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(CHRISTMAS MUSIC PLAYING)

Why are you making
such a big deal
out of this?

I'm just surprised.
That's all.

What? It's a cup
of coffee.

No, uh-uh, this is coffee,
Eddy. Okay?

Ground up beans
and boiled water.

What you got there,
that is a coffee drink.

It's a mochaccino.

Oh, I would keep
your voice down
if I were you.

(SIREN WAILING)
So this abuse
is your way

of thanking me
for lending you
crime scene photos?

Is that it?
I said I'd buy you
a cup of coffee.

(SIREN WAILING)
I didn't know you'd get
all frou-frou on me.

Oh, what the hell
is going on?

I don't know.
What do we got?

Officer down,
Lieutenant.

Intersection of Cypher
and Butler.
EMS is on scene.

(PAGER BEEPING)
Okay, I'll catch
you later, Jordan.

(SIRENS CONTINUE BLARING)
Gotta make sure
this guy's okay.

Eddy? He's not.

I'll meet you there.

Thomas Dell,
seven years
on the job.

Actually a great guy.

Didn't deserve this.

JORDAN: What happened?

He was on
foot patrol,

spotted illegal activity
at the high school
around the corner.

Suspect took off.
Dell went after him.

Single large caliber
bullet to the chest.

You catch the shooter?

Not yet.

Got a good description
from one of the kids,
though.

Big Jamaican guy.

Couldn't get a name.
(CLICKS)

Jordan, I know
you got a job
to do,

but the sooner we can
get him off the street...

Yeah, no problem.

Thanks.

(CAMERA CLICKS)

Listen to me.

I need everything
you can give me

to nail the son of a bitch
who did this. Okay?

(SOFTLY) Yeah.

(CHATTERING)

Did I miss
another memo?

This started
an hour ago.

Homicide detectives,
half of City Hall,
the D.A.'s Office.

Wow, all my favorites.

Tell me about it.
I think my ulcer's
coming back.

Now, pull whoever you need
and keep me posted
on every detail.

Would you expect
anything less?

It's my second week at chief
and I got a dead cop
in the crypt.

Do you realize what
a potential disaster
this is?

Okay, Garret, just relax.
I will handle it.
(SIGHS)

You promise?
Yeah.

Dr. Cavanaugh,
you got some messages.
Oh.

Kim, Annie.
Oh, another Kim.

They said they're
your old friends.

Yeah, thanks, Lily.

Just leave them
in my box.

Oh.

Officer Dell's wife is
here to ID the body.

All right,
I'll talk to her.

Dr. Macy, I...

I know this is
weird timing,

but I usually have
Christmas dinner
with my mom.

Yeah?

Well, the thing is,
she's driving to Albany
to see her aunt,

and I'm scheduled
to work, so...

No, go with your mom.
I'll get your shift covered.

Well, actually,
I was...

I was thinking
of cooking myself
this year.

I found this amazing
Thai fusion website,

and I thought maybe
if you're not busy,
you could come over.

You know,
I'd love to.

I just have this standing
arrangement with my ex.

Dinner with her
and my daughter
and Walter.

Walter?

My ex's boyfriend.

Ooh.
Yeah.

Well, it was
just a thought.

Lily?

I really appreciate
the invitation.

Hey.

Got a little taste
of the old sod

that'll help ring in
the holiday season.

Looks like
baby puke.

Hundred eighty proof
baby puke.

Wassail, mate.

Now, this recipe's been
passed down in my family
for centuries.

Along with some
very disturbing
genetic material.

Come on,
chin chin.

We're at work.
Just take a little nip.

Yet another good reason
to hate Christmas.

Who hates Christmas?

Who do you think?

Oh, well,
it is understandable,

considering the overwhelming
focus on Christmas
in this country.

You do gotta feel
kind of marginalized

if your people celebrate
Hanukkah, Kwanzaa,
Ramadan.

My mother still has
the 10-foot aluminum spruce
we got at Wal-Mart

and my father's played
the Elks Lodge Santa
for 15 years.

So why are you
such a Scrooge?

The aluminum spruce
isn't enough?

