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Turla

Bloodstains on the pillow
show he didn't resist.

They show he didn't move.
That's hardly the same thing.

The guys was in bed, Elaine.

So?

So he bled out seven hours ago,
around three a.m.
Hal Pomerantz Case

Now, call me crazy, but I figure
just maybe the guy was asleep.

If you don't mind, I'm gonna wait
until all the facts come in.

'Morning.

Who's your friend?

Hal Pomerantz, forty-three.

Someone decided to
air condition his neck.

Gross.

You could expect a visit from his widow
later on this morning.

As soon as she's done
lying to the police.

Well, that's unfair.

Did I miss something?

Hal here was killed in his sleep.

No signs of forced entry,
no sign of a struggle, no-brainer.

It was the wife.

She said she was
at her mother's house all night.

Right, and I've got circus clowns
juggling in my butt.

That would explain a lot.

I'll make some time
on my schedule.

You're a real piece of work,
you know that?

They all say that, man.

But sooner or later,
I always get the bad guy.

You have got to do something
about Doctor Cavanaugh.

Actually, I don't.
That's the beauty of being the boss.

Cancel my lunch with
what's-his-face from the Forensic Guild.

- Again?
- I hate him.

- This is the third time.
- I hate him a lot.

Garret, I'm serious.
She is impossible to work with.

Here's a tip... it's easier if
you don't listen when she talks.

D.A. Walcott's office called again
regarding the Fisher case.

Tell D.A. Walcott's office
they'll get my report when it's finished.

Okay, but she wants to
speak to you directly.

We all want things
we can't have, Emmy.

I wanted to be taller.

I can only assume
that's a euphemism.

Since when does being D.A. give you
the right to break into people's offices?

Since when does being Chief M.E. give you
the right to impede a murder case?

I assume you're referring
to the Fisher autopsy.

Or, as we call it downtown,
the alleged Fisher autopsy.

We're still running tests.

You've had the damn body
for four days.

How many tests do you need?

As many as it takes to get it right.

You should put that
on a bumper sticker.

Actually, it's tattooed on my ass.
You want to see it?

Okay.

I know that things
haven't been exactly...

collegial between us
since I took office.

You mean your unauthorized hiring of
morgue personnel

or undermining my authority
at every turn?

I don't like you, Macy.
I never have.

You're an arrogant, stubborn,
self-righteous son of a bitch.

I'm wounded.

Not yet.

But if you keep getting in my way,

you will be.

Crossing Jordan
2x09. Prisoner Exchange

질 헤네시(닥터 조던 캐버노 役)

미구엘 페러(게럿 메이시 소장 役)

켄 하워드(맥스 캐버노 役)

라비 카푸어
(닥터 마헤시'벅' 役)

캐서린 한(릴리 레보스키 役)

스티브 발렌타인(나이젤 타운센드 役)

로레인 투셍(닥터 일레인 두샴프 役)

ORIGINAL AIR DATE ON NBC: 2002/12/09

Need your John Hancock, Doctor M.

Another DNA appeal from our friends
at the Justice Project.

Michael Pascal, convicted of first degree
murder in 1995, sentenced to life in prison.

Ask me, the wanker got off easy.

Well, the Justice Project's gotten
a lot of innocent people out of jail.

Tammy Tate, six years old.

Disappeared from a playground in Alston.

Found raped and mutilated
ten days later.

Nigel.

According to the record, neither side ran
Pascal's DNA against samples taken from the victim.

Sounds like cause for an appeal.

Yeah, but Pascal had a record of
diddling kids long before...

Nigel.

Run the test.

When I met Hal, he was so...
sweet,
Hal Pomerantz Case: Beth Pomerantz

a perfect gentleman.

So what changed?

Well, his parents were both alcoholics.
Uh, he...

he went through hell as a kid.

- Oh, and that leaves scars.
- Mm-hm.

When Hal first started drinking, he...
he swore he didn't have a problem.

The first time that he hit me,
he cried for a week.

But it didn't stop.

I lived with a...
a guy after college.

Mike.

He had red hair.

Really cute.

Uh, one night we went to a party,
drank way too much,

and on the way home we had
an argument about something.

He slapped me across the face,

hard.

What did you do?

I left.

