Scarpetta

Yama Matthew Peter.

You think he's ditched the acting or is this his greatest role yet?

So far, nothing's sparkled, right?

Just a substance the killer left on the murdered women's bodies.

That's the makeup remover Matty boy used the night of the murder.

Fucking A.

We should be looking for other suspects.

I did think

it was him back then.

If he really did have something to do

with this, then Gwen's death is on me.

Commissioner Amburgey just called. He's asked to see you. Immediately.

Was that the chief I saw a minute ago leaving the building?

Summoned by the big kahuna.

But you didn't hear that from me.

Are you aware, Dr. Scarpetta, of a leak,

all having to do with the Lori Petersen murder?

My office computer was hacked.

Who the hell are you?

Blaise Fruge.

Pete Marino sent me.

Said you're helping locate a suspect for the Gwen Hainey case.

Let's start talking about what Gwen was really doing at Thor Labs

and how you were helping her.

Do you know this, uh... this woman?

Gwen Hainey.

No.

What does this woman have to do with anything?

She was murdered.

And the weirdest part about that

is they found your prints in her condo.

Get the hell

off my land.

I just wanted you to know that I'm on your side.

I wouldn't want to mess with you.

- Out of here. Yeah! -

Go, go, go! Go!

- Go. - Open your eyes.

Quit squirming, Pete.

Quit squirming, Pete.

Nico again?

Who else?

Did you hit him back?

Good boy. Turn the other cheek.

That's what Cristo asks us to do.

Might I speak to you a minute?

- You're making him a cripple. - I'm doing no such thing.

- He's 11 years old. - He's still a boy!

A soon-to-be man, destined to become a peacenik idiot

and get victimized by every Tom, Dick, and Harry with the way

that you're pacifistically raising him.

I am trying to raise a man with ideals and morals!

Ideals and morals are for boys with a brain.

Ours needs a good left hook.

That's what's gonna get him through this life,

not the space between his ears.

You get out there...

...play with those boys,

and don't take no shit this time.

You are better, handsomer,

and smarter than all those boys combined.

You hear me?

You think I'm smarter than them?

Damn right.

- -

One more.

Come on.

Holy smokes.

- Baby. - Hello.

Hey, you look...

you look hot.

Thank you very much.

- Mmm. - That's very nice of you.

If you play your cards right, you'll never know where this day's gonna go.

But first, I got us a table at Locavore.

For two. I know, I know.

- - It's a Michelin two-star.

- Very exclusive. No, no, no. Shh, shh. - Okay, but I-I have a lot of work to--

I used my modest celebrity to get us this booking,

so you're not gonna cancel because of your volunteer job.

You're not.

- Okay. - Okay.

- Uh... - Mm. Mm-mm.

Okay.

Ooh.

Salty.

Everywhere.

I love it.

Um, wear that cashmere hoodie

- that I got you. -

It'll be pretty.

Open the pod bay doors, HAL.

What is that? Is that Star Trek?

2001.

Oh.

How was dinner last night?

It was fine.

Oh.

Hey, Janet.

Hi! Dr. Scarpetta.

No, no, please, call me Kay, I mean, for-for God's sake.

Never quite got used to that.

Um, can you do something for me?

Can you see if Matt Petersen ever knew our victim Gwen Hainey?

Well, I could run facial recognition on the public cameras, but why?

- Do you think they knew each other? - I don't know. I'm not sure.

Well, it'll take a couple hours to generate a report.

Can you send it to Pete when it's ready,

because I'm gonna go to Daingerfield and I'm gonna see--

Be careful.

That place is living up to the sound of its name.

For women.

For women? What does that mean?

Another woman died there.

I'm pretty sure.

About six months ago.

Female jogger.

Cammie Ramada.

Was it murder?

Hmm.

What?

Her death was ruled accidental.

So two women

died there

- and no one said a thing. -

- - Open the pod bay doors, HAL.

Oh, God.

That is so fun!

I love it.

Good morning. Wow.

You look amazing.

Is that a new suit?

- Uh... - Love it.

Great. Yeah. You look nice, too.

Did you need something, Mom?

No, no, no. I just came to say good morning

to my favorite girls.

Good morning, Janet!

Nice to see you.

- You know? Okay. - I should be, uh, getting--

You're my nearest and dearest of kin.

No secrets between us.

Not any.

Mm-mm. Hey,

have you lost some weight?

No, seriously. I don't know how you do it. Because, you know,

- I have been trying to get rid of this-- - Okay. Okay. What do you want?

I want to lose my fupa.

So who'd you have dinner with last night?

It doesn't matter.

That means it does.

It really doesn't.

Okay.

Here it is. Cammie Ramada.

Jogger, alone, Daingerfield Island-- just like Gwen.

And, uh...

ruled a drowning.

Manner of death, accidental.

I don't remember hearing anything about that.

Seems like they made a pretty big effort to keep it quiet.

- - Call Fruge.

- See what she knows. Yeah. - Yeah.

- Did you hear Benton leave this morning? -

I wear, uh, earplugs to sleep now.

That's 'cause she snores. My sister snores.

- I didn't say that. - Loud.

- Officer Fruge. - I didn't say that.

Hey, Blaise. I got you on the speaker here with the doc.

Have we made any headway on that warrant

- for the Petersen farm? - No-go.

But the Thor Labs warrant just came through.

I'm headed there now

to meet Officer Ryan.

- Good. - Do you remember

anything about a jogger--

Cammie Ramada, Daingerfield Island?

You mean back in April?

Found on the shore of the Potomac?

Yeah, I was first on the scene.

Papers say

she drowned.

I mean, allegedly.

What,

- you don't believe that? - They said that she had

a seizure while jogging, fell, hit her head,

- and then-- - What, she had head wounds?

Head wounds? Just like Gwen Hainey.

Huh.

Yeah, I guess she did.

Cammie Ramada.

So what do you know about this case, Wyatt?

That was right before Debbie,

and Dr. Kaminsky went on maternity leave.