(classical violin song playing) ♪♪♪
- You think you can ignore me? - What are you doing here?
- That I'll just go away! - You can't be here.
- You cannot walk out on me! - I didn't walk out on you!
- We made plans! You made promises!
- What's going on in there? - You ruined my life.
Don't think I won't ruin yours. - Can you please just calm down
so we can talk about this? - Is everything alright?
- Everything's fine! (grunting)
- Shannon!
- Where'd she go? - You can't just come in here--
- Where is she?! - She left.
(tense music)
- What was that? Are you okay?
(mysterious music)
- Hey. Can I make you something to eat, baby?
- No, I'm good. - Do you want to talk about it?
- Nope. - Sidney...
- What? - Well, Mike and I told you
last night that we were engaged. I thought maybe you had
a multi-syllable response.
- Mike seems cool. Having him around will make me feel safe.
How's that? 13 syllables and a gerund.
- Alright. We talked about this. You are safe, okay?
I took Keith's pop gun away,
which he only borrowed to protect us.
- He wants to protect us?
Wow. Three years of AP English, and I finally understand irony.
- Please tell me the kitchen's open.
- Oh, for you, always, baby.
Some cereal? - I'm really happy for you, Mom.
Mike is awesome. - Thank you for saying that.
But I really want you to know that Mike is not going
to replace your father. He will be a good influence,
but your father will still be... (door opens)
- Hello! - ...incapable of knocking.
- Hi. - Hey.
- Hi, hi. Check it out.
- What is it? - See for yourself.
Open it up.
That right there is the original
factory walnut shifter for the TransAm.
- You're gonna finish restoring the TransAm? With him?
- Yeah, with him. It was our project.
Tell your sister how many liters are on that engine, how much horsepower.
(chuckling)
- Okay, it's, uh... it's been a while.
- Try forever.
- So you don't remember. You'll remember.
- Or learn for the first time.
It's ridiculous.
- Alright, come on. You remember, right?
- No, I... I do and I don't.
(door closing) Memories from before
are more like flashes and feelings than numbers.
(alarm blaring)
(tense music)
(Shannon): Why are you never there when I really need you?!
- Mrs. Steerman, what time did you get this voicemail from your daughter?
- Shannon left it at 8:15.
I called her when my shift ended, but she didn't pick up,
so I came over. I've been waiting for her ever since.
- She sounded pretty upset. Any idea why?
- Foster care, abused by my ex, me battling my demons.
You heard the message. I wasn't there for her.
- Tell me about her friends.
Was she in contact with her biological parents?
- When I adopted her, I was told they passed.
As for her friends, I wouldn't know.
We've been trying to reconnect, but it's been hard.
I hope to God you can find her.
Playing the violin. (chuckling)
I don't get it. All I know for sure is that music saved her life.
- I'm gonna send you a barcode from a lottery ticket,
see if you can find out where it was sold.
(camera clicking) - But... kids are wired
different than you. They're yours, but they're not you.
No matter how much you love them,
you never fully understand them.
- So the street side of the curtains are sun bleached
and the alarm's set for seven p.m.
so I think she worked nights somewhere in Lakeview.
Do you have any idea where she worked?
- Like I said, we've been estranged.
- How do you know the job was in Lakeview?
- Powerball.
Alright, so she bought lottery tickets here
between five and seven, presumably after work.
Maybe the owner knows where she works.
- You think Sidney's wired differently?
- Differently than what? - Than us.
- Well, Keith not remembering the car was definitely a surprise.
- The car's just an example, okay?
She can't accept him. I'm not wired that way.
(phone chiming) Alright, here we go.
Mike ran Shannon's financials, so apparently,
there's no payroll, no W2 records,
but between five and seven, it seems that she also
makes a weekly cash deposit of $400
at an ATM across the street. - $400, that's a rent check
and a bagel, no cream cheese.
- Yeah, no wonder she plays the lottery.
