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Kashi.
Great for your heart.

You used to say that
about jelly donuts.

I lied.

Any winners today?

"Duplex overlooking
the harbor,
3,000 square feet.

"Doorman, gym.

"3,800 a month."

Well, you know,

you can stay here
as long as you want.

So, uh, I thought
we'd catch an early dinner

before we head out
on Thursday.

You know,
make the cemetery
before dark.

Yeah, well,
actually, Jordan,
I don't think

I'll be joining you
on Thursday.

Uh, what do you mean?

Uh, it's her anniversary.

Right, uh,

the thing is Evelyn and I
have tickets to the Pops.

The Pops?

Dad, we've gone to her grave
every year since...

Yeah, well, I went out there
for her birthday in July.

You never said anything.

Well, I just decided
it was time

to start celebrating
your mother's life

instead of dwelling
on her death.

You decided.

You mean
you and Evelyn decided.

This has nothing
to do with her.

Well, what about me?
What am I supposed to do?

You're a big girl.

You can make
your own decision.

(PAGER BEEPING)

(SIGHS)

Hi.

Cavanaugh, M.E.'s Office.
You running the scene?

Yeah. Penza.
Hi.

State Police.

Motorcycle cut off
a garbage truck.

Everybody involved
walked away, but

sanitation boys
found a female body
in the back of the truck.

Your partner's
got the details.

Thanks.

Morning, Trey.
Hey.

What have we got?

They found her in a trash bag
when they were
cleaning up the mess.

Someone really
did a job on her.

They find the rest of her?

What you see
is what you get.

You make your observations?

Took a liver temp,
but other than that

there's really not much
to observe.

African-American female,
25 to 35 years of age.

Irregular skin margins
indicate vivisection

with a hand-held,
non-surgical implement.

Elliptical wound
on upper left shoulder

suggests removal
of birthmark or tattoo,

possibly to hinder
identification.

Full rigor,
lack of decomposition,

fixed lividity
puts time of death
at 12 to 15 hours ago.

Other than that,
there's not much
to observe.

Did you at least
call transport?

Uh, yeah, it's on its way.

Do you want to go
grab some coffee?

It's not like
she's going anywhere.

Is that supposed to be funny?

No, I'm just saying...

Look, this might be
some kind of joke to you,

but someone butchered her.

She could be
someone's daughter,
someone's mother.

Whoa, okay. I'm sorry.

I'm gonna go
flag down the van.

JORDAN: Signs of
sexual penetration.

Bruising's indeterminate.

Let's do
a rape kit
DNA analysis.

You got it.

Sorry, I'm late.

Macy had me
cataloging tissue files.

Sucks to be a short-timer.

Tell me about it.

Look, about
this morning...
I just wanted to say

I'm really sorry
if I offended you.

No, I'm the one
who should be
apologizing.

I had a blowout
with my dad this morning
and I took it out on you.

I do that

a lot.

It's cool.
I shouldn't have been
making jokes.

So what do you say,
we skip the hug
and get back to work?

(CHUCKLES)

What do you make
of that laceration
on the abdomen?

Wound margins are irregular,

probably made by
the same implement
used to cut off the limbs.

Looks post-mortem.

I figure whoever did this
assaulted her,
then strangled her.

Stabbed her to make
sure she was dead

and then cut her up
to impede the ID.

TREY: No distinguishing
surgical scars,

no medical implants
or devices.

All organs are intact.

There's some
nondescript trauma
in the chest cavity.

She must have gotten
knocked around pretty good
in the crash.

Oh, this is weird.

There's a white
granular substance
on the heart sac.

(CAMERA CLICKING)

Thanks.

I'll get Nigel
to run an analysis.

It's hard to believe
someone could do
something like this.

Kind of pisses you off,
doesn't it?

Yeah, actually, it does.

There may be hope
for you yet.

Where is he?

First things first, Bug.

Oh, no. Look, look,
not here, Lily.
I'll do it for you later.

This case sounds perfect
for my journal article
on auto-erotic morbidity.

