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Oh!

Geez, you almost gave me
a heart attack, Dad.

What are you
doing here?

Waiting for you
to wake up.

This is no
way to live,
Jordan,

sleeping on any couch
you can find.

You make it all
sound so tawdry.

And I don't have
time to look.

There's this new thing
they've got called
the classifieds.

You should check them out.
They actually have places
to live in here.

Exhibit A.
I can barely take care
of a house plant,

much less
a place of my own.

I'll just sleep here and
do laundry at your house.

Yeah, about that.

Evelyn said there was
a little mix-up in
the machine.

Darks in with the whites,
that sort of thing.

Ah, I see.

All these names,
these people.

Yeah, died this week.

327 Congress Avenue,
Apartment B.

It's a nice neighborhood.

Probably have
a view of the river.

(PHONE RINGING)

You know, that's sick
even for you, Dad.

This is Cavanaugh.

Yeah, I know
where it is. Bye.

Girl was just found dead
in Maudslay State Park.

I gotta go.

(SIRENS BLARING)

Hey, Lois.

What's up
with the circus?

Well, we made the ID
after we called you out.

Dead girl is
Stacey Ryder,

daughter of
the Commonwealth's
favorite senator.

Looks like you
caught yourself
a hot assignment.

And boy, is my boss
gonna be thrilled.
Who found her?

Park rangers.

We notified the Senator.
He and Mrs. Ryder were out
on the Cape last night.

Fundraiser.
They're on their
way back now.

You got a suspect?

She was last seen
with her boyfriend,
10:00 last night.

We'll send a car
over to the house,
pick him up.

Photographer's
already here.

What photographer?

Hey, you!

All right, I'm sorry.
The guy had
a coroner's shield.

I just thought he was...

And a police scanner, too.
Doesn't make him a cop.

Reporters.

OFFICER:
Need help?

Oh, I'm fine.

It was a single stab
wound to the chest.

We don't have
a murder weapon.

She's been dead 10,
maybe 12 hours.

Those scrapes over there,
someone dragged her
down here, huh?

There's some bruising
around her neck, too.

FALK: Oh my God, Stacey.

Excuse me, sir.
You're gonna have to step
behind the perimeter tape.

I'm George Falk.
I work for her father.

I understand.
Let us handle
the situation.

All right, look, can we at
least move the body before
the media gets here?

Right after Dr. Cavanaugh
completes her exam.
Normal procedure.

This is the daughter of
a United States senator

who happens to be
running for re-election.

There's nothing normal...

I'm sorry.

(STAMMERING)
Look, why don't
you just

keep me appraised of
any developments, okay?

Yes, sir. We will.

Okay, now I'm going to
have to ask you to step
behind the tape.

Come on.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Hello?
CAL: Stacey,

can you talk?

Who is this?
It's Cal. Isn't this...

(PHONE CLICKS)
Hello?

What killed her?

I don't know yet.
No defensive wounds.

Can't figure out
why she just let
somebody stab her.

Any idea with what?

From the marks
on her sternum,

looks to me like
it was a Phillips
head screwdriver.

Any sign of
sexual assault?

Found some
spermicidal gel,
but no semen.

She had sex last night,
but I think it was
consensual.

Check out these
lividity marks.

I checked them against
the crime scene photos.

They weren't
made there.

She was moved
after she died.

What about these bruises?
Was she strangled?

Yeah, but that's not
what killed her.

The bruises were
already fixed and set.

Whatever caused them
occurred two or three hours
prior to the stabbing.

So where does
that leave us?

The girl's a mess, Garret.

I'm gonna need more time
before I can point to
the cause of death.

Well, the Senator
and his wife are on
their way in.

They're trying hard
to make a case against
the boyfriend.

I need to tell
them something.

Fine. Tell them
we are very sorry
for their loss,

and as soon as we
figure what happened
to their daughter,

they will be
the first to know.

Dr. Macy,
you're needed in
the crypt immediately.

There's a brouhaha.

You want to cut Morris,
you'll have to cut me first.

TREY: Mr. Katz's autopsy
is required by law.

Not by Jewish law.

It's a desecration.

We respect that, but...
All right, all right,
all right.

What's going on?
Let's all take
a deep breath here.