- Alright, the lottery is aspirational,
so she's aspiring to...
- Well, we know she wants to be a musician.
(soft music)
We're Detectives Batista and Grant.
Are you the one in charge of this place?
- That's right. Walter Peterson. - Hi, Walter.
Do you know a Shannon Steerman? - Of course. She works here.
Cleans the place in exchange for free studio time.
Is something wrong? Is she okay?
- When's the last time you saw her?
- Night before last.
- Did you notice anything unusual?
(man): We made plans! You made promises!
(Walter on tape): What's going on in there?
(man): You ruined my life. Don't think I won't ruin yours.
(Shannon): Please, can you just calm down so--
- No idea who he is.
Never saw him before, or since.
- Did she tell you anything about him?
- Not a word. She freaked out, ran off, left this behind.
- Alright, we need to look at your security footage.
- Don't have any. People who come here like their privacy.
- Then we're gonna need that recording.
- What's that gonna do? - I hate to break it to you,
but you're not the only one with unusual resources.
- Hey, I just sent you an audio file.
We're looking for a name on the male voice.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'll hold.
Um, okay, so Betty works for a software company
that develops speech recognition algorithms
for all of your favorite digital assistants.
They also have a massive database
of voice samples that we can run our suspect against,
because voice matches are nearly as dependable
as fingerprints these days. - Okay, I got a question.
What does Betty get out of the deal?
- Uh, 5,000 bucks. - Wow.
- Which I will put on my credit card,
because I need the Airline Miles for my trip to Machu Picchu.
It's our anniversary.
- I don't want to know this, but whose anniversary?
- Me and Pachacuti Inca Yupanqui.
It's our 563rd. - Oh. Oh, nice.
- I expect the precinct to reimburse me for the source,
and I will keep my Airline Miles. Yes?
- Hey. - Hey.
- How's Keith and Sidney? Thought they took the news well.
- They seemed fine to me this morning.
- Oh, so I guess you two didn't have the talk.
- The talk? - I was...
- Oh, you need a PT guy.
I got the guy, Tua, he's the best.
Remember in Miami when I threw you off the--
- Yes, I remember, and no, no, it's not about the PT guy,
it's about my need to hide the hide-a-key from people
who don't live at the house, but act like they do.
- Got it. - Oh my gosh, you're the best.
Can you send me the file? (chiming)
Oh, got it.
Alright, uh, voice matches a Rory Stanz.
He has a white collar sheet. Nothing recently.
It looks like he's gotten his life together.
- Okay, let's pick him up, see what he has to say about Shannon.
- It won't be much. Stanz was killed the night before last,
about an hour after they fought.
- What? (phone ringing)
- MPU.
- Okay, so they got in an argument,
he's dead, and now, she's missing.
That can't be a coincidence. - Call Homicide.
Get what they have on Stanz,
and then see if she meets their suspect profile.
- Yup.
- You know, in her bedroom, she left her wallet
and her cell phone. Why run without those things?
- Um, she didn't run, and if the hit off the alert I just got is accurate,
she's definitely not in hiding.
- So, you think you should be first chair and lead the orchestra?
- It's nothing personal.
- Challenging me for my job is very personal,
and I won't forget it. Even after you bomb.
- Shannon? Can we talk?
- Sure, but I'm not Shannon.
- You're not Shannon Steerman?
- Georgia LaCava. Shannon is my twin sister.
- Your twin? Oh...
- Is she okay?
- You only met three months ago? - That's right.
After Shannon saw me perform at Music in the Park.
- And before that, you had no idea that you had a twin sister?
- I was adopted when I was one.
Told I was an only child.
Where's my sister and how can I help you find her?
- His name is Rory Stanz. Do you recognize him?
- No. Who is he?
- We were hoping you could tell us.
- This was Stanz two nights ago.
(Rory): You think you can ignore me?
That I'll just go away? - You can't be in here.
