Thank you for coming.
Oh, and I'll let you know when those paintings
are scheduled to be delivered.
Three paintings sold in half an hour.
Might be my new record.
By the way, Lawrence, you left the back door open again.
That wasn't me, I swear.
I know you wanna hang your photographs in the gallery
and I've explained to you it's not what my clientele buy.
Well, they might surprise you.
Are you alright?
Yeah, I'm fine.
Just a- just a head rush.
You sure?
Do you want me to call your wife?
No, no, no. I'm fine.
Just uh... you go, I'll close up.
You're sure?
Yeah, I'm sure.
Ok.
[glass shatters]
Sabrina, what're you doing here on a Sunday?
I could ask you the same question.
Oh, I had a patient cancel yesterday
and I didn't wanna wait until next week to see her.
My home printer broke so I came in to take advantage
of our office supplies.
What's all this?
Well, my landlord is selling the house
and I'm renting so I've gotta move.
I thought rather than finding another rental
I would buy my first home.
Well, that's exciting.
Terrifying.
I mean, it's a little overwhelming.
There's so many things to think about.
Location, size, paint colour.
Well, I love house hunting so I'm happy to help.
I'm so glad you said that
because I was gonna make you help me
whether you wanted to or not.
[bell rings]
That's my patient.
But just think about all the things you love
in your current place and what you would do differently
if it were up to you.
Sound advice.
It was really kind of you to see me on your day off.
I was at a funeral yesterday so that's why I cancelled.
I'm sorry to hear that.
I barely knew Victor.
We lived in the same neighbourhood.
I'd only met him a couple of times.
But last time you were talking about community
and trying to be a part of one so I decided to pay my respects.
I think that shows real growth, Nicole.
Let's talk about how you've been feeling since.
That's alright, really.
Funerals always affect me but it'll go away.
Have you decided if you're going to stay in Atlanta?
Thinking about it.
I love volunteering at the hospital.
I did in my hometown, too.
Part of me wants to go back there.
I've only been here a year
but I think I've accomplished everything I was hoping to do.
So what now?
I don't know.
Honestly, I'm not really used to thinking about the future.
What's holding you back?
I think our time is up.
It's ok, we can talk a little longer.
No, I- I couldn't take more advantage of you.
Thanks again.
I'll see you next week?
[doorbell rings]
Hi.
Sorry I'm late.
No, no.
It's- it's ok.
Hi.
Hey.
I'm so glad you could make it.
Yeah.
Where's Jonas?
Oh, he couldn't make it.
Still three innings to go, the Wolverines down by one.
Nice to see you too, Brad.
Those nachos look amazing.
Well, I had to make them after Brad here bragged about them
so much at the reunion.
These nachos are the reason I married you.
I believe that.
Let me just refill that bean dip while I'm at it.
Can I help?
Oh, no.
You watch the game.
So how was your patient?
Oh, fine.
Thank you for asking.
I hope she had a good excuse for making you miss the game.
Well, she was at a funeral yesterday, so...
Oh, that's a pretty good excuse.
It is.
That must have been a rough session.
It wasn't someone she knew well.
An art dealer, Victor something.
Victor Bridgestone.
Could be.
You knew him?
Yes, um, I did.
I'm sorry.
No, it's ok.
It was more of a professional relationship.
He provided all the art for my office,
and a lot of what you see here, actually.
That one's nice.
Thanks.
Yeah, that is a local artist.
I like the use of negative space.
Yeah.
You seem to know what you're talking about.
Well, I did minor in art history in college.
Oh.
That's right.
So maybe you wouldn't mind going to the gallery with me tomorrow?
I was out of town yesterday and I- I missed the funeral
so I'd like to go by and pay my respects,
and I never know what to say at something like that.
I find it's usually just best to listen.
Thank you so much for coming with me.
Oh, it's my pleasure.
I haven't been to an art gallery in a long time.
I want my money!
Hey, you get back!
Victor owes me!
Hey.
I am not paying you a cent.
How dare you try and take advantage of a grieving widow?
Excuse me, is there a problem here?
You're gonna pay.
Who was that?
I have no idea.
I am so sorry you had to see that, Clyde.
I'm a bit embarrassed.
You must think without Victor this place is falling apart.
Oh, no I'm not.
Not at all, Christy.
Um, this is my friend, Hailey Dean.
I'm so sorry for your loss.
Thank you.
Christy, I'm sorry to interrupt,
but the sculptures still haven't arrived
and I can't get the shipping company to pin down a date.
Well, Lawrence, you're gonna have to hang your photographs
in the meantime.
I'll get right on it.
Are you sure, Christy?
You know Victor didn't really care for photography.
But I do, and it's my call now.
Ah. Alright.
So, Clyde, what is it you're looking for?
Or perhaps, Miss Dean, you're looking for something?
We actually just came to pay our respects.
Victor's death seemed so sudden.
Had he been ill?
It was a shock.
He didn't come home one night
and then I came to work and found him here.
That must have been so awful for you.
Yeah.
By the time the ambulance got here it was too late.
They took him to Atlanta Memorial,
doctor said he'd had a heart attack.
Do they know what caused it?
No.
He was such a health nut, too.
No junk food, no fried foods.
He had been feeling a bit sick for a while
but of course he refused to see a doctor.
There was nothing you could have done, Christy.
I know that, Deborah.
Well, I'm surprised that you're still open.
It's a competitive business
and I don't wanna fall behind.
I'm sure your clients would understand
if you took some time.
Christy, I'm sorry to interrupt again,
but it's the insurance company.
They say they need the death certificate
before they'll release the payment.
If you're having trouble getting that paperwork
I probably could help.
Well, if you think you can I'd appreciate that.
It was good of you to drop by.
Oh, listen, of course.
If there's anything that I can do-
Just keep buying art.
I'll see you out.
Thank you for coming.
She's handling this all so well,
I can't imagine what a mess I'd be in her place.
How long have you known the Bridgestones?
Since they opened the gallery about a year ago.
I'm an artist as well.
Photographer, right?
That's right.
About to have my very first exhibit.
That wouldn't have happened under Victor.
No, Victor didn't think photography counted as art.
Sort of an old-fashioned point of view.
Yeah, that was Victor.
Excuse me, I should be getting back inside.
Thanks again for coming with me.
Christy really seemed fine.
She really did.
But everyone processes grief differently.
Yeah, but it was like she wasn't affected at all.
Maybe it's a defence mechanism
or maybe she hasn't allowed it to sink in quite yet.
She's burying herself in work.
I did the same thing only with me it was school work.
I'm sorry, this must remind you of Will.
I wasn't thinking.
Oh, no. Not at all.
I mean, my patients deal with grief all the time.
My personal experience helps me help them.
I guess that's a silver lining?
I suppose so.
Hey.
Well, aren't you a sight for sore, overworked eyes.
A not-so-romantic dinner for two?
You are a lifesaver.
I didn't realize what time it is.
You're working too hard.
Tell me about it.
One medical examiner retires and another goes on maternity leave.
Oh, yeah, and I'm all that's left.
It could be worse.
[laughs]
Tell that to the guy with the stack of paperwork
urgently waiting on his desk.
How was the, uh, baseball game yesterday?
Did the Wolverines win?
They did.
You know, I like baseball.
I should have invited you.
Only if you want to.
I know it's a lot to handle.
You're reconnecting with old friends,
it brings up old memories, I complicate things.
You're so understanding it makes me feel terrible.
Oh, don't.
I think it's good for you to have old friends
back in your life.
I think you're right.
I didn't realize how much I missed them.
How was your day?
Uneventful.
I went to an art gallery with Clyde.
Should I be jealous?
The owner died, I was just there for support.
That's sad.
Since I'm here,
the widow said she was having trouble
getting a death certificate.
What's the problem?
She didn't say.
Well, if there's one thing I can do it's expedite
a death certificate.
What's the name of the deceased?
