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(SHOWER RUNNING)

(SINGING SOFTLY)

They, uh,

switched the locker rooms
up, like, eight months ago.

(PANTING)

There were more women
than men.

Hey,
I thought you weren't
interested in white women.

(HUMMING)

Hey, morning.
Hey, Jordan.

Is that a toothbrush?
Tell me you didn't sleep here.

Sleep would be
a generous word for it.

Oh, is it that hard
to find an apartment?

With what you're paying me,
I'm lucky I can afford
the toothbrush.

What's wrong with
your dad's place?
Oh, it's complicated.

I'm having dinner there
tonight. That's as far
as I want it to go.

Yeah?
What's with
the record player?

This isn't a record player.

This is a Victrola.

(EXCLAIMS) Of course, yes.
And what are you gonna do
with it?

I'm integrating.
Ah.

You know,
my work life with my
hobbies, my interests.

I'm more than just
a medical examiner,
Jordan.

I happen to be
a very interesting guy.

Bet you didn't know that.

Well, I'd be lying
if I said I did,
Garret.

Oh, yeah. I write poetry,
play a little jazz drums,
Greco-Roman wrestle.

Wow, who knew?

So we're late for
the morning meeting.
Yakura takes attendance.

Um...

Dr. Macy.

Yeah.
Could you sign this please?

Sure.

Here you go.
Oh, thank you.

Dr. Macy.

Garret, you devil!
It's working already.

What are you
talking about?

Well,
she obviously senses that
you're an interesting guy.

Are you talking about Lily,
the intake girl?

Yeah, that,
or she really
likes your ass.

Yeah, fine.

Meanwhile,
what I said
about integrating,

that goes double for you.

Meaning what exactly?

Means you are
a pain in the ass.

And I say that
with love.

Now, the good news is
it's not too late to change.

You don't have
to be an obnoxious,

driven,
self-righteous
zealot your whole life.

Again, said with love,
right?

It is said with love,
that's right.

And she does not like
my ass. Listen to me.

Yes, she... Okay.
I'm trying to help you here.

I went out on a limb
to get you back

and Yakura cannot wait
to say, "I told you so."

So what we have to do,
we have to make this
the dawn of a new day.

(WHISPERS) Okay.

Clean slate,
we're starting over.
Right.

So you gotta promise me
you're gonna try to stay
out of trouble.

Yeah.
You promise?

Yeah.
I'm serious.

So am I. Okay, fine.
I'm not kidding.
All right, fine.

Geez.
Let's go.

Yeah.

YAKURA:
As you know,
last year we had...

You, of course,
remember Dr. Yakura.

Oh, yeah, sure.
Hello, Grace.

Sit down.

As I was saying
before we were
interrupted,

last year we had
a 100% identification rate.

I intend to
keep it that way.

Which brings us to...

Mr. Stinky.
(ALL CHUCKLING)

We will refer to him as
case number 0-1-0-6-1-8

and he's been here
five months.

I want him identified

and processed
out of the crypt by
the end of the week.

Any volunteers?

Dr. Sanders,
how about you?

(SLURPING)

Dr. Macy,
possible homicide.

34-year-old male,
massive head trauma.

Dr. Goodall,
auto versus ped.

And Dr. Olson,

41-year-old male,
drowned in bathtub.

Thank you very much,
everybody.

The rest
I'll handle myself.

What about me?

Find a case to assist on.

Assist?
Jordan, it's all right.

Look, if you've got
a problem with me,
let me know.

Otherwise,
why am I not
getting a case?

I spent
half the night on
the phone with the Mayor,

the D.A. and the
Police Commissioner

trying to explain
how one of my M.E.s

handcuffed a police officer
to his bed.

So if you
want to play
cops and robbers,

please do it
on your own time.

Yeah, at least
I caught the bad guy.

There are no bad guys,
Dr. Cavanaugh.

There are only
dead bodies.

Meeting adjourned.
Let's get to work.

Just got a report
of a cab driver killed
over on Congress Street.

Jordan,

looks good.

I'll give her a week.

What do we have?

Dead cab driver.

Fits the M.O. of a perp
we've been looking for.

Calls for a cab, takes them
someplace remote, robs them.

This is the first one
he's killed, though.

Who's the scene commander?

That'd be me.

Lieutenant Winslow,

this is the M.E.
assigned to the murder.

Yeah.
Lieutenant, huh?

