We're doing this in your office.
Sure, why not?
Well, I expected that maybe... yeah, I don't know.
What, an interrogation room?
Well, you call me up on the phone and you insinuate
that my girlfriend's husband got murdered
right after I finished puttin' my fist through his chest.
You were trying to save him.
Please, take a seat.
Besides, that's not what killed him.
None of what I'm about to tell you has yet been made public.
But given the family name involved,
that's about to change, and quickly, too.
Normally, I don't give this level of detail
to someone who's romantically involved with my prime suspect.
But not only do I know you, we're about to become family.
And I just wanna make sure that you have
all the information you need to make wise decisions.
That's the autopsy report
of Kendra Harrington's recently deceased husband, Brett Collier.
- He froze to death. - Yeah, he did.
Middle of the page.
He had pulmonary edema, fluid in the lungs.
Which means he lost the ability to breathe before he died.
The reason he didn't get out of that cryo chamber
is because he couldn't. He was paralyzed.
Paralyzed how?
We have yet to identify the neurotoxin.
Somebody wanted to make it look like an accident.
"Somebody" being Kendra.
Nine times out of ten, it is the spouse.
Sometimes, it's the spouse's lover.
But you didn't kill him, did you, Owen?
Uh, no.
And I am not her lover.
I broke it off with her before it happened.
Oh.
Well...
did you happen to give her a reason?
I told her I didn't wanna be with a married woman.
Well, problem solved.
Look, Kendra's not going to kill somebody to be with me.
Could be that she liked it.
Maybe she did it once before.
This is Logan Daniels.
Kendra Harrington's first husband.
They got married straight out of college.
It was short-lived, and so was he.
He fell from a hotel balcony while they were honeymooning in Cancun.
Other hotel guests said they heard raised voices, fighting.
She says she was in the shower and that he just had a few too many.
Of course, his folks didn't buy any of that BS
and, well, the federales didn't think to ask too many questions.
Look, you ended it with her.
That's good.
Meaning that your, uh, association with her
ended a lot better than it did for those guys.
My advice?
If you wanna make it to your son's wedding,
stay away from her.
Kendra Harrington is bad news.
- Synced and corrected by synk - - www.addic7ed.com -
Oh, hey, Cap. Where have you been?
I've been trying to get a hold of you.
Uh, sorry, I had my phone off. Uh, what's up?
Your girlfriend Kendra called the house line
and said she was trying to get through to you on your cell,
- but she needs to speak to you... - Okay, if she calls again,
you need to tell her that I'm not available.
Okay, but, I... The thing is...
No, no buts. And tell everyone, alright?
I don't wanna get into it,
but I can't speak to her right now.
Oops.
You shouldn't be here.
They think I murdered him, don't they?
I'm not sure what "they" you're talking about.
Don't, Owen.
You've been icing me ever since you got that call at your house.
It was a cop, wasn't it?
Texas Ranger, actually.
And he's more family than friend.
He's looking out for me.
Told you to keep your distance from the Black Widow?
I knew it.
They've been blowing up my phone.
The Rangers.
What are they saying?
I don't know. I'm not answering their calls.
Why not? What are you afraid of?
It's always the spouse, isn't it?
Come on, Owen. You know me.
You know I could never hurt anybody.
Not even Logan Daniels?
The Ranger told you about him.
He thought a dead husband spoke to precedent.
I loved Logan.
And what happened to him was a tragedy.
Made worse when everyone in the world,
from the media to his family
and even some of mine, judged me
and spread rumors and lies about me
without a single piece of evidence
to suggest it was anything other than what it was.
A terrible accident.
You have to admit that the men in your life seem prone to them.
You know, I've never felt as alone as I did
after Logan died, until now.
Does it look bad to have a second husband die suddenly?
Of course, it does.
But why would I kill Brett?
You told me yourself. You wanted out of the marriage.
We had an ironclad prenup.
