"Ladies and gentlemen, next up we have the children's hospital..." "We the stakes are high, When the risk is great." "How far are you willing to go" "Don't be shy, let's be generous to the cause." "We're gonna start at $500." "Can I get $500?" "We need $500." "$500 in the back." "There we go. $500 starting off." "How about $600?" "$600, please?" "$600." "Can I get $700?" "$700?" "$700?" "There we go. $800?" "$800?" "$800, there we go. $900?" "$900." "Can I see $1,000?" "There we go. $1,000." "Lydia." "Lydia!" "Are you okay?" "Can I get some help here?" "Help me." "Everything's gonna be okay." "Everything's gonna be fine." "We need some help over here, please!" "Oh!" "I thought I was part of some great design, a master plan." "But the best night of my life turned out to be my last." "♪ The Forgotten 1x16 ♪ Designer Jane Original Air Date on July 3, 2010" "Lydia Townsend?" ""L-town"?" "Hi!" "Hey." "Wow." "Wow." "Hi." "Do you know how long it's been since anyone has called me that?" "Uh, tenth grade P.E., Mr. Parker." "Yes." "Seriously, how long has it been since we've seen each other?" "Ah, it's gotta be at least ten years-- somebody's wedding, I'm sure." "Have a seat." "Uh, we, uh, we missed you at the High School reunion." "I heard you were gallivanting around Europe with the rich and famous." "Oh no, actually." "I was, uh, I was soliciting donors for charity events." "Oh." "But, um, but it turns out that fund-raising is way more about the cash than the cause, so I'm looking for something a little bit more fulfilling now." "Little bit more hands-on." "I get it, yeah." "Um, so that-- that Detective Russell said that you don't work here anymore." "Uh, that's correct." "And your wife?" "No." "I-I can't imagine what you've been through, Alex." "I'm so sorry." "Eh... we don't live life." "Life lives us." "You--you look fantastic." "I'm sure you're not here to reminisce about the good old days." "What's going on?" "No, I didn't, actually." "I, um, I came here because of this." "Walter, up here." "This is Lydia Townsend, an old friend." "She moved here when I was 13." "Yeah, we actually went to High School together." "Ooh, wait--quarterback, homecoming king and nerd terrorizer." "No way." "Too much of a loner." "Wrestler." "Yeah, that makes sense considering his size and powerful lower body." "Of course." "Remember the time where he crushed a man's skull his quads?" "How about soccer and "Tradewinds," the literary publication?" "Ooh, "Tradewinds."" "It's true." "I was known to dabble in the occasional haiku." "About this urn..." "Okay." "Um, this girl was cremated a week ago." "No one knew her name." "Alex thought that you guys could help." "They're cremating the Does now?" "The morgues are overcrowded." "They're taking D.N.A. samples and then shipping the bodies off to be disposed of." "And then they're just a box of ashes with a number on them." "I thought being buried in an unmarked grave was bad." "This will make our jobs even harder." "Cremation is my biggest fear." "You'll be dead when it happens." "I organized an event at the Crestmont, and it ended when someone fired three shots into the crowd." "Besides Lydia, two other people were hit, one fatally." "I followed the case on my own, and when no one claimed the remains," "I went to the funeral home, and I did it myself." "Did the police have any leads?" "They had two possible theories-- one was a salesman who owed a local bookie 250 grand, and another guest who had possible connections to the mob." "Oh, let me guess-- they're both fine." "Yeah, they walked out without a scratch, never panned out as the targets." "So what do we know about the Jane Doe?" "What do we know about the Jane Doe?" "She had no ID." "She wasn't on the guest list." "She was in her mid 20s." "She had $40 and a lipstick in her purse." "A party crasher always has a personal or professional agenda." "Could she have been a hooker?" "If that's true, she was high-class." "Look at that intricate beading on the dress." "That must have cost thousands of dollars." "When the police hit a wall, the local news ran a few stories about her, but still, no one's come forward." "It's like everyone's moved on." "I mean, how does that happen?" "Welcome to our world." "This girl died in my arms." "I relive that moment every single day." "She--she looked to me for help, and I, um, I couldn't do it then." "I need to do it now." "Tyler, um, they don't have any pictures of her alive at the event." "So as soon as you're done, we'll get back to the crime scene." "Alex." "Hey!" "Hi." "Hey." "We had a meeting nearby, so I wanted you to meet my boss, Perry Hughes." "Oh." "Alex Donovan." "Nice to finally meet