Lots of docs ask me
to steer the really
cool cases their way,

but when something
really twisted comes in,
you're my first call.

And I ask
for so little in return.

(SINGING LIKE A MUNCHKIN)
* As coroner I vouch for her

* I thoroughly examined her

* And she's not only
merely dead

* She's really
quite sincerely dead *

(LAUGHING)

I could watch you
do that all day.

(CHUCKLING MOCKINGLY)
So where is he?

(GIGGLING)

Oh, mama.

Theodore Horton,

grain salesman
from Carbondale, Illinois.

Maid found him
in his hotel room
this morning.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Oh, hi, Dr. Macy.

Nice tie.

Thank you.

I understand we have
two new cases.
Yeah.

Uh, I've got
a light load
this morning,

so I'll take
Mr. Horton
off your hands.

Okay.

Thanks, Bug.

Uh, second case
is en route
from Piller's Mortuary.

John Flynn, 80.

He died at home
of pancreatic cancer.

His insurance company
requested an autopsy, so...

All right,
I'll handle it myself.
All right.

Uh, Dr. Macy.

Violent Heart
by Gwendolyn G.

Slam poet from Oakland.

She rocks.

Dr. Cavanaugh told me
you're into poetry.

She did?
Mmm.

The other book is blank.

It's for your own stuff.

I bet you're amazing.

Well...

Thank you.

What the hell
are you doing?

I'm searching
the missing persons' sites
for matches on my Jane Doe.

Don't play dumb, Jordan.
It doesn't suit you.

Kind of early in the morning
for sphincter level 10,
Garret, even for you.

Listen to me.

I'm a very private person,
all right?
Yeah.

Now, on those rare
misguided occasions

that I share
personal information
with you,

is it too much
not to expect

to have them broadcast
over Radio Free Jordan?

Oh, you're talking
about your new gal pal.

What are you talking about?

Oh, come on, Garret.
She's cute, she's fun,

and despite those qualities,
she actually likes you.

Well, I don't know
what planet you're from,

but here on Earth
we have something called
sexual harassment law.

Garret, she's so
not gonna sue you.

Yeah, you got that right.

(DOOR OPENING)

Chemical analysis turned up
traces of Mace on the body.

She probably tried
to spray the attacker.

Did you break down
the chemical components?

That's the strange part.
It's not a standard
pepper spray.

It's a specialized blend
with a marking agent,

the kind prison guards
use to subdue inmates.

(DOOR BUZZING)

You traced a body
from 12 miles away
to this facility?

When I spoke
with your watch commander,

he said Brenda Porter
didn't show up
for work today.

According to her file,
the blood type matches,

and Porter had a tattoo
on her left shoulder,

which is consistent
with a patch of skin
the killer removed.

Roommate says
Officer Porter
never showed up last night.

We're trying to determine
the last time
she was seen alive.

She worked from noon
to 8:00 yesterday.

She have any problems
with anyone here?

Not that I know of,
but this is a prison.

It's not like
the officers are gonna win
any popularity contests.

This is my colleague,
Dr. Sanders.

Looks like a match.

The plastic bag
we found Porter in
had a specific residue on it.

Dr. Sanders just found
that identical residue

on the prison's main
garbage chute.

Looks like she was raped
and killed inside the prison,

then dismembered
and her remains left
in the trash.

This is a level
five institution.

We house over 800
convicted murderers
and rapists here.

Well, I guess we won't be
hurting for suspects.

(VACUUM CLEANER WHIRRING)

Ouch!

Jordan?

Uh, what time is it?

Uh, 6:30.

And this is
your normal vacuuming time?

Uh, we're pretty
early risers around here.

You go back to sleep, huh?

Oh, no, no. I'm up.

I need to be at work in

three hours, anyway.

Ah.

I found some photographs
on your dad's nightstand.

Pretty bloody stuff.

Oh,

those are my
entry wound photos
from the Stahler case.

Yeah, Dad just wanted
to check them out.

My concern is...

Well, you know your dad.

I mean, he tends to get
pretty obsessed with things,
you know?