I could have sent him away with 30 million
and never missed a penny of it. Why would I risk it?
Maybe because you didn't want the publicity of a messy divorce?
Because being a murder suspect is so much better?
I swear on my brother's soul,
I did not do this.
I believe you.
Thank you.
It's the Rangers.
- Should I pick up? - Don't answer it.
In fact, turn your phone off.
Are you sure?
Whatever they're asking you now is just to build a case against you.
Okay. But I can't hide from them forever.
Not forever. Just until we can find some evidence
on who really killed Brett.
And how are we gonna do that?
Lucky for us, I know a guy.
Betrayal. Deceit.
Larceny.
Look around, friends.
Because one among you is capable of all three.
Bro, don't you think you're overreacting just a little?
One of my brothers, or sisters, took something precious from me.
So tell me, Mateo, how am I supposed to react?
Uh, we are still talking about a pudding cup here, right?
Not a pudding cup. My last pudding cup.
Treachery.
Especially because all of y'all know
if I don't get my sweet treats, I get grumpy!
I'd say grumpy has officially arrived.
I heard that, Nancy.
- I should get back to patrol. - Uh-uh.
I don't hear no radios squawkin'.
Nobody's leaving here until the culprit is unmasked.
Alright, look, how do you know it wasn't somebody from B-shift?
Deflecting much, TK?
I know it wasn't B-shift, because my man Gregg
always takes the trash out before we come in.
And what if Gregg forgot?
I have rotated the chore chart more than a few times recently.
He didn't forget.
And your fingerprints are all over this, Marjan.
I didn't eat your pudding cup, Paul.
I know you didn't,
but your micromanagement is the key to solving who did.
Now, you recently switched the positions
of the trash can and the recycle bin, did you not?
I did. Last Thursday.
And this pudding cup was found in the trash.
Now, I happen to know that all of y'all in here recycle.
So that means that the guilty party was not aware
that the bins had been switched.
So that leaves only one suspect.
Isn't that right, Officer Reyes?
Come on, Paul.
Take off the tinfoil hat.
- It wasn't Carlos. - He's right. It was me.
Babe.
I could say I thought it was community, but that would be a lie.
The truth is, I was peckish and I wanted pudding.
And I didn't care whose pudding I had to take
in order to get it.
And you know what?
It was delicious.
- Monster! - Paul.
You are a monster! What?
Could we have a word?
"Looking for a reason"
"to bring charges against Jesus,
"they asked Him, 'Is it lawful to heal on the Sabbath?'
"He said to them, "'If any of you has a sheep
"'and it falls into a pit on the Sabbath,
will you not take hold of it and lift it out?'"
Thank you, Grace.
Now, what do we think Jesus meant by that?
He's sayin', watch your step.
Thank you, Sister Lydia.
I suppose that's true. Anyone else?
That people are better than sheep.
Okay, but I think there's still more
that we can mine from this passage.
Oh, I-I think Jesus meant that there's a greater good
than following the letter of the law.
And sometimes there are folk with bad intent
who will use a good law to trip you up.
Excellent, Sister Vega.
Spoken like a true biblical scholar.
- Oh, wow. - Preacher's pet.
Uh, it is way past time.
Why don't we close out in prayer?
Hm.
So... Evie, Izzy,
how did you enjoy the study?
Mm. It was okay.
Hmm. I'll take "okay."
Oh, Reverend Parks, you forgot your laundry in our dryer.
Oh. Thank you.
And I promise this is not a ploy
to get my laundry folded.
- Oh. - Alright.
Well, that answers one question.
Mm-hmm. Briefs.
And begs so many others.
I believe Reverend Parks
is filling her with more than the Holy Spirit.
I think you're right. Mm!
Mm-hmm. Look at her smiling.
Okay, so, everything okay?
Not really, Tommy, if I'm being honest, okay?
'Cause I gotta tell you something,
and I just didn't want the sun to go down
on another day without me doing so.
