[people chattering]
Hi. [Woman] See you in Genetics?
[Woman] Thanks for lunch.
I'm really glad you guys got to see the new clinic.
Are you kidding?
Think we'd come to Boston and not see our girl?
We're so proud of you.
Hey, Phil, I need your help on my cadaver.
Okay.
I've been trying, like, for six hours to find the posterior thoracic nerve,
and if I don't dig it up soon, Lenhoff is gonna cut me open.
Yeah, I know. Posterior thoracic is a bitch.
Um, I need-- I need-- Janet.
Janet, love, we need you. Come here.
Why don't I like the sound of that?
It's all in the interest of science, dear.
Trust me? Sure.
Put your left hand up.
Tom, pay attention.
You just dig behind-- Sorry my hands are cold.
Dig behind the scalenus medius,
then you move aside the brachial plexus,
and then slide down to the serratus anterior.
And there you have it-- posterior thoracic.
You finished, Philip? Yes.
I thank
Science thanks you. Tom here thanks you.
I thank you.
I gotta go. Study, okay?
[Tom] Sure.
Any thoughts on why
we're seeing shortness of breath,
lethargy and dizziness in a 7-year-old?
Eisenmenger's syndrome.
I mean, that would go with the pulmonary hypertension.
[Doctor] That's a bit of a leap, Mr. Markoff.
But assuming your hypothesis is correct,
why are we seeing the low heart rate,
and diminished reflex, and a lack of affect?
Perhaps the fact that a 7-year-old boy is alone
and his parents wouldn't bother to be with him when he's in the hospital.
Hmm. Personalizing, Philip?
No, sir.
Here you are, baby. I had to go all the way
to the CVS on Commonwealth to get you the cherry kind.
It'll be right here waiting for you when you wake up.
Ah. There's a lesson for you all.
Things are not always what they appear to be,
and even the remarkable Mr. Markoff
isn't perfect.
[laughter]
All right, guys. Next patient.
I only torture you,
because when every major hospital
comes clamoring for you to do your residency with them,
I want you to realize that this place
recognizes your talent
and is gonna push you to be even better.
Also, I-- Well, I kind of like torturing you.
[chuckles]
Oh. Sorry.
Don't turn around.
Uh, what part of "Don't turn" didn't you understand? Oh, sorry.
Um, he is locked in.
Um, I think he's looking at you.
Uh, no. He is definitely looking at you.
[chuckles] I don't think so.
Damn.
He could not get cuter
if he was holding a teddy bear and a puppy.
[Doctor Mr. Markoff?
Yes? We need your genius.
He li-i-ikes you.
[laughs]
[muttering]
Butene...
[mutters]
[sighs] Cyclooctene...
Antiaromatic.
Ah, aromatics are tough.
Yeah.
[chuckles]
Um, I can never figure out
which electrons to put where.
You wanna know a trick? Don't memorize, diagram.
I'm Philip, by the way. Markoff.
We actually-- We met the other day for a second.
Well, we didn't really meet. We just kind of bumped.
Yeah.
Um, I'm Megan...McAllister.
So that's cool.
You're-- You're helping out at the clinic.
Yeah. And you're, uh, going to med school.
That I am.
That's cool, too.
Yeah, I should really be going, 'cause I have to study.
I have this huge test in 17 hours.
Whoa. You've got a test tomorrow, and you are studying?
Yeah. That's what people do.
No, not me.
[laughs] Um,
okay, so what do you think should be doing?
I think you should be cutting loose, airing out your brain.
Right. Right.
So, when I fail the test tomorrow,
can I write that theory in at the essay portion
of my medical school applications?
Uh, so you're--
Where-- Where you applying?
Here, he asks hopefully?
Hmm?
Um, probably Brent.
I probably won't get in. Um...
They really would be lucky to have you.
You don't even know me. Oh, my God. That's true.
Wow. Okay. Come on. I'll quiz you on the way.
On the way where? 729. I got your page number.
On the way to the place I always go the night before an exam.
Uh, you know what? I really have to study,
and I'm-- I'm not that, you know,
"run away with a guy I've only known for 30 seconds" type of girl, so...
Okay. [clears throat]
Um, okay.
SUNY Albany, summa cum laude.
Uh, B.U. med school,
second year, top 5% of my class.
Not bragging. I love animals. I don't like birds, though.
I am an unapologetic member of the Young Republicans,
but I also don't really like to talk politics.
Uh, sometimes I work too hard.
And when I was little,
I really hated wearing full-length pants.
Strange. I know. [laughs]
And, um,
in case you haven't noticed, I really like you.
So I'll pick you up at 8:00?
I, um-- I have to change.
Don't do that. Never do that. I like you just the way you are.
I meant my clothes.
Right. Clothes.
All right. I'll pick you up at 7:30, then.
Okay.
All right.
Okay. So the trick to roulette,
or at least my theory is you gotta feel the numbers.
You've gotta really, really kind of get in sync with the wheel.
Are you hearing yourself right now?
Yeah, it works. Watch. Here. I'll show you.
Final bets, please. Place your bets.
Is this you hearing or feeling the number?
Mm-hmm. [laughing]
Last chance, people. I got it.
Black 22.
Oh! Oh.
Red 12. I don't think that theory works.
Or maybe someone was distracting me. Oh, so now it's my fault?
Yes, of course, it was your fault. Fine. Blame it on me.
You're a bad person. [laughing]
Your drinks, sir. Oh.
Thank you.
Oh, my gosh. That's a very pink drink.
I have to be good. It's a school night.
All right. Trust me, though.
The rush is gonna be good for you,
and it releases the endorphins,
gets your brain working.
Cyclopropene.
Um, aromatic?
There you go. All right. Here we go.
See? You know this stuff. You just gotta trust yourself.
Okay. Oh, okay.
Take these. Here we go.
Close your eyes. Okay.
And really feel them.
Feeling them. Right.
Last chance. Final bets. I want 7.
Red 7. Yes.
Oh, my God! [laughing]
Whoa. Red 7. We got a winner here. That's insane.
Look at that.
Oh, my God. Wow.
[laughing]
I know this is probably way too late,
but you're not dating anyone, right?
Well, I was dating Leonardo DiCaprio,
and then he moved to Hollywood and got all famous, so I dumped him.
Right. Yeah.