Hello, Dr. Cavanaugh.

I take it you two
know one another.
Yeah.

Unfortunately.

Nice to see you, too,
Jordan.

JORDAN:
Medium caliber
entrance wound

on lower posterior cranium.

Some tattooing
around the skin.

It was close range.

Was it a .38?

Maybe.

There's no exit wound.
Bullet's still in there.

We got a description
of the suspect

from the four
previous cabbies
this guy held up.

He uses a chrome-plated
.38 snub nose.

Lividity's fixed.
When was he last
known to be alive?

We're checking on that
right now.

Oh. Sometime after 11:18 p.m.,

when he dropped off
his last fare.

Got anything else?

Not much.

I found this on the floor
of the back seat.

Nicotine gum.
Orange flavored.

We've got a trace
on the last call
to his cell phone.

Came from a pay phone over
at the convention center.

Okay.

Look, Jordan, I know
you're still pissed,

but I got
a lot of distance
on this thing and I...

Save it, Eddy.

Never gonna find anything,
guys.

50 people could have used
that phone since last night.

JORDAN: Nicotine gum.

(SNIFFS)

Orange.

You ID'd Mr. Stinky yet?

(SIGHS) No, it's impossible.
Look at him.

He was wax
when they found him.

You probably thought
this was arthritis.
Isn't it?

I can see how an untrained eye
could miss it.

His fingers
have all been
broken and rehealed.

And you can tell that how?

Excess cartilage
around the joints.

Scar tissue.

Textbook sign of torture.

Bug, you know, you've
got a real feel for this.

(SNICKERS)
The answer's no.

Oh, come on.
Yakura's gonna kill me.

I'll even buy you lunch.

You're curious, I can tell.
You have a thing for
Mr. Stinky.

I do not
have a thing
for Mr. Stinky.

Tuna and sweet corn
on whole wheat

and pepperoncinis
on the side.

Do we get
New Year's Day off?

I'm sorry?

New Year's?

People do die
on New Year's,

sad as that may be.

Well, New Year's
is three months away.

Oh, I know, I just...

I like to make
my plans early.

Very organized.

I'm anal, actually.

(EXCLAIMS)
I can say anal
at work, right?

I'm sure you can.

Oh.

You know, I...

I watch you
in here sometimes

and you treat
the bodies with

such respect.

It's so inspirational.

Thanks.

You, uh,

looked a little puzzled
there. Everything okay?

Yeah, it's just...

Never mind.
Don't worry about it.

You sure?

Well, it's just...

(SIGHS)

A perfectly healthy
34-year-old man.

He just made partner at
a big Beacon Hill law firm.

He went out last night
for a three-mile run

and ends up
bludgeoned to death
12 miles away from his house.

See? Multiple blows.

It's overkill,
really, except for
these two right here.

It's what we call
"hesitation blows."

Now, if that's
not odd enough,
there's this.

You see
the lividity marks
where the blood settled?

I'd say that looks
like a license plate.

Yeah, it sure does.

Well, the only problem is,
I checked the scene report
and the photos.

There was no license plate
found there.

Wow. A mystery.

You should run this through
the RMV, see what comes up.

Maybe you'll solve
this murder.

Well, that's not really
what I do.

Yeah, but...

It would be really cool
if you did though, huh?

Well, I

better get back to work.
Oh, yeah, okay.

(WHISPERS) Yeah.

(CHUCKLES)

No trace of gunshot residue.

We can rule out
mutual gunplay.

Okay.

I do see some bruising,
though, on the knuckles.

Defensive wounds?

No. These are
a couple days old.

This guy didn't
put up a fight.

Killer never gave him
a chance.

What?

Nothing.

It's just...
You sound like your father.

I don't mean
anything by that.

Look,
are you interested in
hearing my theory or not?

Sure.

Okay, this wasn't
about scaring the guy.

This was an execution.
One shot from behind, clean.

I just think
you're looking
in the wrong direction.

Dr. Cavanaugh,
the cab driver's
wife's here to ID the body.

Yeah.

That's him.

Doctor,

can I ask you one question?

Yeah.

Did he suffer?

(STAMMERING)
Well, that's difficult to...

No.

No, I don't
believe he did.

You're telling me
there's no chance
that my husband suffered?

Well, I...

Just tell me the truth,
Doctor.

The bullet
sliced through
several neural pathways,

rendering him paralyzed.