you." "Lydia's been so torn up about what happened." "You guys made any progress?" "Well, we're talking to witnesses, seeing if they forgot to tell the police anything." "Even though she wasn't on the guest list, do you remember anything about the young woman sometimes we just let" "I have to confess, sometimes we just let attractive women in-- helps with the donations." "Well, that wasn't on the police report." "It's not exactly appropriate for me to disclose certain aspects of our moneymaking strategy." "Excuse me." "This is the cancer society." "See what I mean about fund-raising?" "I keep telling myself that the ends justify the means." "Believe me, I know the feeling." "Do you have time for a few questions?" "You buying a drink?" "What will this get me?" "A few months ago, there was a shooting at the hotel." "This girl was killed." "I told the police already." "I was in the stockroom when it happened." "Do you remember anything usual about that night?" "No, but I'd ask one of the coat check guys." "What do you mean?" "They see everything." "Talk to Sean." "He's a wiseass, but he's smart." "And if you want to finish that sketch..." "Call me later." "Really?" "I mean, it's n that hard." "Look." "Yeah." "Right?" "The same." "The same." "You look like a guy who's seen a lot of stuff." "Seen this girl before?" "Yeah, she was at coat check right before the shooting." "Did you talk to her?" "She had her hands full with that big-time designer Thomas Jordan." "This was going to be the night everything changed-- one of those life-defining moments." "Are you sure about what you saw?" "The guy gave me 500 bucks." "He obviously had something to hide." "Guy gave me $500 bucks." "He obviously had something to hide." "And he wanted you to keep quiet, huh?" "Jordan's pretty well known." "I'm just the coat check dude." "If I said anything, he could have had me fired." "So why are you coming clean now?" "I'm willing to put my coat checking career on the line for the truth." "That's a joke." "I'm going to college in a month." "Thanks." "Look, I know Thomas Jordan." "He's a client, and he's married." "Hmm." "Your, uh, call girl theory may be right." "The Doe may have hooked up with some married guy, some designer--Thomas Jordan." "Mm." "Let me guess--Maxine knows him." "Shocker, I know." "Did you find anything?" "I ran Tyler's sketch through missing persons and got nothing, so I started reading witness statements." "Well, when bullets fly, witnesses are notoriously unreliable." "Well, look at this." "Some people saw the shooter in a window across the street." "Others said that he was on the sidewalk." "And then there's this-- hit and run accident." "After the gunshots, a bike messenger was hit by an s.U.V.?" "No one saw the license plate or got a good look at the driver, and the messenger's description was a guy with tattoos and piercings." "Well, that's half the criminals in the city." "And 90% of my ex-boyfriends." "You know how to pick 'em." "Okay, so, uh, the police looked into the driver but came up empty." "Looks that way." "What if the driver was also the shooter, and that's why he didn't stop?" "Then maybe Russell can find that bike messenger so we can talk to him." "Hey, there's, um..." "Uh, what?" "Okay, thanks." "What's wrong?" "Thomas Jordan was accused of rape last year." "And Maxine's on her way there right now." "Maxine!" "Hey." "I'm at Jordan's now." "Get the hell out of there." "The guy was accused of rape." "What?" "Did what?" "Okay, yeah, I'm leaving." "Wait." "What's wrong?" "There's a car coming out of the driveway." "It's coming right at me!" "Maxine!" "Maxine?" "Hey." "She refuses to go to the hospital." "Guys, it's a scratch." "Or you're hardheaded." "Who the hell hit you?" "Jordan's wife Francesca." "Why would she do that?" "I'm about to find out." "Excuse me." "Why don't you have a seat, Mrs. Jordan?" "Want to tell me what happened?" "My foot got stuck on the gas pedal." "You know, I can easily charge you with attempted murder and call it a day." "¿cómo?" "My, um, my husband..." "Has many women fawning all over him." "He travels a lot." "You understand?" "Y esa gringa has the nerve to come to my house!" "He had a well-known reputation before you married him." "Travel is one thing." "This is my home!" "Francesca, from where I'm standing, it seems like you have two options--divorce your husband or talk to him, because that gringa was his Realtor, not his travel companion." "I don't believe you." "Fine." "I'm more interested in whether I believe you about her." "She was killed at an event your husband attended, and we all know how you feel about women who cozy up to your husband, now don't we?" "I've never