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Oh, morning, Garret.
Hey, Jordan.

What you got there?

It's Abby's 17th
birthday tomorrow.

I have no idea
what to get her.

What does she want?

Last time I got
a definitive answer
to that,

it was a Barbie Dream
House and a pony.

How about a tattoo?
That's not funny.

Okay, what do you
usually get her?

Well, her mom makes
a list, you know,
clothes, records.

Records?

Fine, CDs, whatever.

It's just that she's
been hanging out with
a bunch of losers

and her grades
are slipping.

She brought home
a "D" in chemistry
the other day.

What if I got her
a chemistry set?

You could also send her
to military academy.

Hey, my dad got me
a chemistry set when
I was her age.

Look how I turned out.

Yeah. Wow.

YAKURA: Excuse me,
Dr. Cavanaugh.

Oh, morning, Grace.
I was just on my way
to the morning meeting.

That won't be necessary.

There was a warehouse fire
in Southie last night.

One body recovered.
Have fun.

Excuse me, Grace?

It's Dr. Yakura
in the workplace.

Cool. Dr. Yakura.

Listen, not that
burn victims aren't
fascinating cases,

but come on, I got
two decomps last week,
and now this?

There are no bad cases,
only bad coroners.

You read that
on a coffee mug
somewhere?

What can I tell you?
Mondays are a bitch.

They sure are.

MAN: Can you grab that
two-inch, throw it up?

EDDY: Watch your step.

There's a lot of debris.

What are you doing here?

They think it's
a gas and match job.

If it turns out
to be arson,
we got a homicide.

Your guy's straight ahead.

Place looks abandoned.

Yeah, it was
a junkie hangout mostly.

The victim was the first
firefighter on the scene,
an off-duty guy, actually.

Saw the smoke, ran in,
saved a crackhead upstairs
and went back in.

Never came out.

Well, that must be
our hero over there.

Yup.

(CLANGING)

EDDY: Hey, you okay?

Where was that
when he needed it?

(EXCLAIMS IN DISGUST)

I hope for his sake
it was quick.

Smoke inhalation
usually takes you out
before you look like this.

Well, we got an ID,
or should I take
some dental molds?

No, we know who the guy was.

Fireman James Donnelly.

What engine company?

Uh, 34.

(STAMMERING) I got to go.
I got to get back.

Hey, ho, hey.

You okay? Let's get
some fresh air. Come on.

That better?
Yeah.

The air in there
is still pretty toxic.

I know him.

Him?

Jimmy Donnelly.

He was my best friend.

Jordan, you can't autopsy
your best friend.

It's unethical.

I caught the case.

Yeah, and you
can hand it off.

You should
hand this off.

Jimmy and I always
looked out for each other.

I'm not gonna
let him down now.

Mother of God.

The stuff that nightmares
are made of.

Well, there's something
you don't see every day.

I'll flip you
for it.

No way.
I saw him first.

But I have
seniority.

You could
arm wrestle.

(GASPS)
Oh, my God.

It's Uncle Ha Ha.

He's your uncle?

Well, at least that gets
the ID out of the way.

Channel 52,
Uncle Ha Ha's Happy Hour.

He was one of
my earliest influences.

Now, why doesn't
that surprise me?

How did he die?

That's what
I'm about to find out.

No way!
He's my case.

Now, why don't
you both share, hmm?

Surely there's enough
Uncle Ha Ha for everyone?

Fine.

Fine.

Before you cut him,
can I just have...

(HONKS)

(CLOWN MUSIC PLAYING)

You don't have to
do this, you know.

I do have to do this.

Why?

Jimmy wasn't just a friend.

Oh.

More than that.

Look, I'll be fine.

Case number 011598.

James Xavier Donnelly.

Adult Caucasian male.

Body shows 95%
full thickness,
third-degree burns.

An artifactual skull fracture
is consistent with internal
steam pressure.

His head exploded.
He was already
gone by then.

Jeez, Jimmy,
what the hell
were you thinking?

Firefighter?

It's like you had
to prove something.

