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Gotcha, Redding.

Hey, Redding!

Redding! Stop or I'll shoot!

Who the hell are you?

Who the hell are you?

Do you know this man?

Don't shoot me, please.

I said, do you know this man?

Alright, alright. Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, I know him, I know him.

Where is he?

I don't know where he is.

I'm making the guy some documents.

A passport, a fake ID.

He's supposed to call me tomorrow to pick 'em up.

Drop the weapon and put your hands up.

Crossing Jordan 2x01. There's No Place Like Home

질 헤네시(닥터 조던 캐버노 役)

미구엘 페러(개럿 메이시 소장 役)

대본 편집 ZL(mathwhiz@nate.com)

켄 하워드(맥스 캐버노 役)

싱크 편집 ZL(mathwhiz@nate.com)

라비 카푸어 (닥터 마헤시 '벅' 役)

우리말 번역 및 번역 수정 ZL(mathwhiz@nate.com)

캐서린 한(릴리 레보스키 役)

스티브 발렌타인(나이젤 타운센드 役)

우리말 교정 도정원(winniedo@nate.com)

로레인 투셍(닥터 일레인 두샴프 役)

ORIGINAL AIR DATE ON NBC: 2002/09/23

Does the prisoner at least get to make a phone call?

Yes, one phone call.

And I suggest you call your father.

Seriously.

Hello?

Hi.

- Jordan? - Yeah.

Where are you?

Uh... Look, Nigel, I need a favor from you.

Nigel? Jordan, what are you doing?

You said that I could make a phone call.

Nigel, I need you to run the cell number I'm calling from

and try to pull up a billing address, ok?

No, Jordan, I am not letting... give me that phone!

Gimme... gimme that phone. Give me that phone.

Let me tell you something, love...

our days of wanton rogue investigation are over.

Things have changed around here. This place is insane right now.

Well, so what else is new?

We're working a serial killer case.

Five women in five weeks, all prostitutes,

dumped along the Purgatory Stream off the I-95.

Word is heads are gonna roll if we don't find the guy soon.

Just do me this favor, please, Nige.

Just give me a couple of minutes, all right?

Look, you know, we've got 9 hours till that flight leaves.

How 'bout we go check out the address?

If no one's there, we will go straight to the airport.

Cross my heart.

I am gonna go in alone.

What?

Take a look around,

see if anyone's seen anything.

You are gonna stay here.

You do not move. You understand that?

What am I supposed to do while you're in there?

I got an idea.

Why don't you call your dad?

Tell him you're comin' home.

♪ "Hey Man, Nice Shot" by Filter ♪

♪ I wish I would've met you ♪

♪ Now it's a little late ♪

♪ What you could have taught me ♪

♪ I could have saved some face ♪

♪ They think that your early ending ♪

♪ Was all wrong ♪

♪ For most part they're right ♪

♪ But look how they all got strong ♪

♪ That's why I say hey, man, nice shot ♪

♪ Good shot, man ♪

♪ That's why I say hey, man, nice shot ♪

♪ Good shot, man ♪

♪ Hey, man ♪

♪ Have fun ♪

♪ Hey, man ♪

♪ Have fun ♪

♪ Nice shot ♪

♪ For most part they're right ♪

♪ But look how they all got strong ♪

♪ That's why I say hey, man, nice shot ♪

♪ Good shot, man ♪

♪ That's why I say hey, man, nice shot ♪

♪ Good shot, man ♪

♪ Hey, man ♪

♪ Has gun ♪

♪ Hey, man ♪

♪ Have fun ♪

♪ Nice shot... ♪

Hey.

What took you so long?

You know, it's a shame.

Bright but misguided medical examiner

follows her dark obsession clear across the country

in pursuit of the truth,

only to commit suicide on the top of some seedy flophouse.

You're going to kill me.

Oh, yeah.

Tell me...

who killed her?

Sorry. This isn't a James Bond movie.

Please, please.

I came into temporary possession of a car

slightly before my incarceration.

Now, I don't have the car anymore, but I still have the key.

Inside the car, there was a file with your mom's name on it.