seen her before." "Well, how about I just look into it anyway, and, you can call yourself a good lawyer." "I'm telling you the truth." "You better be, because women like you, they give the rest of us a bad name, and it's called "crazy."" "Thomas Jordan." "Um, I'm Alex" "Thomas Jordan?" "How's Francesca?" "Your wife is having some serious anger issues." "Oh, I-I know." "What--what can I do?" "Uh, Maxine, you wanted to talk to me?" "I wanted to ask you about the murder at the charity event." "Apparently, you were in the coat room with the girl who died." "Oh, no, no, no." "It's not what you think." "She got me in there to show me her dress she made herself." "It truly is a work of art." "Why'd you bribe the coat Che guy?" "Okay, have you met my wife?" "Did you get a name or a business card?" "My assistant was with me, and I told the young lady to set up a meeting." "Obviously, she never did." "Did she say where she worked or where she lived?" "She did tell me that the model Chloe Devereux told her how to find me." "So does that help?" "I went to the doctor, and I am happy to report..." "No concussion." "Wow." "Maxine, I heard." "Are you okay?" "Fine, fine." "I'm fine." "I don't think you're really part of the network unless you've been taken hostage, been shot at or injured somehow." "Seriously?" "I was shot." "You've mentioned that." "All right, guys." "Thomas Jordan says that Jane Doe went to the fund-raiser to show him the dress that she had made." "And a model named Chloe Devereux told her where to find him." "She's hideous." "Maxine, is there anyay you can use some of your incredible connections to possibly set up a meeting with us and that model?" "Guys, I don't know everyone." "Actually, yes, I do." "And I'll check out some of the fashion schools." "Our Doe could have been a student." "Mm." "Maybe she was trying to sell a rival's design-- you know, like a corporate secret, and this disgusting young woman was the next target." "Yeah, Tyler and I need to talk to her." "I agree with Walter." "When a supermodel is in jeopardy, even an ugly one, it makes my blood boil." "Walter and I should handle this." "Nice try, guys, but, uh, Russell has already found the bike messenger." "You guys are on it." "You know, we only have photos of the Doe's dress." "Is there any way we can get the real deal?" "That's a good idea." "Why would you need that?" "Because Jane Doe made the dress herself, there might be something on it that tells us who she was." "It's like I told the police-- I heard three gunshots, and then I flew into a windshield." "And you're still riding?" "I live to ride, man-- the feel of the wind, the feel of the bike shorts." "Uh, you described in your statement that the driver was someone covered in tats and piercings." "Yeah, that's right." "Can you show us?" "♪" "What are those holes?" "The dude had giant plugs in his ears." "Only a freak gets those." "♪ Oh, baby, give me some rock 'n' roll ♪" "♪" "If you're here about Francesca Jordan," "I can't find any link to her and the shooting." "I'm sorry, Ms. Townsend." "Actually, we're here about the dress that Jane Doe was wearing." "I hear it got misplaced at the evidence warehouse." "Yeah, is anybody following up?" "Keller's running point." "Ohh." "What?" "Who's Keller?" "He's Detective of the year." "Oh, boy." "Okay." "What do you need, dawg?" "Is there any chance you could follow up on the evidence from the Jane Doe case?" "I heard it was misplaced at the warehouse." "right on that." "Yeah, I'll get task force Alpha right on that." "Maybe there's another way." "Okay." "♪ winners never quit, quitters never win ♪" "♪ I'm leggy and go by the name of Hester Prynne ♪" "♪ I haven't seen you since you were in West Berlin ♪" "Chloe Devereux mm?" "We're here about a woman you referred to Thomas Jordan." "Oh." "Did he talk to her?" "Yes, but unfortunately, she was murdered right after she met him." "Sacré bleu." "That's horrible." "Do you know who employed her?" "No one." "She was just an intern." "Can you tell us anything else about her?" "♪" "Look, I know you're not really French." "I can hear your Southern accent." "Alabama, right?" "We're just looking for a name." "Maybe Rebecca or Richelle?" "She didn't know my name because nobody did-- not yet." "I was here to network." "This was a stepping-stone to where I wanted to be." "Look, this girl was murdered, okay?" "And we're trying to find her family." "She could have been you once, before all the hair and makeup." "Her first day in the city, she barged into Maria Trejo's studio for a meetin'." "That's all I know." "Sorry I can't help you more." "Maybe you just did." "♪" "Damn." "They're closed already." "Like