Thanks for the, uh, ride to the library, mom.
I know it was uncool of dad to ask you to at the last minute.
No, I was just happy to get the call.
If I ask you something, could you just say "yes"
without, you know, making a big deal out it?
I like how you just assumed that I'd say yes.
Well, we're doing a video essay for social studies,
and I'm supposed to follow around
one of my parents at work, see what they do,
and, uh, you know, how they contribute to society and...
And you chose me, not your dad?
I chose your job over dad's.
Dad's job is just boring. At least yours has dead bodies.
Actually, it's a lot more complicated than that,
and not really a place where you can run around with a camera.
- You're saying no? - No! No, I'm not saying no,
but it's important for you to understand what we do there.
It's import... exactly! So I'll see you tomorrow.
Uh... La... you're... Lacey... Thanks, mom.
Lace?
Megan Hunt, M.E.
Where's bud?
Bud's got court upstate. I'm rolling solo on this one.
Looks like a homeless man found more than he bargained for.
Glad you're here. Now we can start digging.
Wait, hold on.
What do you see?
Peter, try the foot.
It's gonna be a long day.
Yes, it is.
Okay, everybody, listen up.
Our victim has been dismembered.
We're gonna have to excavate this entire area.
All right. Let's get to it.
All right, you're gonna have to quadrant this off.
Is that what I think it is?
Mayor's office wants to know if we have one body in pieces
or multiple bodies
and a serial killer on the loose.
I guess we'll find out together.
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let's run through what we have so far.
Only 5% of the population is AB-positive.
Both the hand and the foot
exhibit signs of severe rheumatoid arthritis.
So we are dealing with one victim, male, Caucasian,
probably in his 50s.
See these fractures?
Something heavy dropped on this man's foot a few years ago.
All five metatarsals were broken in a straight line.
Everything below the line crushed. Above it, unaffected.
It's exactly the injury you'd expect to see
if he was wearing steel-toed boots.
That, and these spot scars are consistent with metal spatter.
He was a welder, probably construction,
until the arthritis impaired him.
Yeah, but how do you get "sunglasses"
from a hand and foot?
Many longtime welders develop arc burn.
The ultraviolet radiation
coming from the electric arc welding
can cause severe sensitivity to light over time.
Ergo, sunglasses.
What is that?
It's a stamp.
Some kind of circle with a... a paladin.
It's from the winner's lounge at the Canyon Creek casino.
I play a mean game of hold'em.
If our guy was there, they've got tape on him.
I know you don't want me to roll up to the Canyon Creek and say,
"I wanna see video footage of a white man with a limp."
And sunglasses.
Maybe I can help you. I know the general manager.
Like I said, mean game of hold'em.
Yeah, we use that stamp for mondays.
What you're seeing is
everyone who came in and out of the lounge this past Monday.
There. Stop. That's him.
That's Cal.
- Cal got a last name? - Don't know it.
He refuses to get a players' club card.
He's a grinder, mostly low-limit Blackjack,
until last week.
Got on one of those once-in-a-lifetime streaks.
By the time it was over, cashed out over 25 grand.
- Wow. - Yeah. Generous winner, too.
Who's she?
That's, uh, Wendy.
Likes to chat up the winners before they cash out.
Talk about a fool and his money.
Well, it's her mission to part them.
What is this?
It could be pus
from some kind of bacterial infection.
I don't see an infection site.
Lacey's coming to watch you work,
- and you drew up a schedule? - She'll be here in two hours.
She's going to interview each one of you.
I've drawn up a list of questions
- that I thought she might like to ask. - And did you draw up our answers, too?
I'm not a complete control freak.
Just be on your best behavior and hide the gory stuff.
That's kinda hard to do in a morgue.
She will be confined to the lab and the break room.
Your job is to answer her questions and make me look good.
So you want us to lie?
I don't see how this plan could possibly fail, Megan.
Hey, it looks like yogurt...
With leaves in it.
Show me that slide.
Give me your finger.
Cilantro.
There's a Greek restaurant two blocks from the crime scene.
