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DOORMAN: No, no,
get out of here,
you guys.

You got to go.
We're closed
for business.

(MEN CHATTERING)

Yo, yo, yo, beautiful.
What are you doing?

Going to work.
Oh, you work here?

'Cause the cop said
the club is closed.

Yeah. Somebody got
killed or something.

That so?

Yeah, so since you're not
dancing tonight, maybe you
want to come party with us.

(EXHALES)

Like I said,
I got to get
to work.

Well, Trixie, at least you
can tell us what kind of
toys you got in the bag.

Trust me, you guys
don't want to know.

Oh, we definitely
want to know.

Okay.

This is an F-tech
temp probe.

I stick it in
dead people's livers.

This end slides in right
under the ribcage like that.
Barely leaves a mark.

And this end here
tells you how warm
they are.

Every degree below 98.6
is one hour they've been
pushing up daisies.

(EXHALES)

Pretty hot, huh?
Nighty-night, boys.

Nice place.
Come here often?

Hey, what are you doing here,
Cavanaugh?

I didn't know
you swung this way.

A girl can look, can't she?
How you doing, Maltese?

Better than
those two people
in the back room.

When'd you get back?

Heard you were
in La La Land.

Yeah, it didn't take.
You get anything from
the witnesses?

Well, if they saw anything,
they're not talking.

This place is owned
and operated by
the Russian mob.

That there is
the big fish,
Ivan Kerzov.

The guy on the right
with the beard.

Come on, let's meet
the lovebirds.

Calling it
murder-suicide.

Sounds like a nice,
clean explanation.

Any reason it's like
a sauna in here?

Hey, Pete, you want
to turn down
the thermostat?

Hey, who found
the bodies?

One of the dancers.

Dead girl's name is
Angelica Grayson.

Guy shot her four times
before he did himself.

He must have loved her.

You shoot someone once,
you just want them dead.

Four times,
that's love.

You always were
a romantic, Cavanaugh.

Takes one
to know one, Omar.

He's been dead
for 10 to 12 hours.

Yeah, the rigor on the girl
puts her in the same
time frame.

They were last seen around
closing time last night
about 5:00 a.m.

(CAMERA CLICKING)

So who is he?
A jealous john?

Maybe. His name
is Robert Munson.

He's an insurance claims
adjuster from Kansas.

We're running him
through BCI.

Here you go.
Found this .38
in his hand.

Pulled a bullet
out of the wall
over there.

JORDAN: "Baba."

Sound Russian?

How would I know?

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

TYLER: It's me.
Open the door,
Jordan.

Hey, Jordan.

Tyler.

You're here
in Boston.

This is true.

Do you know
what time it is?

Yeah, sorry to stop by
so late. My flight
just got in from LA.

I'm on my way
to Patagonia.

Bad weather down there,
grounded till tomorrow.

You look great.

Thanks.
Yeah.

Wait, no. No thanks.
Do you know
what time it is?

Yeah, we just
went over that.

Anyway, I just wanted to
come by and give you back
your Swiss Army knife.

I lost the tweezers.
Sorry.

Oh, I know what
you're trying to do.

What am I trying
to do, Jordan?

You're trying
to make me feel guilty.

Why would you feel guilty?

Gonna invite me in?

Ooh, let me think
about that. No.

Look, just 'cause you've got
confrontation issues...

Oh, I have
confrontation issues.

Don't get all defensive
'cause I won't let you
off the hook.

Hook? I can let myself
off my own hook.

Is it too much to ask
to break up with me
in person?

I don't know what
you're smoking, Ty,

but don't lay
this Deepak Chopra
crap on me.

I just want some closure.

You just want
some closure?

Please.

Here you go.

Late night?

Visit from the Ghost
of Relationships Past.
Sleep was not forthcoming.

I'm not asking.
And I'm not telling.

What happened
in the morning meeting?

You and me are
on the suicide.

Dr. Macy said he'll take
the dead stripper.

Woman.

Right, sorry.

See you in Trace.
Okay.