You really didn't.
It was just stupid.

Oh... Damn it!

I'll get these.

He was never even
a macho guy, you know?

When he joined
the department,
I mean,

no one was more
shocked than me.

Dr. Cavanaugh?

What's going on here?

You assigned
this case to me.

And instead of letting
me know you have a serious
conflict of interest,

you just went ahead anyway.

I know he was
a friend of yours,

but that's all the more
reason you should want
this done right.

Take the rest of
the day off. You're done.

It's okay.

I called her
for your own good.

As a friend, I couldn't
just stand there...

Friend? You don't know
the meaning of the word.

Morning, Lily.

Hi, Dr. Macy.

Something wrong?

I'm just feeling
a little mortal,
you know?

Yeah, well, this place
will do that to you.

My clown died.

I'm sorry?

Uncle Ha Ha.

Oh, the guy with the TV show.
Yeah, I heard he was here.

When I was a kid
I would beg my mom to get
him for my birthday parties,

but we weren't rich
or anything, so...

So no Uncle Ha Ha.

Nope.

Let me ask you a question.

What did you want
for your birthday
when you were 17?

Boobs.

Why do you ask?

Well, it's just
my daughter's 17th
is tomorrow...

You have a
17-year-old daughter?

Yeah.

Oh, wow, you must be
the coolest dad.

Uh...

When you were her age,
do you think you would have
appreciated a chemistry set?

Sure, I could have
made my own drugs

instead of buying them
from my brother's friends.

I'm kidding.

So you're gonna get her
a chemistry set?

Not anymore.

Got any suggestions?

She likes music, right?

Well, yeah, if the stuff
she listens to
you can call music.

You know,
the only way you're
gonna figure this out

is if you open up your mind
and let your daughter in.

That's very Zen, Lily.

Eastern thought has been
very beneficial to me
in this time of mourning.

Over the clown?

So, music?

It's worth a shot.

Thanks for your advice.

Anytime, Dr. Macy.

(PEOPLE LAUGHING)

Jimmy, he was a brother
to everyone in the company.

He was a crappy cook.

I think we're all
still getting over
his Hungarian goulash.

But...

He was one hell of a fireman,

and he's in
a better place now.

And hopefully he'll save
a spot for the rest of us.

And, Pat,

you should be proud
of what your son's done.

He's a true hero.

He was a good kid, Pat.

Should we go talk to him?

I think he just needs
some time alone.

Yeah, don't we all?

I'm sorry, Jordan.

I know how you two felt
about each other.

Get away from me.

Who invited him?

No one invites
Blackie Conroy.

How come he's even
breathing free air?

Cops could never make
anything stick.

Head of the Irish mob
and they can't pin
anything on him?

I don't know.
Why don't you
ask a cop?

JORDAN: Speaking of cops...

Jordan.

Hello, Max.

Eddy. How's it going?

It's all right.

Jordan, can I talk
to you for a minute?

If you came here
to apologize, you picked
a really lousy time.

I just wanted
to tell you before you
heard it someplace else.

Yeah, what's that?

Yakura's autopsy
on Jimmy Donnelly.

She ran his hands
for accelerants.

There was gasoline
all over him.

I went back,
I did some digging.

There's evidence linking Jimmy
to three suspicious fires
in the last seven months.

I don't believe you.

He set the fires.

Look, there's
50 drunk firemen in here

who believe
Jimmy Donnelly's a hero.

Now, I'd watch
what I was saying
if I were you.

You're full of it, Eddy.

It's all right here
in your own report.

Top of the morning
to you, too, Jordan.

"No known source of
accelerants in all three
of the previous fires.

"The discreet execution
of the job points
to a professional."

Yeah, so?

So the fire that killed Jimmy
was a torch job,
gasoline and match.

Not very discreet.
Did he switch methods?

I don't know.
I wasn't there.

Well, what about
the guy he saved?

This Mitch Platt.

What, the crackhead?

He was a witness.

Who carries on
conversations with
the insects on his skin.