Can I have my hand back now?
Thanks.
Yeah, I took him to the lounge. He bought me champagne.
He was a real gentleman. Why?
He have a last name?
It didn't come up.
We have you on tape, Wendy. Where'd you go after you left?
Back to his place? Things get a little too exciting?
I don't know what you're talking about.
Cal's dead.
You know anything, now's the time.
He wanted to leave before he spent any more of his winnings.
I tried to talk him back.
Last I saw him, he was gettin' in some guy's car.
- Some guy's car? - It was dark.
The car was dark. Black. A sports car maybe.
The guy, he had a good grip on Cal's arm.
That's all I can tell ya.
So our welder won big-time
at the casino on Monday,
flashed his cash around,
and then drove off in a sports car
- with some mystery man. - And five days later,
someone turned him into a human Jigsaw.
Empty.
- This one's empty, too. - Lacey's gonna be at the office soon.
Let's just talk to the owner, find out who picks up the trash.
Whoa. Hey. Hey, nice puppy.
Yes!
Ooh.
Megan...
We've got two more body parts...
A knee and a thigh.
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This incision is either A.C.L. Reconstruction
or, if we're lucky, knee replacement surgery.
I'm seeing well-healed keloidal scars on the thigh,
almost like branding.
Is it his initials? We still need an I.D.
Mm. Good news. Knee replacement surgery.
Yes! I opened it up and gave Peter the serial number
- I found on the replacement part. - Great.
Curtis, you see if you can find the source of those brand marks. - Will do.
What do you want me to do? You're going to the dump to look for more body parts.
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
I-I'm the one who found the knee and thigh.
Why... why I don't have to go dig through the dump?
Why don't you send Curtis? Well, clearly, you're good at it.
Look, somebody cut this guy up into little pieces
and threw him away like yesterday's trash.
The rest of him is probably still at the dump.
I want him whole. Nobody deserves to end up like that.
- Yes, doctor. - Thank you.
Hi, mom.
Oh! Lace? I wasn't expecting you for an hour.
- Dad dropped me off early. - Right.
Is that a body? 'Cause that's exactly the kind of stuff
I should be getting on camera.
O-okay, all right. Camera off. Camera off. My office. Now.
Eww! What is that?
Nothing. Nothing.
Okay.
All right... Here are the rules.
I've drawn up a map of the office
and marked on the areas
where you can and definitely cannot go.
I've arranged for everyone to speak with you for...
A half an hour.
Here is your schedule, and here is a list of questions
- that I thought you might wanna ask. - Mom, what are you doing?
There will be no filming of bodies or body parts
or bodies under sheets or bodies period.
What I want you to understand is these are people,
and we respect them at all times.
- I'm supposed to do all of this myself. - I know, but I...
Your first interview is Dr. Murphy, right down the hall.
Bad time?
No, fine. What's up?
I tracked down the serial number of that knee.
That particular joint was installed one year ago
in the knee of Callum Shane O'Donnell,
- widowed, age 59. - We have a name.
- We have a name. - But no address. How can somebody have knee surgery
- and not leave an address? - All billing was sent to a Mr. Dean Avery.
Son-in-law. He's married to Cal's daughter Jenny.
They live five minutes away.
Yeah, that's him.
I know this is very difficult.
Are you sure?
The scars? It's from the Ben Franklin bridge.
His broken toes?
The Rouse Tower.
A cement mixer fell on his foot.
It sounds like he had a rough life.
He didn't think so. He loved it.
He loved building things.
He loved sitting on a steel girder
1,000 feet in the air,
eating his lunch over the city that he helped to build.
He used to take me up there with him.
I loved it, too.
W-why would someone do this to him?
When was the last time you saw him?
I haven't seen him since his knee surgery.
We spoke on the phone every once in a while, but...
He and Dean didn't really get along.
That right, Mr. Avery?
Money's tight. He always had his hand out.
He needed us, and we weren't there for him!
Your father won big
at Canyon Creek Casino last week.
He was last seen with a man in a black sports car.