Well, that sounds ominous. What's goin' on?
Okay, so, remember the other day at Bible study
when Trevor, uh, his unmentionables fell to the floor?
- You caught that? Oh. - Mm-hmm.
And not just me, but Lydia and Janice,
that whole little old lady gang that they have.
And I overheard them saying some unkind things.
How unkind are we talking?
Lydia said that she believed that the pastor
was filling you with more than just the Holy Spirit.
You know, I... I gotta hand it to that old bird.
That's good.
- Tommy. - That's good.
No. No, it's not funny.
- Oh, come on. Yes, it is. - Uh, no, listen,
they cannot just be gossiping and talking about you,
and disrespecting you like that.
- Who cares? - Well, uh...
Well, I care for one, okay? As your friend.
And you should care because they are on a group chat
with, like, half the congregation, T.
Alright, okay, just. Let's... Wait a minute.
Um...
Do you remember when I-I brought you my concerns
about dating our pastor
and how that would set the hens to clucking
and, well, who was it that told me to let them cluck?
- Oh, that was me. - Hmm.
I told you that, okay? And I meant it when I said it.
But not in front of me, okay?
I do not like hearing them talk about you like that, okay?
I'm-I'm sorry.
Alright. Okay. Honey.
If it makes you so uncomfortable, then you should say something.
Well, I could say something.
- Good. Go for it. - Eh, well, I might.
You have my blessing.
Okay, so, like, let's say I go in there
and I do set them straight...
Yes.
Which I'm probably going to.
- Okay, good. - Okay?
- Hmm. - So...
I guess I'm just trying to make sure that I am, in fact,
uh, setting them straight.
Gracie.
Mm-hmm?
Did you just ask me if I'm sleeping with our pastor?
Me...
Tommy...
No, ma'am. Okay?
That is not something I would ever just come out and ask you like that.
That's... It's your business.
That's right.
But you...
I mean, you're not gonna tell me, though?
Okay.
I think that you should do whatever you think you need to do.
- Mm-hmm? - And, um, well, I'm just
gonna keep doing what I'm doing.
Whatever that may be.
Okay.
Now you say your husband was just getting in this thing
the last time you saw him?
Yes. I told him it was a bad idea with his broken arm,
but he didn't wanna hear it.
And this toxin the cops say they found in his system,
they haven't said what it was?
No, just that it was poison, but the poison didn't kill him.
Yeah, because he froze to death first.
Interesting.
- Hmm. - What, you see something?
No, it's what I don't see, that's what's interesting.
I mean, look, there's no scratch marks on the door.
No dents, there's no scuff marks down here.
I mean, the only signs of distress
are from where we popped it open with the Halligan.
So you're saying he didn't try to get out?
No. Whatever he was dosed with,
when it hit him, it hit him fast.
- Incapacitated him. - So you're saying
someone must have come in here
while I was out on my run and poisoned him?
No. No, uh...
My best guess is that he was poisoned
20, 30 minutes before he even got in that thing.
He didn't even know he was dosed.
Great.
So all we've managed to do is discredit my alibi,
because the only person who was in the house with him
at that time was me.
Kendra, it's a big house. Somebody could have been in here
and you'd never have known.
Hey, these security cameras,
- you have 'em all over the property? - Yes.
Okay, then we need to see all the footage from that afternoon.
Maybe we'll catch the real killer on his way in
after you went for your run.
Shh.
You hear that?
Brady.
Aw. Hey, Brady.
How are you doing, buddy?
Anytime Brett travels, he curls up on his clothes
and waits for Daddy to come home.
Wonder if he knows he's never coming home.
- You think he wants a treat? - Yeah.
Uh, Brett keeps 'em stashed all over the house.
Over here, right?
Of course, you did.
Brett.
Obstinate jerk.
Every year I make him promise not to get me anything,
and every year he breaks it.
