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Good morning,
Dr. Macy.
Morning, Lily.

Strawberry?

I'm actually
allergic
to strawberries.

Oh! I'm... I'm sorry,
I didn't know.

Well, that's okay.
I can look, I just can't

eat.

See you.

Am I missing something?

(STUTTERING) Hey, Jordan.
No, I was just...

Staring out the door.
Anything interesting?

Look, Jordan...
Jordan.

Hi, Lil.

You know, you should
just ask her out
and get it over with.

(WHISPERING)
I'm not asking her out.

Garret, have you
gotten any recently?

Pardon me?
You heard me.

How long has it been?

We are not having
this conversation.

So you're frustrated.
It's no big deal,
you know.

Whether or not
I've been getting any lately
is none of your business,

and there are
more important things
to do around here

than discuss my sex life.

Yeah, but they're
not as much fun.

Eleven-year-old boy
hit by an SUV.

The young ones
never get any easier.

The day they do
is the day I quit.

You want me
to lock this?

(BOTH GIGGLING)

(MUFFLED) Wait.

(NIGEL LAUGHING)

Tread marks
on his clothes.

The tires left skin tears
and internal chest injuries.

Cute kid, huh?

Yeah.

The police report said
the driver never saw him.

He was walking home
in a school band
uniform.

Kind of hard to miss,
don't you think?

No paint transfer
on the body.

Or contusions
from the front bumper.

Petechial hemorrhaging
could have occurred earlier.

What was his liver temp
when we picked him up?

Mid-fifties.

Which would be fine
if he'd died
a few hours earlier.

He wasn't walking.

He was already
on the ground.

That car didn't kill you,
did it, pal?

Something else happened.

You were already dead.

Did you know
there were 18,000 cases

of clinical depression
in Boston last year?

How depressing is that?

Too bad I wasn't here.
Could have made it 18,001.

To what do I owe
this pleasure, Howie?

As the state psychologist
assigned to this purgatory,

I thought the least I could do
would be to welcome back one
of its lovelier inhabitants.

I'll take that
as a compliment.

You take it
however you like it
if it means I'll get lucky.

Why, Dr. Stiles,
are you hitting
on me again?

Would you expect
anything less?

So, how are
the nightmares?

I haven't had one
in, uh,

51 days.

But who's counting?

(SCOFFS)

Nothing a quickie
and some fresh air
wouldn't cure.

I'm available
for the first.

You know,
your smile says "kidding," but
your eyes say something else.

Come on, Jordan,
let's finally do this.

Just clean off the desk.
Right now. Come on.

Would you stop?

(STAMMERING)
I just ate breakfast.

Well, they say that
nausea is a sign
of arousal, actually.

All right,
let's be serious.

Talk to me.
The doctor's in.

I'm fine!

I'm working
on a kid right now.

Well, if you change
your mind...

How about an
end-of-the-day
martini?

A little shrink 'n drink.
What do you say?

I've gotta work.
I'll call you, I promise.

Lack of social skills,
an inability
to express emotion.

Dr. Cavanaugh,
professionally,
I'm concerned.

Really?

Concerned
and turned on.

(GRUNTS)

Fellas,
what do you guys know
about the Big Dig?

Well, aside from it
being the biggest
construction undertaking

in the city's history,
it adds 20 minutes
to my commute.

And we'll all be
worm food by the time
they're done. Why?

Well, with progress
comes excavation,

with excavation
comes discovery.
Check this out.

Two city hardhats
sat down to take a nap.

They found this.
A skeleton?

The remains
of not one,
but two bodies.

Based on what's left
of the puffy shirts
they're wearing,

I'm guessing
late 18th century.

Or vintage
Bay Village.

Boston's tourist buck
thrives on this
kind of thing.

You give me the who
and the when,

the city can profit
from the where.

Since this is a little outside
of our area of expertise,
I wanted to get a little help.

