Was on her way home from the late shift at Harry's Diner.
She heard it on the news.
Claims she felt a bump.
- Thought she hit an animal.
- Animal? She didn't notice a grown man standing in the path of her car? That's why we're here.
To confirm her story.
Well, the first thing I can tell you is Sara Gonzales wasn't lying.
Detective Salerno wasn't standing in the middle of the road when she hit him.
He was lying on his back.
Are you telling me he was lying in the middle of the highway? You okay? We came out of the academy together.
Rode the projects before Joey made detective.
- Does he have family? - Wife, Helen.
I set them up.
They got an 8-year-old daughter.
- What have you got, Ethan? - Not much.
Just a wrinkled piece of paper with a green smudge.
The point of impact is here.
You can see the gash runs across the shin, not up the leg.
I assume that nobody knows what he was doing out there.
That's right.
Well, he was run over by a car going at a considerable speed.
I can already tell you he's got massive internal bleeding.
But notice that there is not a lot of blood or bruising anywhere.
What are you trying to say? He was already dead when the car hit him.
What are you doing here, Joey? That's what we're gonna find out.
I met him working the Christmas murders back in '06.
I'm really sorry, Sam.
Yeah.
Me too.
So you find anything on him that could help us? Wallet, pen, wedding ring, and that piece of paper with some green grainy material on it.
But not enough to sample.
So, what's your theory? The tibia bones were driven into the bottom of the feet, the heel bones were fractured bilaterally.
The impact was vertical.
- Vertical? - Yeah, see it with jumpers all the time.
- Joe Salerno was no jumper, got that? - I wasn't saying he was.
He didn't jump, Sam.
My guess is he was thrown or pushed - after he was already dead.
- After? So, what did kill him? His tox screen came back negative for drugs.
Well, he's got intracranial bleeding, bleeding gums.
Leukemia? Thrombocytopenia? - Bleeding in the GI tract.
- Hemophilia? Bleeding in his joints.
- I'm running another blood test, aren't I? - Now, please.
Our lieutenant said the mayor's called already.
He wants a swift resolution, - as if we don't.
- So, what did you find out? When was the last time you saw Detective Salerno? I don't know.
Last summer, maybe.
Why? Been on desk duty the last couple months.
Some drug dealer filed assault charges.
He's under official review.
- Does that sound like Joe? - No, no.
Not at all.
Joe wears you down, he doesn't beat it out of you.
Let's go get this drug dealer.
Sam.
Maybe you should talk to Helen Salerno instead.
Okay.
Come with me.
I think you should get to know Joe before Before you do what you do.
I'd like that.
I'll go with you to interview the dealer.
That way nobody else winds up on desk duty.
I got three pins in my elbow - because of your dead detective.
- Is that why you killed him? What, you think I was driving the Schuylkill this morning hoping that Salerno would jump in front of my car? That's not how he died.
Somebody killed him and dumped him from the overpass.
- Well, it wasn't me.
- So, what happened between you and Salerno a couple months ago? I was on market one day, helping some old ladies cross the street and whatnot, when a car pulls up, Detective Roadkill - That's Detective Salerno to you.
- Whatever.
Comes chasing after me.
I don't have the info he wants, so he decides to crank my arm and bash me up against the wall.
- Yeah, because you're an angel, right? - Look, Detective Salerno can kiss my a Peter.
- Go easy.
- Easy, Peter.
What's with you cops? You all got a short fuse? So, what information did you have that Salerno thought you could give him? I don't know where he was last night.
- That didn't worry you? - Not these days.
I figured he was on a case.
Helen, Joe wasn't on a case.
What do you mean by these days? Excuse me.
I'll give you guys a moment.
All right, Helen, talk to me.
What's going on? I don't know.
- Joe hasn't been himself for a while.
- How do you mean? In the last six months he's been irritable, cranky.
I tried to talk to him about it.
He just He'd just get sullen and removed.
We've barely spoke We've barely spoken in the last month.
I started to think No way, Helen.
Joe loved you and Becky.