It's my birthday Saturday.
Oh.
Uh, Cap?
- Isn't that, uh... - Texas Rangers.
Texas Rangers. Open up.
That's her vehicle.
Or one of them.
Anything?
- Plenty, but not anything we need. - Not yet.
I'm still working on the theory
that your husband was poisoned 20 to 30 minutes
before he got in the cryo chamber, which was around 3:30.
When I left for my run.
Yeah, so the pool cleaners were done by 2:20.
Lawn guys by 3:00.
And you say that your housekeeper was off?
- Yes. - That's it.
I mean, I don't see anybody else in the proximity,
much less entering or exiting the house.
Let's expand the timeline.
Well, Cap, if he had been dosed
more than 30 minutes before he got in that thing,
Kendra would have seen the signs.
Maybe the poison was slower acting.
Alright, so let's go back to the beginning
and look at everything.
Okay, we can do that.
Oh.
That's the Pad Thai.
This is Gabriel.
Hey, Gabriel.
Uh, I am out running some errands,
um, getting some Thai food.
Yeah, well, um, how can I help... you?
Ran into the delivery guy in the driveway.
He was admiring that fancy orange Porsche
you got parked there.
What do I owe ya?
How about an explanation?
Hey, hey, Cap.
I got something you should see here.
Uh, guys?
- Hi. - You know Major Reyes, Texas Ranger.
Paul Strickland.
You recruited one of your firefighters into this mess?
- He sees things. - Hmm.
Miss Harrington, you're a hard one to find.
Uh, my phone's off.
Is it?
Hey, Major, uh, before you read her her rights,
I really think there's something you should see here.
Alright, so Brett Collier leaves his house
at 11:38 yesterday morning.
He's taking the dog for a walk.
Yeah, and then he returns about an hour later at 12:46.
So what's that supposed to prove exactly?
I think that it's in that hour
that he was dosed with the neurotoxin
that caused him to get trapped in that chamber.
- He seems fine. - Yeah, he seems fine.
But look.
Oh, that's not a sad dog. It's a sick dog.
Exactly. I think something happened in the time between
when he left with the dog and when he came back.
So you're saying whoever poisoned
Brett Collier poisoned the dog, too?
So why is the dog still alive?
Well, you said it wasn't the poison that killed Brett, remember?
Yeah.
I said it to you.
But it's true.
The poison didn't kill him. It just incapacitated him.
You think the dog met the killer?
I don't know. We should ask him.
And take him to the vet.
Who knew the reverend could cut a rug?
Oh, I'm just following your lead.
Now, aren't you feeling just the least bit guilty right now?
- What for? - Well, the girls are in school,
and most grown-ups are at work.
And here we are...
on a day date.
- Your boyfriend has to work Sundays. - Hmm.
He's allowed to take a Thursday afternoon off.
Oh.
Oh, nice.
Okay, but see...
Thursdays are supposed to be my cardio day.
Well, let's see what we can do
about getting that heart rate up.
Mm.
- Mm-hmm. - Mm.
Hmm. Careful.
We don't wanna make truth-tellers out of those...
old little chatty biddies at church.
- What do you mean? - Mm, no.
Nothing. Forget it.
Have people been talking?
Um...
I mean... inevitably, yes.
Okay.
Um...
Grace overheard Lydia and Janice
and a-a few of the other busybodies gossiping.
- About us? - Yeah.
Okay, you can't...
You can't say you're surprised.
Um, this is why I hesitated
before saying yes on our first date.
We knew tongues would wag. We decided we didn't care.
I don't remember deciding that.
What are they saying?
Does it matter?
Yes, it matters.
Huh.
Lydia's husband is on the board of elders.
Trust me, Tommy, it matters.
They're saying I've crossed a line?
Uh, no. More like, uh, you were dragged across it,
by a scarlet woman.
Well, that's not okay.
It's water off a scarlet duck's back.
Okay.