That fingerprint I gave you was in the file.

And in the trunk?

You don't even want to know what was in the trunk.

And... that's all I know.

What... what, that's it?

Yeah.

What can I tell ya, life is a bitch.

- Good morning, Lois. - Hey.

I'm guessing the circus means this is number six.

Yep.

Less than 300 yards from where we found the last one.

Same stab wound as before,

lower left hand quadrant of the chest

between the sixth and seventh rib.

Let's get a liver temp.

Your M.E. already got that.

My M.E?

Yeah, over there.

Nice lady.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Hi, there.

Hi.

What are you doing here?

I'm the medical examiner in charge of the purgatory case.

Really? I woke up this morning thinking that was my job.

Garret.

Garret Macy.

- Yeah. - Great to finally meet you.

I'm Dr. Duchamps. Please, call me Elaine.

I'm really looking forward to being a part of your team.

You have no idea who I am, do you?

Not a clue.

Oh, my god.

I thought this had been taken care of.

Renee's office said that you had been notified.

Renee?

Renee Walcott, the A.D.A. She's right over there.

Walcott, right.

Since when the DA's office take responsibility for hiring my staff?

Well, technically, it's the governor's office.

You're angry, aren't you?

No, I'm not angry. I'm just... I'm...

welcome aboard, Dr. Duchamps.

Happy to be aboard, Garret.

Walcott's gunning for the D.A. post.

She's obviously put her friend in here to complete the coup.

- She seems nice enough to me. - They always do, Nigel.

It's phase one of world domination, starting with my job.

- Dr. Macy, you might want to... - Emmy, not now. Not now, not now.

I'm gonna my office. I'm gonna close the door.

I don't need any more surprises today, thank you.

Surprise.

Would a little smile be too much to ask?

I guess you've been wondering where I've been.

Yesterday you were in Los Angeles being questioned

in connection with the shooting death of Herman Redding.

Aside from that, no, I really don't care.

How... how have you been?

What are you doing here, Jordan?

Well, I've had my relaxing, uneventful, vacation.

And, you know, now I'm refreshed

and ready to come on in and...

I...

came to get my job back, Garret.

I really think that I just need to go back to work right now.

I've had kind of a, um, couple weird months.

You don't have a job here anymore.

Well, technically it was just a 30-day suspension, right?

Which I took your advice on, give or take a couple of weeks.

I mean, it's not like you fired me or anything.

Consider yourself fired now.

You're kidding.

Do I look like I'm kidding?

Well, you always did have that dry wit.

Do I at least get a two-weeks' notice?

No.

I've put it all behind me, Garret.

I promise.

I'm done with that whole...

chapter.

You just stay out of my way till I decide what to do with you.

And don't put your name on the sheet for any cases.

You have no privileges. Is that clear?

Fair enough.

So... what did we find?

Not much yet.

Detective Carver called with a positive I.D.

Her name's Jean Turin. No record.

That's unusual for a prostitute.

Barium, please.

No hilt marks.

From the knife, there's no bruising around the wound like the others.

- Have we measured this wound yet? - Yes, we have.

It's 14 millimeters shallower than the other victims

but still consistent with the scaling knife.

Almost a hesitation wound. Interesting, don't you think?

You did radiopaque scans on the other victims, right?

I just want to make sure we're dealing with the same murder weapon.

Cover your jewels, gentlemen. X-ray time.

It's about time we got someone who knows how to use that damn thing.

The wound is upside down.

Knife went in blade edge up.

That's inconsistent with the other victims.

So he turned her around when he stabbed her.

It's possible, big deal.

Have photos of any of these wounds been released to the press?

No.

But a description of the weapon was.

Wow, wow. You're saying this is a copycat?

Whoever murdered this girl is not the purgatory killer.

So I guess this isn't my body after all.

Looks like you boys are on your own.

Here she is.

What am I supposed to do with them?

Put 'em together.

It'll be fun.

It'll be like a jigsaw puzzle

that's, um, dead.

Guys, I don't think... / You asked for something to keep you under the radar.