Did you ever try to leave Hal?

Oh, many times.

So what happened?

Hey.

He said he couldn't live without me,

that... if I left him,
he'd find me and kill me and...

then he'd go after my whole family.

Well, you're all safe now.

That's what I told myself
when I cut Hal's throat.

Shaving cream.

Your Tourette's is getting worse.

There's shaving cream mixed in
with Hal Pomerantz's blood.

It's a neck wound. He probably
shaved before he went to bed.

This stuff is under the skin.

Smart money says that
it came off the murder weapon.

Hey, just wanted to check in
on the Pomerantz case.

Uh, the victim was killed by
a single slash to the throat,

a wound consistent with the straight razors
kept in the Pomerantz's medicine cabinet.

His BAC is point one three.

Wow. Looks like Hal liked to tie one on
every now and again, huh?

Light bruising on the knuckles.

Telltale sign of spousal abuse.

That's pure conjecture.

Police records show there were
two domestic dispute calls

to the Pomerantz home
in the last eight months.

So what do the police think?

That Beth Pomerantz killed her husband
and that she just might get away with it.

There's no physical evidence
linking her to this crime.

Not yet.

But I'm just gettin' started.

So you spoke with Beth Pomerantz?

Yeah.

Anything we should know?

No.

Excuse me, I've got an appointment.

How many times did you run it?

Thrice.

Sure about the sample?

DNA found on Tammy Tate's blouse.

Only three out of five
of Pascal's STR loci match.

Well, inconclusive.

It's sixty percent conclusive.

It's inconclusive, Nigel.

His DNA doesn't match up
with the evidence.

Well, there must be something else
that we can do.

We can't just let Pascal walk.

Look, I don't like this
any more than you do,

but it's not our job to decide
if this guy's guilty.

At least let me get my hands on
the original tests from seven years ago.

Case file said no test was ever run.

Well, uh, I dug up
Tammy Tate's autopsy report,

and there was a request for genetic material
to run DNA testing on Michael Pascal.

Who made the request?

If it isn't the angel of death.

Couldn't smuggle your sickle
through security?

Trust me, you're gonna wish I had.

I don't have times for games, Macy.

You had time seven years ago.

What the hell are you talking about?

Commonwealth of Massachusetts
v. Pascal.

Ring a bell?

Nineteen ninety-five,
my first murder case in Boston.

We put away a child killer.

Did you run a DNA test
to confirm his guilt?

I don't recall.

Let me refresh your memory.

Two inclusive DNA tests.

The one on the right
we ran at the office this morning,

the one on the left was
run in 1995 by the State Crime Lab

at the request of the A.D.A.,
one Renee Walcott.

Is there a point here?

You never made your test results
part of the record.

It was probably just an oversight.

And that's a lie!

Pascal might of walked on
an inconclusive DNA test,

but you weren't about to
let that happen, were you?

Not on your first big case.

He murdered a six-year-old child.

Maybe,

maybe not, but you violated
the rules of evidence.

Now, I'm gonna have go in there
and tell the truth, even if Pascal walks.

I did my job.

Yeah.

Now I have to do mine.

You look pensive.

Hi, Doctor Duchamps.

Why don't you call me Elaine.

Sure, okay.

I wonder how many men like Hal Pomerantz
are out there.

Too many.

Doctor Cavanaugh shouldn't have asked
you about your session with his widow today.

Oh, it's just Jordan being Jordan.

She's great at her job.

I suppose, but something tells me
she couldn't do yours.

Some days are harder than others.

I bet.

It's a big responsibility
hearing people's darkest secrets

and promising
never to disclose them.

I talked to Doctor Stiles today.

He says that a therapist
can only break confidentiality

to protect a patient or others
from harm.

That can be a hard call to make.

Tell me about it.

You do what you think is right.

Anybody doesn't like it,
you can tell them to just go to hell.

Always works for me.

Clean under here.

Check her shoes.

I beg your pardon?

In the closet.

There was a lot of blood.
Maybe she got sloppy.

I'm sorry.

I, um, I thought the investigators
were finished up here.

Uh, you must be Mrs. Pomerantz.

That's right.

I'm Jordan Cavanaugh
with the Medical Examiner's Office.

We're just doing a little, uh,

follow-up on your husband's death.