That ring any bells?
Wait a sec. How much money are we talking about? - 25 grand.
Aw, that's just great.
- Is that a problem? - He comes around last year
and says his insurance won't pay for his knee surgery.
Could we foot the bill? So I tell him to mortgage his home.
That's when I find out, he didn't even own the place.
He's been there 30 years on rent control,
and I'm paying for his new knee?
All right, your mom said to answer all your questions,
so fire away. Who are you and what do you do?
My name is Kate Murphy. I'm the chief medical examiner.
I oversee an office of 50-some people,
including medical examiners, fellows,
investigators, and staff.
You're my mom's boss? Yes. I hired her.
So what you say overrules what she says?
Technically, yeah. Can you show me a dead body?
Th... uh, that... that's a little forward.
Does that mean yes?
That means let's stick to the script.
Uh... "How would you describe my mother?"
Um, I think it's safe to say that your mother is...
Determined to be the best at what she does.
She's very committed to the job. So what you're saying is,
even when my mom's not in charge, she's still in charge.
In this case, you better believe it.
Whoa.
Nice digs for a construction worker.
You're the ones who called about Cal.
You the landlord?
Uh, owner.
Mike Walsh.
What happened to him?
What makes you think something happened to him?
Well, you're here, for one.
And, uh, I usually get a call from Cal, like, once a day.
The sink's leaking, garbage disposal doesn't work.
But, uh, last few days, nothing.
Uh, anything else I can help you with? We'll let you know.
Oh.
Nice.
How's it going in here?
How's it going out there?
Your daughter's a lot like you. Is that good or bad?
Amusing.
Don't worry. I stuck to your questions.
Callum Shane O'Donnell. Fellow Irishman.
- Do we know anything more? - Well...
Unless he was injected with water...
He was frozen?
Huh.
No sign of struggle.
Nothing amiss except a leaky bathroom faucet.
Yeah?
Check the freezer.
What?
Check the freezer.
Now.
Sam?
I think we just found the rest of Callum Shane O'Donnell.
I got an even dozen, Sam.
Over here. So far. When you finish taking every body part
out of the freezer, it needs to be catalogued.
I'm also gonna need you guys to photograph each piece,
both in and out of its wrapping.
- You want me to unwrap 'em now? - No, let's wait for the M.E.
We think this is almost all of him.
"Almost"?
We're missing the head.
Who would do something like this?
I need you to stay outside, Mr. Walsh.
And I also wanna talk to your tenants,
so a list of names would be helpful.
Sure. S-sure.
Somebody cuts a man up, throws half of him in a dumpster,
and the other half on ice.
Hmm.
You have a theory?
No.
Come with me.
All right, so this is where he was cut up.
Whoever did it did a hell of a clean-up job.
I think he missed a spot.
All right, guys, we're gonna take these drains apart.
Sink, too.
Let's go talk to the neighbors.
You can't have the Philly chainsaw massacre
going on next door and not hear something.
We didn't hear a thing, but then we wouldn't have.
Why is that?
When we moved in,
Cal would turn up his TV so loud, it always wakes the baby.
We had to get the whole place soundproofed.
What about you, Mr. Ling?
You and Cal get along?
I barely knew the guy except to say hello.
You seem a little anxious.
Someone chopped up a body right next door.
Why don't you find the guy instead of bothering us?
Across the street!
I'm sorry. You can't come in here, ma'am.
A crime has been committed.
That's terrible.
Can you tell me what happened?
That's all I can say right now. You need to go.
- That's okay. I got it. - Okay.
- You live here? - No. I am nanny for baby.
Oh, for the Lings in 3A?
- What's your name? - Jasmina. Jasmina Ruzic.
- Please, what happened? - The man in 3B, did you know him?
Mr. O'Donnell? Yes.
I-is he okay?
Well, actually, he's dead.
Did the Lings ever give Mr. O'Donnell any trouble?
No.
Mr. Ling seemed a little jumpy when we talked to him.
Mr. Ling is... is big smoker.
Mrs. Ling won't let him smoke around baby.