So I think we're good.
What are you doing for lunch? When?
I don't know. The next 50, 60 years?
Well, I have to check my book, Okay.
but...
Hey, wait. Wait, wait, wait.
What? Are you okay? Yeah, yeah.
Hi.
Mmm. Mmm.
Welcome home.
Yay! All right.
Let's go inside. It's cold. You're still cold?
Ooh. Heat. Yay.
You cold? Yeah.
Give me your hands.
My mom used to do this to keep my hands warm when I was little.
It warms them up.
This may be the cutest thing ever.
[chuckles]
Mmm. Mmm.
Have you told your parents we've moved in together yet?
Philip, I'm--
Look, it's important to you, okay?
So it's important to me.
I know And I'm gonna tell them. I promise.
I just don't wanna deal with the...
[sighs] "You're so young.
"You've only known him for six months.
Are you sure about this?" Blah, blah, blah.
But I promise you I'm gonna tell them.
Okay.
Hey, I have an idea. Uh-oh.
How about we stop unpacking, Mm-hmm.
order Chinese food, and study together?
Well, that sounds nice.
But I got a study group tonight
I got to go to.
Microanatomy.
Boo. Right?
And the worst part is
it's probably gonna go all night,
so I wouldn't wait up for me either.
But we can celebrate tomorrow.
I'm a med school widow already. I knew this would happen.
[chuckles] You are not. Stop it.
Well, can you at least drop these off for me?
What, are those applications?
Yep. I only have one more to go.
All right, all right. Well...
you're getting into B.U., so I wouldn't stress it.
[chuckles]
I like you.
I like you, too.
Do you really have to go? Yeah, I do.
But I will kiss you right when I get home, okay? Yeah.
I love you.
I love you, too.
Bye.
[sighs]
[Megan] I feel like a tourist.
[Philip] Just, you know, squint your eyes
and then pretend you're in Paris.
[speaks French]
Say what?
It means I'm freezing my butt off.
Oh, does it?
Here. Get in here. What are you doing?
How's that? Is that better?
Mmm. Much better. Thank you.
You're welcome. You can start calling me Pocket.
What's in here?
Driver, will you stop the carriage for a second?
What's going on? You trust me?
Should I?
Megan McAllister,
I love you with all of my heart.
Will you marry me?
Philip, there's nothing I want more than to marry you, but...
But what?
I haven't even graduated yet.
and you're still in med school, and you haven't even met my parents.
Well, let's go. Right now.
Tonight. We can leave this second. We'll go to New Jersey.
Driver, do you think this horse can make it to New Jersey?
I think the horse is gonna get really tired and sick, but then we'll drive.
They're gonna go crazy.
Babe, I know this might sound
a little old-fashioned,
but I really want their blessing.
I want them to be happy for us.
I love you so much.
I love you, too.
♪ [pop]
Philip, it's just my parents.
It's gonna be fine. They're gonna love you.
♪ [continues]
Oh, Megan. Hey.
Hi.
Oh, honey, hi, hi.
Mom, Dad, this is Philip.
Hello, Philip. It's a pleasure to meet you.
I was told you like roses, Mrs. McAllister.
My weakness. Thank you.
And please, call me Susan.
Susan. Ahem.
And I'm told your weakness is Pinot grigio.
I guess my secret is out.
[laughter] I haven't had this one.
Thank you.
So, let's go inside.
Lunch should be ready any moment.
Yeah. Come on in.
[laughter]
Wow, Philip-- you really must rate.
Mom doesn't bring out the silver for just anybody.
[Laughs] Well, it just seems a shame
to keep something so pretty...
[conversation drowns out]
Philip? Philip.
Philip? Yeah.
Thank you, I'd love some.
Mmm. Looks so good.
[clears throat]
So, uh, Mr. McAllister--
Uh-uh-uh-uh.
I'm sorry. Um, David-- Better.
I hear that you have an awesome short game.
You play? Oh, yeah.
Mr. McAllister, you know why we came here today.
Yes, I do, and...
I'm sure you can imagine some of the questions I have.
Absolutely. I mean, what's the rush, right? Yeah.
Aren't you too young? Mm-hmm.
What about your studies?
And how do I know I can trust you
with the person that I care about the most in all the world?
Yeah, that-- that about sums it up.
Well, sir, with me,
what you see is pretty much what you get.
I grew up near Syracuse,
parents split when I was a kid.
Not rich, no handouts.
I had to work my way through school.
Summa cum laude from SUNY Albany.
And I love your daughter very much.
You sound like the American Dream.
Isn't that a good thing, sir?
Mr. McAllister...
I would like very much to spend the rest of my life
making Megan happy.
You know, there's no rush.
You guys could live together for a bit,
really get to know each other.
We have been living together for a bit.
Really?
I mean, it just works great, you know?
He's amazing, and he's at the top of his class,
and he helps me, and we study together.
And it's crazy, but...
we're just great for each other.
[Laughs] He'll still charge you.
That's exactly right-- by the hour.
Megan, you managed to find a young man
capable of crushing it 300 yards off the tee
and keeping it in the middle of the fairway.
[overlapping chatter]
Okay. Okay.
Bye, baby.
Love you, too. Nice meeting you guys.
Drive safely. Okay.
[laughs]
I told you. I told you, Pocket.
It's gonna be happily ever after for you and me.
It's amazing.
[indistinct] Ha ha!
Okay, so... Huh?
Ask me again. What?!
Come on, please ask me again.
All right. [clears throat]
Megan McAllister, I love you with all my heart.
Yes! Will you marry--
[laughter]
Yes, yes. Okay.
Mmm.
That was fast.
Well, I couldn't wait to meet you.
Mmm, charmer.
I like that.
[Photographer] Oh, it's great. Big smile.
Is my tie okay? Yeah.
[laughing] Some of this?
Can you remind me why-- what this is for again?
It's for the web site.
We have a web site?
It's going to be a pink web site.
Yes.
[Photographer] Smiling.
What happened? [laughs]
Oh! You look like Ken and Barbie.
Did he say Ken and Barbie? Yeah.
Is he making fun of us? No, it's cute.
[Photographer] Hey, great.
You're a beautiful couple.
[Megan] This is going to be the wedding web site
to end all wedding web sites.
Babe, this is looking so cute!