that would have stopped you before." "Hey, the Alex I knew never would have taken no for an answer." "That was a long time ago." "Not that long." "Look, you said that that dress could tell us who Jane Doe is." "I don't actually need to remove the evidence." "I just need a photo of the label." "It can wait." "Until when?" "Till somebody finally decides to look for it?" "That girl, she has family out there somewhere, and they don't even know she's dead." "You were not like this at the literary magazine." "Stay here." "Keller." "It was 3 feet away." "That dress was going to be my golden ticket." "It was the first time in my life that I knew I had gotten everything exactly right." "Okay." "Is this task force Alpha?" "Never thought you'd actually break in the warehouse." "Oh, if you hadn't been so lazy, would've taken you 30 seconds." "Put your hands on top of your head." "Oh, come on." "Are you joking?" "Let's go." "Detective Russell can clear all this up right now." "Detective Keller, will you please read Mr. Donovan his rights?" "What are you doing?" "My job." "You have the right to remain silent." "Anything you say can and will be held against..." "You come down here to check on me?" "Collecting a murder suspect for interrogation." "Grace, you know how I get." "When are you gonna let me out of here?" "You tampered with evidence, Alex." "I broke the law." "You proved your point." "Believe me, I understand." "Your little stunt is making me look bad upstairs." "And now you want the charges dropped?" "It's not gonna happen." "So what did the supermodel have to say?" "Uh, that the Doe tried to get into Maria Trejo's fashion studio." "Walter and I got a good lead on the driver." "The bike messenger said he had those thick plugs in his ears." "Earplugs?" "No, in his earlobes." "Ew, gross." "Mm." "Hey, everybody." "Where's Alex uh, he's not-- he's kind of in jail." "What, you mean, like, a prison of his own mind or an actual prison?" "Uh, well, he broke into the evidence warehouse to try to get the Jane Doe dress, and they arrested him." "You let him do that?" "I kind of asked him to." "Nice." "I know, it's terrible, but he was able to get a photo." "I know that doesn't justify it." "Oh, he'll be fine..." "Probably." "There's an R.W. emblem on the label." "Could be her initials." "I'll just call Detective Russell and see when Alex will be released." "I'll run point until he gets back." ""Run point"?" "Uh, this is a democracy." "I was just trying to help." "You could take a look at that label or find a way for us to get into Maria Trejo's studio." "Yeah." "No, sure." "I..." "I wasn't trying to-- no, we know." "It's cool." "Brain damage." "Ok, I've got a huge list of piercing parlors to check out, and I'm not going to handle it on my own, so who's with me?" "Me." "Okay." "We're off to find the driver." "Everyone else meet back here later?" "Okay." "You smell like a cop." "I'm not, believe me." "You and that Detective were pretty chummy." "You wearing a wire?" "Look, I broke the law, got arrested just like you." "How about we take a look?" "Leave him alone!" "Do I know you?" "No." "But I know you." "You helped out my cousin a while ago--Hector Diaz." "Thanks to you, he was able to bury his wife." "What are you doing in here, man?" "Breaking and entering, tampering with police evidence." "You?" "Parole violation." "Can I ask you a question?" "It's about a, uh, a Jane Doe case I'm working on right now." "Would you be able to tell me where I could find guy who pulled a hit at the Crestmont Hotel a little while back?" "I might know a guy who could help you out-- a go-between." "But if he thinks you're a cop, he'll kill you..." "And you and me-- we never had this conversation." "We clear?" "Yeah." "We're clear." "This girl had a lot of balls." "She got on the design floor without an appointment." "Uh, I'm sorry." "Is that a big deal?" "This room is the brainchild of Maria's fall designs." "We can't have just anyone walking around in here." "So what happened?" "She wanted a job--entry-level, seamstress, anything-- even had a portfolio." "She had potential, but she was raw." "I told her to keep at it, come back in a year or two." "I wasn't going to let one person's opinion break me." "I knew I had talent." "I just had to find the right person to give me a chance." "You remember any other details?" "She was new to the city." "Definitely Midwest." "I could tell by the clothes she was wearing." "Girls, girls, over here." "You on the 10:00 P.M. to LaSalle?" "I'm on the 11:30 to Adams." "I hear you got to sit in the fourth row." "How can I help you?" "I need a hired gun." "Go on." "I heard about someone." "He's not affiliated with