Goren could not erase from his memory the vision of Eames in the hospital bed, wires connected to his whole body, and to the monitor, and that oxygen mask on his face.
A vision that tore at his heart.
He couldn't forget the doctor's words either.
- Your wife is in a coma.
His wife in a coma...
No...
That could not be possible.
The doctor must have been mistaken.
Eames couldn't have...
And yet...
The voice...
The doctor's grave face...
told him it was true.
Goren felt his heart stop, his vision blur, and his legs give out from under him.
Logan, who was at his side, barely caught Goren before he hit the ground.
Goren grabbed onto Logan's arms.
- What am I going to do...
Oh, God...
Goren forgot that there was also Frances, and that she was going to need him.
He understood her distress.
But to forget his daughter...
- Frances...
At Logan's words, Goren felt his heart stop, he opened his eyes wide.
My God...
His little Frances...
His beloved daughter...
How could he forget her.
Thanks to Logan's handling of the situation, Frances was not there to see her mother's condition, and she was better off.
My God...
How was he going to tell his daughter the news?
And above all...
He absolutely had to find whoever had dared to do this to Alex.
For his daughter.
And for himself.
- I want to go to the scene of the accident.
At her words, Logan shook his head in denial.
No.
He couldn't let Goren go to the scene.
The Brooklyn homicide detectives were already on the case, and their lieutenants were reporting to Deakins.
Goren was not to go.
And above all...
He had to look after his daughter.
Francès would need him.
- You must not go.
Don't go.
Logan wasn't serious.
A violent rage rose in Goren, and with all his strength, he pushed Logan away.
- I should stay here... Goren screamed, his face red. While Alex is in that hospital bed... He pointed to the bed where his wife was. Don't count on me. Goren, without a glance at Logan, walked to the door, opened it, and stopped. I will find the culprit at any cost. He left the room, and took one last look at Logan, his face serious. And no one will stop me.
Since that day in the hospital, Goren had spent all his time in homicide, going through all the files on his wife's accident.
Deakins had tried to talk him out of it...
But in the end...
He gave in.
Let him do his research.
Goddamn it...
In rage, he closed the file.
There was nothing.
Not a clue that could help him in his research.
With all his strength, he clenched his fists in front of his white knuckles.
If it continued like this...
He would never find the person responsible for Eames' condition.
And that he would not allow.
Eames had almost died...
And nothing said that sooner or later she would come out of her coma.
He could never live without her.
Nor could he take care of his daughter.
Eames was the one who took care of everything for Frances.
How was he going to manage his research...
And take care of his daughter.
He had only one solution.
- I'll send Francès to her grandparents.
At his words, Logan stopped what he was doing, looked at Goren as if forbidden, shocked by his words.
Did Logan heard right...
Goren couldn't have said that.
He wasn't going to part with Francès.
The little girl was already feeling neglected.
Logan couldn't forget what Barek had told him about Francès.
That she cried every night...
Thinking that her father didn't love her anymore.
And yet...
Barek had tried everything to calm the little girl down.
But nothing had helped.
And so...
Logan decided to give Francès a little something.
And he decided to give it to her tonight.
But first...
He had to change Frances' father's mind.
- You can't do that.
Logan's voice vibrated with reproach, and Goren felt the anger rising inside him.
You can't do that.
But who did Logan think he was...
He had no say in the matter.
Francès was his daughter.
And he knew what was best for his daughter.
- You think I'm doing this for fun. Goren stood up, and slapped his hands flat on his desk with all his might, making all eyes turn to him. I can't take care of my daughter... In rage, he grabbed the file in his hands and threw it to the floor, sending the papers flying. And look for the culprit of Alex's accident.
Goren couldn't take care of his daughter...
And look for the culprit of Alex's condition.
Of course he couldn't do both.
So why not let their colleagues in Brooklyn handle the case.
But no.
Goren was stubborn...
And stubborn.
And most of all...
He was becoming obsessed.
He lived for this...
Forgetting about his daughter.
Why didn't he see that he was making his daughter unhappy.
Frances needed Goren.
At five years old…
Such a situation was difficult for a child.
He could not understand.
His mother was in a coma.
And Frances needed this maternal affection...
And paternal affection.
- You could think about Frances a little.
At these words, Goren left the office and headed down the hallway, but was stopped by Logan, who stepped in.
- You're not going anywhere.
Pardon.
So Logan thought he was telling him what to do.
Well, that's what he was about to see.
Goren moved his hands dangerously close to Logan, and with all his might pushed him away.
- Mind your own business... His face twitched with rage. What concerns my daughter is none of your business.
With these last words said with so much rage, and violence, Goren walked towards the elevator with a determined step without a glance for Logan.
Logan shook his head in denial, disapproving of Goren's behavior, and didn't take his eyes off him as he left.
Name of God...
Logan was going to have to tell Francès about Goren's decision.
And he could already see the drama, and the tears of the little girl.
She who thought her father didn't love her anymore...
This was not going to make things any better.
It was not good.
It was really not good.