(SIGHS)

Good morning, Garret.

You know, despite
my objection to you
sleeping in the morgue,

at least you were
on time for work.

Sorry. My alarm broke.

Really. Don't tell me,
your dog ate it, right?

Do you want me to
come back when you're
less grumpy?

Let me explain
something to you.

Every corpse we process
creates approximately
six pounds of paperwork,

with every I dotted,
every T crossed
by yours truly.

Last night,
I left here
at 3:00 a.m.,

and I spent
the better part
of the morning

trying to locate
next to kin for
Miss Grayson here,

so I could start
dotting and crossing...

Garret.
What?

I will take care of her.

The notification,
let me do it.

Thanks.

You're welcome.

(SIGHING)
So, what've
we got here?

Well, we got track marks
between the toes.

I'm running toxicology,
but it's a safe bet
she was a user.

Well, these look healed,
over a month old at least.

What, she tried to kick?

That would explain it.

Explain what?

Enlarged uterus.

She was pregnant?

Yeah, six weeks.

Dr. Macy,
your daughter's here.

I told her that
she could wait
in your office.

Thanks, Emmy.
I'll be right there.

Your magazines suck.

(DOOR CLOSES)
Well, this isn't
a dentist office, Abby.

To what do I owe
this pleasant surprise?

I thought I wasn't
picking you up
till tonight.

Yeah, well, Mom and Walter
left for Sardinia early.

How nice for them.
Why aren't you in school?

I got suspended.

Excuse me?

God, like, just freak out
before I get to explain,
why don't you?

All right, you're right.
I'm sorry.

Please explain.

It was totally stupid.

My bio teacher caught me
and this guy messing around
in the supply closet.

(STUTTERING)

Messing around?
What does that mean,
messing around?

You know,
messing around?

You're not gonna
make me say it,
are you?

Are you talking
about sex?

Yes, Dad, I'm talking
about sex. Can I finish?

I mean...
So me and this kid got ratted
out to the principal

and she suspends me
for four days.

It's really, really
not a big deal.
It's just that

now the school's probably
gonna call you, so I figured
I'd give you a heads up.

Oh, well,
thank you, Abby.

Thank you so much
for keeping me
in the loop.

I really appreciate it.

No, thank you so much
for being so
nonjudgmental.

(DOOR OPENING)

(DOOR CLOSING)

Robert Munson,
Caucasian male,
age 52 years.

Rigor mortis
no longer present.

Subject has been deceased
roughly 24 hours.

Pretty ripe
for just a day dead.

Trauma to the head
is consistent with
self-inflicted gunshot.

Powder burns and tattooing
indicate the barrel was
pressed to his temple.

Exit wound looks clean.

You said they recovered
the bullet from the scene?

Yep. Nigel's running it right
now against the bullets
we pulled from the girl.

Make sure it's
from the same gun.

Make sure, huh?
This one feel
funny to you?

Just want to find out
why he killed her.

Thin line running
across the chest.

Small cuts under the armpits,
probably postmortem.

Looks like they might
have tied the body down
too tight in transport.

You got something?

Take a look at this.

You see these white spots
around the head wound?

What do they
look like to you?

Maggots.

Larvae, actually.

Yum.

Pass me those forceps
and that scalpel.

Hey, Bug, you're not
gonna do something
gross, are you?

Yes.
Awesome.

Here you are.

When did you find
this body?

Last night.

Liver and rigor put
his TOD eight to 10 hours
before that.

And the girl?

Same, eight to 10 hours.
Cops think he killed himself
after he shot her.

That's odd.
There aren't any eggs
on her body.

Well, that's exactly
why I called you.
What's up?

The larva is
Hermetia illucens,
black soldier fly.

The fact that eggs
are already hatching
on Mr. Munson is...

Well, it's impossible.

But I've seen eggs
on corpses that have
only been dead a few hours.

Are you an expert
on black soldier fly
larvae?

Not that I recall.

Of course not, because
if you were, you would know
that the Hermetia illucens

isn't normally attracted
to a body until five days
after death.