any gangs, a loner." "He's got these big holes in his earlobes." "Cutter." "He's a good man." "So what happens now?" "We'll be in touch about the specifics." "Free at last!" "Did they break you?" "No, Walter, everything's fine." "They dropped the charges." "Aha!" "But you've changed." "Ha ha." "Guys, this is Perry." "He works with Lydia." "Hi." "So I've got great news." "I do, too, but, uh, you go first." "Okay." "So I put the Doe's label on the network and got a hit-- a Stacey from L.A. told me about a Web site, and they sell clothes from up-and-coming designers." "That's a match." "Tyler called the customer service number." "He's on with them now." "Okay." "All right, great." "Thank you." "Thank you so much." "Number was to a warehouse." "We got a name." "Rachel Walder." "They haven't heard from her in a few months." "She never filled some orders." "This is amazing." "Rachel is finally gonna be able to be with her family." "And I think I found her killer." "Rachel is finally gonna be able to be with her family." "When you didn't let me out of lockup yourself," "I got worried." "Peace offering." "I don't eat those." "Cinnamon glazed?" "You--you used to inhale these things." "I ate, like, half of one once." "Yeah, but you inhaled it." "Grace, I'm sorry." "I went over the line, and I apologize for that." "I-I never meant to get you in any trouble." "In know how much you do for me, for the whole team, and I never take that for granted." "Get me a coconut next time." "Come on." "I'm interviewing Rachel's brother." "Scott?" "I'm Detective Russell." "This is Alex Donovan." "Hi." "We're very sorry for your loss." "I just don't understand." "Why would someone shoot Rachel?" "Well, that's what we're trying to find out." "Did your sister have any enemies?" "No." "No way." "Everyone loved Rachel." "She wasn't..." "Doing something..." "Drugs or something?" "Not that we can tell." "We're ill sorting things out." "Was she, uh, seeing anyone-- a boyfriend, a girlfriend?" "Maybe the relationship went South?" "No, I don't think so." "Rachel always said she didn't have time for a boyfriend." "She was on a mission." "A mission?" "That's what she called it." "All Rachel ever wanted to be was a fashion designer." "That's why she moved to Chicago after our parents died." "I moved to the big city not to just make clothes." "I want to see people in them, so I could say, "I did that." "That was me."" "Um, maybe she rubbed somebody the wrong way?" "'Cause Rachel could do that." "You know, like sneaking into that party." "She was pushy." "I mean, especially when it came to her work." "We don't think so." "From everything that we know, she seemed to be doing fine." "Her designs were start to get some attention." "To tell you the truth, we really don't know what happened." "This is the lady I told you about." "Lydia Townsend, Scott Walder." "I am so... so sorry." "I really wish there was something that I could've done." "N-no, you did." "You were there." "Thank you." "Hey, Alex." "What is it?" "We found Cutter." "He's inside?" "Yeah." "The owner said your guy works here a couple days a week." "He closes up at 5:00." "It's 4:40." "Gives you enough time to go back to the car and wait." "And miss all the fun?" "Come on, Grace." "And miss all the fun." "Don't make me lock you up again." "Uh-oh." "Looks like it's too late." "Cutter's cuttin' out early." "Let's go." "Hey, Cutter." "Chicago P.D." "You got the wrong guy." "Just stay there." "You don't even know why we're here." "I'm not cutter." "Why do I find that hard to believe?" "Sometimes, it's just too easy." "Come on." "You can release him." "Oh, that's mighty , but..." "It ain't gonna make me talk." "Then we'll leave the cuffs on and play it by the books, Lester Humphrey." "I imagine you prefer "Cutter," but I think "Lester" suits you." "I know my rights." "You have no rights." "You're on parole, and a murder charge is definitely in violation of that." "You got nothin'." "Oh, we have a witness." "The one you ran over in the S.U.V." "How do you think you'd do in a lineup?" "I want my lawyer." "I bet you do." "But this offer only lasts for about two more minutes, and then I'm showing you off to the bike messenger." "All right." "What do you want from me?" "Tell me who hired you, and I'll try to reduce the sentence." "I can't do that." "Why did they want Rachel Walder dead?" "We're done here." "All right, look." "I don't know who ordered the hit." "I get paid by a middleman." "But I didn't get no money this time, 'cause I got the wrong girl." "What are you talking about?" "I was supposed to shoot..." "Her." "oh, my God." "Th-that girl." "That--that poor girl." "This--this is my