It's possible

that he remained
conscious for two
to three minutes,

fully aware
of the fact that
he was gonna die.

Yeah.
Yeah, I would have
to call that suffering.

Thanks.

Nice light touch
you got there.

(WOMAN CHATTERING ON PA)

Thanks a lot.

The cabbie's wife,

I think
she's involved somehow.

Another theory?

She came in
to ID the body.

It was like I just told her
I killed a fly in her kitchen.

People react
in strange ways.

He was beating her.
I ran his name.

There were seven
domestic disturbance
calls in four years.

She filed
three restraining orders.

We already know
all of this, Jordan.

It's our job.

You see,
you figure out
how they died,

we find the killers.

That's how it works
around here.

She works midnight to 7:00
at a greasy spoon out
in Quincy.

Security cameras
recorded her entire shift.

Now, if I have
any further need
of your services

or deductive abilities,
I will call.

(SIGHS)

WOMAN: Hi, Dr. Cavanaugh.

Listen...

I'm sorry
about walking in
on you this morning.

I hope you don't
think I...

Or that I...

What, that you
liked what you saw?

Stop busting my chops.

Look, Trey, I'm sorry.

You know,
really, it's okay.

I mean, modesty
has never really been
one of my long suits, anyway.

But I do expect you to
return the favor sometime.

(CHUCKLES)

Oh, I aim to please.

Jordan, come with me.

Where are you taking me?

To show you
how it's done.

Listen and learn.

He just
went for a run,
same as always.

(SNIFFLES)

We didn't even say goodbye.

I'm so sorry for your loss,
Mrs. Babcock.

And to lose a husband,
I can only imagine your pain.

Do you have any kids?

No.

We were trying, though.

Here, take this.

(SNIFFLES)

Did he suffer?

With an injury
of that extent,

it's almost certain
there was a loss of
consciousness upon impact.

So, no,
I don't believe he did.

That's good.

You know,
in the words of
the poet Aeschylus,

"In our own despair
against our will,

"comes wisdom
through the grace of God."

I believe that.

Thank you, Doctor.
Thank you.

You're welcome.

Now, that's
how you handle
a grieving loved one.

Thanks.

BUG: What do we have here?

A bullet.

Now,
who would shoot
an 80-year-old man?

No, he didn't die
from this.

See those periosteum
deposits built up over it?

That takes years.

So his hands tell us
he was tortured,

his lungs
say he survived
asbestos exposure

and got shot in the chest.

And none of that
killed him.

Mr. Stinky,

you are a riddle
wrapped in an enigma.

JORDAN: Dad?

He's on his way home.

I'm in the kitchen.

Hi.
Hi.

Smells good.
What is it?

Vegetable lasagna
with soy cheese.

He's gotta
watch his cholesterol.

Oh, where is he?

He's got yoga on Tuesdays.

Oh, now that's supposed
to be a secret.

He doesn't
want anybody to know
till he can touch his toes.

Oh, well,
that'll be a while.

Well, he was really
limber when we first met.

Excuse me?

When he was an athlete.

We met in high school.
He never told you?

No, must have left
that part out.

You know,
you go your
separate ways.

But then,
after my husband died,

well, one day
I just called him.

Out of the blue.

(WHISPERING MOCKINGLY)

Oh, this garbage disposal.

It only works
when it wants to.

Oh, honey,
could you get me
a salad bowl, please?

Yeah, um...

Oh, no, no, no,
they're over there now.

Yeah, I like
a workable kitchen.

I mean,
the teacups
were over here,

the saucers were over there.

Seems like I spent all my time
cleaning out this house ever
since I got here.

You haven't gotten
to the attic yet,
have you?

(SIGHS)

Your mother died
22 years ago, Jordan.

(DOOR OPENING)

How long was
he supposed to
save her clothes?

MAX: Honey, I'm home.

We're all here,
sweetie.

I made your favorite.

(JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)

Wow, it's so big.

Yeah, well,
all the better
to hear it with.

(EXCLAIMS)

The Comedian Harmonists.

You know the Harmonists?

Well, my father
collected old records.

Yeah, so do I.

Jazz and blues, mostly
from the '20s and '30s.

Oh.

You know what
I like about you,

Dr. Macy?

You are a very
interesting man.

Uh, I...

I ran those
numbers through the
RMV like you suggested

and came up with
62 possible matches.

(STUTTERING)
I don't know.