I don't care what those fish wives are saying about me.
And it's nobody's business what happens between us.
I'm a pastor of a congregation.
It is their business.
- We've done nothing wrong. - Doesn't matter.
It's like they say, a lie goes halfway around the world
before the truth gets its pants on.
But you've kept your pants on the whole time.
- Trevor. - You don't understand, Tommy.
This is...
This is why I had to leave the pastorate in Kansas.
It started with the gossip.
Nasty rumors swirling around about my wife
and the choir director.
It was humiliating for her, for him, for me,
and most of all, for Melody.
Oh, poor kid.
The worst part? It was all true.
"For if a man know not how to rule his own house,"
"how shall he take care of the church of God?"
I will never forget that passage.
The elder board quoted it to me when they removed me as pastor.
I am... I'm so sorry you had to go through that.
I can't let it happen again, Tommy.
I can't let it happen to Melody again.
No, of course not.
Oh.
Tommy.
These past few months have been incredible.
I have never met anyone like you before.
Oh, and you never will again.
I know.
Don't let them do this to you.
Don't let them do this to us.
I'm sorry.
Hmm.
That's interesting.
What's that, Cap?
It says here that you can feed your bearded dragon live grubs.
The boys just got one. Bearded dragon.
And, uh, they hate feeding it the live crickets.
Have you met him?
The bearded dragon, not Carlos, obviously.
I know what you're trying to do. Don't bother.
I'm not here as your consuegro.
I'm here purely on business.
Consuegro? What is that?
It means in-law.
But the English really doesn't do it justice.
I'm looking for Brady's owner.
- Kendra. - Hmm.
Uh, that's me. Is he okay?
I don't see any hemorrhaging or vomiting.
Brady has depressed respiration and impaired motor function.
I usually only see symptoms like that in farm dogs.
Farm dogs? What gets them sick?
- Pesticides, usually. - Oh.
Does that sound like something he could have access to?
Is there something you wanna tell us?
She said, "A shed."
Most guys have a man cave,
Brett had this.
Your husband was a horticulturist?
He called this his Zen space.
I can see why. This is an exquisite collection.
Pteris fern.
Calathea roseopicta.
"Kendra plant."
He named one after you?
It's a Nepenthes.
Brett had a dark sense of humor.
It's carnivorous.
Not the most flattering comparison
a husband could make concerning his wife.
I never claimed we had a perfect relationship.
Well, I never assumed you did.
Well, looky what we have here.
Carbamate-based insecticide.
"Muscle paralysis, suffocation or death."
In concentrated form, that's your murder weapon.
- Maybe. - Maybe?
What else are we looking for? Those are all the symptoms.
What, the killer just left it for us to find?
That's convenient. And I don't trust convenient.
It's a greenhouse. There'd be insecticide.
Or maybe it has nothing to do with our case.
Alright, well, I'll just have forensics sweep the place
and test any toxins
against what we found in Mr. Collier's system.
It's going to be a match.
I know who did this.
I know who killed Kendra's husband.
Who?
Kendra's husband.
Really? Kendra's husband.
He killed himself. How do you figure?
Security footage showed him leaving his house the morning of his death
and then returning about an hour later.
I think he came here.
I think after getting his arm crushed under the SUV,
he needed a little horticulture therapy.
Was your husband right-handed?
Yes.
So he was working with one wing,
and it wasn't his dominant one.
So it looks like
he tried to fill his little mister bottle here,
made a mess of it
and got the contaminant all over himself.
Now, an interesting fact about carbamate-based toxins is
they don't need to be ingested for them to kill you.
You get enough of it on your skin, absorb it,
it'll do the same thing.
It'll just take longer.
It's an interesting theory.
More than a theory. We have a witness.
- The dog. - The dog.
The dog didn't get into the poison.
The poison got into the dog
the same way it got into Brett,
through his skin.
- He pet the dog. - Brett pet the dog.
