Hailey Dean Mystery: Murder, With Love

Hello?

Oh hey!

Yup. No, I just got home.

Uh huh.

Yup.

No, I know. I'm just saying I might be a little bit late.

I have to change, but my Mom's car

is in the driveway, so I gotta to talk to her.

Okay, I'll see you as soon as I can! Bye.

Mom?

Mom? Mom?

So, I'm a brand new Assistant District Attorney trying my

first murder case with Darnell, and I have a witness on the

stand and I call for my piece of evidence and he can't find it!

He's looking everywhere: in his files, on his lap,

under his rump, and finally the judge says,

"Isn't that it by your foot, Mr. Johnston?"

And Darnell looks down and sure enough he says

"Yes it is Your Honor."

And the judge says, "You're welcome, Mr. Johnston."

And Darnell is completely flustered, he looks

at the judge and blurts out:

"Even a blind squirrel finds a nut now and then."

And the judge, you guys know who I'm talking about,

he's furious and he locks Darnell up for contempt.

Best night's sleep I had that year.

Here is to Darnell, Fulton County's beloved outgoing

Chief Assistant District Attorney,

my mentor, our comedian. We love you, D-man,

but no one more than me. Cheers everyone!

Cheers!

You are going to be missed.

Me? You and Fincher here are the ones who

made me look good all these years.

Now I'm the last one standing out of the three of us.

Fincher can't retire. The DA won't let him.

He's the best investigator they've got.

Stop, you're gonna make me blush.

Hailey!

Oh, incoming.

Hey!

Oh no, I can't talk to her about my love life. Could you-

I got you covered.

Thank you, you always have my back, I so appreciate it.

Oh!

I am so sorry--

No harm.

No, no, I completely drenched you!

I'd hardly call it drenched.

My name's Hailey.

Sorry, what?

Hailey. My name's Hailey.

My name's Jonas.

Hi.

Would you like another drink?

Should we go somewhere quieter?

Sure.

Okay.

I'm sorry.

...and I'm showing these photographs

in court and they just...

I can't look at them anymore.

So I left the DA's office,

I went back to school, got my psych degree,

became licensed and now I'm a therapist.

Wow, that seems like a pretty big

jump from putting killers in prison.

Well not really, I still counsel

crime victims and their families...

I'm sorry, I hate it when people

just talk about themselves.

I haven't asked at all about you.

No, I was enjoying your story, don't worry about it.

So, what brings you to Atlanta?

I really wanted to move back.

So you're from here?

Decatur, born and raised. I went to Penn for college,

the best cheesesteaks in Philly, and then med school at Columbia.

Oh, so you're a doctor of the medical variety.

Indeed.

Wait, let me guess: you're here for Darnell's retirement party,

and he's weirdly obsessed with having perfect skin so you're...

a dermatologist?

No, but skin is one of the many organs I examine.

I'm--

I'm sorry, could you turn that up?

What is it?

I know that woman.

Dr. Laura Stone,

chief of Cardiac Surgery at Atlanta Memorial.

Police were called to the Buckhead home behind me

that Dr. Stone shares with her husband,

trucking magnate Dewey Stone,

that was a little over an hour ago.

We don't know much yet, but a Police source says Dr. Stone

was found by a family member just after nine tonight.

Back to you in the studio.

Sorry, I really do want to hear about you,

but I'm very close with that woman's daughter.

I totally understand. Another time.

I'd like that.

Okay.

Bye.

Sorry, Ma'am, street's closed.

Officer, I'm a family friend of the Stones,

I just heard what happened-

I can't let you through.

Rookies.

You have no earthly idea who this young lady is, do you?

Go easy on him, Gino.

That's Hailey Dean you're talking to.

She was in the DA's office, she's one of us.

I was just following your orders.

Here's another one: let her in.

Amanda--

Hailey?

I'm so, so sorry.

How did you--

I heard on the news.

Bless you for being here.

We're gonna get you through this, okay?

She was in the bathtub and she wasn't breathing,

and I tried to give her CPR but

her lungs were filled with water...

Okay, just take a breath. Just breathe.

I am her husband and this is her son, let us through.

Dad?

Amanda... Sweetheart.

I tried to save her, I swear I did...

Danny.

I didn't expect to see you here.

You know me, just popping up when you least expect it.

How are your mom and dad?

They're good. They're asking about you.

How well do you know the Stones?

I can't tell you that.

So Amanda's a patient?

You said it, not me. What happened to Laura Stone?

Drowning. Looks like she OD'd on

sleep meds and slid underwater.

Found a bottle of Zolpidem and I'm guessing that's how she...

So what's the medical examiner saying?

Nothing yet.

And you?

Leaning toward accidental, but can't rule out intentional.

I mean, her own intention. Which doesn't make sense.

It never does.

Ms. Dean?

Please call me Hailey, Mr. Stone.

Dewey. I want to thank you for being here for Amanda.

Of course.

I'm so sorry about what happened to your wife.

She was so beautiful, strong. I just don't understand!

Dewey, this is Detective Danny Morgan.

He is like family and he will

take good care of you.

She was engaged to my brother Will, so...

And I'm here if you need anything at all. Any of you.

Is there anything that you can tell us? Anything?

How or why this...

I promise, we're gonna tell you as soon as we get some answers.

Right now, I need you to come down to the precinct

so I can get your statements. Hang tight.

You're not staying alone at your condo tonight, are you?

No, I was having my kitchen re-done.

I'm staying here. That's why I found her.

Okay. I'll check on you tomorrow.

Please.

You keep showing up late for work, they're gonna fire you.

Yeah, well you don't answer your phone at night

or call back, you're gonna give me a heart attack.

I had a work thing and by the time it

was over you would've been out cold.

You could've texted.

I thought Mom was bad, she's got nothing on you.

Well, you gonna invite me in?

Dad, please, won't you come in?

Thank you!

That's something we need to change.

Nothing needs to change.

Except maybe your clothes for work and perhaps your attitude.

I have a routine, and my attitude, which is not likely

to change, was no doubt inherited from my father.

Which I guarantee you he kicks himself for every day.

How do you want your eggs?

Scrambled and fried up. By me.

Sorry, that's not on the menu. You have patients waiting.

Just a few.

You don't want to be late so get going.

When will you stop sending me to my room.

Love ya.

Love ya more.

Nah, not possible.

Guys, the first rule of couples therapy is

you don't pay your therapist to stare at you.

You two do talk to each other, right?

Like, about the weather, your day at work,

what you're having for dinner?

Of course we do.

Good. Let's start there.