Wait a minute,
Louis Stahler?
That's...

That's the same name
as Dr. Cavanaugh's case.

That's the cab driver
that was shot yesterday.

Do me a favor and
get me Dr. Cavanaugh's
cell number, will you?

Mmm.

I saw Eddy Winslow today.

Really? How's he doing?

I don't know, I didn't ask.

He was my last partner
on the force.

Oh.
When I got...

Well, when I left,

he was the...
Just say it, Dad.

He ratted you out.

It was an internal affairs
investigation.

What was he supposed to do?
Could we change the subject,
please?

So,
how are things
at the new job,

Jordan, huh?
Any interesting cases?

Yeah, mmm, actually.

I'm trying to figure out
how this woman blew her
husband's brains out.

Blam, you know,
bullet bounces around,

brain matter,
blood everywhere.

Pretty interesting case.

Terrible.

It's hard
to believe anybody
could ever do such a thing.

Wow, that stuff happens
all the time, right, Dad?

You know,
husband carves up
the wife with a chainsaw.

Mom kills the kids,
tosses them in the river.

I'm sure
Dad has some crime
photos laying around

if you're interested.

Actually, you know what?
I'm surprised you didn't
run across any of those

while you were cleaning
things out around here.

Jordan,
can we just have some nice
dinner conversation, please?

What?
I thought in this house
that was dinner conversation.

Not anymore.

This is a chance for

you and Evelyn to
get to know one another.

Fine.

(SIGHS)

Then maybe
she doesn't mind
if I ask her a question.

You can ask me anything.

Where the hell do you get off
giving my mom's clothes away?

All right, that's it.

I think
I'm gonna go out and
check on the pie. Hmm?

I want
you to apologize
to her right now.

She should apologize to me.
No.

To you! No,
where the hell does she get
off touching Mom's clothes?

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Jordan,

I will not
have you treating her
that way in my house.

Your house?
Yes, my house.

So if you're not ready
to start acting like
an adult,

you can leave. Now!

(YELLING) What?

Garret,
I can't talk right now.

Why would I know
the license plate number?

At the impound lot,
I guess. Why?

All right, fine, yeah.
I'll meet you there.

They closed
an hour ago.

We have to wait
till morning.

No, we don't.

Jordan.

Come on,
I want to find out what
my corpse's license plate

was doing on
your corpse's ass.
Are you nuts?

We are not breaking
into this place.
It's against the law.

We'll be in and out
in five minutes.

What are you,

chicken?

Huh? I'll give you some help.
Right there.

Give me a break.
Okay.

You know what?
I don't know what
you're talking about, Garret.

As far as asses go,

yours is kinda sweet.

I'm telling you, man,
as soon as I met the wife,

I knew
there was more to this.

That's not
the same number.

Wait a minute.

Now,
how the hell
did my corpse

get in the trunk
of your corpse's cab?

(SIREN BEEPING)

OFFICER ON PA: Freeze!
You're trespassing on
police property.

Keep your hands
where I can see them.

Don't worry.
I'll handle this.

Great.

Don't think
I slept a wink.

On the bright side,
at least I didn't have to
sleep at the morgue again.

Okay,
I went ahead and
buried your paperwork.

You're all set.

I thank you,
my career thanks you.

I'm gonna go home
and take a shower.

Do us both a favor
and stay away from me
for the rest of the day, okay?

Thanks for taking your
sweet ass time getting
us out.

If you hadn't
have mouthed off,

you could have been
out of here in 15 minutes.

I mean, come on, Jordan.
Breaking into an impound lot?

What the hell
were you thinking?

We were going where
the evidence took us.

And besides, you're still
looking for a crack head

who kills cabbies
and chews nicotine gum.

Okay, I admit the dead lawyer
in the trunk somewhat
complicates things.

(CHUCKLING)
Wow, no wonder they
made you lieutenant.

You're never gonna
let me live it down,
are you?

What do you think?

I think this case
isn't that hard to explain.

Cabbie picks the guy up,
he kills him, he dumps
the body.

And just by coincidence,
gets killed by a robber
five hours later.

So when are you
gonna bring her in?

The cabbie's wife, Elaine.

She's the only one you've got
who can tell you how these
two guys are connected.

Do you even know
where she is?

Yeah.

She's waiting
in interrogation.

I don't understand
what I'm doing here.

I thought I told you
everything I know.