But by the time he did, he had already wiped most of it off.
Or rubbed it in.
Which is why Brady only got a little bit sick.
But your husband absorbed a significant amount.
I doubt he even really realized anything was wrong
until the paralytic took hold and he couldn't breathe.
But by then it was too late, and the only thing he could do,
was freeze to death.
Who are you calling?
The lab. And the medical examiner.
Well, I guess whatever happened in Kansas
must have been pretty bad.
Well, it ended in divorce
and caused him to relocate to another state, so...
Oh, Gracie, you were right.
Gossip. It's-it's an insidious thing.
And it doesn't matter if it's true or not.
I mean, we may as well have done the deed
for all the good our restraint did us.
Okay. Alright.
Yes. Yes. Still pure.
- Yeah. - And still nobody's business.
Oh, yes, ma'am.
Uh, you're right. I never said it was.
But, listen, I think I'm...
I think I may have to start shopping for a new home church.
- Tommy. Stop it. - T, come on.
No, guys, no, I-I-I can't go back there.
No, y... He couldn't look me in the eye when he left.
I'm supposed to face that every Sunday?
No, and, and who wants to be lectured to...
for an hour every week by the guy that dumped you?
I'm not sure we can say that he dumped you, Tommy,
because it sounds like he's just having a weak moment,
which doesn't mean...
that you also have to be having one.
Well, according to the ME,
the insecticide is a perfect match
for the toxins found in Brett's system.
And the forensics lab just found traces of it on the sling
and the soft cast he was wearing.
Which confirms that Brett poured it on himself.
Exactly what Paul said.
You knocked this outta the park, Firefighter Strickland.
I told you he was the best.
Uh, so-so what does this mean for the investigation?
It means the investigation's over.
We're officially ruling it as an accidental death.
You're free to go.
Thank you.
- Thank you all. - Oh, you're welcome.
I'm very sorry for your loss.
I appreciate that, Major.
Hey, Owen, why don't you uh, stick around a second?
Well, I guess that proves that our training isn't always right.
Sometimes when there's smoke, there is no fire,
and you don't have to thank me.
Thank you?
What I'd like to do is charge you.
Charge me with what?
How about interfering with an investigation?
Or obstruction of justice?
Except if I do that, I'd have to charge myself, too,
because I'm the idiot who trusted a guy
not to wag his tongue with confidential information.
Come on, Gabriel. No justice was obstructed here.
Come on, we solved the case for you.
I mean, not that you wouldn't have... eventually.
Like it or not, you and me, we're gonna be related soon.
So let's get one thing clear.
The next time you decide to go behind my back,
you better have the cojones to do it to my face.
See you at the wedding.
- Hey. - Hi.
Is that spare bedroom still open?
I don't think I can sleep alone in that house tonight.
Sure. Come in.
And...
just to get everything out on the table,
is it okay if for now we keep things friends?
I'd be shocked if you didn't need time.
And I never turn my back on a friend.
Particularly when the friend is bringing booze.
Actually, that's from Brett.
I went back and opened that gift bag we found.
- Mm-hmm? - That's what was in it.
London Dry. Nice.
Brett and I met in London,
and that's where he first introduced me to it.
I think we should pour one out for Brett.
I'd like that.
I'll get the glasses.
I thought before we start game night,
we could make a very special 126 toast
- to the man of the hour, Paul. - Hey!
Come on, guys. You don't have to do that.
Yes, we do.
You keep an innocent woman out of jail, raise a glass in your honor.
And not for nothing. You saved my dad's love life, so...
To Paul.
The man who sees it all.
Hear, hear.
Well, thank you. I appreciate it.
But you don't seem happy about it.
What's eating at you?
I don't know, it's...
You know, like, when you just finish a puzzle
and there's a piece missing
and you just can't stop thinking about it?
Yeah. So what's the missing piece?
I don't know, it's just buried in my brain.