Victor Bridgestone.
She said he died of a heart attack.
I don't see his name in the file.
That's weird.
It is weird.
Was he taken to a hospital?
Atlanta Memorial.
I'll call the attending doctor in the morning and ask.
I knew I kept you around for a reason.
Mmm.
Hey.
Mmm.
Hey, hey.
All is fair in love and Chinese take-out.
I'm taking that.
Alright, so Fincher, where do we go from food trucks?
Bakeries?
Bistros?
Diners?
What's wrong?
Nothing.
Fincher.
It's nothing, really.
What do I have to complain about?
I love my job investigating for the D.A.
I have great friends-
Yes, you do.
You know, life's good.
But?
I don't know.
I kind of feel like I'm missing out.
You're searching for something.
You probably even know what it is.
You know what? Forget about it.
It's nothing, really.
Alright.
But you know what I'd say.
You should do something about the way you're feeling.
Like what?
Go for it.
Just do it.
Whatever it is, what's the worst that can happen?
What happened when you took me to that diner
and I ate the food and then-
Yeah, ok.
You got food poisoning one time.
One- one time.
One time.
Once in a lifetime that lasts a whole lifetime.
You know, I'm surprised you didn't sue them on my behalf.
You know, you were still working for the prosecutor.
Right. I don't think that was a case
for the District Attorney's office.
Oh.
And, if you'll recall, you did confess to eating
potentially expired bacon from your fridge that very morning.
I'll plead the fifth on that one, little lady.
[phone rings]
It's Jonas.
Oh, tell him I say hi.
Hi, Jonas.
Hailey.
Remember that death certificate
Sure, Victor Bridgestone.
Well, the reason it hasn't been issued yet is
because Victor's death hasn't been registered.
What do you mean?
The hospital would be the one to file the official paperwork
with the City but they didn't.
Why not?
Because Victor's hospital file is missing.
Missing?
Deleted.
Without a trace.
I'm calling Danny.
It could have been a computer glitch.
Maybe, but it's the only file that's gone missing.
Still, not really a police matter.
But Danny, there's more.
I talked to the doctor who attended Victor
when he was brought in to the hospital.
She said a heart attack was possible
but she wasn't comfortable calling a cause of death.
She wanted an autopsy.
Then why wasn't there one?
The request wasn't sent to my office.
Right, because the file was deleted.
So you think it was deleted on purpose
to avoid discovering the real cause of death?
It's possible.
And Victor was a health nut.
What motive would someone have
to kill a prominent art gallery owner
without even a parking ticket to his name?
I looked up the insurance policy taken out on Victor
and it was taken out in Christy's name
just one month ago.
The same policy she won't get paid out on
unless there's a death certificate.
Ok, fine.
I'll call the hospital and get them to track that file.
Hailey, you and I are going to go talk to that widow.
This is ridiculous.
I- I don't want a police investigation.
I'm sure this is difficult but you must want to know the truth.
Victor was ill and then he died.
What else do I need to know?
You took out a life insurance policy a month ago.
Yes.
Is that a crime?
Mrs. Bridgestone, I'm confident that we can get a warrant
to exhume your husband's body and conduct a full autopsy.
The sooner you agree to it,
the sooner this will all be over and you'll have your answers.
Fine.
You can examine his body.
Thank you.
I'll let you know when the exhumation will take place.
No need.
You can take him with you now.
At least what's left of him.
This isn't going to be easy
but thankfully we have some bone fragments to work with.
Do you think you can find anything?
It's a long shot but not impossible.
If we find a mineral deficiency in the bones,
for example, we can infer a number of diseases.
From there I'll review Victor's symptoms with his wife
and hopefully come to a conclusion.
I doubt Christy will be at all helpful.
I was really surprised by her reaction
when Danny started asking her questions.
I understand being upset but she didn't seem interested
in finding the truth.
Well, maybe she's too upset to face it.
She seemed more put-out than upset.
And again, that might be her way of dealing
with all that's happened, but when I tried to connect
with her she seemed skittish.
Not at all like the first time I met her.
Do you think she's hiding something?
Definitely.
The question is, is she hiding something from the world
or something from herself?
[beep]
What is it?
Negative for heavy metals, negative vitamin D deficiency,
negative, negative...
positive for arsenic.
And a lot of it.
Ok, please be careful.
These are expensive works of art.
They're just trying to find the source of the arsenic.
So are you implying that Victor was poisoned on purpose?
I think you should prepare yourself for that possibility.
The water supply both here and at the house
test negative for arsenic.
But I still want you and Lawrence to be tested.
I'm fine, so is Lawrence.
I'm afraid I have to insist.
And rumours swirling at this hour,
high-profile Atlanta art dealer Victor Bridgestone,
in fact poisoned dead.
That's a horrible, tortuous death.
Death by arsenic.
I still can't believe this.
I'm sorry this hit the news cycle so quickly.
If you need any help dealing with-
Lawrence and I can manage.
Thank you.
Has anything new been brought into the gallery or your home?
Just artwork.
No gifts of food or wine, maybe delivered by a courier?
No, not that I can remember.
No, me either.
How long is this, um, gonna take?
I'll find out.
So Victor Bridgestone's file was apparently deleted
from the computer at the nurse's station.
Can you tell who it was by the login?
No, it was a login used by temps,
only there weren't any temps working that day.
There's so many people in and out of this work station
it could have been anyone.
How're they doing?
It's a lot to process.
I've noticed that Christy defaults to anger or impatience.
It could be her way of coping.
It could also be her way of deflecting attention
away from herself.
Because she doesn't want us to look too closely?
We all have something to hide.
The blood tests came back negative for arsenic poisoning
for both Christy and Lawrence.
I think we can safely say Victor was targeted.
And so far we've found no trace of arsenic and anything
from the gallery to the house.
Then it must have been something only Victor ate.
Which we haven't been able to figure out.
According to Lawrence he never ate a meal without Christy.
Why would she slowly poison her husband?
They'd only been married less than a year.
Depends on why she married him.
She did inherit everything.
And that insurance policy?
It's a nice bonus.
See what else we can find.
Yeah, I can't say that I'm a big fan of subtitles,
I mean, I like watching the movie,
not so much the words, so...
[phone rings]
Oh, excuse me.
I just gotta grab this.
Be right back.
Hey, what's going on?
What're you doing?
Your bidding.
I haven't even asked you to go to the art gallery with me yet.
No, no, no, no.
You asked me to go for it so I'm going for it.
Ok. Well, you can tell me all about it over lunch.
Well, I already ate.
Since when has that stopped you?
[laughs]
Look, I'm sorry, Hailey, but unless you really need me...
I really need to know what you're doing.
Well, I'm not gonna tell you.
Are you embarrassed?
Nope.
Are you putting yourself in physical danger?
Nope.
Will you tell me if I guess?
Nope.
[bell rings]
Hey, what was that?
Nothing.
I gotta go, Hailey.
Goodbye.
Brad wants to know if you're coming to regional
semi-finals on Sunday.
Sure.
Bring Jonas if you want to.
I think Will would have really liked him.
Me too.
Why do I get the feeling that you didn't
just want to grab a cup of coffee?
Maybe I'm in the market for some new art for my office.
Are you, or are you just trying to get more information?
I'm a multi-tasker.
Oh, what is it now?
I just wanted to apologize to you.
I hope I didn't make things harder for you.
No, I- I should thank you, actually.
I wouldn't have known what happened to Victor without you.
Well, I didn't mean to cause you any pain.
I was already in pain.
You maybe caused me confusion,
but that's better than the alternative.
The alternative?
I accept your apology.
Maybe you'd like to see some of Lawrence's photos now?
They are very good.
[glass shatters]
[car peels away]
R-A-D...
Hailey!
No, we didn't see anything.
Just this brick flying through the window.
Let me take your prints, Clyde, so I can rule you out.