I know, Mrs. Stahler.

There's been a complication
in the case

and we just
have a few more questions,
if you don't mind, of course.

You stated before that
your husband's shift
began at 11:00 that night.

That's right.

Your husband
owned the cab, right?
He was an independent?

That's right.

Anyone else have access
to the cab that night

before his shift began?

No. It was parked out front,

same as always.

Why?
What is this about?

Mrs. Stahler,
do you recognize this man?

No.

EDDY:
His name is
Nolan Babcock.

Do you know
how your husband
might have known him?

My husband knew
a lot of guys.

Look,
I told you,
I don't know.

So you also don't know
how this man wound up dead

in the trunk of
your husband's cab?

My husband
was a violent
son of a bitch.

And when
he wasn't beating
the crap out of me,

he was off looking for
a fight somewhere else.

So you tell me
he's driving around with
a dead guy in the trunk?

Well, I'll tell you what.
That doesn't surprise me
one bit.

Thank you.

(JINGLING)

Must open something
pretty small.

This is what
we got to go on.

A bus schedule,
37 cents in change
and a photograph.

BUG: Must be Mrs. Stinky.

Here, take a look at this.

See those
neurofibrillary tangles there?

He had Alzheimer's.
Mmm-hmm.

All right, gentlemen,
how brilliant am I?

Brilliance, by definition,
is unquantifiable, Nigel.

You're either brilliant
or you're not.

No, Bug.
The answer is
very brilliant.

Your bullet
is a .22 caliber

fired from
a Mauser Werke rifle,

standard issue
to the Germans in
World War II. Now,

ask me what makes it
so special.

BOTH: No.

This bullet was only used
during the Battle of Kursk,

after which
it was discontinued

for reasons
Mr. Stinky's
already shown us.

It wasn't terribly lethal.

How do you know all this,
Nigel?

Insomnia
and the History Channel.
They're a lethal combination.

Dr. Macy.
Oh, thank God you're okay.

I have been worried sick
about you.

Why were you worried?

Well, you know,
spending the night
in the slammer like that.

Oh,
that must have been
an amazing experience.

How did you find out
about that?

Oh, everyone's talking.

So? So what happened
with Mr. Babcock and
the license plate?

Did you solve it?

No, no, no, we turned
everything over to
the police.

It's in their hands now.
Oh.

Dr. Macy,

you, um...

You didn't have to
be anybody's bitch
in there, did you?

No, but thanks
for asking.

Hey, Garret,
I found something.

I thought I told you
to stay away from me.

The cops are working off
the theory

that the
cabbie killed Nolan,
stuffed him in the trunk

and dumped his body
on the side of the road.

And a perfectly
good theory it is.

Do you realize everyone here
knows we spent the night
in jail?

So?

You are unbelievable.

It says here
in your autopsy report

that Nolan died from
repeated overhead blows

to the left of
the medial part
of the skull.

Now, you determined
that the killer used
their right hand.

And that's where my work
in this case ends.

My cabbie had had
two rotator cuff surgeries.

He couldn't
lift his right arm
any higher than this.

He didn't kill him.
Somebody else did.

Jordan, if you want to
ride your career into
the toilet,

be my guest,
but don't expect me
to saddle up with you.

That's kind of
a mixed metaphor,
though, isn't it?

Hi.

Uh,

I need your help on a case.

Not tonight.

You're not even
gonna let me in?

If you've come to apologize,
I might.

All right, you know,
I'm sorry.

Well, that was pathetic.

And I'm not the one
you need to apologize to.

I need your help
on this case.

Give me one good
reason why I should.

Because I'm your daughter and
I need your help on this case.

The cabbie's wife,

she's the interesting one
here.

Elaine, yeah.

We know
she didn't
kill her husband.

She had an alibi.

But she had access
to the cab that night.

Ah, so you're thinking
she killed the guy in
the trunk, Nolan.

Well, she has
no alibi for that.

No motive, either.

No revenge,
no money involved.

Far as we know,
they were perfect strangers.

I know.

I'm going out
on a limb here.

I don't know
why she did it,
I don't even know how.

But right now
it's the only
hunch I've got.

So who do you want to be?

I'll be the killer.
I'll be Elaine.

I'll be Nolan.

The road's empty.

I see you running.

I'm standing
in the shadows, scared.

My heart's pounding,

but I know
I have to do this.

MAX: No.