fault, okay?" "Sh-she died because of me." "Rachel died because of me." "No, she didn't." "You didn't fire that gun." "You didn't pull the trigger, somebody else did, and we're gonna find out who." "But in order to do so, we're gonna need your help." "a few questions." "We have to ask you a few questions." "And we need you to answer honestly." "anything to hide, okay?" "I don't have anything to hide." "Okay..." "I-I've never done anything." "I've never even been involved in anything." "I ju--I can't believe that somebody would want to kill me." "I-I don't understand it." "I-I-- Just take some deep breaths, okay?" "Okay." "Grace..." "No, I'm sorry, Alex, but this has to be done." "I know." "But I'm only asking if I can be the one who does it." "Okay, I'll take her back to my place." "She'll feel safer." "It'll be easier on her." "Well, she..." "You'll probably get more out of her than I will right now." "But she'll have to be officially questioned, eventually." "There's no way around it." "Thanks, Grace." "Don't thank me." "Just me something I can use." "There you go." "Um, just relax." "The team and I--we're gonna break down your life." "Now..." "If you can just give us the names of all the people that hate you." "Walter..." "What?" "I-I'm a charity fund-raiser." "I'm not James Bond." "I don't exactly run in dangerous circles." "Well, everyone everywhere has the potential to run into a killer at some point in their lives." "Like Rachel Walder." "You--you know, I-I don't understand." "If someone wanted to kill me, why didn't they just do it?" "Why did they stop trying after Rachel?" "Well, because you were digging into Rachel's murder." "The smartest thing the killer could do was lay low until everything just blew over." "Especially because there was no connection between you or Rachel." "Exactly." "And now that we know who the shooter is, whoever hired him knows it's only a matter of time before we nail him." "Let's start with your love life." "Any volatile relationships, bad breakups?" "Uh, no." "Uh, the last guy I-I dated, he--he dumped me." "Have you dated anybody in the past six months?" "What about this guy that broke up with you?" "I mean, he had to be crazy, breaking up with you." "Uh, honestly, that was, um, not--not that big of a deal." "Uh, we were gonna meet for dinner, h-he didn't show up." "No phone call, nothing." "Not even a text message?" "So standing you up was a bit out of character?" "out of character." "It was totally out of character." "And, um, when he didn't call, I thought something had happened to him, so I-I started calling." "And, um, after the sixth call, he picked up the phone and told me not to call him anymore." "Ouch." "And what about your professional life?" "You and Perry-- you guys get along?" "Yeah." "Uh, you know, I haven't been there very long, but he's--he's a great boss, really supportive." "Um, you know, I-I did fire a-an assistant recently, mainly for being crazy, but, um, she couldn't order a pizza, let alone a hit, so I don't... oh, wait." "Last year, I found out that a guy was skimming money from one of the charities that we work for." "And, uh, I think-- I think he went to jail." "Sounds like a winner." "He's definitely got a motive." "He could've easily ordered the hit from the inside." "I'll, uh, I'll call Russell, have her track him down." "And I'm also gonna look into your lousy dinner date." "Why don't you and Candace keep thinking?" "Maybe you'll come up with something." "My apologies." "But unfortunately due to my circumstances, the only place I can talk to you is here." "That's one way to avoid traffic." "We heard you were released early for good behavior, Mr. Hansen, despite the charges against you." "Apparently, you were a model prisoner." "Yes, indeed." "And now I have the luxury of living here." "And you can't leave." "Which is a little more than a coincidence that a hit man was hired to kill the person that sent you to prison." "It's ridiculous to think it's me." "I'm not on the best of terms with Lydia." "Understand, I lost my wife and my home because of her, because of a misunderstanding." "But I certainly wouldn't hire someone to shoot her." "No, I would've waited until I could do it with my bare hands." "You can't think of anyone else?" "Believe me, I've tried." "Which is pretty weird, right?" "I mean, how often does anyone sit around trying to come up with names of people who might want to kill them?" "And--and--and how many names can anyone really come up with?" "I don't know." "Um..." "My former fiancé isn't too happy with me." "And, uh, and I'm pretty sure my ex-boss would back a truck over if she had the chance." "Yeah, I guess there's--there's a