Sorry, I wasn't thinking when I picked it up.
You're no master criminal, Clyde.
Clearly.
Listen, Danny, I have to get back to the office.
Is that gonna be ok?
Sure.
I know where to find you if I need anything else.
You gonna come over and watch the game with Hailey?
Maybe, we'll see.
Looks like Christy is a target, as well.
Someone wants the Bridgestones to suffer.
Have you found the source of the arsenic?
Frustratingly, no.
Where's Lawrence?
He isn't here?
No.
[police radio chatter]
Oh my goodness! What happened?
Someone threw a brick through the window.
Is everyone alright?
Christy, are you alright?
It's nothing, just a few cuts.
Who would do this?
And you are?
Deborah Wilson, I'm a friend of the family's.
This is terrifying.
You- you have to convince her to close the gallery down.
Deborah, how long have you known the Brigestones?
Uh, well, I went to school with Victor,
so I don't know, a thousand years?
What do you do for work?
I'm an interior designer.
Deborah is the reason Victor wanted to move here.
I told Victor that Atlanta
would be a great place for him to live.
And he had such a great eye for art,
having him here just made my job so much easier.
So Victor supplied your clients.
Were you contracted to use him?
Oh, no, it wasn't anything that formal.
It was an arrangement between friends.
He'd send me clients and I'd reciprocate.
Where is Lawrence?
He asked for the day off.
I'd like to put you under protective custody.
No, that- that's ridiculous.
I'm sure this is just some bad joke.
I'm afraid I have to disagree.
Christy, you really need to consider closing the gallery,
at least temporarily, until this all blows over.
No.
What if this is the same person that's behind the break-ins?
What break-ins?
I don't know if we were actually broken into
or if Lawrence left the door unlocked
and some kids came inside.
We never saw anything on the security footage.
When was this?
About six months ago.
And then again a couple weeks ago.
Was anything stolen?
No.
Nothing.
Which is why I didn't report them.
But Christy, you're not taking this seriously enough.
I'm not going to close the gallery.
Not after everything that's happened.
I'm not gonna let somebody scare me
into hiding behind closed doors.
What about the man I saw the first time I came here?
What man?
He was asking for money.
He said Victor owed him.
I have no idea who that was.
I had never seen him before.
Would you sit down with a sketch artist?
Sure, if you think it would help.
I checked out that hiking trail that you mentioned.
It was really pretty.
Did you go by yourself?
I like being by myself.
I know that's something that I need to work on,
but I guess... I just have a hard time trusting people.
Well, you're here.
That's a good first step.
I suppose.
It was nice being surrounded by nature again.
Sometimes Atlanta feels a bit too big for me.
Did you grow up in the country?
No, but a city a lot smaller than this.
Downtown Atlanta can seem a bit busier I'd imagine.
For sure.
But I was a kid when I left my parents' home, so...
Why was that?
You know what I miss most about that old house?
What?
The winters.
Running outside with my brother for the first snow of the year.
Do you have only one brother?
Nicole, I can see that family carries some pain for you.
We don't have to talk about them today
but I hope some day you'll want to.
I'd rather just forget.
There's something about your family that's unresolved
and until you face it you will not be able to move on.
You almost sound like you know what you're talking about.
We'll leave it there for this week
and we'll do this on your schedule.
No pressure.
Thanks, Hailey.
I'm really happy I found you.
I just can't get her to open up to me.
Well, you've only been seeing her a few weeks.
You know the pace is different with every patient.
I know why I feel like I'm letting her down.
If I could just get her to face whatever it is in her past.
I can see why this patient strikes a chord with you.
No more so than any other patients.
Hailey, your patient is a woman with a past trauma
that she has difficulty talking about.
She's you.
Totally different.
She likes to keep it hidden, precious,
as though talking about it will make it disappear
from her memory.
Is that true?
You almost never talk about Will.
Well, it's not intentional, I just don't know how to.
Well, what would you say to your patient?
Tell one story, see how it feels.
And that would be my advice to you about Will.
That makes me uncomfortable.
The most rewarding work always does.
You're too good at what you do.
That's why I share my office with the best.
I just- I wanted to make sure you were alright
after what happened at the gallery.
Yeah, I'm ok.
Thank you for checking in, though.
Well, I guess I feel kinda responsible.
Responsible?
You know, as Will's best friend.
I get it.
I mean, if it weren't for me
you wouldn't have to deal with any of this.
Don't worry about that, I have the tendency to find myself
in these scenarios without anyone else's help.
Yeah, I've noticed.
[laughs]
Yeah.
Don't you have to get back to work?
No, that's one of the good things about being the boss,
I kinda get to do whatever I want.
You never were one to follow orders.
That's not one of my strengths, no.
It used to make Will so mad.
It did?
All the time.
He was the team captain and you wouldn't do anything he said.
Well, listen, in my defence it's because he was usually wrong.
[laughs]
And if he were here he would whole-heartedly
disagree with you.
Yeah, if Will were here.
That's something I think about often.
How different things would have turned out.
Me too.
[ding]
Nice to meet you.
Sort of.
Hi, I'm Megan.
Fincher.
Nice to meet you.
You too.
Um, where do we start?
Job.
Yes, I have one.
Oh, good.
Me too.
Great.
Um, hobbies?
Uh, food, food, and more food.
A fellow foodie.
Mmmhmm.
What is your favourite restaurant?
Oh, that's a hard call.
Cuisine?
I'm a sucker for Mexican.
Oh, have you tried that new place downtown?
It has a Michelin star.
Oh, no, can't say that I have.
It's really hard to get into but so worth it.
And really, $20 for a burrito is not that much.
Right.
Oh, and if you like French there's always Chez Louis.
I mean, it's a bit passé
but I don't mind some old school coq au vin.
Yeah, you know, French food not really my thing.
Fair enough.
So what is your thing?
I go in for mobile cuisine.
Oh, is that like a personal chef coming to your house?
No, not really.
Well, you must have a favourite place.
Yeah, the food truck on 4th street
where I can get four burritos for $20.
Really?
Mmmhmm.
Sounds...
[phone rings]
Oh, I'm so sorry,
I gotta... I gotta grab this.
Ok, um... it was really nice meeting you, Fincher.
Yes.
Hey.
(Hailey): Are you in another restaurant?
[bell rings]
Is that the same dinging noise?
What can I do for you, Hailey?
For starters, stop ditching me for lunch.
Aw, you miss me.
No, I miss lunch.
But that's not why I called.
Can you meet me tonight?
Sure. Where?
Gallery's closed.
It closes at 6pm.
So what're we doing here?
Thinking.
And what are we thinking about?
So Christy said there were two break-ins.
Six months ago and again two weeks ago.
Ok.
That sounds suspicious, but what'd they steal?
Apparently nothing.
So why break in?
And why break in two times?
Well, maybe I didn't get what I needed the first time.
Maybe, but you're a pretty terrible thief
if you break in twice
and you don't get what you wanted either time.
Do you think it's the same guy that threw the brick?
It could be, but the brick feels like an intimidation tactic
whereas the break-ins were trying to go unnoticed.
It feels like different motive-
Someone's in there.
Woah.
Call Danny.
Stay out here.
Ok.
Wait outside, Hailey.
Danny, someone's breaking into the Bridgestone Gallery.
Yeah, Fincher's gone in.
Yes, Danny, I will wait outside.
Hey! Hey!
I know you weren't trying to come in there.
Of course not.
You gonna read me my rights?
Yeah.
You have the right to the beverage of your choice
at the precinct coffee shop.
Let's go.
Those aren't his rights, Fincher.
Ah, don't- don't tell him that.
Mind your hair.
What were you doing at the Bridgestone Gallery yesterday?
I'm an artist.
I was trying to sell my paintings.
Even though the gallery was closed,
doors were locked, no one was inside?
The man you caught breaking into the gallery is Simon Westfeld.
He's an artist.