- You cannot walk out on me! - I didn't walk out on you.
- We made plans! You made promises!
- One hour after this was recorded,
Rory Stanz was murdered. - Shannon could never do that.
- I thought you only just met.
- I was adopted into a loving family.
Our lived experience was very different.
But we are the same. I was given every opportunity.
My parents paid for the best tutors,
bought the best instruments... Shannon had none of that,
but still, we played almost note for note. It's who we are.
Yes, we just met, but no one knows her better,
and I know she didn't do it.
(knocking)
I hope it's alright I called my fiancé.
- Yeah, of course. Um, come on in.
(tense music)
- Um, I got an idea.
Maybe you can help us get into Shannon's phone.
- How? I don't know the password.
- I know, but you're the same person.
You are the password. Do you mind?
- Oh.
- Hey, Rachel, comma.
Just hanging out with my friend from the lake, period.
No, that's... Um...
Me again, period.
And my friend from the lake, period.
His nasal aperture is steepled, FYI, period.
Helps me know that he has a narrow nose, period.
Pretty cool, huh, question mark.
Oh God, um...
This is C, period. From the MPU, period.
In case you wanted to, you know, call me back, comma.
But you don't have to, ellipses.
- Are you asking for a date or a mercy killing?
- God, I would take either at this point.
- Give me this. (sighing)
Hey, Rachel. Want to grab lunch? Boom. Done.
- It can't be that easy. - I mean, it depends
if she thinks you're pitiable or pathetic, so...
Now can we get to work please?
- I am working. On Yorick.
- Alas, poor Yorick has to wait. Uh, Shannon Steerman's phone.
We need to download everything off of it.
Um, emails, texts, the last websites that she visited.
Her last contact was 16 hours ago,
so we're running out of time.
- Spoke to Homicide. I gave them the hair brush
that Jay found at Shannon's apartment to run against the hair that we found on Stanz.
Digital microscopy matches color and cortical texture.
It's not proof, but the gun's definitely smoking.
- So our missing person just became the prime suspect in a murder.
- Yup.
(Nikki sighing)
- Who do I tell first?
The grieving mom or the agonized sister?
- E-mails are a tale of woe.
She couldn't pay her rent. Water bill's overdue. Man...
(phone vibrating) Oof.
- Looks like I'm pitiable. Rachel, hi!
Yeah, I'm sorry about all the messages...
Yeah no, everyone always does miss the steepled aperture.
(chuckling) Uh, lunch?
No, I mean, usually I just have lunch at my desk, so...
Okay. Um, lunch at my desk it is. Um...
- Oh, this is terrible.
- I know, I can't believe she said yes.
- No, not you. In her Notes app.
- More tales of woe? - Try full-on tragedy.
"Dear Mom, it's not your fault.
I always thought I was unlucky,
I just didn't realize how unlucky until I met Georgia.
The world doesn't need both of us,
only the better version. So I'm leaving.
Going to the only place where I could imagine having everything.
The only place that brought me peace and happiness.
Don't be sad. It's better this way. Shannon."
She wrote this yesterday before she called her mom, but she never sent it.
- Could be she was having second thoughts?
- Either way, we gotta find out where she found
peace and happiness, and we're gonna need their help.
- I'm so sorry that you had to read that.
Our hope is that Shannon reconsidered.
- Why would she ever consider this?
- Well, I know you don't think that she had anything to do
with Rory Stanz's murder, but if she did,
that might be something she couldn't live with.
- You think my sister killed him?
- All that really matters right now is that we find
Shannon before she does anything,
and we can't do that without your help.
- Anything in that letter? Something you recognize?
- Maybe, I-I don't know.
At Music in the Park, the conductor always welcomed
the audience to what he called "Nature's Concert Hall."
- Music in the Park. That's where you guys first met, yeah?
- She said it was her happy place.
(violin playing)
(violin music continues)
(Nikki): Shannon's body was brought to the morgue last night.