I'm Dr. Macy,
supervisor in charge.

I'm Rabbi
Joseph Wolk.

I want you to release
Morris Katz's body.

Unfortunately,
Mr. Katz died in
an automobile accident

that caused extensive
property damage.

The state requires us
to determine cause
of death.

We'll go to court
if we have to.

We handle Jewish
decedents all the time.

Then you know
they have to be
buried quickly.

Right, well, you could go
to court and get the autopsy
stopped temporarily,

but that'd take
at least a week.

This is not an
arbitrary request,
Dr. Macy.

This is
a sacred matter.

We simply don't allow
our dead to be cut up
like this.

I understand, Rabbi.

I have a friend
named Leonard Bloom.

He's a fine doctor
as well as a practicing
Orthodox Jew.

Now, if I could get him
to supervise an autopsy
that respects your traditions,

would that
be acceptable?

I'll talk to
this Bloom fellow.

Till then, you don't
touch Morris.

Understand?
You have my word.

(TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

Excuse me,
can I help you?

Mrs. Ryder?

I'm sorry, but we don't
let the public

into this part of
the morgue by themselves.

I have to see her.

My daughter. Please?

Come with me.

It doesn't
ever go away,

that feeling that
something might
happen to your child.

If only we'd
been at home.

I'm so sorry.

Her father's
a very important man.

Yes, I know.

But he isn't
strong enough to
deal with this.

He isn't
the strong one.

Mrs. Ryder, I'm gonna
find out who's
responsible for this.

I promise you.

How could they
do this to her?

My baby.

Mrs. Ryder.

I'm sorry.
A car's waiting.

Thank you, Doctor.

Did you find
the boyfriend?

Sent a unit over
to his house
to question him.

Kid took off on us
right out the back.

Got an APB
out for him.

Can I help you?

Yes.

We need to speak to
a medical examiner,
please.

Are you the family
of a decedent here?

Not yet.

I don't understand.

We'd like to make
special arrangements
for my death.

You see, Dr. Macy,

for the past
three years

I've been undergoing
psychotherapy along with

hormonal injections.

I was about to begin
the final phase

in the process
of becoming a...

(SIGHING)

Denise was diagnosed
with advanced prostate
cancer last month.

Another one of
God's cruel jokes.

Are you undergoing
treatment?

Unfortunately,
it's too late for that.

The oncologist says
that it's a matter
of time.

I'm very sorry.

And given my condition,

no surgeon will

complete
the gender transition.

That's why we're here.

I'm not sure I understand
exactly what it is you're
asking me to do.

When I leave
this world,

I would like
to rest in peace
as my true self.

She wants you
to remove it, Doctor.

Postmortem.

Who are you?

Oh, me? Nobody.

Yeah, well,
maybe you are
and maybe you aren't,

but what the hell
are you doing in here?

I was just leaving.

No, not before you
tell me who you are.

"Adam Flynn,
Boston Examiner."

Just trying
to get a lead on
the Ryder murder.

How do I know
that's not fake?

You know,

I get the feeling
we got off on
the wrong foot.

You have got
two minutes to
get out of here.

That's it?
You're just gonna kick me
out empty-handed?

Yeah, pretty much.

You don't know
who killed Stacey
Ryder yet, do you?

I don't talk
to the press.

I think
I can help you.

All right,
I'll make you a deal,

quid pro quo,
everything off the record.

Yeah, right.
All right, look.

Look, my guess
is the boyfriend
didn't kill her,

and I'm looking
for proof.

If he's so innocent,
why did he run
from the cops?

I don't know.

Maybe we should ask him.

He called me
20 minutes ago.

I was just on my way
to meet him.

TOM: I swear
I didn't kill her.

I dropped her off
at her house around
10:15. That's all.

Why'd you run
when the cops
came for you?

'Cause I knew
how it looked.

I strangled her.

She liked me to choke
her when we had sex.

Said it made it
more intense.

I told her
it was the last time
I was gonna do it.

She got all
pissed at me,

said if I was
gonna be a wimp,

she had plenty
of other guys.

Was one of these
guys named Cal?

Maybe.

She used to see
an older guy

who lived in
a big house in Concord.

Who's Cal?