He's the man I saw arguing with Christy
the first time I went to the gallery.
Is he the one that threw the brick, too?
The only car registered to Simon
isn't a match to the one you saw fleeing the scene.
Are you able to get him on any of the previous break-ins?
We're working on establishing his whereabouts
for each of them.
But he isn't talking so it's not gonna be easy.
What else do you know about him?
No prior convictions.
We're working on getting his banking and phone records.
He broke into the gallery for something.
We're gonna find out what he wanted.
He had two external hard drives on him.
What was on them?
We don't know what's on the drives yet
but forensics is working on that right now.
Any sign of the arsenic?
Not at his house.
Ok, Simon.
Let's try another question.
What did you want with the hard drives you stole?
How long do you think you can keep me in here?
Are you sure there is nothing that you wanna tell us?
You know, I gotta tell you,
there are two sides to every story, right?
The problem is I can only see one side to this story.
And that side has you going to prison
for breaking and entering, and theft of private property.
We're done here.
He's scared, Danny.
Yeah, Monty has that effect on guilty people.
She isn't getting anywhere.
But she can hold him for a few more hours.
We'll let him sweat a bit and try again later.
That's alright, I gotta get back to the D.A.'s office anyway.
You got time for lunch?
Yeah, let's go.
You guys and your lunch.
Real pretty spot for lunch.
Yeah, it's more of a working lunch.
Right, your actual job.
So who are we staking out this time?
Uh, less a "who" and more a "what".
That clears it up.
Look, Hailey, you know I love the company
but I can't tell you who I'm investigating.
I know. New topic.
No pressure, but-
But you're dying to know where I've been disappearing to.
I am. Dying.
Speed dating.
Very funny.
Where have you really been going?
Speed dating.
Oh, you're serious.
[laughs]
Fincher, I am so proud of you!
And this is why I didn't wanna tell you.
You don't want me to be proud of you?
No, I didn't want to make a big thing out of it, right?
I mean I tried it, it didn't work, that's that.
What do you mean, it didn't work?
Ah, those ladies aren't for me, Hailey.
No offence, but how can you know in two minutes?
Oh, I know.
Well, maybe it's not the right format for you.
Maybe you need a matchmaker.
I do not need a matchmaker.
No, no.
You're ready to meet someone and I am so happy for you.
There are lots of ways to do it.
Yeah, like Penguin Match?
Yeah, look, Hailey you know I love you
but I don't like talking about this stuff.
It makes me uncomfortable.
The best ones always do.
New topic?
You choose.
How is Danny gonna prove
that Simon the artist is Simon the killer?
So they didn't find any arsenic in Simon's house.
He's an artist so he's gotta have a studio, right?
Hey, Fincher, what does this make you think of?
Food.
You are so perceptive.
What'd you find out?
So this is a shared studio space and uh,
Simon's corner is right over there.
Oh yeah.
These look like the paintings at Clyde's house.
There's nothing here but half-finished paintings
and half-used supplies.
Oh, this is different.
Yeah, it's not Simon's then.
No, it looks really old.
Stolen?
Maybe this is what Simon was talking about.
What Victor owed him.
Maybe he was hiding this for Victor or stole it himself.
Yeah, but did Christy know?
I'm not sure.
She said she'd never seen Simon before.
Hmm, that's an interesting theory.
Now all you gotta do is prove that this painting is stolen.
I know just who to call.
Very interesting.
Excellent brushwork.
Hailey, what do you think?
I agree, I think it looks authentic.
At first glance, and to the undergraduate eye
this looks like a classic old master.
So it's worth a few dollars?
To a buyer?
A few hundred thousand dollars.
What about on second glance?
Although very convincing, it's not authentic.
It's a forgery.
How can you tell?
Well, once framed you wouldn't see the back
but most paintings of this age
would have owner stamps or auctioneer marks
or at least some indication of when it was framed.
But as you can see the back is white.
It's unblemished and, well, clearly not very old.
So Simon may be a forger.
That explains a few things.
We still can't link him to the arsenic.
You're looking for arsenic?
Well, it's right here in front of you.
Forgers often add arsenic to modern paint,
duplicating the way pigments were made
at the time of the painting they're copying.
Of course.
So are you saying there's arsenic in the paint?
Yes.
And I can prove it to you.
Hailey, would you hold that for me?
Mmmhmm.
Thank you.
This colour of emerald green was very popular
in the early 1800's, made from verdigris and arsenic.
Highly toxic.
No one minded that.
It only fell out of favour because it blackens with heat.
There's the arsenic.
Right in front of our noses.
But why would Simon kill the Bridgestones?
Especially when they owed him money?
It's not looking good for you, Simon.
We know you forged a painting.
We know you used arsenic to do it.
It's not a forgery.
It's a copy.
There's no difference.
It's only a forgery if you sell it as the original.
I see.
And the painting we found was just an educational exercise?
Exactly.
So we won't find any large deposits into your bank account,
or other copies of this same painting floating around?
I've seen your work, Simon. It's quite good.
I know.
I like your use of composition and contrast.
Thank you.
I actually recognized your distinct style from a painting
that my friend bought,
although I don't know where he bought it from.
Through Victor, of course.
He made me sign this exclusivity contract with his gallery.
I couldn't sell my stuff anywhere else.
It's been like that for years.
Victor hasn't been in Atlanta that long.
I met him before then, when he had his gallery in Portland.
So Victor refused to display your paintings
unless you made the forgeries?
I mean, you wouldn't waste your time copying someone else's work
unless you absolutely had to.
It was either break the law or starve.
Victor made sure nobody else would sell me.
You could have reported him.
Yeah, and then I would have gone to jail, too.
So you poisoned him as a last resort.
I didn't poison anyone.
And then you threatened Christy Bridgestone.
Yeah, I did do that.
But only because I wanted what I was owed.
And when she wouldn't give it to you in person
you decided to threaten her by throwing a brick
through her window.
What brick?
It's clear Simon believes he was wronged.
He thinks that he's the victim, not the criminal.
But did he kill Victor?
It's possible he's convinced himself that whatever it is
he had to do was justified, so in his mind not a crime.
But we can't place him at the break-ins.
And we still haven't found the source of the arsenic
in anything Victor might have eaten.
At least we can charge Simon
with unlawful entry and keep him here for a while.
Do we think Christy Bridgestone is still in danger?
I'm not sure.
The killer could be a disgruntled client
who discovered the very expensive painting
Victor sold was fake.
Hailey's right, we have no shortage of motives
and every reason to believe Christy
is still the next target.
Do you think she was in on the forgeries?
I think it's time she started telling us what she knows.
When does the gallery close?
We should just make it.
Let's go.
Clyde?
Are you ok? What happened?
I'm- I'm fine.
I'm just worried about Christy.
So Christy called me to come down and check out
a new sculpture she thought I might like and, um,
when I walked in I found her right here on the floor,
unconscious, and I called 911.
Was anyone else here?
No one.
Not even Lawrence?
No.
Did you see anything around her?
A glass or a plate?
No.
Not that I would have noticed.
Doesn't look like there's anything to see.
I hope she's gonna be alright.
We'll let you know as soon as we hear from the hospital.
You ok, Clyde?
[sighs]
Yeah, I think so.
Do you wanna get a cup of coffee?
You look like you could use some company.
Ok.
I can't believe someone tried to kill Christy.
Why?
Everyone's got secrets.
Even you?
Ok maybe not everyone.
What would you do if you found Will's killer?
That's a strange question.
I'm sorry, I don't mean to pry.
No, it's alright.
I mean, I've definitely thought about it over the years.
You must really wanna make him pay.
Part of me, I guess.
But mostly I just wanna know why.
Why did he pull the trigger?
Why did he stop with Will?
Why am I not dead when I know that he was aiming at me?
Do you think you'll ever get your answers?
I don't know.
It's been a long time.
I guess it's just better to try to move on now.