The corpse has to be
at a fairly advanced stage
of decomposition

for it to be
palatable.

They're finicky.

But you said
the girl's corpse
is clean.

So if both bodies were found
in the same room and have
the same time of death...

They're decomposing
at different rates.

He's rotting four times
faster than she is.

Fascinating.

(BANGING)

Is this
the Hotel Sardinia?

(SCREAMING)
Jordan, knock it off.
What are you doing?

Yeah, I'm trying to reach
SignoraMaxine Warner.

Stop it.

Well, is there anyone there
who can parla Inglese?

Would you put
some money in?

Look, this piece of crap
has already stolen enough
money from me.

Do you need some help?

Well, my ex-wife's
on vacation in Italy,

and I'm trying to find someone
who speaks English.

Just...
What are you doing?

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

Maxine Warner?

Warner.

She wasn't there.
I left a message.

Where did you...
Language immersion.

One semester abroad.

His name was Paolo.

(WITH ITALIAN ACCENT)
Paolo.

Oh, so wait. Why are you
trying to track her down
on her vacation?

Well...

Abby is

sexually active.

Ah, okay. Well,
she's 17, right?
Yeah.

Yeah, but that's
a healthy age.

What are you
talking about?

My little girl's messing
around with boys in
supply closets.

The school's about
to call me. And I'm expected
to deal with this nightmare?

So you're gonna pass
the buck to your ex?

I'm not passing
the buck. I'm just...

I'm trying to enlist
the help of someone

who's a lot more
qualified to deal
with the situation.

Abby came to you
because she trusts you.

Be a dad
and take care
of it yourself.

And be cool.
Just listen to her, okay?

Okay. Okay.

Okay.

(WHOOPING)

Yes.

(EXHALES)

It'll be fine.

Gimme, gimme, gimme.

Do I even have to ask
why you need to fire
Munson's gun?

If you must know, it's
because I missed you,
Maltese.

Fine. We're checking
the gun against the
bullets in Angelica,

and the head shot
from the wall.

You are aware that we have
criminalists who are actually
paid to solve crimes?

Mmm-hmm.

Okay, I'll bite.
But what's not
adding up for you?

Dead guy, gun in his hand,
half his head blown off.

Munson's body is
decomposing radically
faster than Angelica's.

It's a fascinating
medical curiosity,
so I'm curious.

You're curious?

Yeah, curious.

Children, stop
bickering and look.

All right, on the left
is the head shot.

On the right is the bullet
I fired into the chamber.

They match.

Yeah.

Same with the bullets
in the girl's body.

They were all fired
from the same gun.

You satisfied now?

Just because the bullets match
doesn't mean you're right.

If it walks like a duck,
talks like a duck...

Jordan, this is
Agent Larrabee
with the FBI.

Dr. Cavanaugh was the M.E.
assigned to the case.

Detective Maltese.

What are they doing
with my body?

They're taking
Mr. Munson with them.

Taking him where?

I'm afraid
I can't tell you that.

Garret, what is she
talking about?

We're gonna need
any tissue samples,
trace evidence analysis

and any fingerprints
you might have taken.

Oh, if there's an autopsy
report, that'd be really
helpful, too.

But she can't do that.

She can and she did.

I'm sorry.

Thank you for your
cooperation, Doctor.

Oh, and I'm really sorry
about any inconvenience.

I'm sorry, what was that
you were saying
about a duck?

(SIGHS)

I don't care if they're
the FBI. They can't just
waltz in here,

take my body,
my autopsy reports,
all my tissue samples.

Robert Munson was wanted
for tax evasion,

over a million dollars
bilked from phony insurance
claims and never reported.

They told you that?
That's what they
told me, that's right.

Yeah, well, they lied.
They're Feds, that's
what they do.

So what if they did?
Come on, it's their case.
Who cares, Jordan?

I do.
This guy is not worth your
dogged crusade for truth.

Okay, you're right.
He's not the one
that I care about.