Hey, oh, are you busy?
No, I'm not busy at all. I'm just looking at genetic notes.
But go ahead. Tell me about this web site.
Well, it's going to be where we're registered and everything, obviously.
But then there's going to be pictures
and there's ing to be a countdown.
It's like a rocket launch.
There's gonna be a quiz for all our friends to take
to see how well they know us.
Doesn't really matter how well other people know us.
It's about how well we know each other.
God, I like you.
I like you, too. We should get married.
Ha ha! I'm so excited to finally meet your family.
Um...babe, I wanted to talk to you about that, okay?
I talked to them, and I don't know if they're going to be able to make it.
What are you talking about?
It's our engagement party. I know.
Philip, we're getting married.
Don't you think it's strange
that I haven't met your family?
Well, we're a strange family.
We're all nice to you now, Philip,
but if you mess with our little sister--
Yeah, okay, I promise-- I will be good.
You have nothing to worry about. You better be.
Hey, what are you doing with my fiancé?
Nothing. No, they're just scaring
the ever-living crap out of me.
We like this guy.
I told you-- he's a good one.
And look--I found my maid of honor.
Ah, one of 19.
Not to mention the three flower girls,
the two ring bearers--
But you're my favorite. Thank you.
No, I know it's not all about just the one day.
It's about spending the rest of my life...
Sorry, can you guys excuse me for a second?
Yeah.
Now, which one of you boys wants to get me a drink?
Philip.
Oh, it's so good to see you.
Oh, this house-- it's so beautiful.
It's--
Philip... Philip what?
Hey, I didn't scare you off with all the wedding talk, did I?
No, no, no. Okay, sorry.
I'm Philip's mother.
Oh, my gosh!
It's so nice to finally meet you!
My parents cannot wait
to introduce you to everyone. This is--
Okay, don't move. I'll be right back.
She's very beautiful.
Mm-hmm.
Oh, I see your father's, huh?
He's already good friends with the McAllisters?
You're still keeping score, huh, Mom?
You know, if it makes you feel any better,
Dad's never met them before today, either, okay?
The happy family together again.
Well, I-- I'm not seeing your brother,
so I'm guessing that he wasn't invited.
Guess whatever you want.
[overlapping chatter]
[music and chatter drowns out]
[camera clicks]
[camera clicking]
So, I was thinking, for every day,
we could do the Kate Spade Sag Harbor dinner plates
in the polka dots,
and then the salad plates in stripes,
because the stripes and the polka dots look really good together.
Especially on the deck of our beautiful beach house
that we're gonna have one day. Nice.
And, for when we invite the head of the hospital over--
who neither one of us can stand--
I was thinking we could do the Royal Doulton Etoile,
or the Spode India Tree. What do you think?
Oh, well, I think the guy that comes up with these names
has way too much time on his hands, personally.
[laughs] Ooh, and I got the countdown going. Look.
I mean, I know it's cheesy,
but 's cute, right?
[laughs] You know, you gotta have it.
Mm-hmm.
And it's in pink.
Jan--Janet, a friendly face.
That is exactly what I needed.
You're in scrubs? You look cute.
Where were you today? You missed a bunch of stuff on test.
I missed a lot of stuff. But I don't really-- I don't care.
Because I've got you, and you're gonna give me notes.
Because you're a good friend.
Sorry, friend. No, wait, wait, wait.
Ohh! Philip, you're drunk.
We're friends, right? Sure, we're friends.
But you're getting a little close.
Philip, stop.
What--Come on. No, knock it off!
Don't you say no to me.
Yeah? Watch me. Really?
What's wrong with you?
What would your fiancée say about this
if she found out about you?
Ohh! What did you say?
You threatening me?
Uh--
Uh...
Rhinestones. Oh, okay.
Um...
Wow.
Does that come with a light switch?
Let's look at some other dresses.
[laughter]
[Philip] Are these those disposable phones,
the ones that can't be traced or tracked, anything like that?
Yeah, no I.D., no nothing.
All right, thanks.
It's a lot of dress.
I like the way it moves.
Really? Moves?
It's like a tsunami.
Ohh. Oh, my God.
I am never getting married.
When you meet someone who makes you feel like Philip makes me feel--
and you will-- you'll do anything
to show him how much you love him--
even wear a tsunami dress.
Oh, wow, okay.
We've got cakes to taste. Go, get changed.
Quickly, quickly. We have to go!
Don't touch anything. We'll be back in an hour.
We are going to find a dress. Yes, we are.
[laughter]
[cell phone beeps]
Mmm. This is good.
Oh, that's yummy. You like it?
Mm-hmm. Megs...
you cannot go with this one. Why not?
Because all of your guests will die of pleasure,
and you will have that on your conscience.
I'm serious. This is so good.
Let me see. It's perfect.
[cell phone beeps] Mmm!
It's so good.
It's like raspberry something.
Oh, you guys, look.
My fiancé misses me.
Aww, he's the best boyfriend ever.
Just a little bit more of that.
[laughter]
Looks like a very interesting project.
Yep.
You can put my number in any of these phones, if you want.
[chuckles]
30, 32.
Hope it's not much longer.
I know. Let's hope that she--
Wow.
Good one?
Staggering. Wow.
I just want you to love it.
You are going to be the most beautiful bride ever.
I'm getting married!
[cheers and laughter]
Congratulations!
It's great. This is the one for sure.
I'll need to see some I.D.
That's me, man.
Brian Stevens.
Yeah.
[no audible dialogue]
Hey, Phil. Hey, man. How you doing?
Janet, can I talk to you for a sec?
Uh, sure. Cool.
So, listen, I just wanted to apologize for the other night,
'cause I was really drunk. No, I was out of line.
Forget it. And it's not okay.
But I just want to let you know--
if you even think about messing with me and my fiancée,
I swear to God--
You understand?
Okay. Yeah.
All right. Good.
[laughs] Okay.
All right.
[clears throat]
All right, guys, I'm out. Got to get to class.
Later dude. All right, see you.
[Man] And that concludes
the scintillating video portion
of our presentation.
You will see that offspring 4
is not sharing the same characteristics
with offspring 7.
Mr. Markoff, from which parent
did offspring 4 receive chromosome 13?
The father, obviously. That locus is linked
to congenital blindness, which doesn't appear in the maternal line.