Trey, Bug, say hello
to Candace McIntyre,

history and
forensic anthropology
grad at BU.

Her department head
says she's the best.

Hey, guys, what's up?

My luck,
apparently.

I hope you guys are
as excited about this
as I am.

Oh, excited
is definitely
an understatement.

The name's
Dr. Vijayaraghaven-
satyanaryanamurthy.

But you can
call me Bug.

Okay, Bug.

Which one of your bodies
should we get started
working on first?

Hey, you. You know
those tissue samples
you had tested?

Yeah.
You were right.

There were
Curschmann spirals
in the mucus plugs.

I thought his lungs
were hyper-inflated.
He had an asthma attack.

Mmm-hmm.

They found him near
Mount Auburn, right?

Yeah.

He was probably trying
to get to the hospital
and collapsed.

What about the police report?
Does it say anything
about finding an inhaler?

Mmm-mmm. Nothing
in his pockets,
either.

Some parents
just don't take it
seriously.

Oh, Dr. Cavanaugh,
a Mr. and Mrs. Bishop
are on their way in

to ID their son.

Oh, thanks, Lily.
Could you have
his belongings

brought over
to the conference room?

Yeah, you bet.

Thanks.

It's bad enough
telling them
their son's dead.

This was totally
preventable.

Well, you're preaching
to the choir, baby.
Good luck.

Thanks.

At first we...

(SNIFFLES)

We thought he was
at a friend's house.

Terry usually
walked home
from school,

and when he didn't call,
we got worried.

I drove around
for hours, and finally,
I just called the police.

I'm so sorry.

Terry knew how bad
his asthma attacks get.

He carried
an inhaler.

All the time?

Absolutely.
We always made sure
he had one in his backpack.

In, uh...

In here?

This is impossible.
I put it in here myself.

There wasn't any albuterol
in his lungs, either.

Maybe he dropped it,
or it fell out, or...

Or maybe this isn't
his backpack.

This Sarah Browning,
is she a friend of Terry's?

Not that I know of.

Can you think of
any reason why he might
have her backpack?

So even if he reached
for his inhaler...

He never had
a chance, did he?

Hey, Lily.
Oh, hey.

(CHUCKLING SHEEPISHLY)
I didn't see you.
I, um...

My health club scale
sucks and I don't
have one at home,

so I just
thought I'd...
Mmm.

Dr. Macy.
Yeah?

Can I ask you a question?

Sure.

Friday night, I...

I don't have any plans.

(STAMMERING)
So I thought...

Oh, I don't know,
we like to talk sometimes,

so I was wondering
if maybe you'd...
Lily...

Look, you're very sweet.

I feel it would be
inappropriate to go out
with an employee.

Well, even if it's just
for a couple of
coldies or something?

I wouldn't tell anybody.
Nobody would know.

See, the problem is
I'd know.

Right.

Well, I'd better
get back to work.

Lily, listen,
I'm sorry...

If you look carefully,
you'll see where the femur
of the decedent

was rubbing into
the worn socket
of the pelvis.

Arthritis?

Juvenile, probably.

I'm hypothesizing
a male,

approximately
25 years of age,

who most likely
walked with a limp.

Two bodies,
two pistols,
two slugs.

Sounds like
a bad bar fight to me.

Or how about a duel?

Over what, exactly?

Apparently,
the opposite sex.

I found one of these
in each of the
decedents' jackets.

A hair locket?
Oh, how great is that?

A common showing
of affection
in those days.

And since the hair samples
are from the same woman,

I'm guessing that she was
diddling both of them.

Oh, shame on her!

Imagine being
so taken by a woman

you'd be willing
to die for her.

Hard to believe nowadays.

Not if you watch
Jerry Springer.

I actually find it
incredibly romantic.

Being deeply loved
by someone
gives you strength.

And loving someone deeply
gives you courage.

I'm impressed, Bug.

Thinkers like yourself
are a dying breed.