The girl, Angelica.

Without Munson,
I may never find out
why she died.

No luck on
the notification?

Her dentals tracked back
to Branson, Missouri.

Both parents are dead.
Only next of kin is a brother,

who may or may not be
on a fishing boat in Alaska.

Well, you'll find him.
You always do.

Yeah, maybe. But what am I
gonna tell him happened
to his sister?

This whole thing
is gonna get swept
under the FBI's rug,

and it's pretty obvious
they could care less
about her.

You know,

the FBI never
actually ordered us off
Angelica Grayson's case.

Garret Macy.

Are you actually telling
me to keep crusading?

As if you would ever do
what I told you to.

Goodbye.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Hey, get your nose
out of my yellowtail.

You sure about this?

The whole
takeout sushi thing seems
a little sketchy to me.

Freshly cut
and out the door
in 10 minutes.

Our taco days
are over.

Hey, if you're not
doing anything for lunch,
I'm going to a strip club.

(SOUL MUSIC PLAYING ON STEREO)

You could have said
"spatter analysis"
instead of "strip club."

(MEN HOOTING)

Something makes me think
that spatter analysis wouldn't
have gotten you here.

Stop fidgeting.

This is wrong.
How tall was Munson?

5'10".

The spatter from the exit
wound is too low. I don't
think he was standing.

On your knees, Sanders.

(LAUGHING)

Too easy.

(LAUGHING)

That's it.

Hey, Bug, hand me
that marker.

Want to share
with the class?

Munson put the gun
to his temple, fired.

Bullet came out
the other side,

creating the spatter
on the opposite wall.

Spatter on this wall
is from the blowback,
blood from the entry wound.

But for some reason,
there should be blood here,

here and here.

But there isn't.

Someone was standing here.

Bang.

Forgot something inside.
We, uh...

We'll catch up
with you later.

You boys want
some singles?

Agent Larrabee,
right?

Please, it's Jenny.
You want a donut?

Nice van. Yours?

What are you doing
around here,
Dr. Cavanaugh?

Please, it's Jordan.

So, what's up with
the stakeout, Jenny?

Stakeout?

Can't a girl just
sit in her van
and eat some donuts?

Okay, play the secret agent
stuff all you want,

but I could help you
if you'd just tell me
what the hell's going on.

Well, I could tell you,
but then I'd have
to kill you.

Have a good one, Jordan.

That's right. Yeah,
I'm trying to get in touch
with Robert Grayson.

Uh-huh, and your fishing boats
have no phones on them?

No, no, I've already
left three messages and
this is really important.

No, thank you.
Yeah, you've been
extremely helpful.

(SIGHS)

(DOOR OPENING)

How did you get in here?

Told the lady up front
I was here to identify
the body of my girlfriend.

You're her, all right.

I thought your plane left.

I'm not your girlfriend.

Yeah, you never did like
the whole label thing.

(SIGHS)

I don't want to fight.

That's a new one.

Listen, I told you from
the get-go this was not
gonna be a serious thing.

So that's why you took off.
It got too serious.

I did not take off. I...

I relocated.
Had nothing
to do with us.

So it was nothing
I did wrong?

What? No.
'Cause I thought
the sex was fantastic.

It was fantastic.

We just agreed
on something.

You can stop
yelling now.

Don't tell me
what to do.

I never told you
what to do.

My flight got
bumped back
till tomorrow.

If you wanna talk
before then, I've got
my cell with me.

Okay.

Bye, Jo.

Bye.

Hey.

Hey.
Hi.

Was that your boyfriend?

No. He's just a...
You know, some guy.

We heard you yelling.
Great sex, eh?

He has
a hearing problem.

Was there something
you guys wanted?

Yeah. You might
want to take
a look at this.

A bullet?
Mmm-hmm.

Yeah, the feebies
took everything,

but Munson's x-rays
were out at the lab.

So, what are you gonna do?

Now, I can't be certain,
but I would guess that
is a .38 caliber.

I thought they
recovered the bullet
at the crime scene.