Yeah, that's what made him
such a great cop.

It's just not
healthy for him, Jordan.

Do you understand?

Yeah, no, sure,
I, uh... Yeah.

Brenda Porter

served this institution
with integrity and honor

and she will be sorely missed.

And we pray that her soul

be committed
to the kingdom of heaven.

Blessed be
the Father of mercies
and God of all comfort.

LYNCH: Let us pray.

Officer Porter's
last radio transmission

was at approximately
7:50 p.m. in B block.

She was seen
passing this checkpoint
a few minutes later.

All right,
what's up ahead here?

Uh, to the left
is the commissary,

which opens
onto the main yard,

and to the right
is the woodshop
and the main entrance.

Woodshop?
If I'm cutting up a body,

that sounds like
a good place to start.

Except there's
two guards,

an alarm system
and about a dozen 24 hour
surveillance cameras.

It didn't happen here.

Okay, we don't have
a crime scene.

But we do have the DNA
from the semen
left inside Porter.

Let's run a DNA dragnet.

We're gonna have to test
every prisoner
in this cellblock.

That's over 200 inmates.

Anyone got a better idea?

An AK-47's got nothing
on pancreatic cancer.

Mr. Flynn's a mess.

Why are we
opening him up?

Because his insurance company,

after happily
cashing his checks
for the last 50 years or so,

is now looking for a way
to avoid paying out

the death benefit
to his widow.

But didn't he die
of terminal cancer?

Yeah, but if they can
prove euthanasia,
all bets are off.

Is the tox screen back?
Uh-huh.

Um...

Positive for morphine.

4.3 mics per milliliter?

That's a lethal dose.

Especially on an elderly man
with a compromised heart.

There's also
frothy edema present.

That could indicate overdose.

Could have been accidental.

Let's get
Mr. Flynn's doctor
on the phone.

Okay.

Love these auto-erotic jobs.

This boy definitely liked
to play ouchy.

Check out
the symmetrical scarring
on the fingers.

Thumb screws?
Uh-uh.

Hand clamps.
Mmm.

ER said he had
a noose around his neck
when he came in.

But he didn't die
of asphyxiation.

There's no facial congestion
and the hyoid's intact.

Cops figure
he was trying to rig himself
up to the light fixture,

fell off the bed,

smashed his head
on the coffee table.

Problem is, there's no
subdural hematoma,

just some blood
under the scalp.

Whoa!

Hello.

The plot thickens.

Check out his moneymaker.

Ashen discoloration
around the scrotum.

Definitely a localized burn.

Ouch, what's that?

Looks like a copper wire.

Oh, sweet Nancy!

This boy plugged himself in.

Thanks.

(BELL RINGING)

TREY: Thanks.

Oh, don't know about you,

but I'm ready
to call it a day.

Well, just think of it
as a chance to get to know
the folks who keep us busy.

(CHUCKLES)

Wait, you're an inmate?

Weren't you just leading
the prayer service?

Uh, yes, ma'am.

Uh, Earl Lewis.
I'm the chapel trustee.

I help out Father Lynch.

Okay.

Open up, please.

It's kind of like communion.

What do you need?

Fresh gloves
and a packet of swabs.

You plan on testing
the whole prison?

If that's what it takes.

These B block guys,
I was thinking
it's not any of them.

Yeah, why is that?

Porter was good people.

She treated inmates
with respect.

Everything okay here,
Martinson?

Uh, yeah,
Officer Cosgrove.

I was just heading back
to the cellblock.

Brenda never should
have been working
in a place like this.

Finally got
Mr. Flynn's oncologist
on the phone. Big jerk.

What did he say
about the morphine?

He prescribed 0.5 mics

after Mr. Flynn
went into a coma.

Any idea how nearly
nine times that amount
got into his system?

Mmm-mmm. Nope.

Apparently, Mr. Flynn's
78 year old wife

was in charge
of giving him
the medication.

I'll need to talk to her.

Well, you'll get your chance.

She's coming in tomorrow
to view her husband's body.