(SCOFFS)

I speak from the heart.

Sure that's
your heart talking?

Come on, you guys!

Follow me.

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Hello?

Hi. I have
something that belongs
to your daughter.

Where's my Sarah?

Look, just put
the gun down, okay?

I'm a doctor.
I work for the state.
I do not have your daughter.

We came home
and found the message
on our machine.

A hundred thousand dollars.

We don't make
that kind of money.

Sarah goes to Saint Mary's
on a scholarship.

Why didn't you
call the police?

Because he told us
we couldn't.

He said he'd kill her
if we did.

Mr. Browning,
I'd like to help you,
but you have to trust me.

You're a doctor.

How can you possibly help?

I think that a boy
we picked up last night

was with your daughter
when she was taken.

Now, I might be able to
find some forensic clues

that could help us
find out who took her
and where she is.

It's what I do.

And if he calls again?

He knows the banks
are already closed.

There's nothing else
you can do till morning.

Chloroform?

Yeah, on his lips, too.

So much
for what caused
the asthma.

Grab the wand
for me, will you?

I pulled about two dozen
red carpet fibers
from the back of his uniform.

Nigel said he'd run them
for me on the QT.

But then
I found this.

Looks like
some kind of ash.

See if you can
ballpark the composition.

What do you think
happened, Jordan?

I think

Terry was on his way home
and someone followed him.

But there are
no signs of assault.

What did they want?

Before the asthma attack?
I'm guessing about
a hundred grand.

The raw emotion
of the period
is what intrigued me.

I mean, people were
willing to die for
freedom, for passion.

Behind a veil
of petticoats
and powdered wigs

was a society
that would do
anything for love.

And yet it all seemed
so proper, so dignified.

(CHUCKLING)
And yet so naughty.

Oh, my God.

Hello, Benjamin Hamilton.

Who?
The Hamilton
shipping fleet.

They practically owned
Boston Harbor.

In 1787, their oldest son,
who happened to be disabled,
vanished.

Benjamin had
a business partner,

and supposedly
they had a falling out.

Guys,

(LAUGHING)
I think we found him!

(BOTH LAUGHING)

(KEYS JINGLING)

(LATCH RATTLING)

(GASPS)

For Pete's sake, Jordan.
I thought you were a thief!

What were you
gonna do, bake me?

Where's Evelyn?

Watching TV upstairs.

She likes game shows.
That's all we watch.

You got a minute?

Yeah. What is it?

A murder-kidnapping.

Want pie with that?

Yeah, he never meant
to hurt the kid.

He just wanted
the cash.

Amateur?
Textbook.

The fact that
he left him near the hospital
means he felt bad, guilty.

What about the girl?
Her family has no money.
How does she fit in?

Wrong place, wrong time.

She sure picked
a heck of a day to let
Junior carry her books.

So the kidnapper
grabbed both of them,

but by the time he got
where he was going...

The boy was dead.

I assume
you told the police
about all this.

(SNICKERS)

Jeez, Jordan.
Come on!

The department
has people trained
for these situations.

The kidnappers
said no cops.

I promised the parents.

This is some mess
you got yourself into,
Jordan.

What, do you think
you're just gonna go
find the guy on your own?

No, I kind of figured
you'd help me.

Well, you figured wrong.
I'm not on the force anymore.

It's not like I can
run around playing
cops and robbers.

Forget it.

Fine. I'll handle it myself.

Good.
Yeah, I've got contacts
in the department.

The kidnapper
left his demands on
their answering machine.

Sounds like
a real brain trust.

I'll have McCormick
analyze the tape.

McCormick! That idiot?

You got a better idea?

Well, if you're gonna
call in an audio expert,
you call in Barney Reynolds.

Oh, for crying
out loud, Jordan.

You're in
way over your head
on this one.

Then help me!

Help you with what,
Jordan?

Evelyn!

Hi.
Hi.