Christmas rocks.

There's caroling,
tree trimming...

Slipping in a little tongue
under the mistletoe.

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello.

Yeah, this is
Nigel Townsend.

The phrase
that pays, eh?

Yeah, well, I've got it.
"Jingle bells, Batman smells,
Robin laid an egg."

I did?

Oh, that's fabulous.

Yeah, sure,
I'll hold.

It's the Crazy Dave
morning crew from WHIT.

I just won
a Christmas ski weekend.

(GASPS)

So who's coming with?

Well, fine.
You just fight it out
amongst yourselves.

Man, this guy
is torn up.

Black Talon bullet.

This is the first one
you've seen?

Yeah.

Nasty little bastards.

They go in smooth
then they open up
into hooks.

NIGEL: Now, every bullet
has its own unique
percentage of heavy metals.

And we all know
how you love
heavy metal.

The heavier
the better.

I checked these numbers
on the FBI ballistics
website.

Our bullet's
from a factory
in Fort Worth.

Called the
state crime lab.

Turns out a box
of identical Black
Talon bullets

was seized during
a drug raid last month

in an apartment seven blocks
from where Officer Dell
was killed.

(MOUTHING)
Fancy that.

The name on the lease
was Robert Emery.

Did you run him
through BCI?

Turns out it was
an alias

for one Rudolph Coombs.

I believe you mentioned
the murder suspect
is Jamaican.

You rock my world, Nige.

(DIALING PHONE)

Hi, this is
Dr. Cavanaugh.

I need to speak
to Lieutenant Winslow
right away, please.

Hi.

So if you're
the boss now,

how come you're
still stuck in the
same lousy office?

Where's Abby?

Apparently, your
new ballistics tech

is, in your
daughter's words,

"tasty."

I'll make a note
to fire him.

So what's the problem,
Maggie?

Does there have
to be a problem?

For you to set foot
in this place, absolutely.

Walter invited
another couple
for Christmas dinner

and I just wanted
to prepare you.

Who are we
talking about?

Janice and Bill Hodges.

No. No,
forget about it.

Look, Walter is
Bill's best friend.

I...

He was also
your divorce attorney.

Listen, it's bad enough
I've got to split a turkey
with your boyfriend

just so I can see
my own daughter on
Christmas, for God's sake.

I know this is
uncomfortable,
but...

Uncomfortable?
It's unbelievable!

Wow.
I can't...

Sounds just like
old times.
(SCOFFS)

We were just discussing
Christmas dinner.

Yeah, I told you
he'd freak if you
invited Bill.

Well, I was just hoping
your dad might be
a little flexible

for a change.

I'd say letting
your boyfriend
live rent free

in the house
that I paid for

demonstrates
considerable flexibility.

Some might even
call it gymnastic.

Oh, come on,
you guys.

Oh, now listen, no,
I'll tell you what.

Listen, you invite
Bill Hodges.

Invite your mother
while you're at it too,

'cause I won't
be there.

Dad.
I'm sorry, Abby.

We can exchange presents
on Christmas Eve.

Maggie, thanks
for coming by. It's
always a pleasure.

Oh, yeah.

(EXHALES)

There it is.

(WHISPERING) Oh.

Hey.

Sorry about Dell.

Heard he was
a damn fine cop.

Yeah, he was.

You guys did great work.

We got an APB out
on Rudy Coombs.

I just hope
you nail him.

We will.

Well, it's good
to see you, Max.

Thanks for
coming down.

Why wouldn't
I come down?

I worked this precinct
for 18 years.

Yeah, I know.

Look, I didn't mean...
Sure, you did.

You meant I got
a lot of nerve walking
into a station house

I got thrown out of.

Well, I don't think
he was trying to
say that, Dad.

I know what
he was saying.

Nice seeing you, Eddy.

Mount Whitestone Lodge.
Looks nice.

Fresh mountain air,

the very real possibility
of willing romantic
conquests.

Ski bunnies?
So what do you say?

How much
is it gonna run?

Nothing. Gratis.

From me to you.

I'm not gonna have to sit
through some time share
seminar, am I?