We're gonna get to the bottom of this.
We're gonna find out who did this to Joe.
Hi.
- I'm Megan.
- I'm Becky.
- Hi, Becky.
- Did you know my father? No, I didn't.
But I wish I did.
Wow, those are beautiful.
- Did you make those all by yourself? - It's called origami.
My dad folded the paper.
I colored them in.
Until he stopped.
Because of work, I guess.
I'm making bracelets now.
Wanna help? Dr.
Hunt? - I gotta go.
- Bye.
Helen Salerno thought Joe was working a case.
I hope to God he wasn't having an affair.
I wouldn't know how to break it to her.
He wasn't having an affair.
He was freelancing an old case.
Lizzy Adler, student athlete, Penn Hill College.
Murdered last year.
- Killer never found.
Remember? - Yeah, sure.
Star lacrosse player goes to team's end-of-year party, wanders off, and no one sees her again until she's found in a ditch in Cobbs Creek Park.
Well, Chuck Foster was the prime suspect in the case.
He left the party the same time she did.
You know, Helen said Joe had been acting moody and distant.
And then he assaults Foster? Look, I didn't know Salerno, but that sounds like a lot of cops to me.
Not Joey.
Everybody's got that one case they can't let go of.
Anything new with our drug dealer? Salerno suspected him of killing a girl named Lizzy Adler a year ago, but he couldn't make it stick.
I'd like to see her autopsy report.
- What's that? - I'm not exactly sure.
- I found it in his heart.
- Is that some kind of stent? - Hey, you did that at the crime scene.
- What? Is your paresthesia acting up again? What is it with you? Any time I have a problem, you gotta point it out? Maybe because you never allow yourself to have a problem, Megan.
I had breakfast with my mother, okay? My hands went numb and I dropped my knife.
Unfortunately, it didn't land in her jugular.
It's a complicated relationship.
It looks like it's an undigested capsule.
At least half of one.
How did it end up in his heart? The horizontal impact of the car pushed his ribs into his stomach and into his heart.
And this got caught along the way.
Zorpac? - Is that a drug? - It's a brand name for a generic refillable.
So whatever he swallowed, it wasn't over the counter, it was homemade.
Okay.
- There you go, all right.
- Thanks a lot.
I'll see you soon.
Got any of these? - Hey.
- Easy.
- Three pins, man.
Oh, God.
- Wanna go for four? Look, I'll tell you what I told Salerno a hundred times.
I was at the party.
Lizzy was hitting on me.
Okay, I was hitting on her.
But then her coach stormed in and that was it.
Party's over.
I never saw her again after that.
Didn't follow her, take her to the park? Choke her, dump her in the mud? Joe was getting warm, so you made up the assault charges to keep him away.
Did I make this up? A broken elbow, three pins? And, no, I don't want a fourth.
Then why don't we drop the B.
S.
? We found a whole pharmacy in your apartment.
You've been doctoring pills and Salerno died with one inside him.
Why don't you save us some time and tell us what was in it? Look.
I don't know.
He tossed my place more than once.
Maybe he copped some pills.
You seriously expect me to believe that Joe Salerno was stealing drugs from a maggot like you? Well, you asked for the truth and I gave it to you.
And you, you're scaring me.
Then we'll take you to the best place that's safe from cops, holding.
All right, let's bring it in.
I know you're not walking.
I'm Detective Morris.
This is my partner, Detective Baker.
Hi, Hal Davis.
We heard about Detective Salerno this morning.
Figured somebody would be by.
- Why is that? - Lizzy Adler.
It's been a year since she died, he was still trying to figure out what happened.
And you talked to him recently? We've all spoken to him at one time or another.
He was here practically every morning for the last month.
- What did you tell him? - Was interested in the night of the party.
- Who was there, what happened - And that creep, Chuck Foster.
That creep says you ran him off.
Well, it was an unauthorized party.
I closed it down as soon as I found out about it.
Anything else? - You wanna say something, Miss? - Heather.
- Heather Clayton.
- Heather, not your theory again.