Nobody likes a smartass, Mr. Markoff. Thank you.
All right, any questions? Yes, sir.
STUDENT: This genetic condition--
[beeping]
Philip, call me back, please.
I just tried to take out some cash,
and it says the account is overdrawn.
Don't worry about it. I'll pay, my treat.
Hey, baby it's me. Can you call me back? Bye.
I'm sure there's an explanation.
You should call the bank or something.
ATMs screw up all the time.
I've called Philip three times
in the past hour, and he hasn't called me back.
He's probably in class.
I'm telling you, it's just a bank screw-up.
You guys are starting a life together, Megs.
If you're gonna marry him, you have to trust him.
Okay?
Hey.
The strawberry is great. Ooh.
[cell phone rings] [gasps]
See? Drama queen.
Hello? Where have you been? Hey, baby.
I'm at the dean's office right now.
Listen, Megan, I'm so sorry
about the whole money thing.
I got this N.I.H. grant, and the check came late,
but I'm getting it Monday morning,
so I'll put the money back in the account
first thing, okay?
No, it's okay. I mean...yeah.
No, no, no, no. I'm totally serious.
We're supposed to be a team, you know?
I want us to be able to tell each other everything.
No secrets. Look, sweetheart, I gotta let you go.
But I wanted to call and let you know
that I am very sorry. Your fiancé is a big, dumb idiot,
and that it's all taken care of.
Okay.
I love you so much. I love you, too.
Bye.
[pop] [gasps]
Yay!
To my best friend's wedding.
Mmm, Red Sox, huh?
My favorite team. Come on in.
You got some mail.
Oh.
It's from B.U.
Ooh, hello, Dr. McAllister.
It's really thin. Open it.
"Dear Miss McAllister, thank you for this application. We--"
[sighs]
No?
Oh, man.
But--
[laughs]
You're way too cute to be shy.
Oh.
Is that what you're into? You want me to tie you up?
No. You.
But how am I gonna give you a massage if my hands are tied?
I don't want a massage.
Okay, well, I don't do bondage, so...
I guess we're in a bit of a standoff here, huh?
All right. Get down on the floor. Hands behind your back.
You don't have to do any of this-- All the way down!
I'll give you whatever you want.
Shh, shh, shh.
Put your hands behind your back.
All right. Give me your hands.
Put them up.
[Moaning]
[dialing]
Trisha Leffler from Las Vegas.
I know where you live now.
This is an ATM card, right? Yeah.
What's your PIN? 4321.
What's your PIN?
It's 4321.
[crying] Please don't hurt me.
Ohh, no! Shut up. Shut up.
Don't say a word. Do you understand?
[muffled voices and music]
All right.
There you go.
Before I leave,
I'm gonna take a little souvenir, okay?
Hmm? Yeah.
[crying] Shh, shh, shh, shh.
It's okay.
[muffled screams]
[whimpering]
[elevator dings]
Thank you. Such a gentleman.
[chuckles]
So after he'd cut off your panties with a knife
to keep as a souvenir? He took my phone
and deleted the messages he left for me.
[Officer] May I see that phone, ma'am?
How'd he get your number?
He replied to my Craigslist ad, and I texted him back.
So, then this entirely anonymous person--
who could've been anybody-- you, uh,
decided to invite him up to your room?
I'm usually a better judge.
What were you advertising, Miss Leffler? Massages.
So, if we check your record for any priors,
we're not gonna turn up any, uh, solicitation, prostitution?
Look, I'm not the criminal here, okay? He is.
And I hope you nail his preppy ass.
I'm telling you, what he did to m-
he's done it before, and he liked it.
Liked what?
I don't know.
Humiliating me.
The one with the Red Sox cap, just like the lady said.
Calm, attractive, non-threatening.
A psycho who likes to rough up defenseless women.
Couldn't ask for a better cover.
[Megan] Philip?
Baby?
Hey.
I thought you weren't coming back till tomorrow.
I needed to see you. Why, what happened?
What happened, baby?
I didn't get in.
Ohh, sweetie.
I knew it was a long shot, but I thought...
maybe if I wasn't in undergrad.
Listen, they're idiots, okay?
Yeah, but they accepted you.
You see? Which proves my point.
[laughs] It's not funny.
Listen, I'll transfer wherever you go.
No, J don't want you to transfer.
I worked really hard, you know? I really did.
I know.
And now I just ruined everything.
No, baby, you did not ruin anything, okay?
Look at me. You didn't ruin anything.
B.U. was our plan. We were supposed to be together.
And we will be.
No matter what happens, we're gonna be fine.
Can we just stay like this for a little bit?
We can stay like this for as long as you want.
It's just you and me, Pocket.
Nothing else matters.
You really got to go away again?
Final fitting. No, no final fitting.
I love you.
Love you, too.
Call me when you get there, okay? Okay, I will.
Okay. Bye.
[starts engine]
"Dear Miss McAllister, we regret to inform you that--"
Well...
I guess that decides it.
On to plan B.
Oh, man, you're in.
St. Kitts. This is fantastic!
It's such a great program. Look, baby.
But, Mom, that's-- that's a million miles away.
I can't move a million miles away from my husband.
Well, if he loves you now,
he's going to love you in five years after you graduate, right?
Mom...I really don't want to disappoint you.
Oh, honey, you could never--
Baby, you'll never disappoint me.
It's just--
It would be such a waste.
You are so bright and so compassionate.
You would make an amazing doctor.
I've thought about this a lot.
If we can't go to medical school together,
then I'll just wait.
I can always reapply later if I want to.
But for now, this is what I want.
[cell phone ringing]
Hello? [Megan] Hey, guess where I am.
I'm so glad I got you. Listen, I was thinking--
what about a beach wedding?
We'd have a beautiful sunset ceremony.
I was just sleeping. Can I call you later?
You were? It's the middle of the afternoon.
I know. I've been working hard.
Okay, yeah, I'll call you later. I love you.
Okay. Bye.
So, what's up? What did he say?
Did he like your idea?
Yeah, he loved it. He was just studying.
But he liked it. It's gonna be amazing.
[chuckles]
[cell phone rings]
Hold on one second, okay, Mom?
Okay.
I gotta go.
Why? What's wrong? You okay?
I'm-- I'm fine.
Then why do you have to go?