Rachel's doing the autopsy today.
- Oh, then maybe she'll have to work through lunch.
- You know, the injuries were pretty significant.
I don't want Shannon's mom to see her that way,
so I asked Rachel to bring you the autopsy photos
to touch up when you get to work.
- Oh, I'm at work, actually. Me and Yorick.
- Now? It's 7:15. Who's Yorick?
(door opens) - It's the John Doe
that I pulled out of the lake.
I should have something for you on him pretty soon.
- Okay, great. - Come on, come on,
are we doing this or what? - Keith is ready. Sid?
Your guess is as good as mine.
- Alright, I want to talk to Sid.
- No, no, no. You should be with Keith, okay?
It's your project. And after I'm done,
we have to talk about hiding the hide-a-key.
- Does 300 horsepower mean it's getting pulled by 300 horses?
- That'd be amazing. You, me, and 300 horses.
- Like a chariot. (knocking)
- Sid?
- You're giving him the car this morning, aren't you?
- And clearly that upsets you, and I need you to tell me why.
- My brother loved that car.
- If this is about questioning who he is, it's done. It's over.
We tested him, and he passed, okay?
Come on, this is important.
I want you to go downstairs and be a part of it.
And I'm not asking.
- Mom, I can't right now, I'm sorry.
- Want to do the honors? - Hell yeah.
- Good.
Alright, settle in, hands on the wheel.
Feel it a little bit. How's it feel?
- It feels amazing. - Good, good.
Congratulations, it's yours. - Are you serious?
- Yeah! - You're kidding.
- No, I'm not kidding. We built it together, come on.
- Thank you. - Come on. Of course, buddy.
Enjoy it.
- I... I could see it bothered you
when I didn't remember the liters or the horsepower.
But I remember how I felt working on it with you.
I know it was one of the best times of my life.
- Yeah, you and me both.
I'm gonna go to work, come back,
and we'll go for a drive, alright?
- On the off chance that I can't wait that long,
would it be okay if Oliver takes me for a drive after school?
- Who's Oliver? - The kid from group therapy.
We've become friends. He's a super nice guy. Totally responsible.
- Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm.
Okay.
- I thought the computer did all the work, but you got skills.
- Yeah, I got mad skills with people who don't talk back.
Not so much with people who have, you know, flesh.
- Have dinner with me.
I know places where the food is actually edible.
- I, um... I would, but I just, um...
- Forget it, it's fine.
- No, it's just I said that I would get Shannon done.
- Did you know that disturbances in glucose metabolism
are associated with suicidal ideation?
- It might take a while, you know, that's why...
- Shannon's medical file indicates that she's diabetic,
but during her autopsy, I saw she wasn't wearing an insulin pump,
so her sugar must have been out of whack when she jumped.
You're not the only one more comfortable with people who can't talk.
Although, I gotta say, you take it to a crazy extreme.
- The blood. Do you see, on her face?
There are two layers. Look.
I can't believe I didn't see it before.
I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to like not make eye contact with you.
Thank you, and I'm sorry.
- For what? It's a long list.
- For correcting you about Shannon.
You're wrong about how she died.
- The medical examiner's autopsy concluded that Shannon committed suicide.
As soon as you identify the body,
she will be released to next of kin.
- I've already made the funeral arrangements.
- You have? - Yeah, as her next of kin.
- I'm her mother! - A lot of good that did her.
- Hey, hey, hey, let's just calm down, alright? Take a breath.
- If you ask me, everyone's too calm.
My sister's death may be ruled a suicide,
but we both know she killed her.
- Baby, we know that you're upset--
- I'm not upset, I am livid.
A sweet, decent woman is dead,
and someone has to be held to account for that.
- I did the best I could.
- You let your husband abuse her.
You sat there with a needle in your arm and did nothing.
- Georgia... - Do you have any idea
how talented she was?