Jordan, I know
this is hard to accept.

Your friend was
an arsonist.

He set a fire,
he died in it.

Case closed.

How convenient for you.

No, Jordan.
Convenient for you

and all the rest of
the people who seem
to sleep better at night

thinking Jimmy Donnelly
is some kind of
a heroic martyr.

Trust me, the more
you dig into this thing,

the harder it's
gonna be to keep him
up on that pedestal.

I want the truth,
that's all.

Fine.

Be prepared
to live with it.

(CLANGING LOUDLY)

Hey, Mitch.

Who the hell are you?

Jordan Cavanaugh.
I'm from the Medical
Examiner's office.

Am I dead?

No, not yet.

Seems like you got
nine lives working for you.

(COUGHING)
Crack hasn't killed you.

You even survived
a burning building.

I'm Super Duper Man.

Of course,

you had a little help
with the fire.

The fireman.

Yeah, the guy
who saved your life.

I wanted to shake his hand,
but by the time
I got done coughing,

he was already headed
back in the building.

Why did he go back in?

I don't know.

Maybe he wanted
to talk to the guy
in the leather jacket,

guy with the bloody nose.

What did he look like?

Like he got his ass kicked.

And the fireman?

He went back in,
Bloody Nose came out.

Fire got real big.

Then the fire trucks came,
police, everything.

That fireman, he okay?

He died.

Oh, man. Now I feel bad.

I was just sitting there
on the curb.

I should have been
helping that guy out.

I think you just did.

Thanks.

Ooh, do I smell
a sweetie?

It's my daughter's birthday.
This is her favorite.

Rosie's Bakery,
Inman Square,
Chocolate Orgasm.

I'm not even gonna ask
how you just did that.

We should all be so lucky to
have a little Chocolate Orgasm
on our birthday, eh?

Well, until she's 18,
it's a fudge cake.

How old is she now?
Seventeen today.

Really?

You just keep your hands
off my cake.

Seventeen, eh?

God, I remember
my salad days like
they were yesterday.

Well, what did you want
for your 17th?

Leopard-skin trousers
and unlimited sexual favors.

And what'd you get?

Besides those?

From your parents, Nigel.

Oh.

Me dad drove me to
the Navy recruitment.

Sounds like not
a moment too soon.

Well, I have to admit,
whether he knew it or not,
he made a man out of me.

That's me dad.

Tough love.
That's the ticket.
I believe in that.

So I should force her
to join the Navy?

WOMAN ON PA:
Dr. Sanders, pick up...

(LILY CLEARS THROAT)

Worked for me.

Dr. Macy,
Dr. Sanders

and Dr. Vijayaraghaven-
satyanaryanamurthy
are at lunch, so I...

Who?

Bug.

Oh. Carry on.

Well, they're both at lunch,
and Uncle Ha Ha's wife
is here to ID the body.

Let me guess,
she's the Bearded Lady?

Dr. Macy!

Fire eater?

Well, should I
have her wait?

No, I'll talk to her.
You have the file?

Right here.

He wasn't very old.
What did he die of?

No one knows.

He's a mystery shrouded
in greasepaint,
clad in size-22 shoes.

Hmm.

She's in there.

That's Auntie Ha Ha?

Yeah.

I'm in the wrong
line of work.

Hey. I pulled the
James Donnelly autopsy
photos as requested.

Great, where are they?

Oh, yes!

But they're only
the tip of the iceberg.

What do you mean?

Yeah.
Well, 'cause of the
condition of the body,

there weren't any signs
of bruising, superficial
wounds, etcetera.

So what's the iceberg?

Follow me.

I noticed something
a little wonky about
our friend's head.

Donut?
Thanks.

Now, both you and Dr. Yakura
signed off on the skull injury
as interior steam pressure,

but look at this.

I blew this little detail
up to 20 times magnification.

Now, that is
the head wound there.

Look at these fractures.

Straight-edged,
not jagged.

He was hit.
Right.

And judging from
the severity of the wound
and the location,

I'd say that fire was
the least of his worries.