Oh, you have a theory? Great.
I told Detective Salerno.
Lizzy was a talker.
Especially about boys.
When she died, she was dating someone she wouldn't tell us about.
I'm not sure I follow you.
Well, Penn Hill has strict fraternization rules.
A professor gets caught dating a student, well, it's a heap of trouble.
Coaches too, I assume? I'm flattered.
Was it the hair loss or the gut that made you ask? What are you looking at me for? Have you been in the records room recently? It's a nightmare.
- What are you looking for? - Adler's file.
I've been in there 30 minutes and I can't even locate the A's.
That's not even how it's organized.
It's by medical examiner, then year, then last name of decedent.
Lizzy Adler's autopsy was handled by Harold Robson, who, as you know, is no longer with us.
This is about to turn into more work for me, isn't it? Hey, detective.
Got the results from that second blood test? Yeah.
- Then why don't I know about it? - Well, I just texted Dr.
Hunt my findings.
- Did you text it to me? - I'm not really supposed to do that.
I wish I could help, but Just tell me what killed my friend.
Well, the first test was a standard tox screen.
Turned up nothing.
The second, because of all the internal bleeding, was a specific test for anticoagulant factors.
It turned up warfarin.
Delivered in this.
You know, it's a funny thing about warfarin.
It was originally marketed as a rat poison.
Until it was found to be effective at preventing thrombosis and embolisms in humans.
- So you think this is funny? - No, no.
Not funny "ha-ha," funny interesting.
Look, he died from warfarin poisoning, but there's no way a single capsule that size could do it.
I mean, he was dosed over several days.
Which pretty much nails this as murder.
Doesn't it? So you think the same person who killed Joe, killed Lizzy Adler? It's a theory.
Whoever killed Lizzy wouldn't hesitate to kill the guy who was close to nailing him.
Well, I finally found the original autopsy photos.
Oh, let's take a look.
Mud in nasal cavity consistent with suffocation in ditch.
- No evidence of any - Wait, wait, wait, hold on, hold on.
- That's wrong.
- What's wrong? Look at this.
Tan lines.
Apparently what Harold Robson thought too, but look again.
Contact pallor? She came to rest on something hard.
Presumably, a floor, but certainly not mud.
But it's pinked from blood refilling the area.
- Which tells us? - She was moved.
After she was dead, but before livor mortis set in.
So now what? Is there anything in the report about a mark on her neck? - No.
- Okay, then we have our reason.
Reason to do what? - Oh, no, don't even say it.
- Curtis, we're exhuming her.
You want me to notify Lizzy Adler's family? You are so much more persuasive than I am.
- Does the chief know? - What do you think? - Dr.
Hunt, Detective Baker was here - Tell her about the warfarin? I know you prefer to keep results in-house unless you decide otherwise.
- I do, but in this case Salerno's her friend.
- Well, I kind of You ever lost a friend? Keep her in the loop.
- Here.
- What's this? It's a number for Lizzy Adler's family.
Need you to call them about an exhumation.
- Me? - Yeah, you.
We never release autopsy results until our investigation is complete.
And certainly not in the case of a dedicated member of the Philadelphia Police Department.
Our office will continue to work with the police for a swift resolution of this case.
Oh, deftly done.
Face time on TV and a plug for the police.
Glad you appreciate it.
Where are we on our investigation? Lizzy Adler wasn't killed in Cobbs Creek Park.
I meant where are we on finding Joe Salerno's killer? You may have noticed he's the one on the news, not Lizzy Adler.
Her body was moved.
Our only chance of finding out from where is to exhume her.
If we find her killer, I bet that we find Salerno's.
After a year in the ground with decomp and contamination? We finally have a cause of death on Salerno, run with that.
That's what I'm trying to do.
Get the body we have off the table before you put another one on, okay? Well, that's that.
That's not that, is it? Is it ever? Two mornings in a row.
Must be some kind of record.
Good morning, mother.
Victor, did you know that this is my daughter? Good morning, Your Honor.
He's terrified of me.