Well, um... um,

I have an appointment
and all my clothes are in here.

Lovely shoes.

And I'm sorry for your loss.

Yeah, this must be
a very tough time for you.

It is.

Well, we won't keep you.

I do want to make
you a promise, though.

No matter how long it takes,

I'm gonna find
whoever killed your husband.

Doctor Macy,
Commonwealth of Massachusetts:
Boston Municipal Court

did your office test
Mister Pascal's DNA

and match it against the material
found on Tammy Tate's body?

Yes.

And how would you
characterize those results?

According to the test, Mister Pascal's DNA
is not a conclusive match.

Your Honor,

the people strenuously support
the verdict in this case.

Michael Pascal raped and murdered
Tammy Tate.

We respectfully request that the court
consider the entire record in this matter.

Well, that's a switch.

I'm sorry?

The D.A. was in possession of
this potentially exculpatory evidence

during my client's trial in 1995
and failed to produce it.

This man was railroaded.

Grandstanding aside, Your Honor...

Do you deny the authenticity of
this document, Ms. Walcott?

- No, sir. However, the people...
- That's enough.

I'm overturning this verdict.

Mister Pascal, you are free to go.

There will be an inquiry into
prosecutorial misconduct in this matter.

We're adjourned.

You haven't heard the last of this.

Doctor Macy,

I'm Melissa Tate.

My daughter Tammy was killed
seven years ago.

I'm terribly sorry.

The only thing that's allowed me
to keep living was

the fact that Michael Pascal
was behind bars.

Mrs. Tate, I had no choice...

Someone had quite a day downtown.

How did you hear about it?

You're joking, right?

How you fried the D.A. in open court.

The whole bloody building's
buzzing about it.

Great. Look, it wasn't my intention
to embarrass Renee Walcott.

And so I guess it's just one of
life's happy coincidences, huh?

You seem a tad nonplussed.

Michael Pascal's a free man
because of me.

All due respect, Doctor M,
but he's free

because his DNA didn't match the evidence,
just like you said.

Look, you and I both know
he still could have done it,

but the judge's ruling means he can never
be retried for that little girl's murder.

You did your job.

Tell that to Tammy Tate's mother.

Look,

child killers usually work
in patterns, right?

Mmm, so?

So seven years ago, Pascal was only
charged with Tammy Tate's murder.

You think there might have been
another victim?

Can't say.

But if there were...

We've got Pascal's DNA.

It's a long shot.

You've made 'em before.

So let me get this right.

Elaine Duchamps physically touched you
in a nurturing manner?

Right here.

That's odd.

Yeah, well, it kinda took me by surprise,
but she was really supportive.

Huh.

Well, I suppose anything is possible.

Hmm.

So, um, about the Pomerantz case?

You know I can't talk about that.

Right.

It's just Jordan
came to see me earlier.

What for?

Well, she knows we're friends.

Oh my God.

That is the lowest...

Don't be mad.

She just wants to know
if you're okay.

She wants to know
what Beth Pomerantz told me.

I... I don't have to take this.

I'm gonna have to go to Doctor Macy.

Relax, Lily.
Nobody here is out to get you.

Lebowski?

Uh, th... there must be
some sort of a mix-up.

We already got our order.

You uh, Lily Lebowski?

Yeah, but I try to limit myself to
one pie a day since the tummy tuck.

What the hell is this?

It's a summons to testify at a hearing
on the murder of Hal Jay Pomerantz.

Still think no one here
is out to get me?

That stuff'll give you nightmares.

Mmm, tell me about it.

Where the hell have you
been all day?

Pomerantz crime scene.

Again?

There's gotta be something I missed.

We got cause of death, right?

Yeah, but I know the wife killed him,

and I still can't prove it.

Issue the death certificate,
let the cops and lawyers do their jobs.

You're one to talk.

Heard about your little slice and dice
on a certain District Attorney.

Nice.

I had no choice.

You workin' a juvenile homicide?

Yeah, kind of.

I understand Lily was called to testify
at a hearing on your case.

Yeah, I heard that.

She's in a tough spot.

She has to maintain
patient confidentiality.

And we have cases to solve.

Jordan,

we're all on the same team here.

Yeah.

