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She says, "On my balls, Doctor. "

it's funny, isn't it?

I can't tell that

to my little boy.

- Say "testicles"

- That cleans it right up.

Yeah. Biology.

- It's a good joke,

- Yeah.

I thought you'd like that.

Elizabeth told me

that's why she fell in love with you.

- Why was that?

- That smile.

- Oh, the smile.

- Not your joke telling.

John, do I have another

sandwich coming here or what?

Tonight, as we were

leaving Ethel Jackson's,

- you were onto something.

- Hmm.

Come on, John. Talk to me.

What do you know?

I want this over as quickly

and as badly as you do,

but you gotta tell me

what you're seeing.

I don't know yet.

John...

John.

Received an anonymous call

an hour ago offering way too specific

information about the Peter Ward murder.

Then listed a midtown address. Perimeter

is secured. They wait for us to go in.

Clear!

Clear!

Joe.

Take a look at this.

What do you think?

Four-sixteen. Bible verse?

No, it's the time.

Four minutes ago.

Four-sixteen precisely.

Your watch is fast.

F***. He's here.

- Are you good?

- I'm good. Go.

Mrs. Raymond? FBI.

Would someone please

tum that sh*t off?

- Bingo.

- Wound on the back of the neck.

- Familiar,

- She's been dead for 5 or 6 hours.

- Perp must have hung around.

- He left hours ago.

Would you two mind

clearing the room for us please?

Thank you.

John.

Same type font as 4:16

and the note at Ethel Jackson's.

Mm-hmm.

- You okay?

- Sh*t,

- Go ahead. Take a look.

- Can I touch her?

Yeah.

David.

David?

There you are. Come in.

Wash my back.

John?

- You all right?

- Yeah.

- What do you see?

- I'm not sure.

- Okay.

- What?

- Don't touch the bathwater.

- Why?

I'm not sure why.

Joe? Holy sh*t,

we may have a suspect.

- Who?

- David Raymond.

The husband.

He says

he was at the bar all night.

His bartender and his breath

corroborate his story.

- Agent Cowles are you ready?

- Yes, sir.

I want you to take the lead.

Mr. Raymond, a cup of coffee.

- Been along night for all of us.

- Thank you.

If you don't mind...

,.. I'm just gonna jump

right into this. Okay?

- Mr. Raymond,

- Yeah?

We regret to inform you that

your wife Victoria

died last night.

Jesus.

Jesus Christ.

Oh, God. Oh, God".

Mr. Raymond...

...you were seen leaving your building

last night in an agitated state.

Can you tell us why?

Did she leave a note?

Mr. Raymond,

your wife was murdered.

- What?

- Your wife was murdered.

She didn't leave a note.

No! No! Oh, Jesus, God!

- What do you think happened?

- She didn't commit suicide?

Why do you think that?

The letter, I wrote... I...

I wrote a letter.

- This letter?

- No. What is that?

You didn't write this?

I left a letter.

What did it say?

David?

"I never meant to hurt

or betray... "

David?

What did the letter say?

He left her.

I was leaving her.

Okay.

You were leaving her, Why?

He left her for someone else.

I was leaving her

for someone else.

For another woman?

Yes.

He's lying.

Oh, V, I'm so sorry.

Uh, could I have a word with

Mr, Raymond?

- Dr. Clancy...

- Joe?

- All right.

- Thanks.

You're telling the truth,

or at least some of it.

You didn't kill your wife

did you, Mr. Raymond?

No.

But you believe the note you left

could've driven her to take her own life.

Your wife had a history of

emotional instability.

And the note was telling her that you

were leaving her for someone else.

But your note failed to mention

you were leaving her for a man.

How the f*** do you know that?

That, in fact,

you had contracted HIV.

Is that right?

Her blood was contaminated.

"Careful with the bathwater. "

I want to see the Tiles again.

It's 7:
30. My family's up.

Breakfast?

- Yeah.

- Let's go.

- Thank you.

- Thanks, Laura.

- You need to eat.

- I'm good, baby. Thank you.

- Family is looking good, Joe.

- They are.

I try to spend as much time

as I can with them.

We've seen Elizabeth.

- Oh, yeah?

- We've kept in touch.

- Good.

- She still loves you, John.

All right. So, uh...

What do you think?

They were all

incurably sick, terminally ill.

- That is the consistency.

- We explored that. It doesn't hold up.

Ethel Jackson.

The wigs, the hats...

- She had chemotherapy.

- Three years ago,

She was in the clear, John.

No one's ever in the clear.

80% of cancers return. Whenever they do,

they're quite difficult to eliminate.

So?

Peter Ward, it tums out,

had Lou Gehrig's Disease.

That can be a very slow,

painful death.

Victoria Raymond suffered

chronic suicidal depression,

self-destructive behavior,

cutting, overdose, and so on.

- Finished breakfast?

- Yes!

Hey. Backpack!

Yes.

Come here, say goodbye to John.

- Bye-bye, John,

- Goodbye, monkey.

Give your dad a hug.

- Bye, Dad. See you after school.

- Yeah. Have a good day.

Okay.

- Have a good day at work.

- Bye, honey.

Let's say I give you Ethel Jackson

and Peter Ward,

Two words that destroy

this whole theory:

The boy Robert Ellis was healthy,

and as Christian Scientists,

his parents don't believe in medicine.

He had no medical file.

- Well, It's go talk to them.

- Okay.

Remember your appointment?

Right. I have a phone call with the

director at 9:
00 am,

which I am immensely looking forward to.

So Katherine will take you.

Okay.

Dr. Clancy...

How do you refer to it?

To what?

To, uh, what you have?

Is it prescience,

clairvoyance, precognition?

Oh, it's a hoot.

A laugh a minute.

Never mind. I'm serious.

What is it you see exactly?

Do you see people's futures?

Bits of their futures

and of their pasts.

It's all the same in the end.

- Is it mystical? Or religious?

- No. I'm a scientist.

I believe in

theoretical physics and...

Biochemistry and that's it.

Whatever it is, I happen to get

the deluxe edition of what people now call

intuition or gut reaction.

Do you see anything now?

What do you mean? About you?

I guess so.

No. Nothing.

- At all?

- Alall.

Just nothing.

Nothing at all.

So how's the investigation going?

It's improving.

We believe we know why

your son was killed, Why he was chosen.

Mr. Ellis, I need to ask you a few

questions but I don't want to upset you.

It's all right. Ask.

If I can, I'd like to help.

Do you remember in the weeks

or months leading up to Roberfs death,

was he at his best?

Was he healthy?

- Perfectly.

- He never complained of any pain?

Did he ever have trouble keeping up

with other boys at school?

Was he ever short of breath?

Uh... No. No.

- Be careful.

- I will.

Robert was a sculptor?

Yeah. He enjoys it.

He enjoyed it.

He had very good hands.

I'm so sorry, Mr. Ellis.

- They're beautiful.

- Thank you.

What happened to this one?

He knocked it over

maybe a day or two before...

How did he knock it over?

I don't remember.

Kids are clumsy.

Robert especially?

Well...

Sometimes,

He'd upset his glass at dinner...

- You're talking to them?

- They just got here.

Did you catch him?

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