It's the real deal.

Okay. Why not?

Sounds nice.
Sounds fun.

It'll be ripping fun, love.

You, me, a little skiing
and a lot of sex.

Guys, I just got
a call on another
officer-related death.

Two cops in two days.

Just when I decided
it wasn't another ulcer
after all.

No, actually, this time
it's the other way around.

Police found
the cop killer.

Where is he?

ER in Boston General.
Came in DOA.

(SIGHS)

We did CPR,
but he was long gone.

Well, how'd he die?

All I know is where he died,
and that's in police custody.

The rest is
your department.

Oh, thanks, guys.
This is us.

(SIGHING)

Cops did a real job
on him.

Mmm-hmm. Sign on
the dotted line.
He's all yours.

Who brought him in?

The officers
who apprehended him.

One stop shopping.

Apparently, he stopped
breathing en route
to the precinct.

You need any more,
I suggest you ask
the two cops,

Detective Edward Winslow
and Officer John Hardwick.

Officer Hardwick,
we're here from
the M.E.'s Office.

We just wanted to ask you
a couple questions.

We can't speak
to you, Jordan.

Not until we talk
to Internal Affairs.

Petechial hemorrhaging
in the eyes.

Some old scars here.
Nothing fresh.

Let's turn him over.

Well, check out
these bruises.

And more hemorrhaging.

They beat him and
then they choked him
to death.

Is that your
professional opinion?

All right,
what've we got?

Petechial hemorrhaging
in the eyes,

deep hemorrhaging
in the back.

He may have
been asphyxiated.

Well, that's
just great.

They could have come
from cardiac problems,

a brain aneurysm.

That conveniently blew
while he was in the back
of a police car?

There's no bruising
on his neck and his
hyoid bone is intact.

Well, chokeholds
don't always leave
a bruise.

It's arm to neck
contact, soft.

Do we have
the police report yet?

IAB isn't gonna release it
until they've completed
their investigation.

And everybody's got
their stories straight.

Before we all go
jumping to conclusions,

maybe I should see
what the police have
to say.

You do that.
In the meantime, Bug,

run every test
we've got.

When you're finished
with those, make up
a few more.

I want to know exactly
how this guy died.

We started the autopsy
on Coombs.

Some of it's
kind of hinky.

I was hoping
you might be able
to explain what happened.

You know I can't
talk to you, Jordan.

Off the record.

You're the M.E.
You are the record.

And I'm trying to do my job
in the most impartial way
that I can,

but without
knowing specifics,
IAB stonewalling.

They're not stonewalling.

They're required to keep
a lid on it for 48 hours
after the incident.

In 48 hours,
Macy could rule
this a homicide.

Any reason that
I should disagree?

Look, this goes
to the Grand Jury,

your career could be over.
You'd go to jail.

You think
I don't know that?

Well, you're not scared?

Yeah, I'm scared.

I'm scared as hell.

All I know is Coombs
was hopped up on
I don't know what.

He was acting erratic,
resisting arrest.

Why he died,
I don't know.

Maybe you got
a few shots in?

I subdued him according
to department regulations.

Let me tell you something.

This was not
an excessive force
situation.

And that's it?

Yeah, that's it.
It was by the book.

By the book in custody
shouldn't leave a man dead.

It shouldn't.

But it did.

I'm trying to help you, Eddy,
but I can't if you don't
tell me the truth.

You want to help me?

Be my friend.

I could really use
a friend right now.

Are you sure?
Absolutely.

I'm looking
forward to it.

I just need to figure out
what kind of wine

goes with
Thai fusion cuisine.

Oh, but what about
your family dinner?

Well, decided to take
a novel approach to
Christmas this year

and actually try
to enjoy myself.

Dinner with you sounds like
the perfect way to start.

Well...

Okay. It's great.
Is 7:00 okay?

I'll be there.

Okay.

See you.

Dr. Macy?

Deputy Chief
Jim Keller,
Boston PD.

Chief wanted me
to come down
and thank you

for all your good work
on the Dell case.

It's no problem.
That's what we're
here for.