That's what I've been trying to do for all these years.
Well, from what I've seen,
you're doing ok.
Is Christy going to be ok?
Yeah.
As far as the doctors can tell
she ingested a small amount of arsenic.
Enough to make her pretty sick but not enough to kill her.
That's a relief.
I just don't know what happened.
I only left her for a few minutes.
Did you see her eat or drink anything?
Nothing.
Hmm.
I- I have to go.
The art gallery is hosting their first art class this afternoon.
You're not going to cancel it?
I would but Christy would be disappointed.
Forensics didn't find anything at the gallery.
I guess the killer removed the evidence.
Well, we know Christy wasn't exposed to the poison
before today,
so it's possible whoever did this spiked something
she ate or drank and didn't put in a large enough dose.
We won't know until she wakes up.
So this is an art gallery.
Very funny.
I wasn't making a joke, I've never been in one before.
Really?
I've always been a bit intimidated by these places.
I've never known you to be intimidated by anything.
Not when science is involved, but art?
That's a whole different world.
But you own pieces of art.
I did not buy any of them.
So your wife was the art lover?
Ah, she was more of a decorator than an art lover.
I don't know that she could tell you any more
about that sculpture than I could.
So what do you think of it?
I like it.
I just don't know anything about it.
But art is subjective.
You don't have to know anything about it,
just whether it speaks to you or not.
I guess.
But for me, an investment like this sculpture
would have to be about more than just an emotion.
You'd wanna know it's value, maybe the story behind it.
I would wanna do my research.
Alright, I get it.
But it kinda takes the magic out of it.
Magic?
Well, this is a new side of you.
You're usually so pragmatic.
Art brings out the romantic in me.
[laughs]
Hailey!
Glad you could make it.
This must be Jonas.
I'll set up the easels and we'll get started.
So there's a painting class and surprise,
we're in it.
[small chuckle]
Seriously?
Mmmhmm.
This canvas is really big and really blank.
A blank canvas.
The great intimidator of mankind.
Is it silly to be so nervous?
I think you're just afraid I'm gonna paint circles around you.
[laughs]
If all we were expected to paint were circles
I wouldn't be so worried.
Oh, it's gonna be fun.
Don't put so much pressure on yourself.
It has been a long time since I tried something new like this.
Well, then it's long overdue.
I wonder who's gonna be teaching the class
with Christy in the hospital.
Lawrence, I guess?
I'm surprised they didn't cancel.
Oh, not Christy.
She cares more about this art gallery than her own life,
or anybody else's.
They still haven't found the source of the poison?
No, isn't that strange?
Well, either the killer managed to get rid of the evidence-
Or it's still here.
Ah, now I see.
This isn't a date.
It's an investigation.
Why can't it be both?
With you it usually is.
Hello, everyone.
My name's Deborah Wilson.
Christy had a last-minute emergency
so I will be your instructor today.
I thought she was an interior decorator.
Hailey, hi.
Oh, hi, Deborah.
I didn't know you painted.
I went to art school.
Right, with Victor.
It's just my path took me in a different direction.
You brought a friend.
This is my boyfriend, Jonas.
I've never painted before.
Ok, well then I'll be sure
to give you lots of extra attention.
Oh, that's not necessary.
You know, he really could benefit from an expert eye.
One of the most things is to figure out
what style you're going to paint in.
Style?
Yeah.
Is there a ladies room?
Of course.
Right over here.
Ok, thanks.
Alright, well let's bring in our lovely model.
I'd like you to start by observing her posture,
her body language,
and start creating the outline
that will define your particular image.
Hi, Hailey.
I swear, I'm not hiding.
Uh, well, I won't tell if you don't.
Deal.
Why aren't you teaching the class?
Well, Deborah insisted.
I thought it was a bit weird, too,
but actually I didn't want to do it, anyway, so...
Why is that weird?
Well, Deborah and Christy never really got along.
Why not?
Her and Victor were always having private conversations,
shutting up when anyone else walked by.
Do you think they were romantically involved?
Maybe.
I'd hate to think that, though.
Christy deserves so much better.
You really care about her.
Yeah, of course I do.
She's- she's been so kind to me.
Were you looking for something to drink?
'Cause there's coffee and tea inside.
Oh, I must have missed that.
And don't worry, everything's brand new.
I threw everything out, again.
Even the sugar-free stuff that Victor kept in his drawer.
Victor kept food in his desk?
Yeah, he kept some of that
natural liquid sweetener in there.
He didn't like to share.
The police didn't take it?
I guess they missed it.
I missed it, too.
It was jammed way in the back.
Honestly, I forgot about it until today.
Who else knew about the sweetener?
Um, I did, and um, Christy.
I'm sure Deborah did.
Probably anyone who had coffee with him.
You don't think-
Where is it now?
I threw it in the dumpster in the back.
Cubist an inspiration?
Hilarious.
Not quite what I was going for but I'll take it.
You're gonna have to finish later.
We have to go.
You haven't even started your masterpiece-
oh, you found something.
I did.
Something that requires your real talents.
It might be the source of the arsenic.
It's confirmed.
The sweetener Victor used at the gallery
had been poisoned with arsenic.
Victor's killer knew his habits well.
It's consistent with everyone we've considered so far.
We haven't considered Lawrence.
I got a strong impression of his feelings for Christy.
He also implied that there might have been a relationship
between Victor and Deborah.
So Lawrence killed Victor
to rescue Christy from a bad marriage?
It's possible.
What about Deborah?
She did teach the class,
and it did seem like she'd be taking over the gallery
in the meantime.
But why would she kill Victor?
So it seems that Victor Bridgestone had an art gallery
in Portland before moving to Atlanta.
But what we didn't know is that Victor had a partner.
A Finn Hauser.
You think this ex-partner followed him here
and poisoned him?
Probably not.
Finn Hauser is dead.
He died three years ago from natural causes.
That sounds familiar.
No autopsy was conducted
and when I called the hospital that treated him
they discovered that the files had been erased.
That's exactly the same as Victor.
So we're looking for someone
who knew Victor in both Portland and Atlanta.
Well, that's Deborah, but why?
Can we get Finn's body exhumed?
Portland P.D. is working on it.
They're looking for Finn Hauser's widow,
a Tina Hauser.
They're gonna send me the info any minute.
But why kill Finn in Portland and wait to kill Victor here?
Well, Simon said that the forgeries started
before Victor move to Atlanta.
Maybe Finn figured out what Victor was doing
so Victor killed him to keep him quiet.
But... but who killed Victor?
Simon still has the strongest motive.
He could be copying what happened to Victor's partner.
Or Finn's wife exacting revenge.
Or Finn really did die of natural causes
and Simon is trying to throw us off.
Ok, that's Portland P.D. emailing.
Oh, you guys aren't gonna believe this.
Meet Finn Hauser's widow, Tina.
Tina Hauser is Christy Bridgestone.
Remember prominent Atlanta businessman Victor Bridgestone
who was cut down in the prime of life from Arsenic poisoning?
Sources telling us...
How does Nancy Grace figure this stuff out so quickly?
She's good at her job, that's how.
...has fallen victim to the very same poisoning,
but hold on a minute-
My uh... my name is Christina.
I used to go by Tina.
Victor, he always called me Christy.
He thought it suited me better so when we moved here it stuck.
I didn't mind, really, because it um,
felt like a fresh start.
Tell us about Finn.
He was a lovely man.
And he got sick, and he died.
And I thought my world had ended,
but Victor, he was there for me.
He suggested we move here.
And get married.
I didn't wanna be alone.
It only made sense.
Why didn't you mention Finn's death?
Why would I?
You must have noticed the similarities to Victor's death.
What are you saying?
That Finn was poisoned, too?
Can you think of anyone who would want to hurt
either of them or you?
No.
We found the source of the poison.
It was in Victor's sweetener.
Did you drink some?
There was no sugar and he had that bottle in his desk.