Now, could it have been
from falling debris?

Yeah, possibly.

No, there was nothing
near the body.
No beams, no large objects.

Well, he was hit
with something.

You sure there
was nothing there?

Thanks, Nigel.

The fire extinguisher
from the warehouse.

Jordan, I told you,
the case is closed.

The impact wound
on the left side
of Jimmy Donnelly's skull.

Looks like your
closed case just
opened back up.

He was murdered.

What is it
about clowns?

What isn't it?

They're only here to
make us happy, right?

You're buying
into the propaganda.

They're scary as hell.

The greasepaints,
the capering,

the barely contained rage
inherent in all their antics.

Well, speaking of greasepaint,
maybe that explains
this nasty rash here.

You think
it was anaphylaxis
that killed him?

Mmm, according to Lily,
he'd been wearing
this stuff for 20 years,

and his lungs look okay.

The brain's
a different story.

Looks like there's
some real degeneration
of the cortex here.

Alzheimer's?

No, a different pattern.

Check out his heart.

It's huge.

Give me a hand.

It's over a kilogram,
three times the normal size.

You see these lesions?

Tumors?
Could be.

We'll take a section
and send it to toxicology.

Let's find out
why the laughter died.

Not that way.

Yeah.

How'd you track me down?

Actually, I'm here
to see you, Pat.

It's about Jimmy.

What about him?

He was murdered.

What?

Someone hit him
over the head.

Now, do you have any idea
who would want him dead?

No.

Jim was a good kid.
Nobody'd want to do
anything to him.

The police seem to think
that he was setting fires.

Jimmy would never hurt
a living person.

Now, you gotta know
that, Jordan.

Is it true?

Why?

He's dead and buried.
Let him rest in peace.

Look, I want to let him rest
a hero as much as you do,

but someone killed him,
and we're never gonna
find out who that was

if we keep pretending
Jimmy was something
he wasn't.

Why was he
setting the fires?

Pat.

(SIGHING)

Doing it for me.

For you?

I always liked the ponies.
You know that.

God help me, I started
laying bets with Blackie.

Next thing you know,
I'm in deep.

How deep?

Eighty-five large.

Oh, for the love
of God, Pat.

Some of Blackie's guys,
they come over to the house,
they start making threats.

Jimmy went over there
to straighten things out.

No more threats.

What did he do?

He agreed to do a few
torch jobs for them
to pay off my debt.

I begged him to stop.

But if he was working
for Blackie and
paying off the debt,

why would they
want him dead?

Eddy, it's Jordan.

Jordan, can I talk
to you later, please?

No, this is too important.

Look, I think
Blackie Conroy killed Jimmy.

Jordan, I said not now.

He had him on the payroll
doing arson jobs.

Jimmy wanted out.
Jordan...

No, it all makes
perfect sense.

Jimmy was a liability,

so that piece of garbage
Conroy offed him
so he wouldn't talk.

(EDDY CLEARS THROAT)

Oh, my ears
are burning, Jordy.

I take it
you and Blackie
know each other.

Way to go, Jordan.

Like I was supposed to know
you and Blackie Conroy
were having a tea party.

I mean, what the hell was
he doing in there, anyway?

I was asking him,
as a cooperative
private citizen,

to assist me
in my investigation.

So you are looking
into Jimmy's murder?

Look, either you tell me
what the hell is
going on here,

or we're gonna have to
keep meeting like this.

Well, why don't you tell me
what is going on here?

What is it
with this Jimmy guy?

We were friends,
okay?
Friends?

Yeah.

Okay.

I'm just trying
to understand.

Look, we grew up on
the same block together.

He was a couple years
younger than me,

kind of a geeky kid,
a little sensitive.

He was always
getting beaten up,

so I just started
looking out for him.

We used to
have these races,

you know, all the kids
on the block, down to
the liquor store and back,

and I was always
pretty fast.

So I'd give him
a head start, try to
let him beat me.

Letting him be a man, huh?

Yeah.

Well, neither of us
had moms at home,

so maybe we just
needed each other.