He also wanted
to congratulate you
in being named Chief M.E.

In your confirmation hearing,
he'll be a good friend
to have.

Thanks, I'll keep
that in mind.

You know, that bastard
Coombs killed one of our
best officers.

It's a terrible tragedy.

We're not looking to
lose any more men,
if you get my meaning.

I'm not sure I do.

Look, the department
regrets any death
in custody.

When our people screw up,
we do something about it.

But Rudy Coombs
was a cop killer.

Eddy Winslow is
a decorated officer.

We're just asking you
to keep that in mind.

This is my third suicide
this week.

Christmas suicide season
started early this year.

(SIGHS)

Listen, you've known Nigel
longer than I have.

Is he...

What?
You know.

Oh.

You know,
I have no idea.

So he's never
come on to you?

Well, there was that one time
he asked me to marry him,

but I'm pretty sure
that was just business.

Why do you care?

I don't have a problem
with it, it's just...

The ski weekend
and the sex talk.

He slapped my ass.

Well, maybe
you're a naughty boy.

Seriously,

nothing good
can come of this.

You know, that's
a very limited
world view.

Now, if you were
a rootstalk borer weevil,

homosexuality would be
a very positive area
to explore.

I don't even
want to know.

The females,
they get it on together
all the time.

It improves their
reproductive success.

That's great, Bug,
but what does that
have to do with me?

The male beetles,
they like to watch.

It puts them in such
an erotic frenzy, they
can't help but join in.

But that's two girls.
Two girls is a whole
different thing.

Yeah.

Dr. Macy,

there's a police officer
here to see you.

Listen. (SIGHS)
I've been dealing
with cops all day.

Do me a favor
and see if you
can handle it.

The thing is...

He's got Abby
with him.

What's going on here?

I pulled your daughter over
for weaving in traffic,
Dr. Macy.

Suspect she's been drinking
a little tonight.

She's got a clean record.

Figured maybe you'd
want to handle this
yourself.

(SIGHS)

I appreciate that, Officer.

No problem.
Have a nice holiday.

Okay, before you lose it...

Are you out of your mind?

Drinking and driving?
You might as well put
a gun to your head,

not to mention,
kill somebody else.

Damn it, Abby, when
are you gonna start
taking responsibility

for your actions?

Oh, like you?

That's it, get your ass
in my office right now.

Walter's coming
to pick me up.

You called Walter?

He's meeting me
downstairs.

We can finish this lecture
at Christmas dinner.

Oh, wait. (SNICKERING)

That's right, I forgot.

You're blowing it off.

Way to be responsible, Dad.

(ELECTRICAL BUZZING)

Hello, mate.
Getting excited
to hit the slopes?

Look, Nigel,

I'm not into that.

Not everyone's
a winter sportsman.

I mean, half the people
don't even make it
onto the slopes,

if you know what I mean.

I do.

And I pass.

Okay.

But you'll never know
what you're missing.

Probably better
that way.

What I can't figure out
is why the police
are stonewalling.

They've got
something to hide.

I know Eddy Winslow.
He's a good guy.

Yeah, he's also a cop.

Meaning?

Suspects of color
like Rudy Coombs

get treated more violently
by the police than
white suspects.

Dude, you're right,
but that's not even
the issue.

The guy was a cop killer.
Wouldn't matter what
color he was.

No? Okay,
how many times have
you been pulled over

in the last
six months?

None, but...
I've been pulled over
three times.

No big shock, Bug.
I've driven with you.

Okay, it sucks.

But Rudy Coombs sold drugs
to school kids.

He killed
a police officer.

We'll never really know
that for sure, will we?

I mean, your friend,
what's his name?

Eddy Winslow.
Eddy Winslow
made sure of that.

That's not fair.
We don't know
what really happened.

Yeah, well, I'm starting
to wonder if you really
want to.

What's that
supposed to mean?

One way or another,
the truth's gonna
come out.

Macy just ordered
a coroner's inquest

to investigate
Rudy Coombs' death.

JORDAN:
A coroner's inquest?

I didn't know that statute
was still in the books.

It is, as a last resort
to determine cause
of death.