He called on
her cell phone
this morning.

(SIRENS BLARING)

OFFICER:
Freeze, kid!
Don't move.

Son of a bitch,
you gave me
your word.

Nice.

This list,
the dead people.
Pure gold.

Dad.
Here's the pick
of the litter.

River view,
1,600 square feet
of loft space.

I told the landlord
we'd be there
in 15 minutes.

I can't. I'm under
serious pressure here
on this Ryder case

and I still don't have
cause of death nailed.

Strangulation, stabbing,

and apparently the guy
who did the former
didn't do the latter.

On TV, they said
they had the boyfriend
in custody.

I talked to him.
He didn't do it.

He called a reporter,
came out of hiding
to tell his story.

Now, why take
that risk if
he's the killer?

Then what else
you got?

Mystery call
to her cell.

I tried to redial,
but there was ID block.

Police have
any luck with it?

I've been pushing
Carver to check it out,

but she's convinced
she's got the right guy.

You still have
that friend at
the phone company?

Yeah.

But it'll cost you.

What?

One hour.

Come see this place.

Come on. It'll take you
at least that long
to run your trace.

TREY: I really appreciate
you helping us out,
Dr. Bloom.

Oh, Leonard.
It's no problem, really.

Least I could do
for Mad Dog.

Mad Dog?

Oh, guess you've
never seen Garret Macy
on the basketball court.

Total animal.

Nige, this is
Leonard Bloom.

He's gonna
be supervising
Mr. Katz's autopsy.

Cheers.

So you're
a pathologist, then?

Ear, nose
and throat, actually.

Oh, look, fellas.
No, I'm not here to tell
you how to do your job.

I spoke to
Rabbi Wolk

and assured him that
the autopsy would be
minimally invasive.

What does that mean,
exactly?

It means you do
what you have to do,

and I'll try to
smooth things out
with the Rabbi.

That being said,

in Jewish tradition,
respect for the body
is absolute.

Well, you gotta
respect a body
like this.

I mean, the guy's
a behemoth.

Sorry.

The drill is
whatever God put
inside Mr. Katz,

we've got to
send back to God.

Blood, organs,
everything.

NIGEL:
No problem.

So, minimal impact
to the body and
we'll be cool.

Hey, do I have
a minute to catch
a shower?

Sure.
Locker room's
down the hall.

Thanks.

All right, boys.
Let's get him
onto the table.

On three.

(COUNTING IN SPANISH)

Maybe we should
go over the minimal
impact part again.

So, are you really
gonna do it?
Do what?

You know, Denise Logan,
the transsexual lady.

How do you
know about that?

I sent her
to you. So?

Yeah, when
hell freezes over.

But you would be
honoring her last wish.

It would be giving
her spiritual peace
for eternity.

Lily, spiritual peace isn't
exactly my department.

What do you mean?
You're a doctor.

(STAMMERING) What about
the Hippocratic oath?

I work on dead bodies.

Exactly.

The body is
the conduit
to the soul.

It's only through death that
we pass on to a higher state.
Don't you believe that?

(STAMMERING)

I don't know
what I believe.

It's just a little
early in the day for
a theological discussion,

don't you think?

But I...

I told her that
you would understand.

I told her that
you were different.

Look, even if I
was crazy enough
to say yes,

there are laws
against mutilating
the human body,

and I'd say
that cutting off a...

Cutting off
a man's penis
qualifies for that.

Haven't you ever
felt trapped before,

defined by
the world's narrow
definitions of you?

Lily...

See, I felt that way
my whole life.

I just assumed
when I met you,
you felt the same way.

Guess I was wrong.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

JORDAN: Hello?

Anyone here?

(MAN CLEARS THROAT)

Oh, you
the landlord?

No, animal control.

(HISSING)
Just rounding up
these bad boys here.

Snakes.

Yeah, I can see that.

Yeah, last tenant had
about a dozen of them.

Most of them your
poisonous variety.

That one right there
tried to get a hold of
my large toe.

(LAUGHING)

That would've been about
12 and a half minutes
of fun, huh?

Well, see you.

Oh, I got all
but two of them.

But don't worry,
they only come out at night.

(SNICKERS)

Well, what
do you think?