It didn't occur to you
that that might have been what poisoned Victor?
No.
You were the heir to Finn's half of the business in Portland.
Yes.
And now you've inherited the entire business here in Atlanta.
Mmm.
As well as a tidy life insurance policy.
What exactly are you implying?
That you have a strong motive
to have killed both of your husbands.
And the means by which to do it.
That's crazy. Why would I do that?
I have already profited from the business.
But he didn't let you run it the way you wanted to.
I would have just opened my own gallery.
And risk losing the forgery ring?
What forgery ring?
And why would I drink the poison if I was the one
who put it there?
To prove your innocence.
This is not happening.
As soon as your released you'll be brought into custody.
I know the evidence is circumstantial
but Christy has the motive, means, and opportunity.
Christy is emotionally distant which could be a sign
of sociopathic behaviour.
It could also be a defence mechanism for someone
who's been hurt badly.
I'm thinking more the former.
So do you think that Christy would have been able
to delete Victor's file at the hospital?
It's a possibility.
And what about the brick?
She didn't throw it herself.
Well, maybe she had a partner.
Someone who was willing to do things for her
like break into the hospital files, throw the brick through the window.
Or maybe it was someone else.
Someone who's related to the art forgeries.
[phone rings]
Morgan.
Ok, thanks.
Forensics still can't crack the hard drives Simon stole.
But I bet you know someone who can.
Yeah.
You think you can do it?
Uh, they used a pretty hardcore encryption software.
It'll take a while but I can hack into it.
I wish you wouldn't use words like "hack".
I gotta get back to the office.
I will check back in in a few hours.
Hopefully Ethan hasn't changed all my passwords by then.
As if I need hours to figure out your passwords, Danny.
Wait, what?
You know your life is all over the internet.
I don't usually look myself up.
Oh, I- I hope you don't mind.
I was curious.
I didn't know you were a lawyer.
No longer practising, but yes.
I'm sorry for what happened to you.
Thank you.
But we're not here to talk about me.
I know, but I get now why I like you so much.
You really understand me.
And why is that?
We've both lost someone important to us.
Who did you lose?
I was only ten years old when my parents died.
I'm sorry.
It's fine, really.
Honestly, I don't even remember them that well.
So who raised you?
My brother was given custody of me.
He was 19.
He quit school and got a job and proposed to his girlfriend.
So you had a new family to grow up in.
I thought so.
But my brother's girlfriend left
and he got really sick and died a few months after that.
He was all I had.
He died of a broken heart.
But I don't wanna talk about him.
It's hard for me to talk about my fiancé.
His name was Will.
Maybe if I tell you a story about him
you can tell me a story about your brother.
I'll try.
Hey fellas, should I get the uh, pulled pork burrito today
or the smoked Yucatan chicken burrito?
Whatchu think?
How about you get both?
Megan, right?
Fincher, hey.
Hey.
I- I didn't think you went in for mobile cuisine.
I know, I came off that way.
Mmm.
And I do like those fancy places every now and again
but this kinda thing is just way more my speed.
How come you didn't say that the other day?
I was trying to impress you.
But I failed, miserably.
Miserably, yes.
[laughs]
Well, you're succeeding now.
Good.
So can I be honest with you?
Yes, I'd prefer it.
You mentioned this was your favourite truck
and I was hoping I would run into you here
so I could maybe convince you
to give me a second chance?
I'm sorry, young lady, that ship has sailed.
Oh, come on. Really?
After all that?
Well, you know what?
You came down here, I- you know, I'm free,
so I can help you order.
You are?
Yep.
Ok.
You don't have someone you need to arrest?
Oh, oh no, I'm an investigator
for the District Attorney, actually.
Ok.
Yeah.
Great. I am, too.
I'm uh-
Oh, you- I mean I'm free right now.
Oh.
I am in between patients.
Oh.
Oh, I'm- I'm a doctor.
Oh.
Oh, good.
You'll be able to prescribe us some medicine
after we get heartburn from eating this.
[laughs]
I hope so.
[laughing]
[phone rings]
Oh man, so sorry, I gotta grab this.
Um...
Ok.
It's a work thing.
Sure.
Excuse me.
Go ahead.
Hey.
Are you still bringing my lunch?
Yes.
I mean no, I can't.
Do you have to go?
Who is that?
Did you dump me for another woman?
No.
Maybe.
Fincher, tell me all about her.
Who is she?
Nope.
Fincher.
I- look, there's nothing to tell right now but...
it's looking good.
I'll talk to you later.
Fine. Enjoy my lunch.
Oh yes, I will.
Bye. Bye, Hailey.
This was dropped off for you.
How intriguing.
What're you doing right now?
Well, Fincher just stood me up, so nothing.
Oh, good.
Do you wanna come see a three-bedroom Colonial with me?
Three bedrooms seems like a lot of house.
I know, but I figure if I'm gonna buy a house
I may as well buy one I can grow into.
You really hate packing.
So much.
I never wanna move again.
So you wanna go?
Hailey?
Sabrina, I'm gonna have to take a rain check.
Ok.
Numbers, names.
High profile names.
I'm betting this is a customer list for the forged paintings
and transit numbers for payment.
The fraud squad is gonna have a field day with this.
You cracked the hard drives.
As if you had any doubt.
Let me pull up the second drive.
It's just numbers on this one.
Looks like bank accounts.
That one seems to correspond with the deposits
into Simon's account.
It's payments for the forgeries.
So the other three are-
Equal.
But one of them goes dead about two years ago.
About the same time that Finn Hauser died.
So we can assume one of these is Victor's account
and the other must be another partner.
A partner who had the motive to get rid of both Victor and Finn.
I doubt these account numbers
will lead us to our mystery partner.
That transit number looks like the Cayman Islands.
We may not need these bank accounts.
This came to the office.
(Danny): Isn't that Deborah, the family friend?
She went to school with Victor
and she would have known Finn, as well.
An argument isn't proof of murder.
I finally found the car.
The one that belongs to the brick-thrower.
It's registered to a Vera Hamblin.
So it's a dead end.
You'd think so, until you look up Vera and discover
that she has a daughter.
A daughter by the name of Deborah Wilson.
So, I checked your travel records.
You travel a fair bit, going always to the same place.
Cayman Islands.
I'm sorry, Detective, did you drag me down here
to discuss my vacation preferences?
No, I dragged you down here to ask
if you killed Victor Bridgestone.
No. I did not.
But you were involved in an art forgery ring with him.
I don't know what you're talking about.
The trips to the Caymans just happen to coincide
with the large deposits to two account numbers,
although there used to be three of them.
Where did you get this?
Did you kill Finn Hauser, too?
Finn wasn't murdered.
Did Finn find out about the forgery rings,
you had to shut him up?
Maybe Victor wanted out, or you just got greedy.
You can't prove any of this.
I can prove your mother's car was seen fleeing the area
outside the gallery just after its window was shattered
by a brick.
That was a prank.
You mean a crime.
You were trying to scare Christy, why?
Did you want the gallery for yourself?
No.
Christy really doesn't know about the forgery ring,
does she?
The straighter you are with me the more I can help you.
No.
She doesn't know.
At least that's what Victor always told me.
I was just trying to scare her
so she would think that her life was in danger, too,
and she'd close the gallery.
I couldn't risk her finding out after Victor died.
She would have turned you in.
In a heartbeat.
She was always jealous of my friendship with Victor.
So you hoped by threatening her with this brick
she'd close the gallery for good.
That was the plan.
No one knew I was involved with the forgeries,
not even the artist, Simon.
No one else knows about my involvement with the forgeries,
not even the artist, Simon.
Because you used your interior design company
to broker the sales.
Exactly.
It had all started to be just too much for me.
I was trying to find a way out.
Is that what this argument with Victor was about
the day before he died?
These pictures.
This is impossible.
Like I said, Deborah.
I can't help you unless you're honest with me.