Only outside.
Please. If I am late, big trouble with Mrs. Ling.
Thank you. Go ahead.
Hey.
Oh.
Hi. I'm Ethan. Sorry I'm late. I was just at the...
I was at the dump.
Oh, no. Oh, no.
I'm talking to
forensic pathology fellow Dr. Ethan gross.
Why were you at the city dump?
Looking for body parts.
A man's foot and hand were found in a field yesterday.
And then earlier today, I found a knee and a thigh in an alley.
Can I see them?
Sure. If... what? No. No! No. Your mom had questions, right?
Have you read these questions?
How am I supposed to learn anything about what my mom does
- with these lame questions? - Lame?
How about number four?
"Name your three biggest influences in medicine and why."
You know, I remember, uh, the first time I saw.
Rembrandt's "The Anatomy of Dr. Tulp."
I-I thought it was lame, like these questions. Lame.
So...
Show me something cool.
So aside from the healed peptic ulcer,
I'd say that Cal was in remarkably good shape
for somebody with debilitating arthritis.
Let's find out what he was on.
Run a tox tissue test for medications, will you?
Our killer definitely knew his joints.
These are very clean cuts.
And the kerf marks at the separation points
are consistent.
I still say he used a hacksaw.
And from the angle, I'd say right-handed.
Then he would've have to have held each body part
firmly in his left hand while he sawed with his right.
Yeah.
So let's check for residue to the left of every cut point.
Hmm.
I got something.
Here above the wrist.
Two smudges.
Dark powder.
Fine residue.
Didn't you say that somebody grabbed Cal's arm
before shoving him into a car?
That's right.
It could be transfer from our mystery man.
I'll put it under a microscope.
We practically dismantled the place.
Guess what else is missing besides Cal's head.
The casino money. Bingo.
Maybe he put it in the bank.
Checked the balance. Not there either.
But his social security money has been coming out of the bank
every other week in $500 checks made out to cash.
Detective, we found this blue contact lens
in the trap in the bathroom sink.
Mm.
I don't see Cal putting in contact lenses
with two arthritic hands.
Then whose is it?
Her eyes were blue this morning.
You wanna leave?! Then leave!
But you're not taking that with you!
It's mine! The hell it is!
Go! Go! Go!
No, get your hands off me!
Don't tell me. You won it in a poker game.
My dad called to tell me
he had some money he wanted to give me.
I thought it was money to pay us back for his knee surgery.
But when I got there, it was 25 grand.
He wanted to give it to me.
I...I couldn't believe it.
So your father just gave you all that money?
I started crying. And then I lost my contact.
I washed my face in the bathroom.
So what about the 500 bucks every other week
- made out to cash? - What 500 bucks every other week?
I never saw 500 bucks from him period.
If I'd have known he was giving it away, I would've...
you would've what?
Dean isn't the easiest man to live with.
There were some things I had to give up when I married him.
Like what?
Art school.
Those drawings in your father's apartment...
you did them?
That's why dad gave me the money.
He knew I wasn't happy...
And he...
He knew what would cure it.
Leaving Dean?
A new life.
Follow my dreams.
And then Dean found the money.
Those are a lot of tears. You believe her?
Well, she has opportunity but no motive.
Or maybe her story is bogus
and Cal didn't give her the money. She took it.
That's a rather cynical view of father-daughter relations.
We've got her DNA from the apartment, not his.
Yeah, but he's the one with the Tarzan temper, not her.
But that temper didn't pop until after Cal was already dead, right?
Unless his story's bogus.
Or maybe they're in it together. How's that for cynical?
Hey! How we doing?
Mom, what happened to the guy who got chopped into pieces?
Who told you that?
Ethan.
A word, please.
Mnh-mnh.
Mom, I didn't come here to see what you want me to see.
I came here to learn about what you do. Remember?
Curtis, I believe it's time for your interview.
Thanks a lot.
Start sectioning.
You know, she said we didn't have to stick
- with the questions. - She is 12 years old.
Seeing your first dead body can be a traumatic experience.