Yeah. Okay,
we're going.

Well, where we going?
I haven't even seen
the place yet.

It's a snake pit.

Really?
Looks okay to me.

Could we just go?
I gotta get back.

I'm waiting for that
phone trace to come in.

Hey, Vickie.
Any faxes come
in for me?

Yes, Dr. Cavanaugh.
Here you go.

Excellent, thank you.
Jordan.

Oh, wow,
must be my
lucky day.

What happened?
You run out of
fake IDs?

I'm with her.

You're still
mad at me,
aren't you?

It was for
his own good.

Trust me. The best way
for an innocent kid
to get killed

is running
from the cops.

Oh, right, you're
a real humanitarian.

The way I see it,
you and I are on
the same team here.

Only difference is
you're looking for
a cause of death,

I'm looking
for a byline.

You keep following me,
you'll be looking
for a hospital.

What's on the fax?

What's it to you?

You found
this guy, Cal,
didn't you?

You know what,
you're going there now,
aren't you?

You know,
I could follow you

and that would only
piss you off more.

All right, all right.
Tell you what.

If you let me come,
I promise to shut up.

Oh, now,
that I would
like to see.

Is that a smile
you're trying
to fight back?

It's a facial tic.

And you're driving.

Cal's got some
nice digs.

You see a
doorbell anywhere?

MAN ON INTERCOM:
May I help you?

Yeah, hi.
Is Cal here?

You mean
Dr. Yarborough.

Right, right.
Dr. Calvin Yarborough.

Yarborough Clinic.

The rehab guy.

Is he expecting you?

My sister and I don't
have an appointment,

but we need to see
the doctor about

admitting her
to the program.

Sorry, you need
to call first to
schedule an...

Oh, come on, man.
It took me two six-packs
just to get her in the car.

Hold on.
I'll see what
I can do.

In here.

(ADAM WHISTLES)

National Enquirer,
eat your heart out.

This is the rehab
of the rich and famous.

You realize how much
I could make rifling
this file cabinet?

Hello.
Jordan, is it?

Hi, I'm Dr. Yarborough.
You can call me Cal.

Actually,
I'm not supposed
to be here.

Oh, that's okay.
No judgments.

You the brother?

Yeah, yeah.

Adam.
Hi, Adam.

You don't understand.
I'm a medical examiner.

We're here
about Stacey Ryder.

I'm the one
you hung up on
this morning.

I'm sorry.
I don't discuss
my patients.

Why did you call her?

We're through here.
You obviously
cared about her.

I can't be having
this conversation.

Why not?
Did someone
get to you?

They could pull
my license.

Who told you that,
the Senator?

No, not personally.

Look, I didn't even
get the message
until this morning.

That's when I called.
What did it say?

STACEY:
Cal, pick up.

Damn it, pick up.
I can't do this.

I'm all alone.

I hate him.
I just... I can't
take it anymore.

I can't.

Look, she came
to me for help,

but I never
treated her.

Why not? If she had
such a serious
drug problem,

why didn't you
admit her?

Stacey was a minor.

The law says I can't
take her without
parental permission.

And the Ryders
wouldn't give it.

Not in an
election year.

She just needed
someone to listen.

Anyone.

Morning, sunshine.

Tox screen
with your coffee?

Thank you.

She had all these drugs
in her system?

Xanax and Prozac
and Valium, oh, my.

Check this out.

Oxycodone was there, too.

An excellent way
to kill the pain.

A better way
to overdose.

But, which one
doesn't belong?

Premarin.

That's for estrogen
deficiency, right?

Usually prescribed to
post-menopausal women.

So, unless your girl
was remarkably
well-preserved...

It was her mother's.

Wow. Well,
if that's the case,

the old girl's got her own
apothecary at home.

Well, I'm gonna go find out.

Where you off to?

To the memorial service.
Thanks, Nige.

You're a rock star.

Look, Lily. I'm sorry
if I disappointed you.

It's not that
I don't feel sympathy
for this person. I do.

People have the right
to change themselves,
even a duty sometimes.

I come to work here
every day, and the
only thing that gets me

through is that I know
I'm on my way to being
someone different.

Someone better than
the guy I was yesterday.