Wait, you guys, I just realized in this case,
it actually was the one-armed man that did it,
but he did it to himself.
It's kinda wild, right?
Brett was an odd duck,
but he seemed like a nice guy.
Yeah. I mean, who rotates their wife's tires?
Now, that's true love.
Well, it was her birthday, so...
Baby, if you ever decide
that it's an appropriate birthday gift to rotate my tires,
know that it is not.
Alright, Paul, set it up.
No, it was her birthday.
- What? - Her birthday! That's it. Th...
I found the last piece.
Oh, my God.
Uh...
Hey, Paul. What's up?
Hey, uh, listen, you gotta get a hold of Kendra.
- What's going on? - Remember that bottle
of birthday something that she found stashed in her bedroom?
Uh, yeah?
Yeah, tell her not to open it.
Why?
Because I think Brett poisoned it.
I think he was trying to kill her all along.
- Do not let her drink it. - She just did.
Wait a minute. What? What? She's with you?
Oh...
- Hey, Cap. - Owen, I...
I don't feel so...
Oh. Owen. I don't...
I don't feel so...
Kendra!
Look at me. Look at me. Can you?
Uh, Mateo, Mateo, I need you to call 9-1-1, okay?
Tell them to send a RA unit to Captain Strand's house
and tell them they have a victim who just ingested a lethal dose
of carbamate-based insecticide.
Alright, yo, Cap.
Kendra, Kendra, it's okay.
- Captain Strand? - Look at me. Look at me.
- Can you hear me? - Owen, I...
- Hey, Cap. - Call 9-1-1!
Cap, I already did. Okay, rescue's on the way.
And in the meantime, I have Nancy and TK here, okay?
Dad. What's her symptoms? Is she still conscious?
Okay.
- Okay. It's alright. - Dad?
Eyes are open. Pupils are pinpoint.
She's losing motor function pretty quickly.
That's the paralytic taking hold.
You need to turn her head to the side to make sure she doesn't choke.
Um...
Okay. Done.
Alright. So how's her breathing?
Do you see her chest rising?
Respiration's slowing.
Kendra!
She stopped breathing.
Yo, Mateo, where's the bus?
They're saying three minutes.
Starting rescue breaths.
Whoa, Dad, Dad, do not do that.
The poison is on her lips. It will kill you, too.
Then tell 'em to get ready for two victims.
No, Dad!
Dad?
Come on, come on, you gotta breathe.
- Dad. - You gotta breathe.
I'm right here.
Austin EMS.
We're coming in.
Guys, I'm in here.
Step aside, please.
We got it from here, sir. We got it from here.
Quickly. Let's set up right over here.
We need to get her vitals.
I'll start BVM.
Start a line. Push a mill of atropine.
Get the pulse ox. Quick.
Let's get the IV going.
Pulse ox secured.
It's at 83. Dropping.
IV secured.
We're losin' her.
Go again.
Getting no response.
Heart rate is slowing.
Dad?
We're losing vitals.
Dad, answer me.
I've got voluntary respirations.
She's coming back.
Let's prep her for transport.
How do you feel?
Dizzy, and really nauseous.
But I'm glad to see you.
Owen, what you did for me...
It was no big deal.
I literally gave you the kiss of death.
I can think of worse ways to go.
Oh. And there are three of them.
So, um, walk me through it one more time.
Alright, which part is confusing?
The beginning and-and the stuff in the middle.
And the end.
Oh, come on, Dad.
- It's so simple. - I had no trouble following it.
It really is pretty straightforward, Owen.
You're saying that Paul's theory on the case is all wrong?
What? No. My theory was rock solid.
But you're saying there was no murderer.
- There wasn't. - Then why am I in a hospital bed?
Are you dead?
Well, that's a good point.
Brett was a would-be killer.
He tried and failed more than once.
O-Okay, but how do you know?
- The bolt cutters. - The bolt cutters?