We used to sit up
on the roof of his
apartment building,

talk for hours.

He had these pigeons and...

Just having someone
safe to talk to,

maybe he kind of gave me
a head start, too.

That's why I got
to find out what
happened to him.

Otherwise, I'm just
leaving him in the dust.

Come here for a second.

What?

Well, we found out
that Blackie Conroy

brought in an ex-con
out of Jersey
named Ray Hanrahan.

To off Jimmy?

Well, to take
over his gig.

The guy's got three
arsons on his record.

Yeah, but did
he kill him?

I don't know yet.
We're still trying
to find the guy.

We got him on
a security camera

at a diner near
the warehouse an
hour before the fire.

But after that,
the guy's gone.

Blackie paid him
to get scarce.

We got APBs
from Maine to Florida.

There's nothing more
to be done.

But I want you to promise me
you're gonna leave this alone.
Trust us to catch this guy.

I can't do that.
Why not?

It doesn't make sense.

Why would Jimmy run back
into that warehouse
to get killed?

And why would Hanrahan
wait around inside a burning
building to kill Jimmy?

When we catch the guy,
we'll ask him, okay?

Well, I'm sorry.
I can't wait around
for that.

So what did you find out?

About what?

Uncle Ha Ha.
How did he die?

We don't know yet.
Nothing seems to fit.

We've ruled out
a heart attack,
stroke, aneurysm.

His medical records
don't point to anything?

Well, that's just it,
there aren't any
to speak of.

The man hadn't had
a check-up in 35 years.

Well, who needs a check-up
when you have that much
love in your life?

Uh-huh.

Well, as far as we
can tell, he didn't
seem to smoke,

and there's no sign of
alcohol or drug abuse.

Of course not.
He was Uncle Ha Ha.

Well, actually,

he was Sydney Mendelbaum
and he was born
and raised in the Bronx.

(RAP MUSIC
PLAYING ON STEREO)

(CLEARING THROAT)

What are you doing?

Big pimpin'.
What does it look like?

I borrowed some
of your CDs. I hope
you don't mind.

I wanted to see what
you were listening
to these days.

Oh.

So, what's going on?

Oh, it's about tonight.

Yeah, we have
reservations at 7:30.

I know, but Kyle got tickets
to go see Ludacris.

Abby, it's your birthday.

I know. That's why I thought
you'd be cool with letting me
go to the concert instead.

Well, no,
I'm not cool with it.

We have dinner
reservations
at Yang Chow's.

I know. I hate
that restaurant.

You want to go
someplace else, fine.
Just tell me where.

To the concert.

We've been going
to Yang Chow's since
you were five years old.

You know, there's
something called tradition.

Oh, like I'm supposed to get
all misty over the memories?

Sitting there eating
greasy Peking Duck,

listening to you and Mom
fight World War III?

Well, fortunately for you,
it's just me this year.

This has nothing to do
with your mother and me.

That's not what
my shrink says.

And you know what
she also told me?
She told me that

I don't have to
blame myself anymore
for everything falling apart,

'cause it turns out
it wasn't my fault
at all, it was yours.

Are you done?

Now, you listen to me.

You're going to Yang Chow's
whether you like it or not.

You're gonna sit
your 17-year-old ass
down in that chair.

We're gonna celebrate
your birthday
the same as always.

Is that clear?

Big plans tonight?

Cup of ramen
and Star Trekfan fiction.

I'm working on a chapter

where Captain Janeway
is forced to mate
with a Borg.

That would be so sad
if you weren't so happy.

(CHILD LAUGHING ON TV)

Speaking of which...

(CLOWN MUSIC PLAYING ON TV)

Working late?

No, I just...
I found some classic
Uncle Ha Has.

This was the farewell show.

Really?

(CHILDREN LAUGHING)

And they say
reality TV is bad.

Surreality is
far more disturbing.

His was an inspired madness.

BUG: On that we can agree.

Madness.

What?
Watch the clown.

TREY: Inability
to coordinate
muscle movements.