They did.

He was already dead.

(DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)

Drink?

Beer.

Two drink minimum.

Two beers.

Is the cop here?

No.

Because if I get seen
talking to a cop,

Ivan will beat
the living crap
out of me.

Come on.

They're watching us.

Now they're
following us.

What are you doing?

They'll leave us alone
if they think you're
a client.

Client? Oh, sure.

That dead guy
in the dressing room
with Angie...

Uh-huh?

I know him.

He used to be in here
every night.

I thought Munson
was from Kansas.

(SCOFFS)
News to me.

So he and Angelica?

No. This was a year ago.

Angie wasn't even
working here yet.

Deadbeat talked a big game,
but he couldn't back it up.

He promised me a trip
to Hawaii if I gave him
a freebie.

Grab my ass.

What?

Grab my ass.
He's watching us.

(GASPS)

(MOANING)

Sorry.

Next time I saw him,
he was dead with his
head blown off.

Okay, thanks
for the tip.

That guy,
his name wasn't Munson.

It was Sergei.
He was one of them.

One of who?

One of them.

Tax cheat, my ass.
Hi, Jordan.

You want to tell me
what's going on?

Not really.

Look, I know about Sergei,
but I don't know what
he has to do with you.

He was in
witness protection.

So how did he know
the girl, Angelica?

I have no idea.

Look, I'm not even supposed
to be on this anymore.

I'm just trying to cover
my ass here.

When Sergei committed suicide,
he killed my...

He killed our case.

Well, that's just it.
He didn't commit suicide.

And how do you
know that?

Well, I'd tell you,
but then I'd have
to kill you.

JORDAN: Okay,
I bought you your latte.

Now, who is the artist
formerly known as
Robert Munson?

Sergei Relovich,
bottom feeder in the
overall organization,

but still in the know.

Our friend Ivan
from the Play Pen?

Mr. Big Shot?

He pretty much runs
the Boston operation.

Sergei was his right hand,
but stupid, vulnerable.

So a couple of years back,
we pinch him in a sting.
Underage girl.

Working for the FBI,
no doubt.

You do what
you gotta do.

So we cut a deal.
Testify against
Ivan and walk.

Set him up in Kansas,
white picket fence,
cushy job.

Case was a slam dunk.

Ivan was formally indicted

and we were ready to put him
and the entire organization
to bed.

But Sergei flew
the coop.

About a year
and a half ago.

And let me guess.
It happened
on your watch.

I brought him to Boston
for a deposition.
He slipped me.

He walked right out
of the hotel.

It was a simple job,
just watch him,
and I blew it.

Oops.

Best we could figure
is he got fake papers
and left the country.

So where's he been
for the last 18 months?

That's the mystery.

This guy...
This guy was an idiot, Jordan.

But somehow,
he just dropped
off the planet.

Agent Larrabee,
this is Dr. Sanders.

He was nice enough
to help us out.

Pleasure.
All mine.

Your pal Maltese gave me
keys to Angelica's place.

I told him I needed
personal effects to
find next of kin.

I didn't mention
the murderer part.

This is everything
I could fit in my ride.

Oh, yeah.
This looks like a clue.

So what does this have
to do with Sergei?

Sergei was already dead
when Angelica was shot,

so he's just a prop to sell
the murder-suicide.

Killing wasn't about him,
it was about her.

So the girl was
the target?

Exactly.

Any evidence of a boyfriend
in the apartment?

(CHUCKLES) Try luxury condo.
She was loaded.

Not bad for a stripper.

Someone was
taking care of her.

Who's the girl
in all the photos?

No idea.
Maybe her sister.

She didn't have a sister.
Just a brother I can't find.
Thank you.

This is Angelica.
She still has
the same eyes.

This is what she used
to look like before
she transformed herself.

Had her nose done,
teeth fixed,

obvious breast enhancement.

Cost a lot of money
for that kind of work.

Maybe her sugar daddy
paid for it.

Well, that's
an interesting theory.

How are you gonna
prove that?