The bolt cutters we found in the greenhouse.
Who uses bolt cutters to prune exotic plants?
- Nobody. - Exactly.
So then I thought back to the accident.
In the cryo chamber.
The other one.
Oh. When-when he spilled the-the poison on himself.
Before that.
In the... car?
Yes.
I always found it odd that a guy worth over a billion dollars
was rotating his own tires.
Except he wasn't.
Kendra was the only one who drove that car.
So then it dawned on me,
what if he was actually trying to cut the brake line?
The bolt cutters.
It would explain why his arm
got crushed by the chassis...
and not the wheel well.
It's an interesting theory.
After Paul walked me through it, I checked with the mechanic.
It's confirmed.
Brakes were cut.
And he only had to walk you through this once?
So, I-I understand how the bolt cutters get you to the car,
but how does the car get you to the gin bottle?
I just figured if a guy is trying to murder his wife,
why would he buy her an expensive bottle of gin for her birthday?
To be used in the next attempt.
And the bottom circumference of that type of gin bottle
just happens to be 9.42 centimeters,
which is about the same size as that ring stain
we found on his work table.
So I was right about how he spilled it on him,
just wrong about what he was spilling it into.
Thank God for you, Strickland.
Okay, so what about motive?
You don't need to prove motive to close a case.
Yeah, but the ending isn't as satisfying without one.
Well, I mean, I can think of about two billion motives.
He didn't do it for the money.
He did it because he loved me.
And he finally realized I didn't love him.
Something changed.
Owen walked into my world, and things kinda blew up.
Owen tends to have that effect.
But then when the chips are down, he comes through.
The last time we spoke, I implied that you were
lacking in intestinal fortitude.
Clearly, I was wrong.
Yeah, I think the word you used was "cojones."
That does sound more like you.
Well, peace offering.
- You can check the seal. - I'll do you better.
Why don't you take the first drink?
You know, Gabriel, I think
we're gonna be great consuegros.
Me, too.
Consuegros?
It's like in-laws.
Only better.
? Go, tell it on the mountain ?
? Over the hills and everywhere ?
You okay?
Yeah. It's just, um...
It's not the same without T and the girls, that's all.
No, it ain't.
? Christ is ?
? Born ?
Oh, say amen.
- Amen. - Thank you.
Thank you. Thank you very much.
Whoo!
That was some joyful noise worthy of the mountaintop.
Amen!
At this time, uh, Sister Lydia will come to the pulpit
and read for us Paul's letter.
Uh, to the, um...
Oh, my God.
Keep your seat, sister.
Oh, my God.
You won't mind if I do the reading today, will you?
I feel the Holy Spirit calling me.
Thank you, Reverend.
I woke up this morning
with some passages in my head
that I, uh, I hope will inspire you all
this fine morning.
Enjoy.
"They learn to be idle wandering from house to house."
"And not only idle but tattlers speaking things"
"which they ought not."
"Keep thy tongue from evil"
"and thy lips from speaking guile."
"Whoever secretly slanders his neighbor,"
"him, I will destroy."
"The one who has a haughty look
"and a proud heart,
him, I will not endure."
Which, I-I think is-is God's way of saying,
"If you can't say something nice,
keep your damn mouth shut."
Lydia.
Janice.
Oh, and you, with the funny hat,
whose name I can't ever remember.
Uh, Tommy?
I'm not finished.
Out there in the world,
there is plenty of pain and tragedy
and just plain meanness to go around.
I see it every day on the job.
I'm out there fighting it.
But when we come through those doors,
we should leave those things outside.
I shouldn't feel like I have to fight it in here too.
But I will.
But what I will not do is I will not be shamed.
And I will not be driven from this place.
- Amen. - Mm-hm.
Alright.
Reverend, you can have your pulpit back.
Get it, Dad.
I love you, Tommy Vega.
It's a hot Mic.
That's my friend.
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