Thanks for an
interesting day.

Beats cataloging
tissue files, huh?

That is true.

Dude, that's a sweet outfit.
You got a date?

No, I was just going
over to O'Flannery's
with some friends,

do some dancing.

O'Flannery's?
Off the square
O'Flannery's?

What?
Nothing, it's just my dad

used to go there
for pints all the time.

I didn't think
it'd be your scene.

Tell you what,
why don't you come along?

That way
I'll fit in better.

Trey, that's not
what I'm saying.

You coming or not?

(RAP MUSIC PLAYING)

Don't you ever stop?

Dude, this place
has changed.

Yeah, no, really.

So, I've been meaning
to ask you something.

What's that?

Just why is it exactly
that you do not date
white women?

(LAUGHS)

It's funny,
but at the moment,
I really can't remember.

Oh, I'm vibrating.

Hello!

What?

Yeah, I nailed the granules
you took off her heart sac.

Where are you?

Out.

Wait a minute.
Are you dancing?

Just tell me.

It's some hospital grade
talcum powder.

Most likely residue
from a surgical glove.

Wait, so that laceration
on her abdomen...

Yeah, someone had their hand
inside Brenda Porter's chest
after she died.

Touched her heart.

There's got to be
some mistake.

There's no mistake,
Father Lynch.

This man's a model prisoner.
I've never met
a more devout Christian.

I ran all
the inmate files.

This guy raped and cut up
a female college student,

put his hand
inside her chest.

That was
over 20 years ago.

He's not the same man anymore.

He and I
built this chapel
with our own hands.

Has he confessed
to killing Porter?

Not yet.

Father Lynch
is getting him
a lawyer,

but it's pretty close
to his M.O.

What did he do?

In 1979,
Earl Lewis raped
a 19-year-old girl.

Then using a hand axe,
he dismembered her,

crushed her heart
with his bare hands.

DNA test come back yet?

Waiting for the call.

Morning.

I just spoke to
the Deputy Commissioner

of the Department
of Corrections.

She called to thank me
for our generous help

with that DNA dragnet
up at Devlin yesterday.

Yeah, actually,
about that, Garret...

Naturally, I being
the crack administrator
that I am,

pretended to know
what the hell
she was talking about,

because I... I can't
for the life of me

remember authorizing
the use of 200
of our DNA kits.

You never asked him?

Uh, they said
you were in autopsy,

and I know
you hate interruptions
when you're working,

so I just had the kits
sent over to the prison.

Uh-huh. Well, in the process,
you trashed my supply budget
for the next month.

Look, it worked,
though, Garret.
We caught the guy.

I mean, isn't that
what matters?

What matters,
Dr. Cavanaugh,

is you show some respect
for protocol.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Cavanaugh.

But there's
gotta be a mistake.

Uh, did you run it twice?

No... Okay.

Fine, thanks.

What?

That was the state lab.
Earl Lewis's DNA
doesn't match.

He's not our guy.

So where does that leave us?

(SIGHS) Back at square one.

I'm just asking
for a couple more days
of testing.

No way. We had seven
violent incidents last night

after you guys left,
and you came up
with nothing.

So we'll step up
the testing,

double our crew,
get it over with real fast.

Look, all due respect,
you have no idea
the way this place works.

There is a very thin line
between control and chaos.

It's my job to see
we don't cross it.

So what?
We just give up?

No, we let
the State Police
do their job.

Help you, Doc?

I'm just here
to pick up a few
leftover medical supplies.

Go ahead.

JORDAN: Hey.

God, what happened to you?

A small disagreement
with a nightstick.

Look, I felt like you
wanted to tell me
something yesterday.

A guy can get killed
real fast around here

if word gets out
that he likes to talk.

Yeah, well,
judging by the size
of that black eye,

looks like
you already got
a pretty big problem.

Maybe we could
help each other.

You see
my buddy Cosgrove
back there?

Yeah, he and Porter
used to get together
between shifts.

You mean
they had sex
in the prison?

They used to meet
in the chapel
after hours.