You seem to be the only person who isn't.
If you're coming to me, something's wrong.
You despise owing me a favor.
Lizzy Adler was just 19 when she was killed, and now the man dedicated to solving her murder is also dead.
I would like justice for them and their families.
I know you can understand that.
- And you notified the family? - Happening as we speak.
She meets the burden, Your Honor.
She better.
You realize Elizabeth Adler is buried in Orchard Brook Cemetery? Thank you, mother.
Sometime last year Lizzy clammed up about her love life.
So Sam's on campus now looking for any old professors who might wanna keep an affair quiet.
In other words, you drew the short end.
No, I wanted to look at a girl who's been dead for a year.
Didn't know you were such a wuss, Bud.
What is that? - A ball? - Very old one.
The cover and the stitching are both animal.
See that hair sticking out there, that's animal too.
What's it doing in the coffin? Well, you have this more than in hand, so I'll be on my way.
Go with the coffin.
Make sure they're careful.
I don't want them compromising the fungal.
You got it.
Okay, let's take her to the hearse.
And you heard Dr.
Hunt, gently.
Any error could affect the case.
My dad.
How old were you? Lacey's age.
How did it happen? Suicide.
Are you sure, professor? No, I have never seen nor heard of Joe Salerno in my life.
Have you heard of Sarah Kaiser? Or Anne Tanaka? According to your dean, they both accused you of coming on to them.
Girls get crushes.
And some of them get vengeful when they don't like their grades.
You recognize this? We did a little research.
It's a 19th century lacrosse ball made of hair and deerskin.
Used by the Iroquois, apparently.
And what do Sarah Kaiser, Anne Tanaka and Lizzy Adler have in common? That's your Native American History class, in which that lacrosse ball was a well-known visual aid.
You dug Lizzy up? You know Tosca, Puccini's opera? Tosca murders Scarpia and then lays a crucifix on his body to appease her guilt.
Wait a second, that's what this is about? You think that I killed Lizzy? You two were sleeping together? We shared an admiration for lacrosse, that's all.
At her viewing, I slipped it into her casket as a memento of our friendship.
Oh, come on, professor.
She was having a relationship she was trying to hide, and you, at the mention of her name, can barely keep it together.
You two were having this thing, she wanted out, and you couldn't deal She didn't want out.
She was planning on taking me to dinner the night after she died.
- Is that so? - Yes, detective.
I was out of town.
She wanted to welcome me home.
Robson's report says Lizzy was suffocated in the park because of mud found in her nasal cavity inhaled at the time of death.
But we now know the mud got in there when she was moved.
If we're lucky we'll find somewhere behind the mud what she actually inhaled when she took her last breath.
- How did he miss this? - He didn't.
At the time of Lizzy's death any particulate matter in her nasal cavity would have been loose and uncollectible.
But over time, her body desiccated and the foreign matter hardened into that plug.
Stop what you're doing.
Immediately.
You just broke the law.
You are the deputy chief.
Supposed to be the hammer when it comes to procedure and budget.
- Have you forgotten who you work for? - You, I know.
Not me, the taxpayers.
They're not paying you to flout regulations.
We have a perfectly valid court order.
Forgetting for the moment that you disobeyed me, which, quite frankly, I'm coming to expect, did you even bother to inform the family about the exhumation? Ethan did.
- Didn't you? - I've been trying.
What? We broke procedure? The Adlers moved to Miami.
Their number's unlisted.
The number Pete gave me was just a service.
You would have known if you called yourself.
Or even waited long enough for Ethan to get back to you.
So now I get to explain to that family that we violated their right to be informed.
And I really hope for your sake that they don't wanna file a formal complaint.
Tell them we're trying to find their daughter's killer.
That'll be all, Dr.
Hunt.
- Sorry.
- Better that the chief tells them anyway.
But I'm gonna let you make it up to me.
Find out what that is.
- You called me? - Yeah.
L I'm I didn't have many friends as a kid.
I had a couple.
Well, none.
None, really.
But I had a guinea pig named Kenny.
