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Where's John?

He's working.

You'll be safe with me.

Well, can you tell me

when he'll be available?

No. No message.

Miss Brody!

It's Detective Ridgely.

Is everything all right?

Did you get my messages?

I've been calling you...

and calling you.

Are you OK?

Where's Ridgely?

Ridgely?

What are you...

Do you have a death wish

or something?

Jesus Christ, Emma.

Now you listen to me.

While we were

goofing around...

another woman

got murdered.

I am gonna get someone

to take you home...

and you stay there with

the cop who's assigned to you.

Please don't palm me off

on somebody else.

I have to talk to you.

I got to work on this

full-time all the time.

Ridgely's a good cop.

He's gonna look after you.

Is Ridgely gonna take

over f***ing me, too?

Did you enjoy that?

What the hell

am I to you...

one of your

little conquests?

I've seen your friends

smirk at me.

You think I'm stupid?

What do you tell them?

You give them

a full report?

Listen to me.

I'm a little bit

busy right now...

to be playing Romeo

to your Juliet.

I have one or two

minor things on my mind...

not the least of which

is finding this killer...

before he finds you...

so simmer down

and stop acting...

like some

love-crazed teenager.

You are such a prick.

Emma... I like you.

You're a very

interesting...

unusual woman.

You're so full of sh*t.

Don't you dare treat me

like we just met in a bar.

Well, we did, didn't we?

F***!

What do you want me

to say, huh?

You want me to say

I love you?

Is that what you want?

Look at us.

You think we have some

kind of future together...

some kind of suburban

bullshit? Huh?

You're the type of woman...

who needs a man

you can control.

Well, guess what...

I'm not that man.

I'll show you!

You little whore!

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Emma, let me see

your hand.

You keep the f***

away from me!

Get the f*** away!

How the f*** could you

let her get out alone?

You crossed the line, John.

You put the girl in jeopardy.

Yeah, well,

I didn't lose her.

She's reckless

because of you!

To get to you!

Now, I'm gonna go get her,

bring her home...

and handcuff her

to the f***ing banister!

She's gone!

Oh, man!

She's probably at the EI.

Come on.

No. No way!

You stay out of this!

You f***ed up

enough already!

Come on.

Couldn't you have said

something...

she wanted to hear?

Anything?

Couldn't you have lied?

I did lie.

Help! Help me!

The mailman put

one of your letters...

in my box.

I'll give you

some medication.

I'm growing a mustache.

Miss Brody.

It's me.

It's Detective Ridgely.

You all right, honey?

Take this.

Miss Brody.

Don't you ever try...

to sneak off on me

like that again.

You understand?

It's all right.

Hey, Barry.

Long night, squire?

Hospital bills.

You got a file for every

nosebleed in Illinois?

If you'll just

be patient...

Thank you.

But this says 3B.

Yes.

Miss Brody lives

in apartment 2B.

Somebody made a mistake.

That's right.

Valerie Wheaton died

in apartment 3B.

Who has access

to these files?

Only hospital personnel.

I want a list.

All right.

Do you by chance recognize

the handwriting on this?

This looks like

Dr. Pierce's writing.

What were you doing

at the El station...

so late at night?

Why do you want to know?

Does it have anything to do

with Detective Hallstrom?

Look, I don't want

to talk about it, OK?

You don't like him

because you...

What? Wanted you

for myself.

I'm sorry.

This is stupid of me.

You're ready

for contacts...

if you want them.

Or glasses. They'll

correct you to 20/50.

Do you think

I saw the killer?

Seeing isn't something

that happens to you, Emma.

It's something you do.

I gave you the equipment.

It's up to you

to control it.

If you invent these visions,

you can stop them.

Do you think

I invented him?

Doesn't matter

what I think.

What do you think?

I'll call you later.

I got to go.

Oh, sergeant, hi.

It's Detective Hallstrom

from Chicago.

I'm trying to find out

if Margaret Tattersall...

spent any time

in a hospital recently?

A lot of time?

She got a new kidney.

Hey, you just can't...

That's OK. It's OK.

It's all right.

Where's John?

What's the problem?

I have to tell him

something.

I'm expecting John

any minute.

There's been

another murder.

In Indiana.

Indiana?

Is there something

you want to tell me?

No, nothing.

The smell

on the killer's hands...

it's surgical soap.

He must take it with him.

He washes his hands

with surgical soap...

to get rid of the blood.

I don't like this.

Nina Getz was my patient

for many years.

The man has killed 3 people.

A donor's identity is

strictly confidential.

Here it is.

Leslie Davison.

OK, follow me here.

Frank's victim...

Margaret Tattersall...

had a kidney transplant

2 months ago.

So?

Our victim...

Nina Getz...

had skin grafts

from an organ donor...

about 2 months ago.

Valerie Wheaton

never had a transplant.

No, but the woman

who lived below her did.

Emma Brody... she had

a corneal transplant...

and, it turns out...

her apartment number

is listed incorrectly...

on her medical records.

This guy meant

to kill Emma Brody.

Holy f***!

OK. So you got

the letters...

and the organs, right?

What's the connection?

I'm not done yet.

Nina Getz's donor's name...

was Leslie Davison.

All right?

What if our guy knew her at

church, work, or something...

and he's obsessed with her?

But she dies.

She donates her organs...

and he goes after

the people that have them.

Now, postmortem

wrist wounds...

blood loss speeds

the decay of the organs.

The result is, they

can't be passed on again.

I'm betting that

this girl Davison...

is the donor for

all of our victims...

Getz, Tattersall,

and Emma.

Emma is not dead.

I heard back from Ned

in Indiana.

The latest victim

was a heart transplant.

If you'll excuse me,

gentlemen...

Emma. Please,

it's Dr. Pierce.

I've been trying

to reach you all day.

Emma, listen. The donor

I talked to you about...

her family

is threatening to sue.

Her mother had

religious objections...

to harvesting

her daughter's organs...

even though her daughter

was a voluntary donor.

I don't think

they have a case, but...

Are you listening to me?

Her lawyer just called.

She needs to see you.

She needs to see

how her daughter's cornea...

has changed your life.

Because it has, Emma.

Whether you like it

or not, it has.

Where does she live?

Is this Leslie's?

You're Russian, you go

to a Russian church?

Yes. Um, Davisovich

is our ancestral name.

Where did Leslie work?

Illinois Masonic...

on Wellington.

She was a nurse.

No, thank you.

I'll do that.

I could probably get

Miss Brody to come by.

- What?

- Emma Brody...

the woman who received

your daughter's cornea.

She says you've

written to her.

No. I never heard

of Emma Brody.

Is this the place?

Well, this is

the right block...

but...

jeez, what a dump.

He said that the Davisons

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