All right, whatever. Uh,

so what are we looking at here?

Female... Caucasian, late 30s, early 40s.

They found her a week ago,

when they were combing the site of the purgatory killer's last victim.

Judging from how clean they are,

we put time of death at between 15 and 20 years ago.

We ran her dental records through missing persons for anyone missing longer than 10 years

but came up empty.

Well, it's, uh...

good to be back.

When'd you get back?

Last night.

Find what you were looking for?

No.

I heard about the investigation.

Heard about it? You caused it.

Do you have a good lawyer?

No.

Dad, you should get yourself a good lawyer.

I don't know any good lawyers,

and it's not like I'm made of money.

I'll let the chips fall where they may.

That's ridiculous.

If this thing gets serious, you're going to need somebody to...

It's serious now, Jordan.

I know.

I got to get ready to open.

I could come back later when you're not so...

busy.

Sure,

you do that.

Jean Turin may not have been a victim of the purgatory killer,

but she sure had a thing for him.

We found these at her place.

Talked to some of her neighbors. They didn't know anything.

She kept to herself.

Rumor was that she was a high-price call girl.

That explains how she could afford Beacon Hill.

Well... she wasn't paying for the place herself.

Then who was?

Well, maybe this guy.

I took the security video from the hall the night she was murdered.

This is 8 p.m.

And the same guy with the New York cap comes out at 2:00.

Our liver temp had her tying between 10:00 and midnight.

He couldn't have killed her, so who is he?

We're not sure.

The name on the lease is Orville Schmitt,

but it's run through a dummy corp. There's no such guy.

- Orville Schmitt? - Yeah, you know him?

No.

Garret, I'm sorry.

I knew nothing about her being assigned to your office.

That was all Walcott.

That's not why I called you.

The woman we thought was the last victim wasn't.

Yeah, I heard. What about it?

You tell me.

What are you talking about?

The phony roommate we invented, remember,

to get a bigger dorm room sophomore year,

what was his name, Jack?

What does that got to do with anything?

Orville Schmitt.

The same name on Jean Turin's lease.

All right, I was paying for her apartment.

Oh, come on. You don't think I killed her?

I had nothing to do with her death, I swear.

Now, we've been friends for 30 years.

- You got to help me. - I can't keep this quiet.

Yes, you can and you will,

just long enough to find out who killed her.

Then everyone will stop sniffing around.

This whole thing will just disappear.

You're asking me to obstruct an investigation.

I don't think you're hearing me.

If I'm out, Walcott is in.

If she's in, you're out.

Don't you understand that?

Now, for your sake and mine,

you got to do this.

You rang?

Yeah.

Take a look at this.

Now, what does this look like to you, these markings here?

Some kind of striations, scraping.

With a file perhaps?

No, I'm thinking serrated knife.

This woman was murdered,

stabbed.

That's between the sixth and seventh rib on the left-hand side.

Yeah.

A scaler.

What?

These marks were made with a scaling knife,

like the purgatory killer.

But didn't you put her time of death at 15 years ago?

Yeah.

Yeah, and he's only been killing for what, a little over a month, now, right?

FBI profile says he's disassociative, antisocial.

Question is: why these girls?

Why prostitues? Why does he dump them along purgatory stream?

You know what, Woody, who cares?

Excuse me?

Who cares what the FBI profile says?

We're gonna get this guy with hard, tangible evidence

so let's dispense with the psychobabble, shall we?

I'm sorry.

You're a medical examiner, right?

Yep.

I'm a police detective.

Uh, sorry to interrupt.

Excuse me, Elaine. You got a second?

How would you like to be credited with the breakthrough in the purgatory killer case?

What exactly do you have in mind?

A proposition.

Look, you're new around here.

Everybody's looking to see what kind of stuff you've got.

Stuff?

Yeah, like if you're for real, if you're any good at your job.

I am good at my job.

Well, first impressions are everything,

and just between you and me and the wall,

you've already racked up a few enemies.

Really?

Yeah.

I am so sorry to hear that, Jordan.