We ask Angelica.

You want to tell me
how cutting this
girl open

is gonna tell us
who paid for her
plastic surgery?

I stopped
asking questions
a while ago.

She doesn't like
being challenged.

Oh.

What about you,
Dr. Sanders?

You like being
challenged?

Depends on
the challenge.

Get a room.

Hey, guys.
Take a look.

What have you
got there, Doctor?

It's a breast implant.

An implant with
a serial number.

Every number leads
to a distributor,

and every distributor
can track their implants
to a surgeon.

Now, if our sugar daddy
paid for this, we just
got his name.

(HONKING)

Hey, sorry I'm late.
Traffic really sucked.

You look beat.
Yeah, well, I am beat.

You want to stop
for pizza?

Abby, we've got to talk.

They called, huh?
Yeah, they called.

Well, I'm sure you have
the big after school special
speech on teen sex,

so, why don't you just
let 'er rip?

Can't we just have
a normal conversation
without the attitude?

Sure, Dad.

What do you want
to talk about first,
condoms or positions?

Abby!
What?

I just want to talk.

Yeah, as if you're really
interested in my life,
like you even know me.

Listen, I understand that
the last few years have been
tough on all of us,

but I am really making
an effort here.

(SIGHING)

You should know that
I've come to certain
realizations

about my life
lately and...

Oh, God, don't tell me
you have cancer
or something.

No.

No, I don't have cancer.

I'm just... I'm trying
really hard to connect
with you.

Oh, great.
Well, you know what?

Why don't you
make a connection
with yourself, Dad?

Because for me,
it's too little,
too late.

(CAR DOOR SLAMS)

Our sugar daddy
is a low-ranking goon
in Ivan's organization,

name of Viktor Belkoff.

Sounds like a nice
Irish lad.

So, we still thinking
murder-suicide, Detective?

(SIGHING) Yeah, yeah.
Rub it in all you want.

LARRABEE ON SPEAKER:
Tell me about
Sergei Relovich.

I don't know any Sergei.

Can I go now?

Sure. Just one
more thing.
Angelica.

You spent a lot
of money on her, huh?

I told you.
I was with friends
last night.

You bought her a car,
a condo.

It's not against the law,
even in this country.

Well, you must
have loved her.

So, what if I did?

I admire a man
like you, Viktor.

Sure, you do.

Dating a stripper.

You must be
a really secure guy.

All those other men

staring at her,
touching her.

You must have
a lot of self-control.

Hey, it was just a job.

Well, you just
hear things, you know?

With some girls,
for the right price,
they'll go pretty far.

She didn't do that.

Never.

Never!

But if you had found out
she did, what would you
have done?

I'm not answering
any more questions.

I want my lawyer now.

You don't need a lawyer,
Viktor. We're just
chatting here.

You can go.

Did you know
she was pregnant?

(DOOR SLAMS)

He killed her.

Yeah, well,
good luck proving it.

He'll alibi out
on the girl

and there's no way
of connecting him
to Sergei.

There's always a way.

So you want to link
this Viktor guy
to both murders.

That's tough.

I know.

This was about rage,
control, and he couldn't
control her.

Well, that explains him
killing her,

but Sergei... See,
something doesn't fit.

If he was already dead,
how'd he get to the club?

I don't know.

All right.

Let's start
at the beginning.

I'll be Viktor.

I'm Angelica.

JORDAN:
I'm working the room.
Where are you?

MAX: Watching.

You like to watch me.

And I hate it, too.

This is the only place
where I have the power.

The way I look,
the way I move.

It's all about
making them mine.

But it's an illusion.
It's just a job.

Yeah, but it
pisses me off.

So what are you
gonna do about it?

Wait.

Until we close.

MAX: I want you to stop
working here.

You don't need to.
I'll take care of you.

I don't want
to be taken care of.
Stop controlling me!

Everything you have,
I gave you. I own you.

You belong to me,
you understand that?

But I don't love you!

MAX: You shouldn't
have said that.

I made a mistake.