It's not right.
It's too dangerous.

You're a woman.
You're not gonna
overpower me.

You're more clever
than that.

I need to get you
to stop somehow.

Yes,
you need to
gain my trust.

I fake car trouble.

That's right.

You stop and offer
to take a look.

I pop the hood.

You walk to
the front of the car.

No. You'd have to
drag me to the back.

I'm six feet
of dead weight.

The trunk.

I need you to get
something from the trunk.

MAX: The spare tire.

When you're leaning in,
that's when I'll do it.

Quick, easy.

I hear you behind me,
but I don't turn.

I have no idea
you're gonna kill me.

I hit you,
but not hard enough.

Why?
You're trying to kill me.

No, I'm not sure
I want to do this.

Hit me again, Jordan.
Harder.

I don't know.
I've never killed
anybody before.

Do it.
I'm not a killer!

Do it.

(NOLAN GROANING)

Who stood to
gain from his death?

I don't know.
A business partner,
his wife Sandra, maybe.

He have insurance money?

Probably.
He was a lawyer.
They were well-off.

How did Elaine know
where to find him?

How'd she know where he'd be,
where he ran at night,
what time?

Who could have
possibly told her that?

A criss-cross?

You kill my husband,
I kill yours.

Strangers On A Train.

No way to trace the motive.

The perfect murder.

Now all I have
to do is prove it.

So,
Mr. Stinky was born
somewhere around 1920,

fought in
the Second World War,

was shot, captured and
tortured, but survived.

Due to the asbestos
we found,

probably worked in a shipyard
for a long period of his life.

He later developed Alzheimer's
and eventually died in
Paul Revere Square.

End of story.

All this and we still
don't know who he is.

Mmm-hmm.

So that's it?
We're just gonna give up?

We did our best.

Sign him out and
he's off to potter's field.

Wait a minute.

You said Paul Revere Square,
right?

Yeah, so?

Take a look at this.

Paul Revere Square.

"Hold me in your memories,
Lydia."

All right, I got
a really lame idea.

I'm gonna contact
the Veteran's Administration,

see if
they can run a search,
cross-referencing the name

Lydia and Massachusetts.

Nice place you got here.

I brought you bagels
and these.

They're the phone records
for Elaine Stahler and
Sandra Babcock.

How did you...

I still have
a few friends
in low places.

I was hoping to find out
if they'd called one another.

They didn't,
but look at this.

Elaine called this number
17 times.

I had it traced.

It's the hotline for
a battered women's shelter.

The last one,

day before the murder.

But we already know
she was battered.

Ah, but that's not
the interesting part.

I traced every one of
Sandra Babcock's calls.

This one here is to
the administrative office

of the women's shelter
that Elaine called.

So what does that mean?

Well, I don't know,
but in my day, that's
what we called a lead.

I gotta get back.

Evelyn and I
are shopping for
a new sofa today.

(EXCLAIMS)

By the way,

I was the one who told her
to give away your mother's
clothes.

It was my idea, Jordan.

She's still waiting
for that apology of
yours.

(DIALING)

WOMAN: Hotline,
can I help you?

(VOICE CRACKING)
Yeah, um,

I spoke to
someone there
the other night

and I really need to
talk with her again.

When?
Well, it was...

It was Tuesday night,
uh, around 10:00 p.m.

I'll try to call her
and patch you through.

Great, thanks.

SANDRA: Hello.
Can I help you?

Elaine?

Garret,
I connected the bodies.

The wives, they killed
each other's husbands.

I went for a run
this morning.

Did you hear
what I said?

I need to
check Nolan Babcock
out of the crypt again.

Somewhere near the end
of the second mile,

I had a breakthrough,
an epiphany.

They're going to
get away with it,
Garret.

There's no hard evidence
connecting either one of them

to the scene
of their crimes.

All we have
is a piece of gum and
a partial license plate.

Do you remember
when Sandra Babcock
borrowed my handkerchief?

Run this for DNA.

If your theory's right,
it should match
the chewing gum you found.

What do you mean
it's nothing?

So you can link
a piece of gum with
some snot in a handkerchief.

If it matches,
it's genetic proof that

Sandra Babcock was
at that pay phone
that night.

Yeah, two miles
from the crime scene.

You still can't put her
in the back of that cab.

And even if you could,
without fingerprints
and a weapon?

You're not even gonna
try to find a motive?