Jordan just needed
some help on something.

Oh.

Anything I can do?

Oh, I don't think so.

But thanks for the offer.

Why don't you try me?

Might be surprised.

Honey, really,
it's fine.

It's a case
I'm working on, Evelyn,
involving a missing girl.

Look, I don't want
to cause any trouble here.

I just really
need his help.

That little girl
really needs his help.

If anybody
can find your daughter,
it's Detective Reynolds.

Hey, I'm listening
here, okay?

Floorboards are
creaking. No...

No, it's termites.

I'm retired, but I still
pick up a little action
on the side.

Mostly wives
trying to catch
their husbands cheating,

but occasionally
something comes along,
get to flex the old muscles.

So, here's the message
as it was originally recorded.

Now, I want you
to note the fluctuations
in white noise,

and also
this barely audible
metallic scratching,

and the kidnapper's voice.

He's nervous. His tone
is almost panicked, okay?

MAN ON TAPE: If you want
to see your daughter alive,
it'll cost you 100,000.

Don't call the cops.
Don't be stupid.

Just do what I say
and she's yours.

(DIAL TONE DRONING)

(STOPS TAPE)
Enough to work with?

If he's breathing,
it's enough.

Let's see just
what we can hear.

If you want to see
your daughter alive,
it'll cost you 100,000.

Don't call the cops.
Don't be stupid.

Just do what I say
and she's yours.

Obviously,
he's on a cell phone,

so you can trace
the mobile signal

to pinpoint
his exact location.

Wait.

Don't call the cops.
Don't be stupid.

See, this echo tells me that
he's in some kind of truck.

...it'll cost you 100,000.
This metallic sound...

Don't call the cops.
Don't be stupid.

See, this is so complex.

It's metal against metal.

But I'm also picking up
some kind of...

Don't call the cops.
Don't be stupid.

...plastic rustling.

Do what I say
and she's yours.

(DIAL TONE DRONING)

Hangers. A delivery truck
would work, maybe.

Like a dry cleaner?

I found traces
of cleaning fluid
in Terry Bishop's sinuses.

Let's call
the boy's parents.

Find out
what cleaners they sent
their son's clothes to.

If the kidnapper
works there

and he's been
paying attention,

he knows a lot
about the Bishops.

How they dress,
the kind of car
they drive,

the type of neighborhood
they live in,

or where their son
went to school.

You look good.

(SCOFFS)

Well, you ought to know.
You've seen me at my worst.

Still living alone?
Yeah.

Happy?

As can be expected.

Sleeping?

Like a rock.

Depressed?

About what?

Well, I don't know,
anything. Life, love,
public transportation.

Nope. Happy as a clam.

You know, I've never
understood that.

Are clams happy?

Why are we talking
about shellfish?

Can we just get this
over with, please?

You know I have to do this
every few months.

I mean, it's my job
to find out if you're...

I'm not unstable
and unraveling.
I've heard that before.

You want the answers
you always get?

Yes, I'll get some rest.
No, I won't work
too much overtime.

And yeah,
I'll spend more time
with my kid.

Now can we get
something to eat?
I'm starving.

How about one of
those grinders you're
always telling me about?

Sounds good.
Fandozzi's.

Sausage and peppers.

Question.

Yeah.

Are you seeing anyone?

Not at the moment. Why?

Interested in anybody?

Howard, what are you
getting at?

Well, I noticed the way
you looked at that woman.

Do you ever, uh,

fantasize about
your co-workers?

No.

Well, it was just
an observation.

Listen to me.
I check my hormones
at the door.

And anybody who says
otherwise does not know me
professionally. Is that clear?

It was merely a question.

It was an
insulting question.

Well, I'm sorry.

Fine! You want to go?

Well, not until
you're calm and...

(TENSELY) I'm calm.

Boy, then
I must be comatose!

Look, if you've been
a little preoccupied lately,
or a little distracted,

you have every
reason to be.