I do not want her to see anything in the wrong context.
You know, what is the right context anyway?
W-we're trying to understand how this man died
based on the parts we can see, and it's getting us nowhere.
I mean, has it ever occurred to you that Lacey is
trying to understand you, but all she can see
are the parts that you're willing to show her?
I'm sectioning.
I am sectioning.
Wait a second.
I found this mixed with a blood clot
in one of the pulmonary arteries.
Here.
You have any idea what it is?
I'm sorry.
Aren't you supposed to be interviewing me now?
What's the point? You're not gonna show me anything.
Look, some things you'd see in this place
would make your hair stand on end. Like what?
Like your mother on a warpath.
I'm already familiar with that.
She's such a control freak. Do you know she printed up
a list of questions for me to ask everyone?
Mm-hmm. I got a copy.
Like I'm gonna find out anything by talking to you guys anyway.
Rules are meant to be broken.
Even your mother can appreciate that. Turn on the camera.
Turn it on.
This is the material we found above the wrist.
It's cigarette ash.
Look.
Hello.
Mom. Uh, don't have a freak-out, okay?
He wasn't showing me anything bad.
This is the material we found above the wrist.
It's cigarette ash.
You'd need to be a pretty heavy smoker
to accumulate this much on your fingertips. If you give me
a few more minutes, I can probably tell you the brand.
Thank you very much, Curtis.
Would you please call detective Baker
and share that information with her
and ask her to find out what brand James Ling smokes? I'm not in trouble?
No. Not at all.
You...
Come with me.
The M.E.'s office puts your cigarette ash on Cal's arm.
It was you who drove him back from the casino that night,
in your black sports car, wasn't it?
A little guy time, away from the wife and baby.
- You can understand that, can't you? - So you see Cal win all this money,
you wait for him in the parking lot,
and then you force him into the car.
Wait. Wait. I helped him into the car.
The man had a limp. He stumbled. I grabbed him.
- And then what? - Then nothing. I drove home.
He went his way. I went mine. I didn't see him after that.
So why lie about it?
I never would have heard the end of it with mira.
She hated Cal's guts.
It's been hard on her, home all day with the baby.
I didn't want to make it worse.
Oh, come on. How hard can it be with a full-time nanny?
Nanny?
Turn on your camera.
Hold up your hand.
Look at it.
Now imagine that your hand was the only thing
that told the story of you.
What were your dreams? Who loved you?
Who's grieving now that you're gone?
It's a small, delicate hand,
the hand of a young girl
who wears nail Polish.
What does that color say about her?
What has she held in her hand?
The reins of a horse?
The hand of a boy?
This is the hand
of Callum Shane O'Donnell.
He built skyscrapers with this hand.
He held his baby daughter Jenny with this hand.
This hand gave her money
so that she could follow her dream and go to art school.
We do a lot of different things here,
but they all have the same goal...
to find out what happened
so that a family can mourn,
so that the right person is held accountable.
They're not just dead bodies to us, Lace.
They're the stories of a life,
and it's our job to tell it.
Do you know who killed him?
We don't even know how he died yet.
Look at this.
This is tissue that we found in his pulmonary artery.
You can hold it.
Here.
It's like putting together a puzzle.
Sometimes there's just one piece that won't fit.
Maybe it's in the wrong place.
The killer had to have tremendous upper body strength.
Dean Avery fits that bill.
Let's not rule out a woman just because of upper body strength.
- The daughter had opportunity. - And we still have no cause of death.
- What happened to our tox screen? - Uh, we're still waiting on it.
We don't need it. Thanks to Lacey, we have an answer.
Cause of death is blunt force trauma to the head.
- But... we don't have the head. - We don't need that either.
You know that mystery tissue you found in Cal's pulmonary artery?
It's brain tissue.
He must have been hit hard enough...
To fracture the skull,
lacerating the venous sinuses,
allowing tiny fragments of brain tissue
to enter the superior vena cava, which then went in to the heart
and landed in the pulmonary arteries.
Tox screen results.