But no one should
get away with murder.

You got a second?

I'm late for a meeting
with the Lieutenant Governor.

It seems he gets kind of peevish
when child killers go free.

That's what I want to talk about.

I think you've done enough talking,
don't you?

Will you just stop?

Jeremy Moran.

Who?

Six-year-old boy, went missing 8 months
before Tammy Tate was killed.

That sucks.
What's the point?

Jeremy was last seen less than four miles
away from where the girl's body was found.

Any evidence the Moran boy
was killed?

No.

Without physical evidence,
there's nothing to connect Pascal.

That's why I'm gonna find
Jeremy Moran's body.

You're gonna go chasing around
for the body of a boy

who may or may not have been killed
seven years ago?

Yup, and I can use some help.

Forget it.
This is your guilt trip.

I put Pascal away.
You let him walk.

That's crap, Walcott!

You could have disclosed Pascal's DNA
test and still had a chance at nailing him,

but instead, you decided to pull
some half-assed cover-up.

He killed that little girl.

Then help me put him away.

The right way this time.

You're entitled to a lawyer, Lily.

I haven't done anything wrong.

Oh, obviously, you're less that familiar
with our criminal justice system.

I can't afford a lawyer, okay?

The M.E.'s office will pay for it.

It was sweet of you to come,
but you're starting to make me nervous.

It's about time.

Hey, guys.

I was worried. I just came by
to see if there's anything I could do.

Oh, you've done enough already.

Jordan, this probably
isn't the best time.

Look, I'm sorry.

I believe Beth Pomerantz killed her husband,
and it's my job to prove it.

Well, you don't care whose throat
you have to cut in the process.

What are you even talking about?

Oh, please.

You are so convinced that
Beth Pomerantz confessed to me,

that you called in the D.A.
to do your dirty work?

I would never do something like that.

The truth is, you would do
anything to solve a case.

I just never thought
you would stoop to this.

The court respects
therapeutic confidentiality,

but in the case of a homicide,

it's imperative the welfare
of the people be protected.

Yes, Your Honor.

Did you counsel Beth Pomerantz
in the Medical Examiner's Office

shortly after her husband's death?

I did.

Did she possess specific material
knowledge of this crime?

I'm sorry?

In other words, did Ms. Pomerantz
tell you who killed her husband?

With all due respect,

whatever Beth Pomerantz told me
was in confidence.

Understand, Ms. Lebowski, that
while informal, this is a legal forum.

You are under oath.

I know that.

If you refuse to answer,
I'll be forced to cite you for contempt.

When I close my door
to counsel someone,

I'm making that person a promise
that they can trust me.

Perhaps you'd like to recess
and consult an attorney.

No.

Yes.

Are you an attorney, sir?

Uh, no.

Then sit down.

Last chance, Ms. Lebowski.

I've got nothing to say.

Officers, please take the witness
into custody.

According to the police report,

Jeremy Moran was last seen
playing on those swings over there.

Well, wasn't anyone watching him?

His mother was on one of those benches
talking with a friend.

She looked up, her son was gone.

What about suspicious activity
in the park?

Anyone hanging around?

I spoke with the detective in charge.

They interviewed everyone,
scoured the entire neighborhood.

The only thing they found was
the kid's jacket.

After the Tate murder,
did anyone try to link the cases?

No.
No, Macy.

Everyone's been sitting on their hands

waiting for Quincy Two Thousand
to break the case wide open.

Should really consider
anger management.

It helps people.

They combed the entire area
where the Tate girl was found.

- Nothing.
- Alright.

I say we go back in, order some
earth movers and cadaver dogs.

You're reaching.

Well, if you've got any great ideas,
I'd love to hear 'em.

I've got some contacts at the FBI.

Maybe they'll lend us a profiler.

We don't have that kind of time.

Right, we wouldn't want to kill
the momentum we've built up so far.

You know, you and me teaming up
was a bad idea.

Finally, common ground.

Why don't you go on
back to the office

and figure out a way to cover your ass
with the Governor.

I'll handle this myself.

God knows you must be
used to that.

Beautiful day.

Like I was saying, partner,

what's our next move?

We really appreciate your seeing us
on such short notice.

This is obviously a difficult subject.

We're happy to help
any way we can.