Um, I'm going to see a guy I met on the train.
What guy? Is he cute? What's he do?
He's a student. In?
I don't know what in.
You got to know something about hi, honey.
Where's he from?
I promise I will get you the whole 411.
Okay, have fun. I love you, Julissa.
I love you, too.
[elevator dings]
Are you Brian? Yeah.
You're beautiful.
You're not so bad yourself.
Ready? Yeah.
Um...
what do you do here in Boston, Brian?
I'm, uh, a grad student.
What do you study? Sciences.
Oh, that is so cool.
I'm actually doing grad work myself right now in New York.
Drug and alcohol counseling, I figure.
Nobody knows the territory like somebody who's been there themselves, right?
Get down on the ground. Put your hands behind your back right now.
Uhh! Aah!
Ow!
Uhh!
Just get on the gr--
[screaming]
Julissa Brisman, New York City.
Massage table, no forcible entry.
Sound familiar?
One difference-- CSI said there was skin under the fingernails.
She fought back, so he shot her.
He's stepping it up.
Yeah.
Mr. Markoff.
What--
[sighs]
Whoa. I scared you.
Dr. Shaneway... I'm sorry, sir.
I'm a little jumpy, I guess.
I've been staying awake two nights in a row,
memorizing genetic sequences.
Trying to impress me.
Always, sir.
How's your fiancée?
Good, great. I mean, um...
you know, we've both got school.
[clears throat] And then there's the wedding.
So, it's a lot. I bet.
Well, um, I'd better get going.
But, um... have a good evening.
You, too, Phillip, and try to get some rest.
Okay. Yeah, I will.
Hey. Hey. I'm sorry.
You didn't give me a kiss when you got in.
I know, I didn't want to wake you--
Oh, my God. What happened to your neck?
A woman went psychotic in the ER tonight.
It was crazy. She went nuts.
She hurt a nurse, so I had to step in and do something.
My hero.
Come to bed.
We may have just caught a break.
A friend of Julissa's just called, got me into her phone.
We have the text she got from the last guy she had an appointment with.
Digital Forensics can get an I.P. off that.
We can get an address, maybe even a name.
That'll take, what, a couple of days? At least.
[woman sobbing]
How'd he meet her?
Another ad on Craigslist?
Looks like that.
I don't get. In this day and age,
girls in a friggin' hotel room,
a guy she doesn't even know-- I just--
[crying]
Mrs. Flores, Detective Bennett.
Sorry for the loss of your daughter.
She was a good girl.
I'm sure she was.
She s just getting her life together.
Who would do this?
Who would do this to my baby?
[crying]
Used to be able to tell who the bad guys were, right?
Now it's all texts and emails and web sites.
The creeps are hiding in our houses, and...
we don't even know who they are.
It is 7:07, and once again, here's Matt.
All right, Meredith, thank you.
And now to a story out of Boston
that's going to terrify anyone...
Wow, this is in Boston.
What's that?
This guy's right here in Boston.
...on the popular web site Craigslist.
Police say he's already killed one woman...
[cell phone rings]
Hello? Hey, Megan. It's Mom.
Listen, I was watching the news,
and I saw this story
about this Boston hotel killer.
No, we're not staying in a hotel.
We're here at home, studying.
Me and Philip are safe.
Okay.
I love you. Bye.
[Man] Of course, the profile is never exact,
but a pretty clear picture is emerging
of what we're looking for.
We're talking about a guy with an inability
to form close emotional relationships with women.
Probably sexual issues.
A loner.
A guy who shies away from the crowd.
Okay, I guess I could tell the story of how--
Maybe later. Come on.
What's up? Let's go.
You didn't even give me a chance.
A man with no sense of status,
of accomplishment.
Let me get this straight.
We're looking for a big blond loser,
wearing a Red Sox cap in Boston?
Is that what you're telling me?
Let's get right on that one.
We should have that settled by morning.
Than for the crack work, Detective.
Maybe somebody will I.D. the photo.
We got a blurry photo with the same damn guy
wearing the same friggin' hat. This is just going great.
[Newscaster] Police are now hoping someone out there
recognizes this man from all the surveillance photos
in the various hotels.
They are trying to get onto this track this morning,
but so far they have no leads.
Police say the warning is out to women now
that this man is still on the loose...
[knock on door]
especially if you post ads on Craigslist.
Who is it?
[Man] Marcelo, superintendent.
I need to talk to you.
Oh, my God. That's amazing.
Nice.
[cell phone beeps]
All right, that's it for me.
I'm cashing out. I'm done.
I'm sorry, I gotta go.
I've got another date, ladies. I'm so sorry.
$5,300.
[cell phone vibrating]
[Automated voice] You have three new messages.
[Megan] Hey, Philip. I need to talk to you. Where are you?
Message deleted.
[Megan] Philip, call me. I need to talk to you, okay?
Message deleted.
[Megan] Baby, where are you? Call me as soon as--
No, no. Message deleted.
[sighs]
Hey, your client there yet?
He called and said he'd be late ten minutes.
All right, well, text me when he gets there.
Promise. Love you, sweetheart.
I love you, too, babe.
You're a young one. Come on in.
It's just a lap dance, like the ad said, okay??
That's all I came for, yeah.
Lie face-down on the floor.
Lie face-down on the floor right now!
Put your hands behind your back.
Listen to me--I do not want to kill you, okay?
[cell phone rings]
Who's calling your phone? I don't know.
Honey, take a seat. Don't move, don't move.
Get off! Get off!
[screams]
What the hell's going on here?
[grunting]
[door opens]
[Newscaster speaking on television]
[breathing heavily]
The hunt for the man being called the "Craigslist Killer"
has spread this morning from Boston to Rhode Island.
Police in Warwick, near Providence, are investigating
a robbery attempt that may involve the same man
who killed two young women in Boston.
Boston police say the murderer apparently targeted--
I thought you said no secrets.
What are you talking about?
Where have you been?
What do you mean?
The super came by.
You haven't paid the rent in three months.
If there's something going on, then I need to know before--
Before what? Before you marry me?
I missed some bills, Meg.
I'm sorry, okay? I'm studying 20 hours a day.
I've got millions of tons of crap that I'm dealing with,
and professors on top of that. But you know what?
You're right, you're right. I screwed up.
