Scarpetta

Scarpetta.

Sorry to wake, Doc.

- - There's been a murder.

- At Daingerfield. On the train tracks. -

Shit. Okay.

Okay. Got it.

You said call.

Yeah, I did. I did.

I certainly did. I'll be right there.

- -

- -

Good to have you back, Doc.

I guarantee you, not a thing's been done right since you left.

- - Right this way.

Oh, uh, this here's Officer Fruge.

She was, uh, first on the scene.

- Dr. Kay Scarpetta. - Oh.

I know who you are, Chief.

And I, for one, am glad you're back.

Not implying that there are people who aren't.

Though I'm pretty sure you know there are.

Honest Abe over here.

All right, watch your step.

Jane Doe.

Dumped like trash.

Actually, my husband would say he went to great pains

to present her to his audience.

Why do you think

he'd say that, um...

that the hands are, you know, gone?

Didn't want her ID'd right off the bat, right?

Possibly.

Sexual assault?

The staging and clothing-- sexual components for sure.

Could you wait right there?

Sorry, Chief. Bosses say no one on the scene without official cause.

Pete Marino, 12 o'clock.

Shit.

- No. - Oh, Doc.

I haven't even been sworn in yet.

You can't show up here like you're still on the force.

Hey, listen, Lucy wants you

- to take her to Wellwood. - No, you can't-- Mm-mm.

- What? - Lucy wants you to take her

- to Wellwood tomorrow. - You came all this way--

- Well, it's her birthday tomorrow. - I know

it's her birthday. You came all this way to tell me that?

No, you can't do that.

- No. You need to go home. - Okay, well, I might've heard something

- on the scanner about a... - Go home. Oh.

- ...dead body on the railroad tracks. - You need to get rid of that thing.

This is bad.

This is-- this is fucking bad.

- You want me to stay? - No.

I want you to go.

Go. Now.

Scarpetta.

Pete Marino here.

We got us another one.

Okay. I'm-I'm-I'm on my way.

5602 Berkeley.

Berkeley Heights.

All right. I got it.

- Hurry. - Yeah, I got it. I got it.

Sorry, baby.

Oh, Yaya. Thank you.

- I hope I didn't wake you. - Oh.

I haven't slept a wink since '65.

I don't know if that's an age or a year.

And I'm a little afraid to ask.

There's been a fourth killing?

Um...

Yeah. Yeah.

- Will you lock the door after me? - Of course.

Do not worry, sweet girl.

Even the Nazis couldn't get me.

- If her mother calls-- - Her mother will not call.

She's lucky to have her Auntie Kay.

Thank you.

Out there...

...somewhere...

...is a man.

Get a grip.

Excuse me.

Uh, Dr. Kay Scarpetta, chief medical examiner.

You are?

Officer August Ryan, Doctor--

- Chief. - Right. There should be gloves here,

Officer Ryan. Some kind of PPE.

You can't contaminate the crime scene.

I was never first on the scene before of a...

...grisly murder, and, um...

First time at a violent scene...

...I definitely vomited in private.

Now, don't go sharing that.

I'll do better next time for sure.

Hey, Doc.

This here's the husband.

Matt Petersen. Mr. Petersen,

our chief M.E., Dr. Scarpetta.

Detective Marino.

I'm so sorry for your loss, Mr. Petersen.

Uh, she was a doctor, your wife?

Surgical resident

at the, um, Virginia Medical Center.

She worked in the E.R.

She, um, was usually back by 12:30.

And-and you were out

- or...? - Matt was just telling me

about play rehearsal.

He's an actor.

I got in late.

After 2:00.

It was dark,

so I just assumed that she was asleep and...

When I went up into our bedroom,

there was this...

...smell.

Uh, uh, what kind of smell?

I don't know.

Like maple?

But...

sour.

Rank.

Terrible.

Trussed.

Same as the others.

She straightens her leg and the ligature tightens like a noose.

Sick S.O.B. makes 'em suffocate themselves.

- -

Water in the tub.

Must be where he grabbed her.

So he put the nightgown on her...

...just to cut it off.

Screen on the bathroom window's popped out.

Maybe how he got in?

All the other victims were single.

DNA from the husband would be helpful.

Our doer's a non-secreter,

so that would rule him out.

Doc.

Mm.

Is that the husband's?

I'll make sure and ask.

- - Dr. Scarpetta! Dr. Scarpetta!

You're not authorized here.

- - Chief!

- Dr. Scarpetta! - Dr. Scarpetta!

Dr. Scarpetta, when are you gonna release the autopsy reports

from the first three victims?

And why did he only wait a week this time between killings?

If I didn't tell you yesterday, Abby, when you beat my staff

with the Freedom of Information Act,

I'm sure as shit not telling you now.

Did you call the attorney of the Commonwealth?

Dr. Scarpetta!