Now, that being said,
I have a responsibility

as a medical examiner
to obey the law.

You understand that,
don't you?

I hope we've
put this behind us.

No, actually,
we haven't.

Denise Logan committed
suicide this morning.

Her next of kin is here
with the body.

I'm Dr. Macy.

Carol Logan.
I'm his wife.

I told Roy that I'd
handle the arrangements.

I understand the shock
you must feel.
It's very sudden.

I used to lay awake at night,
thinking it was my fault.

That it was me.

That I wasn't good enough,
wasn't pretty enough.

Mrs. Logan, this isn't
the time to be
hard on yourself.

You've suffered
a great loss.

Denny and I have
been separated for
the last two years.

We've got two kids,
four and seven.

I wasn't about to
let them watch their
father turn into...

Into this.

I didn't know your
husband well, but I spoke
to him before he died.

He was in a great deal
of pain, turmoil.

He was desperately trying
in his own way to change.

You can't change
who you are, Doctor.

Look what happens
when you try.

Thanks, lady.

Come to give
your condolences?
Sweet.

And I'm sure you
attend the memorials
of all your stiffs.

Just here to see
if I can get a statement.
What about you?

Lot of security.
Might be kind of
tough getting in.

Where there's a will,
there's a me.

Excuse me for a sec.

Excuse me, sir.

That man towards
the end of the line...

Well, this service is
supposed to be for friends
and family only,

those of us who
really knew Stacey.

And that man
over there, well,

he's a reporter.

I'll take care
of it immediately.

Thank you.

Hey, no, no.
I'm supposed to...

You're out of here.
Right now.

Cancel all of his
campaign appearances.

What the hell were you
doing up there?

I was just using
the bathroom.

The family has very
specific rules about
their private quarters.

I'm afraid I'm gonna have
to ask you to leave.

Sorry.

You have questions,
have your boss
call my office.

Liver looks normal.

Is it okay if we weigh it?

Yeah, I can sell that.

Just as long as it goes
back in when you're done.

Mmm-hmm.

Oh, that bloody thing
is massive.

2,000 grams, easy.

2,500.

2,150. Lenny?

Well, I'm better with
inflamed adenoids,
but I'll say 2,700 even.

2,750.

Give the ENT a cigar.

The bowel's cramped
under the pelvis.

Want the bone saw?

Sometimes with
obese patients,

we have to cut
through the pelvic bone
to run the gut.

Can you salvage
the bone chips?

I don't see why not.

I can sell that.

Hi, gentlemen.
Sorry to bother you,
but Rabbi Wolk just called.

He wanted to know when
he can come for Mr. Katz.

Won't be too long now.

Thank you.

(LOUD THUD)

(GASPING) Oh, my!

Are you okay?

MEN: Fine.

Sweet Nancy,
he blew.

TREY: What the hell
happened?

BUG: Must have
been a build up of
hydrogen in the gut.

I guess the saw
sparked it.

Oh, man,
this is bad.

Oh, this I definitely
can't sell.

All right, let me get this
straight. Are you telling
me he actually blew up?

Oh, he blew up,
all right.

Yeah, like a hamster
in a microwave.

I, for one, want to go
on the record and say
how badly I feel about this.

Ditto.

Look, there's no sense
crying over spilled...

The bottom line is we've
got to figure out how to put
Mr. Katz back together.

No, granted,
we have a problem here.

But isn't it against
Jewish law to
have an open casket?

Yeah, but...

Well, we've got
most of Mr. Katz pretty
well reassembled, right?

Except for a two foot
hole in his stomach.

So, we just cover it up.

Look, fellas, no offense,
but papering Mr. Katz over
won't help during the Taharah.

I'm afraid to ask.

It's a ritual bath
of purification performed
before the funeral.

Well, maybe if they don't
scrub too hard.

Well, it's called illegal
search and seizure.

You should know that, Jordan.

What was I supposed to do?
The evidence was all there,
right under my feet.

Would you keep it
down, please? I don't
want you waking Evelyn.

Oh, right, we wouldn't
want to do that.

Stacey died
in her own house.

The lividity on her leg
matches the tile from
the bathroom floor.

So how'd her body
get out in that field?
Who stabbed her and why?

I don't know.
Her parents were
on the Cape that night.