I screwed up, and I'm-- You know what?
I'm sorry that I'm not the perfect guy you thought I was.
I never asked you to be the perfect guy.
Then what are you asking me?
What do you want from me, Meg?
I should've told you first, okay?
And-- And I didn't. I just--
I get in my own head about things, and--
[sighs]
It's been a really hard time for me, you know?
It's been a hard time for me, too.
I know, I know.
Look, I am-- I'm sorry, babe.
I am so sorry, okay?
I haven't been there for you, and I'm gonna be there, all right?
Baby, look at me. It's my fault, okay?
But I am trying my best.
I'll go down to the management office tomorrow.
I'll take care of it, right away, first thing.
I promise, okay?
God, I love you.
I don't want to mess this up, babe. I don't want to lose you.
I'm not going anywhere.
You promise? Yes.
Good.
Just...you need to let me in, okay?
[laughs]
I have no idea what I did to deserve you.
The lady got lucky.
Husband was in the lobby, came to check on her.
Hey, blow that up for me, would you?
Uh, Lieutenant?
We tracked an I.P. address
for that last email to Julissa.
Whoever sent it lives in Quincy.
He who kills by the internet
fries by the internet, right?
He's not frying yet. It's an apartment complex,
so the killer could've been using someone else's wireless signal.
Then I want a full tenant list for that building.
I want six units down there, six invisible units.
And I want 100 copies of this picture blown up.
Let's hope the coffee's good down in Quincy.
[Bennett] No, no, no. Listen to me, listen to me.
I don't want you hanging out in the mall on a school night.
You understand?
Okay, all right. You got a ride?
Do I know him?
Okay. All right.
Great, I love you, baby. I'll see you back at the house.
This guy is driving me crazy.
I mean, he's turning me into my old man here.
I'm two seconds away from locking my daughter up for good.
Gotta let her go at some point.
Do I?
There's got to be 800 units in this place.
Great. All we've got to do now is wait for a guy to waltz by
who looks like a vicious loner killer
with emotional issues.
You're kidding me, right?
This guy could be anybody.
You got another picture I can look at? Anything?
If you see anyone, just give me a call.
[elevator dings]
Good luck with that, Officer.
[laughs] Hey.
Before we go... What?
What are we having for dinner tonight?
Making something good? I don't know yet.
You don't have to cook tonight.
No, I want to.
Okay. Laundry time first, though.
I.P. came up with a name.
Son of a bitch.
Philip Markoff, residing in Quincy, Mass.
Are you kidding me?
I mean, come on, you put a baseball cap on that freak,
we've definitely got our guy.
He's a med student at B.U.
478 friends.
Who the hell would want 478 friends?
"Religious views-- it's complicated."
"Relationship status-- engaged."
Quite a catch, this fella, huh?
We can always bring him in, question him.
No, no, no, no.
We stop by, he's not there, he hears we showed up--
he's off to Brazil.
I don't want to spook him.
We just sit tight, keep him under surveillance,
get a positive I.D. from the masseuse,
and boom-- nail him.
[Newscaster] And the hunt for the so-called "Craigslist Killer"
is intensifying, with police hoping to catch him
before he strikes again.
NBC's Jeff Rossen has the latest now from Boston.
See? This is way better.
Amy, police are literally going hotel to hotel now
here in the Boston area...
Wow, this is him?
That could be anybody.
They're worried he's planning his next attack.
I'll be right back.
Are you all right? Yeah.
Over the weekend, investigators pored through--
If you're still mad, I'd just rather
we called the whole thing off.
[Donna Reed] You certainly have an in...
[breathing heavily]
[echoing voices]
[Deborah Kerr on TV] Until I met you--
Hey, you know what? ...was possible, either.
Let's get out of here. What?
I don't know. Let's go somewhere, yeah?
You and me, right now. I'm getting cabin fever.
Those crazy stories on the news, and we've been studying so much--
I know, but I have an exam. If I want to reapply to med school,
I can't fail my senior year.
Okay, then we'll just-- let's bring your books.
We can bring your books, and you can study, you know?
We can check into a hotel, get some room service.
We can order some movies, we can do some other things.
[laughs]
Yeah?
We should go to Foxwoods. Oh.
No, we should go to Foxwoods. It'll be like a pre-honeymoon.
I don't know if it's a good idea to be gambling right now.
No, no, we're not gambling. There's a spa.
We can go to the spa and get away from all this noise.
Really?
Doctor's orders.
Okay.
Yeah? [laughs]
Here we go.
Who are you, pretty lady?
Next victim?
No, no, no. Not his M.O.
What's with the suitcases?
Skipping town?
Get a picture. I don't want to make our move
until we get a positive I.D. from Trisha Leffler.
[camera clicking]
Seems a little jumpy.
If I had a pretty girl hanging on my arm,
I'd be a hell of a lot happier than he is.
Maybe nice girls aren't his type.
Hang in there, sweetheart. We're not gonna let you out of our sight.
[starts engine]
Looks like they're heading out of the city.
Detective Frye, requesting State Trooper assistance.
Pursuing suspect south on Congress Street.
Champagne-colored SUV.
Where the hell are you two going?
Babe. Babe... would you let me?
What? We're just--
Hey, let's speed up.
You want to go? Let's get there fast. Why not?
Uh, maybe not?
You're the thrill-seeker of the family, remember?
I'm just the sweet little girl from Jersey.
Fine.
They're making a move.
Heading for the 95.
This could be the positive I.D.
All right, this is it. Call it.
We're taking him down.
[siren blaring]
What?
Why are they pulling us over? I wasn't even speeding.
Get out of the car. Out of the car! What is happening?
Let's go, now, move it. Hands on the dash!
Engine off. Get out of the car.
Take her, take her. What is going on?
Get out of the car. Keep your hands up.
What did I do? What did--
Why are you doing this? Wait.
What's going on?
Philip Markoff, you're under arrest
for the murder of Julissa Brisman. [Megan] What?
On the ground. That's crazy! What--
Philip, tell them that they have the wrong person!
We're gonna take you back to Boston
and ask you some questions.
Up. You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.
What is going on? You have the right to an attorney.
If you cannot afford one, one will be appointed by the court.
Do you understand these rights as they've been read to you?
Yes.
Bag.
This guy keeps an awful lot of books under his bed, huh?