I'm auditioning for first chair today,
a dream I've had since I was six, and with all my advantages,
I may not make it.
But Shannon with nothing
would pass with flying colors.
- Honey. - What? It's true.
- I know. I'm on your side, but this isn't the time or place.
Come on, let's go for a walk.
- Linda, I'm sure she didn't mean it.
- She should. 'Cause it's true.
I didn't kill my daughter,
but she committed suicide because of me.
- No, she didn't. Shannon didn't commit suicide.
She was murdered.
This is what Shannon looked like when she was found.
Using an algorithm that I created as a summer intern at NASA,
which, until this moment, was classified,
this is what she looked like before she fell.
- You say there was blood on top of her blood.
- Yes, which is my cue to admit that I got it wrong
because I didn't take into account postmortem bleeding,
or do an internship at NASA.
- People bleed after they die? - Yeah, they do.
I actually once did an autopsy study
of 64 cases of asphyxic deaths
to determine the amount of bleeding that happens postmortem,
which I can tell that absolutely no one in this room cares about,
but it is how I learned that she died before she went into the ravine.
The blow to her head that killed her,
that created that first layer of that blood mask,
and there was a second layer mask that was caused
when she hit the rocks hours after her death.
- So this wasn't just a body dump,
it was also an attempt to hide the cause of death.
- Hey. Homicide pulled warrants for Stanz's financials.
They didn't flag this transaction as suspicious,
but I think we all know what it is.
The wire transfer is traceable
to an account held by Georgia LaCava.
- Uh-huh. And Georgia said that she had no idea who Stanz was.
- Yeah. - And if she did,
did Georgia know that he was threatening her sister?
- I mean, for all we know, Georgia wasn't thrilled
to discover that she had a twin sister.
Could it be that she paid Stanz to scare her away?
- Okay, so we thought that Shannon killed Rory,
now we gotta figure out who murdered them both.
- I think we should go see Georgia
and see if she's got the answers.
(sighing) - Well, that was embarrassing.
- Oh. - After screwing me in public,
the least you can do is buy me dinner.
- Oh... No, I mean, I didn't mean to embarrass you,
I was just trying to... It was just like a theory.
- It's all good, it's all good.
When you're right, you're right. - Okay.
- So... Tempo at eight?
- Okay. (clears throat)
(Rachel chuckling) Yeah. That...
- Oh, don't, don't, don't pop a blood vessel.
- Hi. - You're gonna be fine,
and I have exactly what you need.
- Okay. - As long as you're not allergic
to sunflower seeds.
(chuckling) - Dear God, dude.
I can feel that on my Jimmies, can you feel that?
- I feel something. I'm not sure what.
- Okay, what's the deal? You just inherited a primo car,
and you're sulking like a wounded beagle.
- I guess I should be thrilled. I just feel guilty.
- Let me guess, you're unworthy.
You don't deserve this car,
and other textbook victim pathologies.
- Victim pathologies? - Yeah. It's all armor.
You've built it up over time to protect yourself
from getting hurt. You deserve this car. We deserve this car.
- What if I said I wasn't a victim?
- I'd say you're in denial.
(engine revving)
- No, I mean, if I hadn't been honest with you, what would you say?
(engines revving)
- Oh, we have to wipe the floor with them.
Come on, how about a little less beagle, a little more Mad Max?
- Yeah. Let's live a little.
(revving)
(tires screeching)
(laughing)
- Whoa!
(upbeat music)
(laughing)
- Come on!
- Oh!
(tires screeching)
Well, we wanted more Mad Max.
- My parents are gonna kill me.
(doorbell ringing)
- Do you think she has a hide-a-key?
- No, and if she does, I bet you know where it is.
(doorbell ringing)
Ah, she's not home.
And no, we're not going in without a warrant.
- Can't get a warrant without probable cause, right?
Can't go in somebody's house to find probable cause
without a warrant, so what do you do?
Put on gloves.