And why is that?

Well, look what
you've been through!

Your mother's death,

and the divorce...

I'll bet you probably
haven't had sex in ages.

All right, that's it.
I'm done.

Garret!
Doctor!

Do you know what it's like
to do this job,
to have this life,

and not have anyone to...

(SHUFFLING PAPERS)

This session's over.

Don't be so hard
on yourself.

You're human.

Live a little.

Jordan,
you remember what we said.
If there's any danger,

we call the police.

It's a van full of laundry.
How dangerous can it be?

Hang on.
I'm not ready.

Now I'm ready.

Evelyn know
you're still
packing heat?

Man's gotta have
a few secrets, right?

Dad, somebody's inside.

Think he still
wants the money?

Limited blood loss.

Red carpet
matches fibers I found
on Terry Bishop's uniform.

This is the van,
but he wasn't killed here.
Someone planted him.

If this is your kidnapper,
Jordan, where's your girl?

(JORDAN SIGHS)

You're gonna do
an autopsy now?
In the parking lot?

You're very jittery.
Are you eating
chocolate again?

Jordan, how do you plan
on explaining this?

What's to explain?
I'm not gonna slice
and dice the guy.

I just need
some trace evidence.
It might help.

Or you might contaminate
the whole crime scene.

Jordan,
make the call.

I'd be doing this
anyway, you know.

Homicide, please.

Yeah, it's Cavanaugh
from the M.E.'s Office.

Are Detectives
Young and Petrie
working tonight?

Oh, thanks.
They're on break.

Hey, guys.
It's Jordan.

I stumbled onto
something at a cleaner's
on Beacon Street.

Could you call me,
please? Thanks.

Satisfied?

You didn't
leave your number.

(SIGHS
DRAMATICALLY)

I hate
when I do that.

Look, I'll try again later!
Just make yourself useful.

No signs of blood
on the wheel
or the door handles.

Seat's back further
than this guy
would normally sit.

Meaning somebody else drove.

This guy definitely
put up a fight.

Bruising on the face,
knuckles, possible skin
under the nails.

I'm guessing
he's been dead
three to four hours.

Look at this!

Soot?

I don't know,
but it was on
the Bishop boy, too.

Gloria's running it
right now.

Check out his eyes.

The killer fights dirty.
Eye gouges,
thumbs on the eyelids.

Ouch.

Could you open
that, please?

What you got?

I love an eye fighter
when the victim
wears contacts.

With any luck, we'll get
a decent thumbprint off that.

What?

You're good.

Well, I learned
from the best.

You do work
here, right?

Work, live,
probably die
of old age. Why?

Then tell me,
why are we
sneaking around

like a couple of
small-time crooks?

Because this is
an unofficial investigation.

You just
autopsied a guy
in a van

and now
you're worried?

Look, I just don't want
anybody asking questions.

Hopefully, we'll get
a clean print off this.

Nice work, darling.

I won't be able to run
victim or suspect

until the computer room
opens in the morning.

Can you call in
a favor?

Might take a while.

Do we have a choice?

(DOOR OPENS)
MACY: Jordan.

Little late
for a family tour,
isn't it?

And I thought
I was an insomniac.

Evening, Max.

It's not
that I don't enjoy
seeing you,

but what the hell
are you two doing here?

I can't tell you.

Okay.

(STUTTERING) I mean,
I'd like to tell you,

Okay.

but I can't.
Jordan, tell him.

Tell him?

Garret, you remember
that boy versus SUV that
you handed me this morning?

MAX: Sweetheart, please, I...

EVELYN: No,
this is not working.
But I...

Fine, if you're gonna
be that way, but
I can't talk about it now.

No... No! I can't.
I'll call you later.

It's about Jordan...

Evelyn, it's not about
Jordan, it's about me.

(FIRMLY)
We'll talk about it
when I get home.

You okay?

I've felt better.