couple." "See?" "And--and that's the thing." "I've--I've already come up with a couple, and I-I..." "Okay." "Well, then we're gonna come up with a couple more." "We've pretty much covered your inner circle, right?" "So maybe we need to cast a wider net-- your job." "You work with a lot of different charities, right?" "Let's go look at your work files." "Yeah." "Look, it wasn't me, all right?" "And I didn't dump her." "I liked Lydia." "I just didn't need the drama." "What drama was that?" "She had a boyfriend." "A boyfriend?" "According to Lydia, the last person that she dated was you." "That's what I thought." "But then this guy showed up here claiming to be her boyfriend, yelled at me, told me to stop seeing her." "Said if I didn't that he'd make me regret it." "You're saying he threatened you?" "Yeah." "Did you talk to her, tell her about it, or just decide to stand her up, never speak to her again?" "I told you, I didn't need the drama." "Guess you didn't think that a guy who threatened you about seeing Lydia might actually take it out on Lydia?" "Who was this boyfriend?" "I'm sorry, I don't know." "Can you describe him?" "He was tall--about my height, dark hair." "That's all I got." "My, uh, my files are just over here let me, uh, let me grab those." "Do you want to take a look at these?" "Perfect." "Oh!" "Perry." "I'm sorry." "You just--you startled me." "Sorry." "Just picking up some files." "What are you guys doing here?" "Uh, we're going through the charities that Lydia worked with this year." "Whoever tried to kill her might be in here." "Lydia, I am so sorry." "I still can't believe that anyone would want to hurt you." "Thanks." "Thank you." "I'm, um, I'm fine." "I'm gonna stay at Alex's till we figure out who did this, though." "Well, now that the shooter's in custody, it's only a matter of time." "Alex and Detective Russell went over to Jonathan's." "They think he did it." "You really think your, uh, your friend Alex can find this guy, huh?" "I really do." "Maybe so." "Doesn't really matter." "It's--it's already too late." "I was so good to you." "I-I-I treated you like a queen." "And you didn't even notice!" "I had no idea you felt that way!" "All that time we spent together?" "Come on." "All those dinners?" "I thought we were working." "I-I didn't know that's what you meant." "I-I wasn--I wasn't trying to treat you badly." "We could've had everything together, you know?" "We could've been perfect." "Okay, listen to me, Perry." "Listen to me." "We can be, okay?" "We can." "Just--just give me a chance, all right?" "Please." "Just..." "It's too late." "No!" "No, I will not let you hurt another person because of me." "Drop the gun!" "He's not gonna hurt another person." "Put the gun down, Perry!" "Not that I'm complaining..." "But when did you start carrying a gun again?" "Is everyone okay?" "We're okay." "That night, for the first time in my life, everything I'd worked so hard for seemed possible." "I was on the brink of everything." "I'm sorry that I had to let go of my dreams, but at least I had the courage to go after them." "I wouldn't change that, no matter how much it cost me." "My name is Rachel Walder." "Yes!" "Again with the pizza and beer, Max." "I am learning to love you." "You love anyone with food." "Kind of like a dog." "Okay, 's not true." "I'm more discerning than that." "More like a cat." "This is deep dish, though, right, Max?" "'Cause otherwise-- it's deep dish." "And it's "Maxine." Okay." "This is deep dish, though, sorry." "Max?" "'Cause otherwise-- here." "Thanks." "How you doing?" "Fine." "How's Lydia?" "I just-- I cannot believe it was Perry." "I mean, I worked with him." "I saw him every day." "How did I not see it?" "An obsession like that can show itself in a dozen different ways." "There aren't always clues." "Sometimes, the stalker hasn't even met the target of their obsession." "You can't blame yourself." "I, um, I spoke to Rachel's brother, and we're gonna try to get some funding for a line of clothing based on her designs." "Hmm." "That's a good idea." "Well, it's the least I could do." "You know, if she hadn't crashed that party..." "Mm." "I just..." "I don't want her to have died for nothing, you know?" "Put that there in the files." "Peppers on pizza." "And what about you?" "Put that there in the files." "Yeah, what about me?" "Let me rephrase that." "What about you and Candace?" "How long have you guys been an item?" "No, no, no." "We're--we're not an item." "I see the way you look at her." "Tabasco sauce." "You know, I, um..." "I learned something from Rachel." "She came to Chicago with big dreams." "She wasn't afraid to follow them." "You shouldn't be, either."