(chuckling)
(clears throat) - About the hide-a-key...
- I get it, Nik. You want me to knock.
- Jay, Mike is moving in, okay?
Not today or next week, but soon.
- What does that mean?
It's not about knocking, you don't want me to show up at all?
- That's not what I'm saying. - Well, I don't get it.
- It's about a schedule. Okay, will the kids be with you
at your place? Or will they be with me at mine?
- You mean yours and Mike's.
You gotta understand, it is very difficult for me
to imagine Mike helping the kids with homework.
It's difficult for me to imagine them doing anything with me not there.
Okay? It's not easy. That's it, it's not easy.
- Are you talking about him with the kids or him with me?
- Neither is particularly easy, okay?
Okay, here's something. Awards. Photos.
Doesn't seem odd to you to throw this stuff away?
- Not as odd as this. There's enough bleach in here to disinfect a sperm bank.
- Right, or a crime scene.
- Looks like we just found our probable cause.
(violin playing)
- Very nice, thank you. We'll let you know.
- Break a string.
- Hey, forget her. Just focus.
Shannon would've wanted you to ace this.
- I'll be performing Paganini's Caprice #24 in A Minor.
(classical violin music)
- Two toned floor. There was a rug here.
- Alright, kill the lights.
(violin music continues)
Traces of blood.
- Well, we know Shannon was killed before she was thrown in the ravine.
Now we know where.
- We just don't know why Georgia killed her sister.
- The personal items in the garbage,
you're right. It is odd.
- So?
- So maybe Georgia didn't kill her sister.
Maybe we've been looking at this all wrong.
Linda, I need to ask you some painful questions about your ex.
You said that he abused Shannon, right?
- I did. But I told you he's dead.
Whoever did this to my girl--
- I know that he couldn't have done it, but when he hurt her,
did you ever have to take her to the ER because of it?
- He broke her arm twice. I took her to the ER for that.
- Which arm was it?
- Her left. Here. Both times.
- Hey, I just pinged Georgia's phone.
Her and the boyfriend are both at Orchestra Hall.
- For her audition. - Mm-hmm.
- Kemi? - Yeah?
- Have C pull Shannon's autopsy X-rays, okay?
I need him to call me when he has them.
- Okay.
- I can't believe it!
(laughing) - You blew them away!
They promoted you so quickly, I almost feel sorry for Ingrid.
- It's incredible. Me, first chair violinist
of a Big Five orchestra. You have no idea how insane that is.
- Ah, it's not insane at all.
I know how hard you work and you deserve this.
- I'm so happy right now.
I know I shouldn't be, after what happened to Shannon.
- What happened to her is terrible,
and I hope whoever did it rots in jail, but...
You had nothing to do with that, okay?
Now repeat after me. (clears throat)
I, Georgia LaCava...
Go on.
- I, Georgia LaCava...
- Am the first chair violinist of the Philadelphia Orchestra.
- There, how's that sound?
- Like I'm finally where I belong.
- This right here is some vim in your vigor.
(chuckling)
- I don't like vim.
People with vim scare me.
- Yeah, they also get dates. - I have a date.
- Sunflowers, honey, cinnamon, and some instructions.
It's a ritual love bath. But before you take it...
- I'm not going to. - ...you need to get Shannon's
autopsy X-rays from Rachel and then call Nikki.
It's starting to look familiar. Nice work.
- Hey, Kemi, um...
What's it like, having vim?
- Uh, it's very much... me.
- I just wish I had been nicer to her. She was so lonely.
- She showed up out of the blue and asked you to arrange
an audition with the orchestra. An audition people spend
their entire life hoping to get, like she was entitled to it.
- In a way, she was. At least as entitled as me.
It was her dream, our dream.
I'm still wrapping my head around that one.
Two strangers who want the exact same thing.
Like you.
I bet she loved you too.
(scoffs) - I highly doubt that.
- You're gorgeous, smart, successful...