No longer
registering pain.

The skin rashes.

(SHUSHING)

Race you to the crypt.

(NOSE HONKING)

Bingo.

Gummas in the frontal lobe.

You check for spirochetes?

There's a concentration
of them near the ganglia.
I was right.

Uncle Ha Ha was an insane,
syphilitic clown.

He must have been
walking around
untreated for 20 years.

He found a way to make
VD pay, and for that
we should salute him.

There's a bigger issue
here, you know.

I hear you.

And I say when we
publish to the journal,
we do it as a team.

I'll even take
second position.

Not that.

What?

Who's gonna tell Lily?

Jordan. We weren't
expecting you.

I was just...

Is he around?

Yeah, he's in the kitchen.

You're free to come in,
but not with those.

I know you don't
like to upset him,
and I respect that.

Really?

I haven't noticed
an awful lot of
respect from you.

I thought I heard the door.
What's going on, Jordan?

The other guy in the building
was Ray Hanrahan, one of
Blackie Conroy's thugs.

You know this for a fact?

Eddy confirmed it.

So what do you want me
to do about it?

I want you to come to
the warehouse with me.

Just walk through it.
If there's nothing there,
I'll leave it alone.

Max.

Won't take but an hour.

Jeez, that poor kid.

Yeah, I think about him
in those last few moments.

Best if you don't.

Okay, let's get
this over with.

Who do you want to be,
Jimmy or Hanrahan?

I'll be Hanrahan.

I'm Jimmy.

This is the last fire I set.

I don't care about
finesse anymore.
I just want out.

I pour the gasoline,
throw the match.

Debt's paid. I'm leaving.

I can't let you.
You know too much.

I grab the fire extinguisher.

What's a fire extinguisher
doing in the middle
of an empty warehouse?

Jimmy brought one
just in case.

Or maybe he didn't come here
to set a fire at all.

Maybe he came here to stop it.

JORDAN: I'm putting out
the fire as best I can.

MAX: I set this fire.
I'm not letting you
put it out.

(SCREAMING)

JORDAN: Someone else
is in the building.

It's the junkie.

MAX: You get out,
but your conscience
won't let you leave me to die.

JORDAN: I come back
to get you. It's still my job.

MAX: And this is still mine.

It all makes sense.

JORDAN: Could you give me
a hand with this?

Where did the fire inspector
determine the fire started?

Right over there,
point of origin.

Then what's this?

Second point of origin.

The accelerant
on Jimmy wasn't
from setting the fire.

He was set on fire.

Hanrahan's a thorough guy.

But the building's
already on fire.
Why set another one?

Doesn't make sense.

He didn't want anyone
to find the body.

Why not?

(SIGHING) Jimmy can connect
Blackie to the arsons.

They wanted to obscure
his identity.

But if Jimmy's dead,
he can't squeal on Blackie.

And if the fire's blamed
on Jimmy, everybody wins.

Everybody except Jimmy.

Then that's it.

JORDAN: I see someone
has already set the fire.

MAX: Fire goes out,
I don't get paid.

I'm not gonna
let you stop me.

JORDAN: That's when we fight.
I hit you with the fire
extinguisher.

MITCH: Help!

JORDAN: Then I hear
the junkie.

I come back to save you.

You're already dead.
I didn't mean to kill you,
but what's done is done.

I take off my jacket,
put it on you.

So, if Hanrahan died
in the fire...

Then where's Jimmy?

He came home the other night.

I thought I was
seeing a ghost.

I told him
he should stay the night,
at least get some sleep.

He looked like hell.

But he said
it's too dangerous for me.

He's still thinking
about me.

You got to tell me
where he is.

He's gone, Jordan.
Just leave it at that.

I know you want
to protect him, Pat, but
he's got to turn himself in.

The only people
in this world that know it
wasn't Jimmy in that coffin

are sitting at this table.

It don't need to go further.

We can't do that,
and I don't think
you can do that, either.

It's the least I can do.

By the grace of God,
it wasn't Jimmy in there.