No, I'm being honest with you.
I don't know what these are but this never happened.
Deborah was completely confused about the photographs.
She really believes that conversation never happened.
Maybe she just doesn't remember.
I mean, it's possible she could have blocked out the memory
out of self-preservation,
but the rest of your interview
her behaviour was completely consistent.
How do you mean?
Well, she tried to evade your questions
then she tried to bluff her answers
but when you showed her the photographs
she dropped all the pretence and showed her true emotion.
Complete confusion.
Well, I can see why.
According to the credit card statement,
she was out of town the day before Victor's death.
It doesn't mean she didn't poison him.
But it does mean she couldn't have been here
for these photographs unless the date was changed.
I think you're right, Hailey.
Not about the date so much as the whole thing.
I think these photos were faked.
Someone's trying to throw us to Deborah.
And away from Christy.
We know Christy didn't leave you the photos,
she's been in our custody.
Then someone is helping Christy.
I think I know who.
Hey, Lawrence.
Hi Hailey.
You're a photographer, right?
Yes.
So you know how to manipulate photos,
Photoshop them?
I'm sorry, I've really gotta-
Did you drop off an envelope at my office earlier?
No.
I think you did.
And I think I know why.
You're in love with Christy, aren't you?
There's no shame in that,
but you did manipulate evidence in a police investigation.
I'm sorry, but Christy is innocent.
I know it.
Why didn't you go to the police?
They wouldn't listen to me.
You think they'd think you were the killer?
I knew that you'd respond to those photographs
and I had to get her outta there.
Ok, so I can charge Simon and Deborah with fraud,
I can charge Lawrence with interfering
with a criminal investigation, amongst other things,
but I can't charge any of them with murder.
And I can't place any of them in Portland
before Finn Hauser died.
So where are we at?
Maybe Christy didn't know about the forgeries but maybe she did.
Either way, it's hard to ignore that she's
the common denominator in the deaths of Finn and Victor.
But she isn't confessing, is she?
She won't talk to me.
Maybe she'll talk to you?
I know this must be confusing for you.
It's not confusing.
I know exactly what's going on.
I just don't know why.
How's she doing?
Watch her.
Tell me what's happening.
I'm being punished.
For what?
I don't know.
But it's probably best I'm here, then no one else will get hurt.
Do you think you're the reason why your husbands died?
Yes.
Why?
I told you, I'm- I'm being punished.
For what?
What do you mean?
Did your husbands die
because you feel you didn't deserve them?
No.
Of course not.
Then why do you feel like you're the reason?
I don't know.
How long have you felt this way?
I've always felt this way.
First it was Curtis, and then Finn,
and now Victor.
Who's Curtis?
What does it matter?
Don't you get it?
Everyone who loves me dies.
They're all dead.
It's my fault.
I am the one who killed them.
We got her.
(Danny): So she isn't gonna tell us who Curtis is?
I've already started checking all the deaths
under that name in Portland over Christy's lifetime.
Might take a while.
I can try again tomorrow.
Hey, you got her to confess to Finn and Victor,
that'll do for now.
I'm not sure she did confess, Danny.
I'm calling the D.A. first thing in the morning.
We've got her, Hailey.
It's all thanks to you.
So you got Christy to confess.
More or less.
I- I don't know how you do it, honestly.
Do what?
Well, you have a full practise
and you spend all this time helping the police.
Why?
People need help.
I- I guess I just worry that you can't let go
of your old way of life.
You mean that I can't let go of what happened to Will.
See, this is what happens
when you try to be subtle with a therapist.
Well, it's true.
I mean, I became a prosecutor
because of what happened with Will.
And a very good one, by all accounts.
I mean, if I couldn't bring Will's killer to justice
then at least I could prosecute those just like him.
But it took over my life.
Is that why you changed careers.
I suppose that's part of it.
But you can't stop yourself from getting involved
in police business so you're not healing.
Well, part of healing is confronting the truth.
Without truth there are always questions
and those questions hold us back,
keep us tethered to the past.
I may never find Will's killer.
I may never know why that gun was pointed at me,
but if I can give even one person
the closure I don't have then I will do whatever it takes.
That's noble.
And I will do whatever it takes to stay on your good side.
I think that's a wise move.
Sources predicting at this hour she will be charged
in the excruciating death of her husband,
that is, husband number one.
But wait, there's a husband number two,
also dead from the reports I'm getting right now,
eerily similar.
Could there be a third?
Well, it's slim pickings but I got you some of everything.
Thanks.
Oh, Christy's case is big news.
Atlanta's own black widow.
...Victor Bridgestone,
aka Christy, was just in the local intensive care unit
having been poisoned herself.
Are you alright?
I'm just a little preoccupied.
If it's Clyde...
No, why would it be Clyde?
I want you to know I'm not jealous.
I didn't think you were.
Good.
Wait, are you jealous?
I just said I wasn't.
I know.
It's just... he's so good at everything.
Is he?
He's a successful businessman, he knows art,
and he knows all about a time in your life
that you don't like to talk about.
I'm sorry that I don't talk more about Will.
It's something I need to work on.
I'm not forcing you to.
I know.
And I realize that it's hard to be shut out of
an important time in my life.
I just want you to feel like you can talk to me about Will.
Not that you have to.
I do. Thank you.
Well, now that I've told you what's on my mind,
how about you tell me what's on yours?
I may have encouraged a woman to confess to a crime
that I'm not entirely sure she committed.
Does Danny believe she did it?
Because of me he does.
I'm happy you're in such a good mood today, Nicole.
I am.
I feel like I have a whole future ahead of me.
I feel like I can finally let go of the past.
What changed?
You know, the world just seems to be righting itself.
Bad people getting their just desserts.
[laughs]
What's funny?
Just desserts.
You know, and he died from poisoned sweetener.
Victor Bridgestone.
Now Christy's going to prison for it.
How did you know about that?
It's all over the news.
Atlanta's black widow.
I love it.
No, how did you know about the sweetener?
That detail was not released to the press.
You know, you never told me your brother's name.
Haven't I?
Curtis.
His name was Curtis.
And the girlfriend who broke his heart?
You already know her name.
Christy.
Well, she went by Tina back then.
All this time it was you.
I never planned on telling anyone any of this.
But you understand.
You're different.
Nicole, you cannot let an innocent woman go to prison.
You have to tell the police what you've done.
No I don't.
Then I will.
You would never betray me.
Even if you wanted to you can't.
This is all covered under therapist patient privilege.
It's our secret.
Together.
You blamed Christy all these years for your brother's death?
Because it was her fault.
She left.
She broke his heart.
I lost the only person who cared about me.
I made sure no one could care about her, either.
So you killed Finn Hauser in Portland.
The same way as Victor.
Where did you get the arsenic?
You can get practically anything on the internet,
no questions asked.
Oh, this is fun.
What else do you wanna know?
You volunteered at the hospital in Portland, too.
Is that how you deleted the files and avoided the autopsy?
Portland was so easy, I knew I could keep doing it.
Whoever Tina married I'd take care of.
Then Tina became Christy and she moved to Atlanta,
marrying Victor Bridgestone.
It took me a year to find her.
But I did.
I even found a place to live near her.
Weren't you afraid she'd recognize you?
I was just a kid the last time she saw me.
So you were the one who broke in the gallery,
only you didn't steal anything.
You just put arsenic in his sweetener.
You almost killed Christy, too.
That would have been disappointing.
I don't want her dead I want her to suffer.
So why come to me?
Am I part of your plan?
Not at all.
I didn't know you were a District Attorney
until after a few sessions.
But I stayed because you really have helped me.
You understand me like no one ever has.
I understand loss.
I don't understand revenge.
But you will.
When you find your fiancé's killer
you'll know what you need to do.
You'll see.
So, what's next for you, Nicole?
[sighs]
I never thought it would be over,
but now that Christy's going to prison for two murders
she'll never be happy.