I can't figure out
what she ever saw in him.

I mean,
the guy's a total whack job.

Now, you're not just
telling me this to get him
off your back, are you?

That's exactly
why I'm telling you.

Cosgrove's been beating
on me for two years.

It's about time
he gets what's coming to him.

(BELL RINGING)

I understand you two
were married
for more than 50 years.

I met John
when I was 31.

That made you
an old maid in 1954.

He'd already
been married
and divorced.

Everyone said
it wouldn't last.

Well, I guess
you proved them wrong.

Lot of good it did me.
They're all dead.

But we had a great
long life together.

Traveled all the continents,

saw the most
extraordinary things.

Do you have children?
No.

Talked about it,

but I suppose
we just loved
our freedom too much.

I brought
John's wedding band.

His hands swelled
so badly near the end,
we had to take it off.

Mrs. Flynn.

But I promised
he'd be buried with it.

I know about the morphine.

Believe me,
I wish I didn't.

I'm sure your husband
suffered a great deal.

Years before John got sick,

we agreed
that when the time came,

we'd die
the same way we lived.

On our own terms.

And I respect that.

But I have a legal obligation

to accurately report
cause of death.

He was trapped, Dr. Macy.

A prisoner in his own body.

There's gonna be
an investigation.

I understand.

I'm not sure you do.

This isn't just about
insurance money.

Euthanasia's a crime
in the state of Massachusetts.

The police may be notified.

It's fine, Dr. Macy.

You do what you have to do.

Look, this is crazy.

You don't
have to test me.

I admit I met Brenda
in the chapel that night.

We had sex.

But I swear to God
I didn't kill her.

You told my investigator
you never saw her
on the day she died.

Hey, I got a wife
and two kids.

Yeah. Yeah, all right.

You save that
for your lawyer.
Take him downstairs, please.

Listen,
I want to thank you
for your help on this.

Look, something
just doesn't feel right.

Listen.

Porter told her roommate
she really fell hard
for this creep,

and Cosgrove was worried
about Porter telling his wife
what was going on.

Right there's your motive.

Plus, plus,

this guy's got
two written warnings
in his file,

both for excessive force.

Okay, I can buy him
killing her,

maybe even chopping her up,

but why did he stick his hand
inside her chest
and grab her heart?

Officers have access
to inmate's files.

He knew Earl Lewis's M.O.

That's why he's trying
to pin the murder on him.

Yeah, but does this guy
strike you as
a criminal mastermind?

(SIGHS)

You know, like I said,
thank you.

I... I appreciate
what you did.

Take yes for an answer.

We're done here.

Try massaging your jaw.

You're a clincher.

I've noticed.

Right, thanks.

The coffee shop
in my neighborhood

is having a poetry slam
tomorrow night.

It's like an open mike night.
People come
and read their stuff.

It's totally casual.

Well, I really haven't been
writing much lately. I'd...

But I appreciate
the invitation.

It's no biggie. But...

If you change your mind...

Good night, Dr. Macy.
Good night.

Okay, just admit
there's something going on
with you and Lily

and I'll let it go.

Still pissed about
the DNA kits?

No, no.

(CLEARING THROAT)

You got lucky.
You are buried deep

in the rubble
of the earthquake
of my day.

Had to defer the case
on an end-stage
Pancreatic Ca.

The widow
as much as admitted
she OD'd him.

So how was prison life today?

(SCOFFS) Frustrating.

State Police
have an officer
in custody.

Let me guess.
You think they're wrong.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Just...

Look, Garret.
If this lady
killed her husband,

you had no choice.

You did the right thing.

Don't feel that way.

You know,
the truth is
I envy her courage

letting her husband
go like that.

My mom was
in pretty bad shape
the last six weeks.

The doctors wanted me
to sign a DNR,
but I just...

I couldn't do it.
They brought her back
three times from flatline

before she finally died.

Sounds like
she really wanted to live.

Any fight she had left
was pure autopilot.

See, it wasn't her,
it was me.

I couldn't let her go.

Garret, you've got to
cut yourself some slack.