Jordan, I'm caught between
a D.A. looking to ride
police brutality

to the mayor's office
and a bunch of cops
who aren't talking.

An inquest could lead
to a grand jury.

Well, maybe it should.

According to Eddy,
this guy was combative

and stoned
out of his mind.

Then maybe he can tell us
why Coombs' tox screen
came up clear,

or why when
we opened his head,

we found this.

Cerebral contusion.

Yeah. I think
your pal Eddy Winslow

beat the crap
out of this guy.

I'm calling this inquest
as a courtesy to
the police department,

'cause from where I'm sitting,
it's a straight up homicide.

Man, Jordan.
You look fantastic.

Is that what
being single
looks like?

Kim. Annie.
What are you guys
doing here?

God.
Well, since you've
been avoiding us,

we figured
we'd track you down.
That's right.

You know, this isn't
the best place.

Come with me.
Come on.

And I haven't been
avoiding you.

Oh, please.
We didn't come
all the way down

to this nasty ass
funeral home

to listen to
a line of bull.

It's a morgue,
not a funeral...

Whatever.

I didn't mean
anything by it.
I just figured...

What?
That you'd
blow us off

before we had
the chance
to do it to you?

Yeah, maybe.

Fine. Apology accepted.

Don't you
feel better?

Oh, yeah, a lot.

Good.

So we'll see you
tomorrow night,
Rathgar Pub.

The Rathgar?
Oh, guys. I don't know.
That place is a real dive.

Well, then
we'll meet
at your place.

I'll bring the blender.
You supply the rum.

Actually, I think I...
I have...

(SIGHS)
Don't even try it.
Address?

227 Pearl Street,

Apartment 311.

All right, we'll be
there at 8:00.

And listen,
you blow us off again,

I swear,
I'm laying you out
on one of those slabs.

Jordan, we're starting
the inquest.

You look stressed.

I got here at 7:00
this morning

and I already had
three messages from
Deputy Chief Keller.

What did he want?
An undetermined cause
of death for Rudy Coombs

or my job.

I also got
two messages
from the D.A.,

but I'm sure
he just called
to chat.

Hey, Garret, listen,
if it means anything,

I thought about it.
You're doing
the right thing.

(SIGHING)

I'll be sure
to list you
as a reference

on my Burger Barn
application.

Couldn't let it go,
could you?

I had nothing
to do with this.

Yeah, Macy
called the inquest.

He had no choice.

If this is about
settling old scores, you...

Oh, come on, Eddy.
I tried to help you.

But you wanted
to handle it your way.

You brought this
on yourself.

Let me just say
that a coroner's inquest
is not a trial.

It's a finding of facts.

Now, in this case,
we're attempting
to determine

the cause of death
for Rudolph C. Coombs.

The District Attorney
will review our findings

and decide whether
any further action
is warranted.

Oh, and while testimony
at this proceeding
is voluntary,

it's also admissible
in a court of law.

Everybody clear?

Let's begin.

Officer Hardwick,
you made
the radio call

reporting the location
of Mr. Coombs?

Yeah, I, spotted him
entering a club
in Dorchester

and called for backup.

Lieutenant Winslow was
the responding officer?

Yes, sir.

Lieutenant and I took
the suspect into custody.

Did Mr. Coombs
resist arrest?

Yeah. Yeah,
he took off running.

Officer Winslow had
to catch him to cuff him.

Coombs was acting
all crazy, you know,
like he was on something.

What happened next?

Lieutenant and I started
to drive Coombs back
to the station.

Did you
or Lieutenant Winslow
ever strike

or otherwise violently
subdue Mr. Coombs?

No. It was all by the book.

And this rookie cop, Hardwick,
he was just tap dancing
the whole time.

Come on, Jordan.
What do you
expect him to do?

Rat out
a senior officer?

Yeah, well, it's not like
it never happens.

That was different.

I think that Eddy may have
actually killed this guy.

And if he didn't, why isn't
he telling me the truth
about what happened?

Before your mother died,

I never thought twice
about something going wrong
on the job.

And even if
something did,

I knew your mother would
still be there for you.