Rumor has it that you're hooked in with Renee Walcott in the D.A.'s office.

What's this about?

A phone call...

I need something buried.

I happen to know a case that she's not too anxious to press forward on.

In exchange, I will give you the purgatory killer's first victim.

I already have his first victim.

No, actually, I do.

Garret?

What is it?

You realize the only reason I was able to become chief here

is because of my association with Jack Olson, right?

Yeah, I've heard the rumors. So?

Well, the girl we thought was the latest victim of the purgatory killer had a sugar daddy.

Turns out it was Jack.

So, wait, uh, you think he killed her?

No, no. I, uh...

I think adultery is as far as it goes.

But, I mean, when I confronted him about it...

Look.

If his name is even connected with this investigation, he's out.

- And if he's out... - Then so are you. / Exactly.

So any way you slice it, I'm screwed.

Well, then it's a good thing I came back.

This ought to be good.

Look what you've become without me.

Wallowing in self-doubt.

What are you talking about? I'm not wallowing.

Come on. There's someone in the next office over just waiting to see you stumble.

And I, for one, am not gonna give her that satisfaction.

You need me, Garret.

You need me to remind you that anything's possible.

You need a constant thorn in your ass, and like it or not,

I am that thorn.

So if you tell me that you need to catch a killer in order to save your job,

that's what we're gonna do.

Here corneas are kind of cloudy.

What does this look like to you?

A treasure chest.

I know that, but what's it doing here?

She must've gotten her hand stamped someplace...

the night she died.

Results of the blood work you asked for.

Thank you, Emmy.

Jeez, her enzymes are all over the map.

Let me see.

A massive accumulation of ceramide trihexoside.

This was a very sick girl.

I'd say terminal.

Some kind of metabolic disease.

Probably only had a few months to live.

Anderson-Fabry disease?

No. It's impossible.

Anderson-Fabry is carried on the x-chromosome.

Only men...

Grafting scar from reassignment surgery.

She was a he.

I have come up with three businesses in the Greater Boston Area

that use a chest as an insignia.

Way to go, Nige.

But first, I'd just like to state for the record

that it does my heart glad to see you two back on speaking terms again.

I mean, our prodigal daughter has returned

- and we all... - That's enough, Nigel.

The first one is a deep sea diving company

specializing in underwater salvage operations.

She didn't strike me as a scuba diving type.

Dr. Macy. There is a Mr. Scannell here to see you from the insurance company.

I'm busy. He'll have to come back.

The second one is a theme restaurant out in Woburn, called Blackbeard's Hideaway.

Woburn? No, no, no, what's the last one?

A nightclub out on new Rutherford Avenue,

popular with urban hipsters, night creatures, transvestites,

you know, that kind of thing.

Not that I'm judging.

The last victim was found here.

All right. Victim number four was found here.

All of them along the same stretch of 12-Mile Road.

I know we're not paying attention to the profile,

but this guy's supposed to be 20 to 25 years old.

These bones are over 15 years old.

That means he killed her when he was 10?

Serial killers often start close to home with someone they know.

Take a look at this.

I just used some sodium borate to clean these bones.

The problem is, they're too clean.

Meaning what?

I'm not sure exactly.

But if it means what I think it means...

Want to dance?

Maybe later.

Look at that.

Admit it. You missed me, right?

Desperately.

Oh, boy, this should be interesting.

Yep.

Red baseball cap at the bar.

He's the guy from the surveillance video.

- Should I? - Yeah. Go, go, go.

Pretty brave, wearing that hat in beantown.

You're not gonna ask me to step outside, are you?

No, how 'bout I buy you a drink instead?

Thanks, but you're not my type.

Oh, of course not. That's right.

I was born a woman.

Who are you?

Real shame what happened to Jean Turin.

I don't know what you're talking about.

And since I haven't seen any badges, I'm guessing you're not cops.

- Excuse me. - Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Medical examiner's office.

A surveillance camera caught you going into Jean's apartment the night she was killed.

Do you want to talk about it?

I'm a married man.

Why were you there?

I was just visiting.

But she wasn't there.

