gutsy move out there, dodson. angela glances at detective weiss as he opens his locker.
you're alive. bad guy's dead. no point in using the other words.
even though it was reckless -- irresponsible -- stupid.
you're good, angela, real good but one of these days.
it's her, angela.
it's isabel. they arrive at the covered body in the courtyard. coroner sees angela approach and lifts the sheet from the face. angela comes to a dead stop, emotions coming fast and furious. she leans close and we see a mirror of angela. that's when you realize that wasn't a dream. this is her twin. but that circular symbol is nowhere on her wrist now. angela's eyes well with tears. it takes everything she has to stay in control. helps to wrap herself in the job. she steps back, looks up at the tall building.
no. she jumped. angela gives him an incredulous glare. shakes her head.
i know it's hard to accept but --
angela.  there was a surveillance camera on the roof.
take some time.  angela brushes off his hand, then spots weiss and the others on the other side of the room. whose hand was that?
security guard spotted him near the body, chased him out. we move past angela standing with weiss. around them is a complete shambles of fine dining --
he comes over here, makes a run at the entire menu and pow -- deflates like a fricken macy's day balloon. -- come to rest on john's shattered face. he stares down at hennessey. now yards of loose flesh sunken over an assemblage of bones. only that ragged black tie he wore is familiar now. john leans down to the remains of his friend. a cop starts to intervene but angela blocks him. let him be. john has trouble taking this in, reluctantly reaches into hennessey's coat pocket -- finds the protective amulet he himself removed from his friend. that's even more crushing.