It was your mom.

Exactly.

And she needed me
to be strong.

It was my turn
to be the grownup.

Forget what I needed
and be there for her,
and I just...

I dropped the ball.

Hey, Dad.

It's almost midnight.
What are you doing up?

Oh, I couldn't sleep.
Came down to get
something to eat

and spotted
your prison guard case.

Uh, look, about going
to the cemetery,

I didn't mean
to make you feel bad.

Sure, you did.

Well, yeah,
but I don't have the right
to tell you what to do.

You just took me by surprise.

And I feel like hell about it.

No, it's okay.
Really, I understand.

In fact,
I've been thinking
maybe you're right.

Maybe it's time
we started
a new tradition.

Yeah?

I won't go out
to Mom's grave.

We'll both
take the year off,

and then, next year
we'll go out
for her birthday.

What?

I was just trying
to remember the last time

you told me I was right
about something.

Yeah, well,
don't get too used to it.

Look, this guy Cosgrove

was sleeping with the victim

who threatened
to tell his wife
about the affair.

Pretty strong motive.

I don't know.
Could be him.

Uh, Dad,
it's getting really late.

So let's find out.
Who do you want to be,
victim or killer?

I will figure it out.

You really don't need
to be dealing
with this stuff anymore.

Hey,

I thought you said
you were through
telling me what to do.

Cosgrove and Porter
used to meet in the chapel.

I'll be Cosgrove.

I'll be the victim.

Okay, it's just before 8:00.

I leave my post early.
Make sure no one sees me.

I enter the chapel.

MAX: I've been
waiting for you.

After we're done,
you start to leave.

But we argue.

This wasn't enough for me.
I want more.
I want you to leave your wife.

MAX: I tell you this is crazy.
It's just a casual thing.

Maybe for you.
If you won't tell her,
I will.

You won't get the chance.

(GASPS)

JORDAN: I struggle
but you're too strong.

I have to get rid of the body.

I take out my knife.

JORDAN: But we scoured
the chapel.
There was no blood.

MAX: So I had
to take you
somewhere else.

Your shift starts soon.
There's no time.

Cosgrove worked
tower duty in D block
till 6:00 a.m.

So,

he hid her body
somewhere and waited
till after his shift.

But the sanitation
department log

says that they picked up
at Devlin at 5:40 a.m.,

before he finished his shift.

There had to be
someone else
in the chapel.

JORDAN:
I'm getting ready to go,
but someone's there.

Someone's watching me.

(GASPS)
I can't breathe.

I know I'm gonna die.

EVELYN: What's going on
down here?

Are you all right, Jordan?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Uh, I'm sorry
if we woke you, hon.

Jordan and I were
discussing her case.

I see.

I was just coming
back upstairs.

Night, Jordan.
Good night, Dad.

It's...

It's just this thing
we've always done.

I thought we had
an understanding.

I appreciate
your hearing me
out on this.

Believe me,
any way this wasn't
one of my officers

killing another,
I'm all ears.

So the chapel's locked
every night at 7:00,

and Cosgrove and Porter
met there at 8:00.

Anyone besides officers
have the key?

Watch commanders,
my two deputy
superintendents,

Father Lynch,
but he's usually
long gone by then

or working
in his office.

Can I check it out?

Told you
it wasn't much.

It used to be
a medical supply room.

Father Lynch
build in here sometimes?

You've seen the chapel.

He's always making
something for that place.

Would you mind?
No, go right ahead.

What's that smell,
turpentine?

No, bleach.

Could you please
call Inspector Penza.

Tell him we just found
the rest of Brenda Porter.

Morning, Danny.
Busy night?

The mortuary's coming
for the Flynns tomorrow.

I need you to
sign the release forms.

Here you go.

She seemed like
a really cool lady.

Yes, she did.

I heard she OD'd
on the same drug
she used on her husband.

That's right.

Wow.

That is so beautiful.

"Beautiful"?

To love someone so much

for so long

that at the end it's like
you're both living one life.

To know that
once that person is gone,

you can't help
but cease to exist.