Cal was taking methotrexate for rheumatoid arthritis.
Methotrexate? If Cal had a peptic ulcer,
he'd have to take that by injection only.
Tell me how a man who has debilitating arthritis
- can inject himself. - He was paying someone 500 bucks every other week.
Cal had a caretaker.
Hmm.
Oh. That's your dad. Come on.
Mom, I can't leave now. It's just getting interesting.
Your dad's gonna be here any minute.
- What about my interview? - What about catching the killer?
Oh, like mother, like daughter, huh?
Honey, even we know when to call it a night.
- No, you don't. You never stop. - She's got you there.
I've got something to tell you.
I got something to tell you.
Oh, God. There's your father.
I hope you got everything that you needed.
Please take her downstairs, all right? - Sure.
Bye, Lace.
Turn your camera on. I got something to show you.
Come on.
Cal O'Donnell had a mystery helper,
somebody who gave him injections three times a week,
yet managed to stay completely off the radar.
Guess who else stayed off the radar.
Jasmina Ruzic.
The Lings' nanny?
The Lings don't have a nanny,
and Jasmina Ruzic doesn't exist.
Hmm.
Now the Lings didn't have a nanny, but Cal did.
Jasmina Ruzic.
Real name... Irina Tomislava.
Former surgical nurse from Belgrade, Serbia.
Ah. How'd you'd find her?
I tracked down the pharmacy where Cal used to get
his methotrexate prescriptions filled.
Irina used to pick them up.
Hmm. Hmm. Hmm.
We found this under the spare in the trunk of your car.
The M.E. tells me
it's the same blade used to chop up Cal.
Now you may have an explanation for this.
I'd love to hear it.
You can talk to me, Irina.
I tell you,
she's one of the steeliest killers I've ever met...
carves a man up, dumps him, and doesn't even blink.
Let me have a shot at her, doctor to nurse.
Cal took his meds.
He was much more ambulatory than I would've thought
for somebody with his disease,
which means hours of physical therapy,
massaging hands, massaging feet.
You did an excellent job. The body's the proof.
You cared about him, Irina.
So what happened...
On that day,
when you went from being so caring,
so... good...
To chopping him up
and throwing him out like a piece of garbage?
I didn't kill Mr. O'Donnell.
I liked him.
He was good to me, paid me under the table.
Grew up poor, worked hard, like me.
He was good man.
He promised to help me bring my son here from Belgrade.
He made me hope
for the first time.
So you see, I would never, ever harm this man.
So you tell me what happened.
I come in to check on him,
find him on floor in bathroom in bathrobe,
and... he must have slipped.
I tried to revive him, but it was too late.
He was long dead.
Why not call 9-1-1?
Why cut him up?
He died before he could write
last immigration letter for me and my son.
If Cal is found dead,
I die, too... inside.
I lose everything... my son...
So maybe if I could write letter,
get this last piece of puzzle,
I could be safe.
My son could be safe.
I had to hide him.
And... carrying a 200-pound man
by yourself
through an apartment complex was not an option.
Yes.
Irina...
He was your friend.
He had a daughter. What a... what about his dignity?
Dignity?
Yes.
I saw my first dead body when I was 3 years old.
One minute, Katya and I are playing,
the next, half of her is across street.
When you see that enough times, you come to realize...
Live when you can,
because when you are dead, you are just...
I cannot pretend to know what your life has been like,
but I have seen my share of dead bodies,
and I do not agree with you.
For what it's worth, I believe you.
However, all we have is your word that you didn't kill him,
and it's not enough.
I don't know how to prove it to you.
I do.
Tell us what you did with Cal's head.
That's it.
Sir.
Check inside.
I'll take it.
It's him.
And?
She's telling the truth, Sam.
Irina didn't kill him.
There's definitely a fracture at the base of the skull,
where Cal hit his head on the bathtub.
However,
there is a second, deeper fracture
under the hair.
That is the blow that killed him.
Any idea what the weapon was?
First guess... good, old-fashioned hammer.
I found a bit of particulate matter in the wound.