Well,

for what it's worth,

you seem like
the old you again.

Tired and frazzled?

Like you're alive.

Like I'm doing what I love.

I wish Evelyn
could see that.

Hi.

Morning, Doctor.

So, you have a minute?
Oh, well, I'm kind of busy.

We got four admits
last night, so...

Lily.

Dr. Macy,
about yesterday...

I owe you
a big apology.

The reason I turned you down
was I was afraid.

I mean, it's been
a long time since I felt
this way about anyone, and...

I really would like
to go out with you.

I know it's short notice,
but if you don't have
any plans for tonight,

I'd love to grab
that drink.

Sure!
I mean, yes.

When?

I don't know, 8:00?
Could leave from here.

Great! Okay, then.
Great.

It's great.
Yeah.

The nicks in both rib cages
give us the precise location

of where the bullets
entered the torso,

and it looks like
they were both
shot in the back.

How's that possible?

Did you check
the pistols?

Excuse me?

Three to one
they were never
fired, love.

It was their seconds.
Duelers always had them,

most often servants who
held their boss's belongings
during a fight to the death.

Their seconds
probably saw the duel
as an opportunity,

buried their employers,

and disappeared
with whatever valuables
they could steal.

Wow. And how exactly
did you put that together?

Yes, Encyclopedia
Brown, how?

Officer Candidate School.

History of Europe's
upper class.

(SCOFFS) They were always
killing each other
over one thing or another.

Nigel.

Candace.

Call me Nige.

Okay.

All is fair
in love and war.

JORDAN: Our guy's name
is Tommy Hughes,
a local bottom-feeder.

Three years
for armed robbery,

but got out early
on good behavior
21 months ago.

By all accounts
he's been living clean
since then.

Yeah, with one
minor slip-up.

Our killer's another story.
Guy's name is George Lupo.

He was Tommy's partner
on the robbery bust.

He's got a record
a mile long. He's
dangerous, Jordan.

Not like Hughes.

So when did he
get involved?

My guess,
when the boy died,
Hughes panicked

and turned to his pal
for advice.

But Lupo got greedy.

Hughes was useless to him.
He already had the girl.

So he took matters
into his own hands.

Listen to me, both of you.

A monster like this
doesn't let people go.

The minute
he gets the money,
he'll kill her.

There's gotta be
something else
we can do!

You've done
what you could, Jordan.

Call the Feds.

They're all
this little girl's
got left.

He's right.

So you have
known about this
since yesterday?

The Brownings said
no police.

Withholding information,
contaminating a crime scene.

How many laws were
you planning to break,
Doctor?

I didn't want to
jeopardize the situation.

Jeopardize?

So instead of contacting us,
you paid a visit
to the retirement home?

Oh, don't hold back
on my account, Meakes.

And by the way,
nice to see you, too.

Under other circumstances,
Max, I might feel differently.

Jordan needed some advice.
She did what she thought
was right.

So poor judgment
runs in the family,
I guess.

Guys, if you want to
discuss old times, maybe
we should take it outside.

(PHONE RINGING)

Here we go.

All right,
Mr. Browning...

Should I answer it?

Nice and calm.

Trace is up.

Hello?

LUPO: Listen carefully.
Put the 100,000
in a brown paper bag.

Put the bag in an empty sleigh
on the Children's Park
carousel at noon today,

then leave immediately.

No cops, no tricks,
or you'll never see
your daughter again.

Wait. Please
let me talk to her.

(DIAL TONE DRONING)

All right,
let's get a unit
over there, fast!

(CHILDREN CHATTERING)

(INAUDIBLE)

Are you okay?

I'll be better
when this is over.

These guys are the best.
You'll see.

(INAUDIBLE)

Suspect has the package.
He's exiting the park.

Position one, leave your post
and intercept north.
Let's shut him down.

Right, let's get him!
Go! Let's go!

(HORN HONKING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

WOMAN: Oh, my God!