A great kisser.
Who wouldn't love you? I know I do.
(giggling)
What is it? - Nothing. I love you too.
(tense music)
(sirens blaring)
- C, talk to me.
- I'm looking at the autopsy X-rays.
- Okay, for Shannon Steerman, right?
It's her name on the X-rays.
- Yeah, it's clearly marked it's her.
- I need you to look at her left arm, okay? Her humerus.
- Okay, I got that in front of me. What am I looking for?
- Evidence of an old break, a fracture line, greater bone density, anything.
- No. This arm's never been broken. Why do you ask?
- Because Shannon Steerman broke her humerus twice.
- Then why wouldn't it show up on the X-ray?
- Because those aren't Shannon's X-rays, those are Georgia's.
- These... These are the autopsy X-rays of the woman
who was at the bottom of the ravine.
- Just call the DA right now,
have her issue an arrest warrant for Shannon Steerman
in connection with the murder of her sister, Georgia LaCava.
- I made a reservation at The Landing to celebrate.
- Well, we are celebrating. At least I am.
(chuckling)
- I don't know what it is, but this feels... off.
- Well then, I'll just have to work a little bit harder.
I dare you to tell me this feels off.
(beeping)
- What's this? - Uh, it's nothing.
- It's attached to you. - I went to the doctor.
It turns out I'm diabetic. I would've told you sooner,
but between Shannon and the audition...
It's an insulin pump, a lot of people have them.
- Oh, my God. I can't believe I didn't see it sooner.
I knew something wasn't right, but this is insane.
You're insane! - Wait! Where are you going?!
- You killed her, didn't you? - She was cheating on you.
She doesn't care about you the way that I do.
- Ah, get off me, Shannon!
(grunting)
- My name is Georgia LaCava!
(tires screeching)
(screaming)
- Out of the car.
- Hey.
- Out of the car!
Good, hands on the hood. Hands on the hood.
You're under arrest for the murder of your sister, Georgia LaCava. Come on.
- I first saw Georgia at a Music in the Park concert
three months ago.
I couldn't believe it.
Not only that I had a sister, but...
this sister, a sister who was everything I wanted to be.
- And you hated her for that? - Hated her? I loved her.
I was obsessed with her. I followed her,
I saw where she lived, where she worked.
I... watched her with Luke. - You stalked her.
- Yeah. And because I did, I learned she had a secret.
- Rory Stanz.
- She was cheating on Luke with him.
God knows why.
I wanted to live in her world,
and maybe she wanted to slum it in mine.
After she broke it off, Rory threatened to tell Luke.
She paid him to go away. But he didn't.
He just asked for more. When she finally refused,
he lost it.
- The tape that we heard of him threatening you.
He followed you to the studio thinking you were Georgia, then.
- I wanted her to love me the way that I loved her.
I wanted to be a part of her life, her world.
I thought if I solved her problem, she'd let me in.
- And your idea of solving her problem was killing Stanz?
- And when Georgia didn't let you in,
and she was horrified by what you did,
maybe threatened to tell the police, you killed her.
- Georgia and me, we were the same person,
but because of a random decision at a foster home
when we were babies, she got everything and I got nothing.
What she had, I... deserved it as much as her!
I wanted it as badly. I worked as hard to get it.
But the only way I could was by doing what I did,
so no, I didn't kill my sister, I took what was rightfully mine.
- Baby. - Hey, Linda. Linda!
- I thought you were gone! - Linda.
- Whatever you did, I'm here for you,
I'm not going anywhere. - Linda, she knows that, okay?
She does. But you have to let her go.
- All this time, she was right in front of me and I didn't see her?
Didn't recognize my own child?
- You can't blame yourself.
When it comes to our children,
we see what we want to see. Trust me, I know.
- You never should've let me drive.
- Now you tell me. - Be honest, why did you?
- I'm confused. What happened to "feeling it in my Jimmies"?