I used to do the same thing in college.
It's cheaper than buying shelves.
This, on the other hand,
I did not have under my bed at school.
Whoa.
We got him.
Bingo.
9 millimeter. Bag!
Grab the other side. We're gonna lift it.
Look at that.
Tell me you never hid your socks under your mattress, huh?
Trophy.
How many you got there?
13, 14, 15, 16.
16.
Only three reported.
Obviously the others didn't want their mothers to know
what they do for a living, right?
With all due respect, Detectives,
you're embarrassing yourselves.
All right? What have you got?
You got a superficial resemblance to what?
An out-of-focus surveillance video?
Well, we got flex cuffs, 16 pairs of women's panties,
and a 9 millimeter.
All right, well, you've got some party favors,
and you've got some unwashed laundry,
and, yeah, I bought a gun to protect my fiancée.
I mean, we live in a sketchy neighborhood, sir. Is that right?
We spoke to the owner of the gun shop up in New Hampshire.
He says he, uh, sold the gun to a Brian Stevens.
Whose I.D. happened to be in your top drawer.
You want to explain to us why you purchased a weapon
with somebody else's I.D.?
Sir, I'm a straight-A medical student.
I'm-- I'm getting married in a month.
I mean, would you guys care to explain to me
why I would go around and--
and shoot prostitutes in hotel rooms?
What, you still don't believe me?
Ask around.
[Megan] You have no idea how wrong you are about Philip.
Do you know where he was between 9:00 and 11:00 pm on April 14?
He's dedicated his whole life
to becoming a doctor and helping people.
So, you don't know where he was between 9:00 and 11:00 on April 14?
He's a medical student, okay?
He spends thousands of hours at the library and the lab,
and I'm sure there's people there that have seen him.
We'll be sure to check that out.
There's nothing to check out.
This is a huge mistake, okay?
Philip is not a killer.
Did you know that we found handcuffs,
a 9 millimeter pistol, and 16 pairs of women's panties
stuffed under your mattress?
Did you know that?
I'm marrying Philip on August 14.
You don't think I know my own fiancé?
You don't think that I would've known
if there was a gun under my own--
I don't know what you know, Miss McAllister.
Look, am I under arrest or something? No.
In fact, you're free to go.
But you can't go back to your apartment.
And your car's been impounded as evidence.
If I'm free to go, then I'm going.
Are you telling me that one of our top students
is the Craigslist Killer?
No, no, we're just investigating at this point,
checking out his story.
So, you're saying he was actually here,
you know, studying, being a student?
I'm saying he was actually here
being a star in all of his classes.
Look, Lieutenant, I don't know if you know
just how hard it is to be a medical student.
It's not physically possible
for someone to do as brilliantly
as Philip has done
in one of the most competitive programs in the country,
and then run off to Rhode Island and commit these crimes.
Not physically possible.
[buzzer sounds]
[inmates shouting]
[buzzer sounds]
[inmates shouting]
[David] How did these people get here?
How did they know?
[Reporter] How could you not know?
Dad, what--
Do not talk to them.
I want you to go inside right away.
[reporters chattering]
[Reporter] Megan! Megan!
[Michael] You guys are on private property.
You must step off of my property. Now.
[inmates shouting]
Seven! Seven! Seven!
[buzzer sounds]
[grunts]
[gasps]
[coughing]
[Megan] They won't even let me call him.
I mean, he's in there all alone, and I can't even--
I can't talk to him. I can't do anything. I'm so sorry.
When this is all over, I'm going to make sure
that he demands an apology,
because a doctor cannot have an accusation like this
hanging over his head. This is ridiculous.
Look, we don't even really know what happened.
Of course we do. They arrested the wrong guy.
That's what happened.
I'm just saying, there's a lot of the story
that we still don't know.
Oh, my God. You guys are just like everybody else.
You really think that he's a killer?
You think that he's a killer,
and I've been living with him this whole time?
And I didn't know? No, no.
That I'm that stupid?
I mean, Mom, come on. If someone came to the door
and told you that Dad is a killer, would you believe him?
Oh, my God.
Sweetie, we just feel--
Unfortunately, you are here today
because you were given the wrong information,
as was the public.
Philip Markoff is a beautiful person
inside and out, and couldn't hurt a fly.
A police officer in Boston, or several,
is trying to make big bucks by selling a false story
to the TV stations. What else is new?
Philip is an intelligent man
who is just trying to live his life.
So, if you could leave us alone, we would appreciate it.
We expect to marry in August
and share a wonderful and meaningful life together.
Thank you.
Our boy sure picked the right girl.
[Man] I've known Phil Markoff since sophomore year.
I can't even put into words
the disbelief I'm feeling right now.
He was a great guy.
He wasn't someone who'd ever even own a gun.
[Reporter] As Markoff is without resources,
it's the taxpayers of Massachusetts
who'll be footing the bill for his defense.
Doing the honors will be well-known public defender Robert Grossman.
A public defender? That's insane!
His parents aren't even paying for a lawyer?
Dad, do you know somebody? We have to help him.
Although Markoff is being kept away from the media,
his attorney continues to publicly profess his client's inno--
We got him. He's got a public defender.
Is that right?
2005--a guy gets his underage girlfriend pregnant.
Tried to dodge statutory rape. He and his buddy
kill her with a knife and a brick, and toss her in the gutter.
Cops have fingerprints, DNA, confessions from both.
The buddy gets 20 years.
Ken Braniff gets Grossman as a lawyer--
goes free.
He's walking the streets of Boston today.
That's not true. Is that true?
Heh. Robert Grossman can make an alibi
out of two sticks and a ball of twine.
Then we need to make a preemptive strike
on Markoff's alibis.
Was that the door? I don't know.
No reporters on the property. I'm gonna call the police.
They are the police.
How are you, Megan? Good to see you again. Fine.
Detective Bennett, Boston P.D.
She was lucky. She got out with only two busted ribs.
He hit her so hard in the face, she's still having trouble seeing.
Look, you guys have the wrong guy, okay?
Philip isn't capable of killing anybody. Are you sure?
Everybody knows that the Boston Police Department
is the worst in the country.
This isn't about the Boston P.D.
We're trying to figure out who murdered an innocent young woman.
We have a positive I.D. from a woman he beat up
and robbed in Rhode Island.