That's why I left.

Hope you weren't on the meter.

Could get expensive at her prices.

What are you talking about?

Was that your regular date?

You waited around four hours for her to show

until you finally realized she was off with some other john.

John?

You think she was some kind of hooker?

Man, you don't even know what you're talking about.

I loved her.

I would've done anything for her.

Let him go.

You're not really gonna do what I think you're gonna do, are you?

Oh, oh, that is wrong.

That is just wrong.

Beautiful, isn't it?

Tenebrionidae.

Meal worms.

Often used in museums to clean bones to a highly polished finish.

Ok, well, that's all fine and disgusting, but how does it help us?

The worms accelerated the decomposition process.

We placed time of death based on how old the bones looked.

She could have died any time before her bones were discovered.

And that's why there was no match against missing persons.

Ok, that's great in theory, but how long does it take for these worms to do that to her?

You want fries with that?

Let me just get into my scrubs and I'll meet you back in autopsy.

Dr. Macy.

- I'm sorry, but this is gonna have to wait. - I've been here for two hours.

I need to speak to you about Jean Turin.

What about her?

I'm afraid I have an odd request.

We're gonna need to draw a sample of her blood.

Why's that?

Well, during a routine quality control check,

our lab discovered that

the previous sample may have been tampered with.

They detected high levels of an enzyme called bellicosidase A?

At high enough doses, it can mask the presence of...

Anderson-Fabry disease.

Right.

And, well, if that's the case,

then she certainly wouldn't have qualified for a life insurance policy.

How recently did she take out this policy?

Five days before she died.

I don't suppose you can tell us who the beneficiary of the policy is?

This better be good, Garret.

Did you find something?

Yeah.

An insurance policy in your name.

A what?

Taken out five days before Jean Turin was murdered,

but my guess is you already know that.

No, I don't know anything about that.

What else don't you know, 'cause I got plenty of surprises left.

I was paying for her apartment. That's all you need to know.

What about that she used to be a man?

It's complicated, Garret.

Or she was dying?

Dying?

Yeah.

She had a genetic disorder that would have killed her in another few months.

Tell me what you know.

I don't know anything else.

- Tell me what you know. - I can't.

Did you kill her?

No.

I think you killed her, Jack.

And I think I'm being used.

You had her take out that policy in your name,

you took her out in that field, and you killed her.

No, I didn't kill her.

Then what is it that you can't tell me?

What is it?

He was my son.

He said he'd died in a car accident in Europe four years ago.

They said they didn't want a funeral.

Come on, Garret. If the guy lied to you about that,

why wouldn't he lie to you about killing her?

It was his only son, Jordan.

I've known Jack Olson for 30 years.

Yeah, but it's not just the insurance money.

Think how humiliated he would have been if the son had come forward.

It's right up here.

I still think the boyfriend, you know, the New York fan,

left the apartment somehow, came back and killed her.

He's got an airtight alibi.

The front door was the only way out.

All right. She died here.

Bled out.

No sign of a struggle, so he must have led her up here somehow.

All right.

You be Olson.

I don't know, Jordan. Last time we did this, I had nightmares for a week.

You be Olson. I'll be Jean.

So, what do I do?

Kill me.

This is ridiculous.

Come on. Just do it.

Stab me.

All right.

Good.

Why would she let him do it without a struggle?

It doesn't make any sense.

Fine.

At least you're getting the hang of it.

You got a better idea? Let's hear it.

The boyfriend.

No.

I'm telling you, he had an alibi.

Her time of death was two hours before he even left her place.

Based on the blood loss,

it must've taken her up to 45 minutes to lose consciousness, right?

There was no head trauma, no drugs in her system.

Why didn't she walk to safety?

Because she wanted to die.

She knew she was terminally ill anyway.

And if it's suicide, there's no insurance claim.

It had to be murder.

Are you saying she got someone to kill her?

No, I'm saying she did it herself.

Her fascination with the purgatory killer?

It was just to figure out how to do it.

The same knife, the same wound.

But she didn't do it deep enough.

So she laid down in the grass...

and waited to die.