If Ivan finds out
I did this in his club,
I'm a dead man.

You have to cover it up.
You have to find a patsy.

I have a patsy.
Sergei.

Where did
you get him?

Maybe I killed him
earlier,

stashed him someplace,
dragged him in.

Made it look like
he killed her.

But Sergei had the
same time of death
as the girl.

And he's decomposing
faster. Why?

I don't know.

What causes a body
to decompose?

Time, exposure
to the elements, heat.

You said it was hot
at the crime scene.

Yeah, it was like
a sauna in there.

I had to ask one of the cops
to turn the thermostat down.

Who do you think
turned it up?

Viktor.
Viktor turned it up.

Why?

He had to thaw
something out?

Sergei was on ice.

He died the night
he disappeared.

He was dead
for a year
and a half.

Sergei's been on ice
for 18 months.

Now, my guess is
our boy Viktor
caught up with him,

put a bullet in his head,
stuck him in a freezer
somewhere.

No body, no crime.

That's quite a leap.
I know it's a long-shot,

but if we can find
the freezer where
they put him,

maybe we can trace
it back to Viktor.

Uh-huh. And where
would we even start?

With Sergei. I just need
to take another look
at his body.

Not gonna happen.
Why not?

They're flying the body
down to Quantico
in two hours.

Then we got two hours.

JORDAN: You know
those guys?

LARRABEE: No. They must be
from Washington.

Look, I told you I got
booted off this case.

I can't go around
flashing my badge.

Badges?

We don't need no
stinking badges.

Hey, boys. Looking
for the body of one
Robert Munson.

We in the right place?
I'm afraid not.
And you are?

Medical Examiner's office.

Are you sure
Robert Munson
isn't in there?

Because I've got this fax here
from the CDC saying I need
to do an exam.

Center for Disease Control?

Yeah, you think I'm wearing
this suit 'cause it makes me
look cool?

Take a good look
at that body in there, boys.

Does the word "contagion"
mean anything to you?

Ma'am, this is
a classified area.

Fine. Play
the classified card.

Don't come crying to us when
your arm falls off because of
some flesh-devouring disease.

Go ahead.
We'll be inside
if you need us.

It sure looks like
a flesh-eating disease.

Dorian Gray effect.

Frozen body appears
freshly dead when
it's first thawed,

but as time passes,
it exponentially
catches up with nature.

Sergei's gonna be mush
in about two days.

What are you
looking for?

Well, if he was hanging up
in a freezer for 18 months,

we should find trace elements
of whatever was in there
with him.

What've you
got there, dirt?

Definitely coffee.
What's it from?

Dead body.

Duh.

Can you trace it?
"Can I trace it?"
she asks.

Pass me that binder, love.

"Big Bad Compendium
of Exotic Substances."

On shelves this fall
at your local bookstore.

See, what we have here
really is residue
from a coffee bean.

Now, coffee beans
are unique in region
and blend.

No two the same.

Kind of like
snowflakes.

Highly caffeinated
snowflakes.

But I digress.
Colombian Sumatra.

Right, now where would
one find such a unique
taste experience?

"Beantown: Tracing Coffee
in Boston."

You gotta be kidding me.

Well, when one's
entire 401k is invested
in Starbucks,

one has to know
the business.

Here we go.
Colombian Sumatra.

Only three stores
in Boston carry it,
and, well...

Fancy that. They all use
the same distributor.

Panequator Industries.

Now, one would think
they have a local warehouse.

At least that's where
I would start.

AGENT: FBI! Freeze!

You can't just
bust in here!

Can you read, pal?
Huh?

What's this say?
"Warrant." I can bust
anywhere I want.

Listen, I'm telling you,
no one comes in here.

This room's for long term
storage. You're wasting
your time.

Larrabee, over here.

Dried blood. Sergei had cuts
under his armpits. He was
hanging on this.

No one comes
in here, huh?

Lady, you're gonna
get me killed. This is
none of my business.

You getting killed
is the least of
my worries.