A little girl named Tammy Tate
was abducted and killed

shortly after
your son Jeremy disappeared.

That's horrible.

We have a pretty good idea
who killed the Tate girl.

So why not arrest him?

Well, it's... it's complicated.

Our best shot at nailing this guy is
to prove that he abducted both kids,

and the only way to do that is
to locate Jeremy's remains.

I don't understand.

There may be forensic clues
on the body.

You keep talking about Jeremy
as if he's dead.

My son isn't dead.
He's out there somewhere.

They're just trying to help us.

We certainly hope
your boy is okay,

but if there's any way you can
help us out with informa...

My husband said you were
trying to bring my baby home.

Unfortunately, Mrs. Moran,

the likelihood of a favorable outcome
after seven years is very low.

- Get out.
- Vickie, don't.

How dare you come into the house
and speak to us like this.

Get out!

You ever consider
becoming a shrink?

You've got that nice light touch.

Oh, so that was my fault.

I'm not sure fatality stats on missing kids
was the best ice-breaker.

I was trying to make a point.

This isn't a courtroom, Counselor.

These are human beings in pain.

What makes you such an expert.

You mean besides twenty years
helping people confront death?

Ah, the massive ego.
I was beginning to miss it.

It's incredible.

You really can't admit
when you're wrong, can you?

I don't waste my time with regrets.
I'm about results.

Spoken like a true sociopath.

Doctor Macy.

I wanted to apologize.

Vickie still hasn't uh...

No, listen.
Uh, it's understandable.

We've tried everything.
Therapy, hypnosis.

She just can't let Jeremy go.

The detective gave us this
when they closed the case.

They found it at the park.

Jeremy was wearing it
the day he disappeared.

Thank you.

You find my boy.

One way or another,
you find him.

We don't usually allow
relatives back here.

Well, to be honest, Doctor Cavanaugh,
I'm not really sure why I'm here...

The thing is, Beth...

I'm sorry.
Is it okay if I call you Beth?

Sure.

Sometimes you get a case
that's just a bitch, you know?

You run every test,
you analyze every fiber,

and you still can't nail down
the truth about how someone died.

That must be frustrating.

Take your husband, for instance.

Clearly, someone had a razor
and a serious bone to pick with Hal.

I mean, a person would have to be
pretty damn angry to do something like this,

wouldn't you think?

I don't know.

Um, I suppose so.

Well, it's not like your husband was
exactly Mother Teresa, right?

I mean, I checked out his liver.

Old Hal was a major booze hound.

I really don't appreciate
your tone, Doctor.

Too abusive?

Like when he used to slap you around
after he'd had a few?

What is the point of this?

Your husband was a real bastard.

How dare you?!

He was a drunk and an abuser, and whoever
killed him probably did the world a big favor.

There's just one problem.

What's that?

When a human being,

no matter how hateful, is killed,

society demands that
someone be held accountable.

Now, my friend Lily is
sitting in jail right now.

She's paying the price
for your husband's death.

I never meant for that to happen.

I know.

I also know what he did to you
was cruel and wrong.

But it still doesn't justify punishing
an innocent person for his murder.

I just...

I couldn't let Hal ruin my life.

The question is are you prepared to
let him ruin someone else's?

Found a few grains of bleached dirt
in the lining of the jacket.

Anything we can use?

Won't know 'til I run a gas chromatograph
with mass spectrometer.

Again with the tests.

What're you workin' on?

Checking the possible routes between
Jeremy's school and the park where he disappeared.

Don't you have an assistant
to do that sort of stuff?

Believe it or not, we do more than
push papers at the D.A.'s office.

Wonder which is worse,

knowing your child is dead

or never knowing.

I lost my daughter one time in a department
store when she was three years old.

Took over an hour to find her.
I thought I was gonna have a stroke.

Where was she?

The TV department, lying on the floor
watching "Sesame Street."

You were lucky.

Yeah.

Eddie and I tried to conceive
for five years.

Eddie?

My ex. Great guy.

So what happened?

He wanted to be a dad, and...

I couldn't make that happen.

Are these tests gonna
take a while?

An hour or so.

I'm gonna find a sofa somewhere.

Use my office.

Renee.

There's a pillow in the cabinet.