- You were held for six years,
and you still trust people? Who does that?
- What about you? You're not exactly a poster child for victim pathologies.
I mean, where's your armor? How come you're not self-protective?
- I tell people I escaped. - Didn't you?
- Yeah, I did. But... there was someone else who didn't.
He was with me the last year. We were supposed to go together.
When it was time, she was with him.
I still think I should've waited.
I know he would've waited for me.
- Seriously?
- She go on the wall or not?
- Well, it's a wall of found people. She's been found.
It's not our fault she belongs in a Hitchcock movie.
- Oh, I called your PT guy, told him I knew you.
- Oh yeah? - He still agreed
to meet with me anyway.
It's the hide-a-key? - Put it wherever you want.
Don't ask Nik, though, because I know all her spots.
- It'll be under the red pot.
- Maybe you don't understand the principle of the hide-a-key,
it's to hide the key... from me.
- Look, Sid and Keith need you.
Sometimes you can give them what they need and still knock.
This is for when you can't.
- Red pot. - Yeah.
(laughing)
- You make it very difficult for me to hate you.
(water running)
(soft music)
♪ From the second I saw you
♪ I've been falling
♪ In that space between the moment and the ground ♪
- Vim's good.
You could use some vim.
(exhales)
♪ Now I'm dying to be somewhere, somewhere, somewhere ♪
♪ In your universe
- Drag racing?! - I know, I'm sorry.
- You know that people die drag racing? You could've died!
- It was my idea, so my fault.
- I could've told him not to do it.
It's just as much my fault as his.
- Nik, it's my fault because--
- This is not helping! You're not helping!
- Okay. I just wanted him to have a good time.
- Uh, I guess we're all to blame.
- You are to blame.
You're also unhurt,
which is all that I really care about. That you're okay.
- That's it? That's your take home?
He crashes my brother's car, and all you can say is,
"Thank God you're okay?"
- Get upstairs. - Oh, so now you're mad at me?
- That doesn't even begin to explain it.
- Finally, something we agree on.
♪ Oh darling, if I could just hold you ♪
♪ I'd give it all to just know you ♪
♪ Leave it behind in a second as long as you're there ♪
♪ I don't care, just want to be somewhere ♪
♪ Somewhere, somewhere
♪ In your universe
- Hey! Come in! What's going on?
- I followed the instructions, I did!
- Okay, it's okay.
- I just don't have it!
Vim, and I just want it so bad.
♪ I crashed back down and breathing hurts ♪
♪ My heart's a million miles away from Earth ♪
♪ In your universe
♪ I just want, just wanna be there ♪
♪ Just want, just wanna be there ♪
♪ Just wanna be somewhere in your universe ♪♪
- Your sister really hates your guts.
- Yeah, she does.
My parents don't understand why.
- But you do?
- It meant a lot to me,
hearing you open up about that boy that you were held with.
Sharing that... made me feel like I can trust you.
- I feel the same.
- You told me your secret truth.
Now I'm gonna tell you mine.
You're not the only one who left someone behind.
- Do you have any idea why I'm so mad at you?
Can you get past yourself
long enough to put yourself in my shoes?
Or your father's?
For six years, we have fantasized
about getting our family back together, and not once,
not one time did I imagine that when that happened,
it would freak out our daughter.
- If there's something that you're not telling us,
some deep, dark secret, something about Keith that you're holding back,
now's the time, please.
- You want me to tell you my secret?
- You're gonna feel better if you do, okay?
- I really don't think so. - Look at you.
It's obviously eating you up.
Tell us, and you'll feel better, okay?
And we will not get mad, right? - Right.
- So just tell us.
- Okay. Screw it.
The reason why I put locks on my door
and I don't call him Keith...
and the reason why I resent him for being able to drive a car
that my brother loved and adored is because he is not my brother.
- Okay, we know that you feel that way,
but how can you possibly be so sure?
- Because I killed my brother.
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