Sarah! Where's Sarah?

Sarah!

Where's my daughter?

What did you
do to her?
Where is she?

Let's get this guy
to the morgue.

Garret, guys,
I need you.

What's going on?
Oh, long story.

Right now,
I just need
some answers.

To what?
Body that's
just coming in?

I need you guys to tell me
where this guy's been
for the last 24 hours.

Under analysis,

the hair fibers
from Mr. Lupo's clothes
aren't human.

Can you confirm
a match?

Canine.
So big deal,
the guy has a dog.

These hairs are burned.

The ash we found on the boy
matches Hughes'
and Lupo's shoes.

It says here 98% organic
with high traces
of bone matter.

Cremated ashes?

Yeah, looks like.

Chloroform, dog hair, ashes.
Where are you guys taking me?

Cons get some
pretty lousy jobs
when they're released.

How much you wanna bet
this guy worked at
an animal shelter?

I'll check his record.
No time.

There's only one place in town
with the facilities
we're looking for.

(DOGS BARKING)

Clear!

Sarah? Sarah?

Stay with
the Brownings.

Sarah, can you hear me?

Sarah, can you hear me?

Sarah!

Can we get this open?

Cut it!

(INAUDIBLE)

(SOBBING)
Sarah!

Oh, granted,
history interests me,

but what makes
people tick,

what they're willing
to die for,

that's what I find
truly fascinating.

Hence your knowledge
of dueling.

Oh, dueling's just
one small part of it.

I'm talking about
chivalry in general,

the complicated game
of cat and mouse
between man and woman.

Do you have lunch plans?
I'd really love to
continue chatting.

Well, there's
a nifty little tapas bar
right around the corner.

Okay. Thanks!

Did you hear that?

Guy's got the touch.

It's gotta be
the accent.

That boy can shovel it
with the best of them.

You know what's
really amazing?

My tie?

Besides that.

I got to do something today
that I've never been able
to do before.

I told a kid's parents
that their child was alive.

(LAUGHING)
How great is that?

Not bad for
a Medical Examiner.

Interested in
that drink tonight?

Oh, Howie,
you know I can't.

No funny business.
Just a few bad jokes

and a ride home
in a dirty Plymouth

with fast-food wrappers
on the back seat.

Sounds exciting!

Well, it's
how I snagged
my first wife.

Are you beepable?

Hmm!

I just have to
go somewhere first.

I'll keep it
on vibrate.

Wow.

(STUTTERING) Am I early?
I can come back.

No, no, no,
you're fine. Really.

Do I look okay?

I mean,
did I overdress?

I did, didn't I?
I can go change if...

No, this is...

I thought we could start
with dinner at my favorite
Italian restaurant.

They do this calamari
that is...

Do you eat squid?

I would try it.

You'll like it.

Then there's
this little club
that I know...

And you like jazz, right?

Are you kidding me?
Yeah...

(PHONE RINGING)

I...

Go ahead. You have to.

Yes, Macy.

Where?

(SIGHING) Okay.

It's bad news, huh?

Pileup on the Interstate,
three fatalities.
Lily, I am so sorry.

It's all right.
It's fine.

No, it's not.
It's not.

Maybe if I could finish
quickly, I can...

Can I come with you?

You want to go to the...
Takes a while to get there,
right? We could...

We can talk.

I just want to spend
time with you.

Let's go.

JORDAN: Hello?

Anybody home?
It's me.

(GASPS) Jeez!

What are you trying to do,
save electricity again?

Sorry.

You okay?

I mean, I thought you and I
had a pretty good day today.

Evelyn went
to visit her kids.

Said she expects an answer
when she gets back.

And, uh,

what's that answer
gonna be?

I don't know.

Listen, I was gonna
go have a drink
with someone tonight.

No, I don't feel like it.

How's about I whip up
a nice marinara?

Maybe it's better
I'm alone.

Come on! It'll be
just like old times!