Doctor Duchamps.

Thank you.

What are you doing here?

I brought you some supplies.

Toothbrush,

magazines.

They confiscated the scrunchy.

They probably thought
I'd hang myself with it.

I um,

really ap... appreciate this, Elaine.

How you holdin' up?

I'm fine.

It's not exactly
the Four Seasons, but...

I have a lot of admiration
for what you're doing, Lily.

Thank you.

Now I want you to stop.

I'm sorry?

You stood up for your principles.
That takes courage.

But the police are eventually gonna make
their case against Beth Pomerantz.

And when they do,
it'll have nothing to do with me.

That could take weeks, even months.

I know this judge.

She's not gonna let you
just walk out of here.

I can hold out
as long as she can.

This is not
an endurance contest, Lily.

Bad things happen in here.

I'm not scared.

Well, you should be.

I love what I do, Elaine.

I believe in it.

Everyone needs a place
they can go to feel safe.

No one will think any less of you
if you tell the judge what you know.

No one but me.

Take a picture.
It'll last longer.

You're up.

Who can sleep?
You call this thing a couch?

Sorry.

They save the big bucks
for the folks downtown.

You carry that chip around
on your shoulder at night, too?

I got the results
back from the GCMS.

Now, these are the components of the soil
I took off of Jeremy Moran's jackets.

It's a fairly standard mix of
chemical and organic matter...

except for this.

What is it?

Dicumyl Peroxide.

That supposed to mean
something to me?

One word, Benjamin.

Plastics.

Are you serious?

You tell me you've
never seen "The Graduate"?

No.

Now, can we possibly move on?

What the hell is that?

Ground penetrating radar.

Detects any shift in the soil.

They found Jeremy's jacket
in the park where he disappeared.

Right.

So,

how did dirt get in his jacket
from outside a plastics factory?

Okay, I'm guessing Pascal came here first
to find a place to dump the body.

We're only three quarters of a mile away
from the park where Jeremy was last seen.

So when he went back
to snatch the kid,

soil was transferred from him
onto the jacket.

You're joking, right?

Looks like we got something.

Son of a bitch got here first.

He's covering his tracks.

Gettin' ready to make new ones.

I can't believe
he beat us to the body.

If the really sick ones were stupid,
they'd be easier to catch.

Look, I need to tell you something, but
you gotta promise to just shut up and drive.

Okay.

You were right. Seven years ago,
I buried Pascal's DNA test.

I wanted him off the street,
but even more, I wanted to win.

- I had to.
- Why?

What happened to shutting up?

Sorry.

My dad's a third generation lawyer.

You know what he said to me
when I got into law school?

He warned me that
female lawyers were unfeminine.

He obviously hasn't seen you
with your hair down.

The point is,

that I always felt like
I had to push a little harder,

like I have something to prove.

Sometimes that makes you better.

Not this time.

Well, as long as we're coming clean,

if it had been anybody else's name
but yours on Pascal's file,

I might have looked the other way.

Much as I'd like to think
your hate for me is special,

at the end of the day, Macy,
you always do the right thing.

- That's who you are.
- How would you know that?

My old man was the same way.

Yeah?

Hang on.

Got it.

Send a couple cars.

Four-three-three-nine Whitehall.

Pascal had to register with
the sex crimes task force

for two indecent exposure collars
in 'ninety-three.

Let's hope he sleeps late.

My guys are on their way
with a warrant.

We can't wait. Who knows
what the hell Pascal's up to.

Oh, no, no.
This is where I came in.

- This time we go by the book.
- Losing your nerve, Walcott?

I'm the D.A., for God's sake.

I can't go around breaking and entering.

All of a sudden, you're a stickler
for legal protocol, huh?

Cheap shots notwithstanding,
without a warrant,

anything we find in there
is inadmissible.

What?

Drag marks.

Fresh.

Jeremy Moran.

He's not here.
We gotta go.

I've got Chief Costigan
putting out an APB.

Check this out.

God.

Hi, there.

What's your name?

Well,

I'm not supposed to
talk to strangers.

Okay.

My name's Michael.

If you tell me your name,
we won't be strangers anymore.

Okay,

I'm Lorrie.

Cops are meeting us there.

How long has your doggy
been missing?