What's more beautiful
than that?

Could you please
get these
over to forensics?

Hear you've been busy.

Keeps me
off the street.

Yeah, lucky for me.

You know,
my guys went
through here,

came up empty.

Well, don't be
too hard on them.

Look, Penza, we really need
to take a hard look
at Father Lynch.

We already did, Jordan.

Lynch performed
a wedding in Needham
the night Porter died.

He's on 600 hours
of bad time coded
home video.

Then someone else
had to have access
to this office.

Yeah.

Cosgrove had a key,
had motive.

He killed Porter.

But the timeline
doesn't work. He...

Yeah, you got somebody else,

talk to the D.A.

Okay, I couldn't get
a decent tool mark
off the torso,

but then I used this...

This segment
from the right leg
you found,

and...

Beauty. Check it out.
Looks like an inch
and a half blade.

Hi.
Big problem.

Horton's wife flew in
from Illinois
to ID the body.

Huh.

Well, you better use
your bedside manner.

The man was wearing
a spiked collar.

What if she starts
asking questions?

Just show her
a few discreet Polaroids.

Tell her you're sorry
about the unfortunate

mishap, and you're done.

Do you think
that'll work?

Probably not.

So, this blade
has some major striations.
Any idea what it is?

Let me see.

Oh, it's definitely not
your garden variety
prison shank.

Lines are too clean,

and it's graded.

I'm thinking chisel.

Pretty big one,
something a professional
carpenter might use.

Like something
they'd use in a woodshop.

Ted was the choir director
at our middle school.

The fall recital's next week
and now they'll be singing
at his funeral.

I'm terribly sorry
for your loss,
Mrs. Horton.

Can I call a taxi for you?

(STAMMERING)
I was wondering,

maybe you could answer
a couple questions for me

about Ted's death?

Of course.

Well, the police
would only say
that it was

an accident.

Well, yes.
That... That's right.

Your, um,

your husband
was in his hotel room,

and there was, uh,

an electrical problem.

Ted was electrocuted?

Um...

Primarily, yes.

I see.

Well, can you tell me,
does that

involve a terrible
amount of pain?

Thankfully, electrical death
is usually instantaneous.

Oh.

Well, was he at least
wearing his gladiator harness?

(CHUCKLES)

It was his favorite.

Well,

these are the closest
we've got to what
you're talking about.

This looks about right.

Perfect match.

Uh, do these ever
leave the shop?

Inmates can't remove tools
under any circumstances.

What if you're not
an inmate?

Well, we occasionally
lend tools
to prison personnel.

Matter of fact,

that chisel
was signed out
a few days ago.

JORDAN: Beautiful cabinet.

Build it yourself?
Father Lynch and me.

He'll be back
in just a minute.

Those his keys?

Father Lynch must have
a lot of faith in you,

and faith is
a pretty powerful thing,
isn't it, Earl?

Dr. Cavanaugh.

Can I help you with something?

No, Father.

Think I've got what I need.

You see, Earl,

I couldn't figure out
why you didn't rape
Brenda Porter

before you killed her.

Hold on a second.

Well, you strangled her,

then you took her
to Father Lynch's office,

cut her up with the chisel
that he signed out
of the woodshop.

But you didn't rape her,

and I just couldn't
figure out why.

But then it came to me.

You've seen the light.

You're a new man.

You saw them, didn't you?

Porter and Cosgrove
having sex,

right here
in front of God,

and you just couldn't
let that happen,
could you?

Not in your chapel.

It's not my chapel.

It belongs to God.

Isn't that right, Father?

This is a holy place.

Earl.

They were sinning, Father,

in God's house.

But I didn't kill her.

I saved her.

I held her heart
in my hand

and she was redeemed.

She's with God now.

(SLOW ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

"I watched the light
pass from your eyes

"and felt the years seep
through my fingers like rain.

"I held your hand
till it grew cold,

"and hold it still
with a child's
stubborn vengeance.

"Death frees the dead,
but not the living.

"You are gone,

"but always with me."