And one day I left the door open at my parents' house and the neighbor's cat Wait, hold on.
Are you comparing Joe Salerno to a guinea pig? Yes.
You see, it was the first time I ever experienced the death of someone I loved.
I mean, I cried for weeks.
But the worst part was, no one understood why.
Dr.
Hunt wanted me to keep you in the loop.
All right, so, what am I looking at? The bottom layer is mud taken from Cobbs Creek Park where she was found.
The top layer is crushed shale and brick.
From where Lizzy was killed.
Yeah, now, shale and brick are the most common constituents of clay.
Same stuff we found on that piece of paper in Detective Salerno's pocket.
Joe found the crime scene.
Somewhere where you inhale green clay.
Penn Hill's tennis courts.
- Hey, detective? - Yeah? I'm really sorry about your friend.
The party was in the field house over there.
And Lizzy's dorm was over there.
Tennis courts are right in the middle.
It's a perfect place for someone to jump her.
Chuck Foster, or the professor? It wasn't the professor.
He was presenting a paper in Boston.
The coach says that Salerno was here almost every morning.
Was he that obsessive about every case? No.
But you never know which cases are gonna hit you the hardest.
He had a daughter himself.
If I had a daughter and was on this case, I'd wanna be tucking her in every night.
What are you thinking? I'm just wondering why a loving father and husband becomes moody and withdrawn, stops talking to his wife and stops making origami for his daughter.
- I mean, he was frustrated.
- Yeah, I'm frustrated too.
But I'd be folding that paper every day if I could.
I gotta get to the lab.
I loaded Joe's neuropathology results.
You looking for something in particular? Run a DNA test for CAG trinucleotide repeats in chromosome 4.
You know this has nothing to do with the case.
This man has a wife and daughter who think he abandoned them.
If it was your father, wouldn't you wanna know different? - What are you doing? - I spoke with the Adlers.
They gave their blessing.
You didn't think to tell me that? How's that feel? You know, I remember this case.
L I remember her parents.
So distraught they couldn't look at the body.
They had to ask a friend.
We're more alike than you think, Megan.
I just follow the rules.
So you with me on this or not? Body presents with a consistent fungal layer due to interment over the course of a year.
Minimal decomposition and Conspicuous absence of fungus on the nape of the neck.
Some kind of an antifungal agent? I can't make out the shape.
Hold on.
Is that what I think it is? The hand of her killer.
Our lieutenant said you had something for us to see.
A hand? How is that possible? Lizzy was pushed down and suffocated from behind.
Whoever killed her was wearing some kind of antifungal agent.
The previous ME had no reason to look for it, but after a year, it has given us a hand impression surrounded by the fungus on the body.
An antifungal agent like for athlete's foot? Wait a minute, there's more.
Look at the impression.
What don't you see? A finger's missing.
And at the end of that missing finger is a small, little perpendicular scratch.
A finger splint.
And then look at this.
These pictures scroll backwards through time.
Fall season, spring.
And then the end of the regular season, right before the national playoffs.
And if we zoom in I'll be damned.
- Go, get out there.
- Get it.
Hantavirus.
All right, let's bring it in.
Detectives, something else we can help you with? - We need to talk to Heather Clayton.
- Okay.
All right, the rest of you, running drills.
Come on, let's go.
- Yeah? - How'd you break your finger last season? In practice, a girl ran into me.
- Lizzy Adler? - Yeah, it was an accident, it happens.
Did you also split your fingernail? What? Hold on a minute.
Excuse me, what's with all these questions? Hit him, Peter.
- I'm sorry, what? - Hit him.
- Lady, I don't know who you are but - Do I have to do everything myself? - Hey.
- Dr.
Hunt, what the hell are you doing? My job.
Heather.
After the party you followed Lizzy back to her dorm, didn't you? You were mad at her.
You were angry she broke your finger and blew your chances at the tournament.
You were also wearing antifungal cream for your fingernail.
It was on both of your hands.
And it rubbed off on Lizzy's neck when you held her facedown.