Just a little while.

Ginger gets scared
when she's all by herself.

I'm sorry she's lost.

Do you think maybe
you could help me find her?

Um,

I'm not sure. I mean,

I should go ask my mommy first.

It'll be fine.

After all, if you were lost,

wouldn't your mommy and daddy
come looking for you?

Ginger!
Come here, Ginger.

You see her yet?

Not yet.

- Ginger, come here, girl...
- We better keep looking.

But I... I'm not supposed to
ride in a car with anyone

unless my parents say it's okay.

Don't worry, Lorrie.
Everything is going to be alright.

You twisted son of a bitch.

I didn't do anything.

You're going down for
the murder of Jeremy Moran.

And this time
you're never gettin' out.

You're working hard.

Just catching up on a few things.

You don't seem like the type
who gets behind.

Somethin' on your mind, Jordan?

Yeah. Uh, I've got a question
I want to ask you,

and uh, please don't take
this the wrong way.

Shoot.

What the hell are you doing here?

How could I possibly
take that the wrong way?

Answer the question.

I'm a medical examiner.
This is where the bodies are.

Feels more like you're interested in
where the bodies are buried.

I don't know what you mean.

Well, from the moment you got here,

you've treated this place
like a country you've just invaded.

Is it possible that maybe
you're just a little bit paranoid?

Actually, I wondered that.

But, I mean, the slick way
you went after Macy?

Wow.

A good M.E. never
leaves fingerprints, right?

Where's this going?

You called your pals in the D.A.'s Office,
had Lily subpoenaed.

Whether I did or I didn't,

the case is closed,
just like you wanted.

As much it may pain you, Jordan,
we're not that different, you and I.

Oh, this oughta be good.

We both go after
exactly what we want,

and we usually get it.

The only difference is I don't always
go charging through the front door.

Well, I prefer the direct approach,

especially with the people here.

I watch their backs
and they watch mine.

They're my family.

You really want to be
a part of this place,

try coming in the front door.

The Morans are here
to sign out their son.

We want to thank you for
finding our son, Doctor Macy.

I'm so sorry it turned out this way.

At least now...

we know for sure.

Mrs. Moran, I want you to know that Jeremy
helped us put away a very dangerous man.

She hasn't said a word
since we got the call.

Hasn't cried.

I guess it'll just take some time.

Yeah.

Doctor Macy?

Mrs. Tate.

This is really awkward. I...

I came to apologize.

The other day at the courthouse...

No, it's... it's okay.

No, I should have realized
you were only doing your job.

It's just the idea of that animal
going free, hurting other kids...

That will never happen again.

Well, thanks to you.

If there's anything I can
ever do for you, Doctor Macy.

Mrs. Tate.

You know, there may be one thing.

Knock-knock.

Hey.

Wow, was there
some kind of jailbreak?

I thought about it, but...

then the other prisoners found out
I didn't have my own shank, so...

Oh, yeah, it's tough being
the new girl on the cell block.

Beth Pomerantz turned
herself in last night.

You don't say.

Yeah, I went to see her.

She said you two had a very interesting
conversation in the crypt.

The thing is, Lily,
uh, as a doctor,

any conversation I have with a patient
is strictly confidential.

I, um,

I never should have accused you
of ratting me out to the D.A.

Oh, forget it.

No, and all... all that stuff I said about
you solving cases at any cost...

No, I know you didn't mean it.

No, I meant that part.

Oh.

But I forgot the most important thing.

We're friends.

And I trust you with all of my heart.

Chief M.E. drinking on the job?

Sue me.

Actually, I could.

Or you could join me.

Got any vodka?

- Scotch.
- Single?

- Blended.
- What the hell.

After a day like this,
I'd drink lighter fluid.

To one less bad guy.

So much for savoring the bouquet.

I'm not the sipping type.

If I like something, I tend to gulp.

Anyway, I can't seem to find my...

Fell between the cushions
of the couch.

- Thank you.
- Welcome.

So, I should take off.

You always gulp and run?

Safer that way.

I was wrong about you, Macy.

You mean I'm not arrogant,
stubborn and self-righteous?

All that and more.

You're also damn good
at your job.

Thank you.

I owe you one.

Maybe I'll collect sometime.

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