I'm running a trace on it.
I need you to follow up, Peter.
So why couldn't Irina have done it?
I'll show you.
Irina found the body in the tub.
Cal's standing right here.
The killer comes up behind him,
takes a big swing,
leaving that mark on the wall,
and then brings it down on Cal's skull.
Irina could not have left that mark...
Unless she was swinging a 4-foot-long hammer.
So now I'm looking for a 6-foot-tall mystery person,
oh, sex unknown?
Megan.
According to the boys, this one was easy.
You got various metal compounds... brass, copper... - Most likely from nails.
- Let the man talk. - From nails, most likely,
and fibers made of synthetic stone.
Synthetic stone?
Yeah, it's called rock wool.
It's, uh, used for soundproofing.
We talked to the Lings. They told us that you did
all the repairs in that building yourself,
including soundproofing their apartment
with a substance called rock wool.
You had enough sense to get rid of the hammer,
but your toolbox is full of rock wool fibers
and other assorted compounds...
the same ones that we found embedded in Cal's skull.
- Anybody could have taken my toolbox. - No forced entry. Only you had the key.
I didn't do it.
Callum O'Donnell was the last tenant under rent control.
He was the only thing standing between you
and turning that building into luxury condos.
This is crazy. I didn't kill anybody.
- Yes, you did. - Do you know how bad this is gonna look to a jury?
A disabled man giving all his money
to his daughter to pursue her dream,
and you not only kill him for his apartment,
you chop him up into bits and shove him into his freezer.
I didn't chop up anybody.
I was surprised as anybody that the body wasn't there.
Which means only one thing...
You knew where the body should be,
because you killed him.
Cal let you into his apartment to fix his leaky faucet,
and you responded by bashing him over the head
with a hammer.
You left him there, waiting for somebody else to find the body.
Nah.
You could never cut somebody up,
but you're perfectly capable of killing a man for money
and then leaving him there
for somebody else to find him dead on the floor.
You're pathetic.
I'm releasing your father's body
for burial today.
He wanted to be cremated.
There's a hill in the park that overlooks the city.
He'd like that.
I was so stupid.
I missed out on the last year of my father's life...
All to be with a man who never really knew me.
That ends today.
I'm leaving him
and going back to school.
I bet your dad would like that, too.
Thank you.
Uh, what was that about knowing when to call it a night?
I'm just wrapping up. I swear.
I, uh, heard from the D.A.
He's decided to deport Irina instead of filing charges.
Well, at least she'll be with her son.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Hi. My name is Lacey Fleming. My mom is Dr. Megan Hunt,
and she works as a Medical Examiner.
I bet you think you know what my mom does,
that she cuts up dead bodies for a living?
That's what I thought, too, but I was wrong.
A man's foot and hand were found in a field yesterday,
and then earlier today, I found a knee and a thigh in an alley.
These are cholesterol crystals in a rheumatoid nodule.
They indicate he had arthritis.
This is the material we found above the wrist.
It's cigarette ash.
It's like putting together a puzzle.
Sometimes there's just one piece that won't fit.
And if that's all my mom did... put a puzzle together...
that'd be really cool, but it's not.
So everybody who's watching, look at your hand.
Go ahead. Do it. Really look at it.
Imagine that your hand
was the only thing that told the story of you.
What were your dreams? Who loved you?
Who's grieving now that you're gone?
I think it's safe to say that your mother is...
Determined to be the best at what she does.
She's very committed to the job.
We go home at night, just like everybody else,
but we never really stop.
You know why?
It means "this is where death rejoices
to teach the living."
Every person has something to teach us,
and we never stop learning.
We do a lot of different things around here,
but they all have the same goal...
to find out what happened so that a family can mourn,
so that the right person is held accountable.
They're not just dead bodies to us, Lace.
They're the stories of a life,
and it's our job to tell it.
His name was Callum Shane O'Donnell.
He was a father, a welder.
He helped build this city with his bare hands.
And thanks to him, I finally understand what my mom does,
and I'm proud to be her daughter.
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