What you didn't realize is you were constricting blood to her brain at the same time you were compressing her chest.
And when you finally let go, it was too late.
Whose idea was it to cover it up? Don't say a word, Heather.
She couldn't move the body by herself.
It was you, coach, wasn't it? Yeah, you know, you're just making this all up.
Do you have a rodent problem? - What? - Hantavirus is carried by rodents.
Rodents are killed by warfarin, otherwise known as rat poison.
Been putting rat poison around your field? You know, that doesn't prove anything.
Heather, I believe that what you did to Lizzy was a mistake.
But he convinced you to lie about it, didn't he? And then he moved Lizzy's body.
And killed Detective Salerno when Salerno started getting too close to the truth.
- How long you gonna cover up for him? - Not a word, Heather.
- I wanted to report it but he told me not to.
- You idiot.
- Can't you see that she's bluffing? - Oh, on the contrary, coach.
You know, you look a lot paler than you do in your team photos.
- And you're kind of losing your hair.
- So? So you probably thought that was due to stress.
Stress from getting caught.
But stress didn't cause that.
Your capillaries are rupturing, coach.
Blood is pooling in your muscles and your joints all from warfarin poisoning.
Those capsules that you made to kill Joe Salerno? You exposed yourself lethally.
You are now dying the same death that Joe did.
- I still say you're bluffing.
- Oh, really? Try telling me that when you go into hypovolemic shock and the pain is so intense you can't even speak, let alone scream.
We have 72 hours to hold you until we figure out the charges.
That should be long enough for the poison to do its job, right? Yeah, I'd say more than enough.
- Hands behind your head.
- Heather Clayton.
You are under arrest for the murder of Lizzy Adler.
You have the right to remain silent.
No, you have to help me.
You saw Detective Salerno standing by the court day after day.
You knew he was closing in on Heather and that she'd crack under the pressure.
- Yes.
- But I know Joe.
And there's no way Joe would ever do drugs.
They weren't drugs.
I'd brought him some energy supplements.
He didn't know they were poison.
You killed a good detective, a better husband and the father of a little girl.
Do you really think I'm gonna help you? I've been poisoned.
The ME said so.
Try this.
- Cranberry juice? - Vitamin K.
It was either that or spinach.
Wait a second.
That's it? I confessed for a bottle of cranberry juice? Leaves a bad taste, doesn't it? Hi.
Heard you caught the killer.
The news has been singing your praises.
Now, what particularly unpalatable favor shall I ask of you? Let's see, we could go shopping together, or we could try breakfast again, or I know.
One hour, no cell phone, Sunday brunch at the club.
I will.
If you sign that.
This is an exhumation request for your father.
Still looking for answers after all these years? He killed himself, Megan.
He took the easy way out and he left me with his mess to clean up.
Without a note and without a reason why.
What do you think you're gonna find by digging him up? Maybe it was medical.
Maybe he was trying to spare us.
Cancer, a degenerative disease.
We will not know until we look.
No.
Why not? Because you are the only one that wants to look.
Not everything is a mystery, Megan.
Your father left us.
Get over it.
I did.
Thanks, Mom.
I got the CAG test results back.
- Thanks, Curtis.
- You're welcome.
Goodbye, detective.
Thank you for catching my husband's killer.
Helen, Dr.
Hunt has something to tell you.
Joe was sick, Mrs.
Salerno.
He had Huntington's disease.
It's a degenerative brain disorder that probably went undiagnosed for at least a year.
I don't understand.
Why didn't I see it? You did.
It was everywhere.
His emotional distance, his obsessiveness.
It even affected his manual dexterity.
That's why he stopped making origami for your daughter.
All of his behavioral changes were symptoms of Huntington's.
And there's no way you could have known that.
This is Lizzy Adler.
Joe's obsession solved her murder.
He's a hero, Helen.
You've got a lot to be proud of.
Hi, Becky.
I have something for you.
What's that? Something your dad made for you.
Something he carried in his pocket every day.
I knew he didn't forget.
He never forgot.