Now, you tell me.
Who has access
to this freezer?

You've got
nothing on me.

LARRABEE ON SPEAKER:
Maybe you're right, Viktor.

I mean, just because I can
put Sergei in a freezer
that you own,

doesn't mean
you killed him, right?

Right.
But then I ask myself,

how come you're the only
person who had access
to that freezer?

So, we had to look
a little harder.

I love the smell
of dirty cash in
the morning.

Colombia's number
two export.

Seven hundred grand
in laundered money,

packed right into
their coffee beans.

I want to make a deal.

What kind of a deal
are we talking here?

You put me
in witness protection,
I give you names.

Don't take it personal, Doc.
She's just doing her job.

It's a fair trade-off.

A lot of bad people
are gonna get locked up
because of this.

And all it took was
an innocent girl
getting killed.

LARRABEE: Okay, Viktor.
Let's talk.

Sounds real fair to me.

(DOOR OPENING)

You're here late.

Yeah, guess I'm avoiding
going home these days.

Abby, huh?
Mmm.

You haven't had
that little talk
with her yet?

Well, I did and I forgot
to thank you for that,

'cause your be cool approach,
complete disaster.

WOMAN ON PA:
Paging Dr. Cavanaugh.

There's a Mr. Grayson here.
He's here about his sister.

I'll see you.

Yeah, that's her.

Angie.

I'm so sorry.

She looks so different.

I haven't seen her
in six years.

She kind of ran away
when my folks died.

Angelica's personal effects
are in storage.

I thought if I ever
found you, you might
want them.

Oh, and there's this.

It's for someone
named "Baba."

When she was little,
she couldn't say my name,
"Bobby,"

so she'd call me "Baba."

(SIGHS)

I collected these
when I was a kid.

And she used
to take them and
bury them in the yard.

Man!

God, I used to get
so mad at her.

Couple of years ago,
I started getting them
in the mail.

No return address,
but I knew they were from...

(SNIFFLING)

Thanks for finding me.

Thanks.
Thanks for helping Angie.

(DOOR OPENING)

Where were you?

Oh my God,
you're waiting
up for me?

Could you be more cliché
with the whole lamp
flicking on thing?

Come on,
we're going
for a ride.

Dad, it's 2:00
in the morning.

Abigail,
get in the car,
right now.

Abby, I want you to take
a look at this girl.

No, sweetie,
look at her.

This is totally messed up.
You got... You have
to look at her.

Her name's Angelica.
She's 22 years old.

She ran away from home
when she was 16.

First, she went to New York,
where she contracted
gonorrhea

working as a prostitute,

then hoping for a better life,

she came here and started
working at a strip club.

Her boyfriend managed
to get her pregnant
and hooked on heroin.

But of course,
that was before he put
four bullets in her chest.

Why are you doing
this to me?

For the last two days,
every time I look
at this girl,

every time I think about
how she ended up here
in this drawer,

I just wonder why
no one stopped her.

So I'll tell you why
I'm doing this.

I'm doing this because
I love you, Abby.

(DOORBELL BUZZING)

Hey.

Hey.

I was pretty surprised
when you called.

Yeah, well,
I'm just full
of surprises.

Duh!

Oh, God, I am so not good
at this crap.

That's your charm.

Okay, look,
when I left LA,

I know I probably should
have talked to you about it,

but I wasn't
running from you

or from commitment.

It's just that when
I'm in the same place
for too long...

(SIGHS)

I don't like feeling
dependent.

I don't want to be
taken care of.

I need to be in control,
and with you, I just felt...

Out of control.

Yeah. Maybe.

That wasn't so hard,
was it?

Don't push your luck,
surfer boy.

Now, why don't
you tell me why you

really called me
to come over here at
3:00 in the morning?

Why, whatever
do you mean?

Oh, I just get the feeling
you're gonna invite me in
this time.

Well, you know,
I always was a sucker
for a fella

flying out of my life
the next morning.

You are flying out
tomorrow morning,
right?

Don't worry.
I'll let you
be in control.