You're sure it's not
the boyfriend?

I just don't see it.

Besides, Stacey's
message to her doctor
said she was alone.

So, someone went in later.
Who had access?

Falk.
Who?

The Senator's
campaign advisor.
This guy's everywhere.

These people do not
take a leak without
him knowing about it.

Well, fine,
he has opportunity,

but where's the motive
for killing her?

I'll be Falk.

I'll be Stacey.

I just got home.

There's nobody here.
Typical.

JORDAN:
I feel so alone.

I need something.
I need...

MAX: Your mother's
painkillers.

JORDAN: Whatever.
I just want to be numb.

They work fast.
I'm feeling warm.

MAX: But you've
taken too many.

JORDAN: Who cares?
They don't.
Nobody cares.

MAX: How long are you on
the floor before I come in?

Lividity from the tile
must have taken
two hours to set.

Okay.
So you're on the floor.

Stacey!

JORDAN: You try
to revive me.

It's too late.
I don't know what to do.

I can't let anyone
find you like this,
not during a campaign. I...

I gotta get rid
of the body.

Yes.

Better to find me out
here than under my
own parents' roof.

No, it's not enough.

They'll still find the drugs
in your system.

JORDAN: So then, make it
look like a murder.

MAX: But I'm not a killer.

Doesn't matter.
I'm already dead.

I don't even have a weapon.

What about your car?
There's gotta be
something in there.

Screwdriver.

Oh, God.
She forced his hand.

She was a risk
to the campaign,
all he'd worked for.

You can't get elected
if your daughter OD's.

But if she's murdered,
you're a shoo-in.

Wait a minute.
What is it?

Her lungs.

What about them?

There was so much
bruising I didn't check.
I had Gloria...

Yeah?

She had aspirated
blood into her lungs.

Oh, boy.

She was still alive
when he stabbed her.

Oh, God.

Of course you found Stacey's
hair fibers in my car.

She's been
in it a dozen times.

Press events,
campaign events,
press conferences.

Maybe you can tell me why
the Phillips head screwdriver

is missing from the
tool kit in your trunk.

Detective, if this is
a fishing expedition...

Stacey Ryder overdosed
in her parents' home.

Somebody found her there,
moved her to the open field

and then tried to make it look
like murder by stabbing her.

Unfortunately
for your client, Mr. Falk
is one of the few people

with keys to the
Ryder household.

You're not seriously
accusing me
of killing Stacey?

Sir, until I hear a credible
explanation for where
you were that night...

I was home sleeping.

Then we've got
a real problem,

because your Speedpass
shows you going through
a tollbooth at 11:42 p.m.

Four miles from where
we found Stacey's body.

All right, there was someone
in the car that night
who can vouch for me.

And who might that be?

This has to be handled
very sensitively.

I'll be gentle. Try me.

I was taking her
to Cape Cod.

She's a friend
of the Senator's,

and I had to wait
for her, you know,
till they were finished.

The Senator was
with his girlfriend?

Can you tell us how that
happened when he was
in a hotel room with his wife?

Mrs. Ryder hasn't stayed
with him for years.

Always books another hotel
room under an alias, so the...

(CLEARS THROAT)
So the press doesn't
smell disharmony.

Gonna need the girlfriend's
name and number.

Hi.

Hey, we wouldn't happen
to have any yarmulkes
lying around, would we?

Not last time I checked.

Oh, this isn't too
casual, is it?
The jumper and jeans?

You look fine.
It's not like it's gonna
make any difference.

I just want to show some
respect when the rabbi
gets here, that's all.

I mean,
we did blow the guy up.

We didn't do it
on purpose.

We detonated a man.

I'm not sure intention
enters into it.

If this was India,
a little explosion
would be no problem.

There, they set fire
to the bodies to actually
help the soul move on.

Well, if that really works,
then Mr. Katz's soul

ought to be in the
Promised Land by now.

It's actually quite
a beautiful ritual.

The goal is to
achieve moksha,

spiritual liberation
from the cycles of rebirth.

A fitting end, really.

That's the way
I'd like to go.

Yeah, I had no idea
you were so pious.

When you've experienced
the miraculous complexities

of the insect world
the way I have,

you can't help but believe
in some higher power.