For the first time I can remember
I have a whole life ahead of me
and I have you to help me figure out what to do with it.
Thank you, Hailey.
Hey!
What's going on?
You're running like your life depends on it.
It's not my life I'm worried about.
You wanna talk about it?
I can't.
I can't tell you what's going on,
even though an innocent person may go to prison
for a crime they didn't commit I can't say anything.
Well then you can only hope the system will work it out.
Jonas, I used to be part of the system.
It doesn't usually work that way.
Whatcha looking at?
Or should I say "who"?
You just love to ask me questions I can't answer.
You know, Fincher, sometimes I miss investigating cases
for the D.A. with you.
Things were so simple then.
I don't know about simple, but today I'll give you boring.
I'm currently staking out this apartment in the extremely
unlikely event that the person in question will show up.
I say extremely unlikely because I just found out
that he's currently under surveillance
by another investigator all the way across town.
Hmm.
Good.
So you can talk.
Shouldn't you be at the office?
I cancelled my patients.
Something's wrong.
And I don't know how to fix it.
That doesn't sound like you.
So the dilemma,
either I do the right thing or I follow the law.
Those two things aren't usually different.
Exactly.
Sounds like you know something the cops don't.
I do.
Yeah, and most of the time it means
you can't tell 'em what it is.
And therein lies my dilemma.
You know what's so great about the law?
Oh, tell me, Fincher.
It's like a big old beautiful old tree.
Right?
The trunk us unyielding but the branches,
they- they sway and bend and move around.
It usually takes a violent action to break one.
That's very poetic.
I'm not sure how helpful it is.
Don't break the branch, Hailey.
Be the breeze that bends it.
Well, hello, fair Hailey.
What's with the good mood?
Seeing justice done makes me happy.
Then don't put the case against Christy
to the D. A. just yet.
And why is that?
You trust me, don't you?
More than anyone.
Then please.
I can't stall for very long.
Hailey, what's going on?
Don't ask, I can't tell you.
Are you in trouble?
No, but I need to see Christy.
Ok, but she's just been transferred to the court house.
That's perfect, actually.
I don't understand.
Look, Christy, I just pulled every favour I have left
to get you remanded in my custody.
I'm taking a huge risk here so no more questions,
just get in the car, alright?
Ok.
This is nice.
A session outdoors.
Think of it as a field trip.
I'm glad you're not angry with me.
I wasn't sure after the last session.
You're my patient.
Your well-being is my responsibility.
What is she doing out of jail?
The charges were dropped.
I didn't hear that on the news.
It just happened.
You're getting angry, Nicole.
Because Christy's supposed to be rotting in jail.
She's innocent.
The system was bound to see it eventually.
You brought me here on purpose.
I did.
I can't tell anyone what you've done.
All I can do is help you heal.
Let go of your anger, let go of your blame.
You've had your revenge, Nicole.
Christy has to live with her sadness
for the rest of her life.
It's time for you both to move on.
Do you want to?
Move on?
Yes.
Then forget Christy.
Just focus on your future.
I'm sorry, we're closed.
Tina?
You don't recognize me, do you?
Oh, I know you think I'm your neighbour,
I am, but I'm also someone you once knew.
Nicole.
Curtis's sister.
Nicole?
I- I haven't seen you since you were 12 years old.
So you do remember me.
And Curtis?
Of course I do.
Why wouldn't you tell me who you were?
You remember how you left my brother?
You remember how he died soon after?
Yeah, I remember.
You killed him.
Nicole, he had a heart condition.
And you leaving him was the last straw.
His heart broke.
I'm... so sorry that I left.
I left him but I was just- I was too young and he was sick.
It was too much for me to handle.
Is that true?
Oh, I regret it more than you would ever know.
I have never forgotten about him.
That didn't stop you from getting married again.
Twice.
And you didn't leave Finn or Victor
when they got ill, did you?
How do you know about that?
[laughing]
I thought about poisoning you too.
Just like I poisoned your poor, sad husbands.
But I wanna be there when you die.
I wanna see your face go blank.
Just like Curtis's.
Nicole, put the gun down.
Hailey, what're you doing here?
You told her?
I didn't.
Did you follow me?
Part of me hoped you would move on for your sake,
but I knew you couldn't let go of your anger.
You set me up.
You chose your own path, Nicole.
Well, I'm the one with the gun, Hailey.
And you still can't tell anyone what I've told you.
I don't need to.
You just confessed of your own free will.
Confessed to who?
To Tina?
She won't live to tell another soul.
And neither will you.
Ah, put the gun down!
Put it down!
Now! Now!
You're under arrest for the murders of Finn Hauser
and Victor Bridgestone,
and the attempted murder of Christy Bridgestone.
Christy, you did really well.
I- I didn't know.
All this time she- she'd been stalking me.
Murdering my husbands.
It's the only way she could
make sense of what happened to Curtis.
She needed you to suffer just like she suffered.
It's just it's- it's a bit overwhelming. I-
I know.
Just give me a call when you're ready to talk.
Thank you. I will.
Christy, we'll get that mic off you now.
You alright?
I'm ok.
Thanks to that wire we have a solid case against Nicole.
And I have a bunch of witnesses to opt to the D.A.
Thanks for trusting me, you guys.
Hey, when Hailey Dean springs a murder suspect out of jail,
then asks me to put a wire on her and set up surveillance
outside her art gallery, I'm not gonna say no.
I'm gonna remember that for next time.
Oh, no, no, no.
Please, don't tell me there's gonna be a next time.
I've been stress eating all day.
How is that any different from normal eating, Fincher?
You know, speaking of eating...
Are you kidding me?
Didn't you just have your midnight snack?
No.
Really?
Uh, yeah. I did.
[laughter]
Wait, wait, wait,
he really took you to a food truck on your first date?
It was actually my idea.
My kinda woman.
Ooh.
So how come you've never taken me
to one of these fabled food trucks?
Because I eat at them every day with Fincher and as much
as I love burritos there's a whole world of food
to enjoy with you, Jonas.
Alright, that's a pretty good answer.
That's a good save.
Really good save. I like it.
[laughing]
You guys want some parmesan and some uh...
Uh, chilli.
Chilli flakes?
I'm coming with you.
Ok.
I got my own.
Ok, ok.
So...
So.
I like her.
Yeah, I like her, too.
I'm happy for you, Finch.
I'm happy for you, too.
♪
We looked at each other at the same time.
Why are you so suspicious all of a sudden?
That's so sweet.
And I thought that was very sweet.
So there it is.
Well, thanks for the tour.
You're welcome.
Is this new?
Oh yeah, this- this just came in.
It's beautiful.
Thanks.
It was well worth the wait.
Hey guys, pizza's up.
Great. Good call.
The last time I watched the Wolverines
in the State championship
I was drinking apple juice instead of beer.
Game's about to start.
Hey, Wolverines, let's go!
Hey, Clyde, I just wanted to thank you for reintroducing me
to my old life.
In a good way, I hope.
In a good way.
Yeah.
Alright.
Give me some of this.
There you go.
Let's do this.
It's nice to feel like, you know,
this is what Will would be doing if he were here.
You know, Danny, I think I'm ready.
Ready for what?
To find Will's killer once and for all.
Ok, this is pretty and everything,
but why are we here?
You wanted to know more about my past.
I didn't think telling you
a bunch of random stories would help.
But this place is special?
This is where our group spent some of our best times.
It's where Will proposed to me.
Ah.
When was the last time you were here?
Right after he was killed.
This is where we spread his ashes.
Thanks for bringing me here, Hailey.
It means a lot.
So you want me to show you around?
I can take you to the site of the infamous
marshmallow incident of junior year.
I'll be happy to go wherever you wanna take me.
Are you cold?
No, I just...
Are you alright?
I just had a feeling that...
Do you wanna leave?
No, it's nothing.
Everything's good.