I mean, maybe Nolan
was sleeping around.

Maybe he
had a million dollar
life insurance policy.

It was a $2.2 million,
actually.

Well,
then that's it.
That's her motive.

That is for us to determine,
Jordan.

There are
procedures to follow
in building a case.

Okay, maybe your
dad taught you to go
barreling head first

into brick...
Hey, hey!
Leave my dad out of this.

I can't.
You know why?

He seems to be here
every time we're together.

It is time
you understood something.
Let's get it out.

Good.
Okay? I did him a favor.

Oh, yeah, how?

By saving his life.

(SNICKERS)

That's a good one.

He was a liability.

A man
can't have that much anger
without endangering himself

and the men around him.
He was done.

I just helped him
see it.

I'm gonna take this
to the lab.

But right now,
given what we've got,

this case hinges on
one of them confessing.

And don't
hold your breath on
that ever happening.

Thanks.

Hope you didn't come
all the way down here
for the food.

Actually, I came here
to ask your advice
on something.

Do I look like someone
you'd want to take
advice from?

It's a subject
you know a lot about.

Let's say, hypothetically,

that I was getting the crap
beat out of me by my husband.

Fine, let's say you were.

Then one night,
out of desperation,
I make a call.

The voice on the other end
is sympathetic,

someone with
the same problems as me.

I feel safe.

Finally, someone understands.
Even better,

she has a solution,
a way out.

I am so desperate,
I make a deal.

It's a really
interesting story,
but I have work to do.

Well, what if I found out
she lied to me?

What if I did
this terrible thing
just so she could collect

$2 million
in insurance money?

Then I would say that you
don't have the whole story.

But she knew
I trusted her.

She used me.
I was duped.

Well, maybe you were.

Or maybe she failed
to mention the fact

that her son of a bitch
husband was molesting
her kids.

Maybe she just
left that part out.

Sandra Babcock
doesn't have any kids.

But don't take
my word for it.

It's right here in
her husband's obituary.

Elaine,
you can make this
a lot easier on yourself.

His name
was Albert Saltzman.

He was
the love of my life.

He had the photograph on him
when he died.

This was
taken the day before
he went off to the war.

I wanted to
give him something
to remind him of me.

I waited for him,

but he never came back.

I have one child,

three grandchildren,

one great-grandchild.

And they're all his.

I never knew
I was pregnant
when he left.

Would you happen to know
what this is, too?

It's been closed
for 58 years.

TREY:
He was trying
to find you, Lydia.

I just assumed that
he'd forgotten about me.

Apparently, he never did.

Word on the street is
you're a real limber guy.

Yeah, uh,

it's called downward dog.

Yeah, I can see why.

So, how's your case going?

It's over.

Elaine Stahler confessed
to everything.

She's gonna
plea bargain for
testifying against Sandra.

She's at the police station
right now.

38 years on the force,
I've learned one thing.

It's easy to kill someone,

it's hard to live with it.

So, what do you think?

Of the new sofa?

Oh, nice, nice.

Doesn't really go with the
rest of the furniture, but...

Well, it's Evelyn's taste.

I like it, though.

Yeah, listen, Dad,

about the other night.

Yeah?
I just, uh...

Coming
back home just brings up
a lot of stuff, you know?

Um,

I know I can be a jerk.

Okay, and it's
not as though you don't
deserve to be happy. That...

Wasn't right,

me not telling you
about Evelyn.

You should know what's
going on between us,
everything.

Well, if you're
gonna tell me that
she's good in bed,

then I'm leaving right now.

Oh, she's...
It's not that complicated.

Just the opposite.
I need her, Jordan.

Now, you don't have
to be her best friend.

You don't even
have to like her.

But you do have
to apologize to her.

Oh,

hello.

This darn thing.

I mean,
one minute it works,
the next minute it doesn't.

Can we, uh...
You got a few seconds?

Sure.

It's about
the other night.

Look, I just, I want...

Oh, no, don't.
Don't, Jordan.
No, it's okay.

I mean, it's a funny
thing about apologies.

When you get
to be my age,
you learn

they're not worth much.

Now, somebody who can
figure out how to get
a disposal to work, that

I could actually use.

(WHIRRING)

(EXCLAIMS)

(CLEARS THROAT)
We're just having
leftovers tonight,

but you're
welcome to stay.

Yeah.

Yeah, I'd like that.

(JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)

Good night.

Good night.