You're serious,
aren't you?

The thoracic ganglia
of the dung beetle alone

is enough to make
anyone believe in God.

Right.
Share that with
Rabbi Wolk.

Maybe he'll go easy on us.

Lenny.
Hey.

What's that?
The Talmud?

Little light reading?

Just looking for an answer.

(SIGHS) Aren't we all?

You didn't happen to
come across anything
on transsexuals in there,

did you?

Never mind.

You know, I'm not an
expert on these things,

but the Talmud refers
to a divine purpose
called tikkun olam,

to repair the world.

Fixing the imperfections
God created.

Now I have to do
God's job, too?

Basically, yeah.

'Cause the imperfections
are all part of his plan.

So are you saying that God
wanted Mr. Katz to blow up?

It's a complicated concept,
granted.

But the point is,

it's up to each of us to
do a bit of God's work.

Now, of course
we're only human.

So, repairing Mr. Katz
isn't about making
him as good as new.

It's about preserving
the dignity of his soul,
his true self.

His true self, huh?

And who's to say
just what that is?

Well, do any of us
really ever know
the answer to that?

Is this a Jewish thing,
answering every question
with a question?

I mean, look,
I have the utmost respect
for the bodies

that come into my morgue,
but I'm a medical examiner.

I just wasn't trained
to play God.

And that's just what
I'm trying to say.

They're one and
the same, Garret.

However you show
respect for the person,
you're doing God's work.

See you, buddy.

See you, Lenny.

(WHISPERING)
There was a slight accident
during the procedure,

but I think they did
the best they could and
showed great respect.

In the first century,
a wise rabbi,

asked to be buried
in a simple garment

so that he might meet
God and be judged

on his soul rather
than his appearance.

As he came,
so shall he go.

They're beautiful.

Bonsai trees.

They take so much time
and patience

that sometimes
I think it's not worth it

and then when I stand back
and see such perfection...

Can I help you
with something?

I came here to talk
to you about Stacey.

I talked to Dr. Yarborough.

I know about
her drug problem.

Do you have children,
Dr. Cavanaugh?

No.

You look for an explanation
when you have
a child like Stacey.

You blame yourself.

Maybe it was the money,
the wrong schools.

And it tore my husband apart,
almost ruined our life.

And then one day
I realized that there was
nothing more that I could do.

She wanted help.
No.

I don't believe that.

You could have saved her.

You didn't know Stacey.

I'm saying she was
still alive when you
took her out to that field.

She was in a drug-induced
coma that mimics death.

When you stabbed her,
that's what killed her.

Does your husband
even know you left
the hotel early that night?

Oh, my God.

What have I done?

Dr. Macy.
Yeah, Lily?

I was just looking over
the paperwork that you filled
out on Denise Logan

and there seems to be
a little typo here where
you marked the gender.

You checked it female.

It's not a typo.

Oh, okay.

Thank you, Dr. Macy.
I just wanted to make sure.

Oh, Dr. Cavanaugh,
your dad called.

He said something
about getting snakes
driven out of Ireland?

You can pay him later
for the first month's rent
and security. Yeah.

Thanks.
Bye.

What are you doing here?

Well, I thought maybe
we'd go grab a drink,
you know, celebrate.

There's not much
to celebrate.

You mean meeting me
wasn't the highlight
of your week?

Well, meeting you,
now there's a reason
to drink.

Come on, Jordan.
I'm really not a bad guy.

Probably not, but right now,
I just don't have the
energy to find out.

So you're saying
maybe another time?

Another lifetime.

You sure don't have
much stuff after
all these years.

Yeah, well,
I like to travel light.

(CHUCKLES)

Dad, listen,
thanks for doing this.

No problem.
I enjoy it.

Won't take much work.

This place will feel
like home soon enough.

Nothing wrong with putting
down roots, Jordan.

I don't know.
You get too comfortable
in one place,

you're bound to be
disappointed.

You gotta stop
running sometime.

It's just...

Home never felt like
a real safe place to me.

I'm sorry, darling.

No, it's not your fault.

You always tried.

I could stay a little
while if you want.

I'm fine. But thanks.

See you tomorrow, kiddo.

Okay.