He got a second chance,
and we should all
be glad for him.

MAX: For what?

For living his whole life
as a fugitive, assumed names,
watching his back?

You really want that
for your son?

Instead of jail? Yeah, I do.

You were always
his friend, Jordan.

Don't let all this
change that.

No.

Nothing ever could.

(SIGHING)

All I need is
the cause of death
and both your signatures,

and then they can come
and take him.

Cause of death?

Yeah, line eight, like always.

This really
is Dr. Sanders' case.

He should probably...

Okay.

Cause of death.

There you go.

He died like he lived.

Lifestyle can be a factor.

"Enlarged aortic valves
and pericardium
due to tertiary syphilis."

Oh, that is so beautiful.

It is?

He died because
his heart was too big.

Want something to eat?

No, thanks.

What do I do now, Dad?

Well, you don't
necessarily have to
do anything.

So you agree with Pat?

That's not what I said.

I said it's one choice.

So I should
call the cops?

You know what you need
to do, Jordan.

My opinion's got
nothing to do with it.

You're right.

I'd better go.

I think I need to
be alone for a while,
figure this out.

(SIGHING)

Detective Winslow, please.

The old man said
you were on to me.

Jimmy.

Just didn't seem right
to leave without
saying goodbye.

Like I did to you.

You were going
to college.
You had to go.

It's not like
we really hung out
in high school anyway.

I didn't have to
blow you off like that.

I guess I've always been
pretty bad with goodbyes.

Just hopping on
a bus seemed a lot
easier, you know?

Do I ever.

Are you really gonna
go through with this?

Blackie Conroy
was gonna kill me.

Didn't leave me
much of a choice.

You think I'm scum, too.

No, I'm just trying to
put this all together.

The fires, they were
always property, Jordan,

not people.

I told Blackie
that I was done.

There's no such thing as
a clean start, though, Jimmy.

What am I supposed to do,
turn myself in?

Face all those people
who trusted me?

I could stand up for you.

I know you will.
You always did.

But I'm better off dead,

for everyone's sake.

You know I'm gonna have
to call the cops, right?

I figured, yeah.

Just give me a head start?

You got a half hour.

(DOOR OPENING)

Well?

Well, I laid it out
for my captain.

And?

He's not buying it.

What's not to buy?

Well, Hanrahan's
only real family
was Conroy's gang,

and they sure as hell
aren't calling him in missing.

So it's not a big priority.

Or maybe I just didn't
sell it very well.

I would have thought you,
of all people,

would be chomping
at the bit to get
this guy.

I don't know.

Maybe I'm less
worried about him
than I am about you.

What's that supposed to mean?

I know how you
feel about rats.

I know what it must
have taken for you
to turn him in.

So now I'm a rat. Great.

There are times when
you care about somebody,

you got to do
what's best for them,
even if they don't know it.

My dad stopped blaming you
a long time ago.

I was the one
that couldn't let it go.

Maybe we should just both
cut ourselves a break, huh?

I'm not quite done
kicking myself just yet.

You, on the other hand,

maybe it has been long enough.

Thank you, Eddy.

I won't forget this.

Just don't make
a habit of it.

(VICTROLA PLAYING)

You okay?

She never showed.

Abby. We were supposed to
have dinner for her birthday.

Oh, that's right.

I'm sorry.

Is she all right?

I don't know.

I have no idea where
she is, who she's with.

All these years,
you watch this
person grow up,

and when they
finally do...

You don't even
know them anymore.

How bad does that suck?

Sucks pretty bad.

I feel like
I'm losing her, Jordan.

If you have any words
of wisdom, I'm all ears.

Unfortunately,

losing people is a subject
I kind of know a lot about.

Don't let go.

No matter what.

Let's just hope I have
some say in the matter.

I'm schlepping this damn
cake around all day.
We are so beyond cake.

I'm not.

Help yourself.

Oh, it's beautiful.

Yeah, it is, isn't it?

Go ahead, make a wish.

Not in the mood.

Then I'll put in
a good word for you.

Thanks.