[sighs]
I believe in Philip, Lieutenant.
Did you know your boyfriend posted on a sexual fetish web site
under the username "SexAddict53885"?
We took it right off his hard drive.
You--You guys could've put that on there.
Digital forensics can prove that Philip made these postings
long before he killed Julissa Brisman with a 9 millimeter.
Her skull fragments were found
embedded in the wall in the hotel room.
She died choking on her own blood.
SexAddict53885 was into-- and I quote--
"submission and humiliation".
All right, I'd like you to stop this now--
Whoa, whoa. Also on his list...
was "friendship and experimentation
with transvestites and transsexuals."
I said that's enough!
That's not Philip.
He's got a description of himself here.
"Born February 12, 1986.
"6'4", blond, athletic.
Eight inches, cut."
That's enough! You're out of here.
Does that physical description
match your absolute knowledge of your fiancé?
Detective, stop this now. Get out of here.
Is that your perfect fiancé? Don't put that--
Get them out of here!
You've done enough! You stop this now.
Megan!
You want to bully people? Get out of my house.
Leave our home now.
[vomits]
[buzzer sounds]
[Bennett] You sure you want to do this to Megan?
I thought you loved her.
I didn't do it.
You can spare everybody a lot of pain.
You want her to see you like this?
How ugly you are?
I didn't do it.
It's going to be a circus, Phil.
There's going to be pictures.
The media, they're going to turn you into a monster.
Phil...
talk to me, all right?
I mean, I don't-- I don't get it.
You had everything--
a beautiful girl who loved you,
a bright future.
If you'd played your cards right, years from now,
you'd be a rich doctor, having dinner parties
on the Vineyard with your wife and kids.
Right?
You'd be living the dream.
Instead of... rotting in here.
Help me out, Phil.
I need it to make sense-- for me.
Why would you do this?
Why would you hurt those people?
Why would you throw it all away?
We've been talking about Philip Markoff
and allegations about other killers leading double lives,
and frequently the women who love them,
or at least who always seem surprised when the cops--
That is not going to make you feel better.
It won't? No.
[sighs] I tried going over it in my head, and--
You know, what didn't I see?
He was-- He was a med student.
He worked late.
He was on his computer late at night.
How is that different from any other guy at B.U.?
It's not. So...
how was I supposed to make that leap?
Megs...he fooled everybody, okay?
He seemed like the perfect guy.
Maybe I just wanted him to be perfect so bad that...
I only saw what I wanted to see.
[crying] I loved him so much.
It's all right.
He made me feel like no one every made me feel.
Come here.
I'm right here.
Number four.
Did you get my suit back from the tailor?
He was going to fix the--
the button thing in my cuff.
Philip, stop.
The wedding's only a couple of weeks away now.
Stop it!
I came here today because...
I need you to look me in my eyes
and tell me the truth.
Can you do that, Philip?
Please?
I love you. I always will.
Please, just tell me.
Please?
Maybe--
the person who did this, maybe...
they didn't feel like they deserved
all that they had.
Maybe they didn't feel like they deserved
someone as amazing as you.
You're amazing.
I love you.
Maybe...
they felt like all they deserved
was to be punished.
I saw a picture of the gun.
And the underwear that you put under the mattress.
[crying] Our mattress.
How many girls were there?
16? Did you--
Were you safe? Do I need to get tested?
I mean, getting tested is a smart policy for anybody.
Please don't do that.
It said on your site that--
that you were into bondage and...
cross-dressing. Did you do that stuff?
Megan, sweetheart, you can't...
believe everything you see on the internet, you know?
This whole time.
You've been lying to me this whole time?
You've been looking in my eyes and lying to me?
I mean, what did I do?
What did I do to deserve this?
What-- What did I do?
I'm done here!
No, no. Megan, baby. Baby, baby--
Baby! Baby, baby, please come back! Please!
I'm scared! I'm scared to death in here. Please don't.
[crying] Please. Please don't--
Please.
I'm never going to see you again.
I love you, Pocket.
♪ Tell me what you think ♪
♪ Tell me what you feel ♪
♪ Is this thing a fake? ♪
♪ Or is it for real? ♪
♪ Is it what you hoped for ♪
♪ Or what you dreamed? ♪
♪ Or is it something strange ♪
♪ That you'd never seen? ♪
♪ Does it lift you up ♪
♪ Closer to the light? ♪
♪ Or does it send you raging ♪
♪ Into the night? ♪
♪ Where did it begin? ♪
♪ Will it ever end ♪
♪ Where the sun sets ♪
♪ And the river bends? ♪
♪ Where the river bends ♪
♪ Is a place I've been ♪
♪ The water's not as blue ♪
♪ And the grass, it ain't so green ♪
♪ The current gets strong ♪
♪ And can pull you down ♪
♪ You gotta swim hard ♪
♪ If you want to turn around ♪
♪ But I don't want to go there, baby ♪
♪ Not with you... ♪
[Newscaster] We'll begin with these new details
in the death of Philip Markoff--
the accused Craigslist Killer.
NBC's Jeff Rossen is in Boston.
Jeff, good morning to you.
Hi, Meredith, good morning to you.
This morning we're getting our first look inside Markoff's cell.
And just to paint a picture for you here,
police say he had photos of his ex-fiancée
spread out all over, it appears.
According to investigators,
this was the last thing he was looking at
before he committed suicide.
After he stabbed himself,
he wrote messages to her
on the wall in blood
in a spot where he could see it but she couldn't.
It was her name, and then he wrote something else,
which they believe may be a secret message.
♪ No, no, no ♪
[Megan laughs]
And, um...
a big oak tree in the front yard.
It's got to be big enough to build a tree house in, though.
Yes, for our three kids.
No, four. Four kids.
Four kids? Watch out. That's four college educations--
two med school, two law school. Okay.
Yes, but, lest we forget,
their dad is the head of surgery
at an internationally renowned teaching hospital.
And Mom just had a huge breakthrough
in cancer research.
Okay, so, make it five kids. Okay.
Four boys in a row,
and then after, a girl--
so she'll be really protected.
Well, if she looks anything like her mother,
she is going to be.
I'm crazy about you, Megan McAllister.
♪ Stay forever and ever ♪
♪ And ever, amen ♪
[cell door slams]