Well, that's a great theory, except for one thing...

The knife.

There was no knife.

She threw the knife in the creek.

This was a crime scene with two dozen cops.

They combed the whole area.

Maybe somebody came and got the knife.

Somebody who knew exactly where she'd be.

Someone who loved her.

Who'd do anything for her.

We decided she would do it at exactly 10:00.

That would give me the alibi with the surveillance cameras.

So you left her place at 2:00.

I drove to the spot we picked,

where we thought the purgatory killer would dump his next victim,

right alongside the road.

And what did you do when you got there?

I picked up the knife.

I kissed her good-bye.

She didn't want to die some slow, painful death in the hospital.

I loved her so much.

I would have done anything for her.

The night he was born,

I stayed up for hours holding him while his mother slept.

He never cried.

I don't remember him crying.

It seems impossible, doesn't it?

I denied him, my own son,

because I thought it would jeopardize my career.

His final act was to leave me money so I could stay in power.

I'm not gonna press charges against him.

And that will be my final act as D.A.

Hey, we had it all wrong.

The bones aren't from his first victim.

They're from his last.

His last?

Dental records match a woman reported missing nine days ago.

Alice Grebs, 43.

We got an address out in Waltham.

Hi.

I'm detective Woody Hoyt, Boston P.D.

This is Doctor Duchamps from the medical examiner's office.

Mr. Grebs, right?

It's George.

Alice's son.

That's right.

You mind if we come in?

Uh, no, sure.

I'm sorry about the mess.

I run a business out of here, so it's kind of hard to keep clean.

I'm afraid we have some bad news for you, George.

It's about your mother.

You found her?

Yes. She died.

We believe it happened sometime before you reported her missing.

She was murdered.

Well, I guess that was to be expected.

Why is that?

Her line of work and all.

Oh, you didn't know.

She was a whore.

Hey, can I get you guys something to drink?

Some iced tea maybe?

Hey, George,

exactly what kind of business do you run out of this place?

I'm in the bait business.

Always been a fisherman, you know.

I liked those women.

I didn't kill them, I swear.

Then who did, George?

She did.

My mother.

She didn't like me having sex with them.

I kept telling her to stop, but she wouldn't.

So I had to...

make her stop.

Why don't you put the tray down, George?

Am I in trouble?

Yeah, George, you're in trouble.

Did you see this?

How the hell did she break this case?

She kind of had some help.

It was you?

I'm sorry. It's a long story.

I was just juggling a lot of stuff at the time.

It's all right, Jordan.

It's all gonna work out the way it's supposed to.

It's funny. Two days ago, keeping this job wouldn't have meant that much to me.

Now it's all I want. Go figure.

Why'd you come back, Jordan?

I don't know.

Guess I just missed all the fun around here.

No.

I've got problems, Garret.

There's an understatement.

A friend of mine just told me that...

I was like an alcoholic.

I want to come clean with all the people I love.

And, just your luck, turns out you're one of 'em.

If I give you your job back,

don't you ever run away again?

I will try not to.

Then I'll see you tomorrow.

Got that info you wanted.

What?

On the key.

What did you find out?

Not much. Belongs to a 1966 Ford.

Couldn't pinpoint the exact model, though.

Did you say '66 Ford?

Uh-huh.

What's this about, Jordan?

Nothing.

It's just my father has a '66 Ford.

Max.

Nigel.

Hey, dad, what are you doing here?

Came to see you.

I've got some work to do.

I got a call from my lawyer today.

It looks like the DA's office isn't going ahead with the Redding case, after all.

Hey, that's great news.

But I guess you knew that already.

Why would I know that?

I'm not stupid, Jordan.

- I just figured that... - Trust...

It's a funny thing.

I think we'll just have to take it a day at a time.

Doesn't mean we can't grab a quick bite to eat tonight.

Sure, yeah, I'll call you later.

I was actually gonna...

ask if I could drop some stuff by the garage.

- Sure. - Just a couple of boxes.

- Yeah, ok, that's fine. - Thanks.

See ya.

See ya, dad.

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