Then she wasn't.

And I promised myself
that no matter what happened
on the street,

I was coming home to you
at the end of the day,

and if that meant hurting
the bad guys before
they hurt me,

I could live with that.

Well, I understand that, Dad.

But it's my job
to get to the truth.

Something you'll learn
eventually,

what's right

isn't necessarily
the truth.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

You're the death expert.

Is there such a thing
as justifiable homicide
of a 17-year-old?

I'd say the smart money's
on Abby taking us both
out first.

I yelled at her.
I grounded her.

Short of locking her
in a cage, I'm fresh
out of ideas.

I still can't believe
she did it.

If anyone in the world knows
better than to drive drunk,
it's the daughter of an M.E.

(SIGHING)
She's really angry.

I keep trying
to figure out
how we got here.

I mean,
did we screw up
that badly?

(CHUCKLING) Well,
let's face it, Garret.

It was never
Father Knows Best.

It wasn't exactly the
Manson family, either.

Do you remember
how sweet she was
when she was four?

That first summer
at the beach.

We had the cottage from hell
up at the Cape.

With the pipes that sounded
like someone was strangling
a whale.

Remember you slashed
your foot open on that
broken bottle

and Abby got sprayed
by a skunk that was just...

Magical times, right?
(LAUGHING) Yeah.

Dr. Macy, I...

Oh, I didn't mean
to interrupt.

I just need you
to sign this release.

Or I can come back.

No, no. It's...
It's fine.

Lily, this is my ex-wife,
Maggie. This is Lily.

Hi, there.
Didn't mean to interrupt.

No, no, no problem.
We were just plotting
parental strategy.

(LAUGHING) Oh.

Here you go.
Thank you.

Okay.
All right. It was nice
meeting you.

NIGEL: (LAUGHING)
Does that tickle?

Now, turn around,
sweetheart.

(WOMAN AND NIGEL LAUGHING)

Oh, you are so perfect.
Turn around, gorgeous.

There you go. Come on,
pull up your hair.

Oh, I love it when you
do that. Yeah.

So you were able to subdue him
and cuff him at this point?

Yeah, I mean,
it wasn't easy.
He was resisting,

but I finally got him
into the car.

And at what point did you
think that there might
be a problem?

Well, he was freaking
out the entire drive.

About halfway to the station,
we realized he'd been quiet
for a couple of minutes.

We pulled the car over
to check on him
and he was dead.

Okay, thank you,
Lieutenant Winslow.

Excuse me, Dr. Macy?
Would it be all right if
I asked a few questions?

Go right ahead,
Dr. Cavanaugh.

Lieutenant, in subduing
Mr. Coombs,

are you sure you never applied
any pressure to his neck?

Chokeholds are against
department policy.

We found
petechial hemorrhages
in his eyes,

indicating asphyxiation.

I wouldn't know
anything about that.

Let me run a scenario
past you. Just tell me
if it sounds right.

Rudy Coombs makes you
for a cop. Runs.

You give chase.

Maybe when he fell,
You don't move!

he hit his head on
the pavement.

He didn't hit his head.

And yet he has a bruise
on his brain.

Do you know
how that happens?

No, I don't.

Well, someone has to hit you
hard enough for your brain
to smash against

the inside of your skull.

I didn't hit him.

Well, you described
Mr. Coombs as combative,
belligerent, intoxicated,

and yet his tox screen
came back clear.

He appeared
to be intoxicated.

He was also 6'4"
and 240 pounds.

Add belligerent to the mix,
that's quite an impressive
takedown.

Let's say after the initial
shock of the fall,
he tried to fight back.

(GROANING)

You knew this guy had
no trouble killing a cop.

You tried to regain control
the only way you could.

You get a hold of his neck
and squeeze.

He crumps, nice and easy.

I did not choke
Rudy Coombs.

Let's be honest, Lieutenant.
You hated this guy.

He was a cop killer.
You got angry.

No.
You wanted him dead.

I didn't kill him, okay?

I do things by the book.

A suspect died on your watch.
What book is that in?

That's not how it happened.

If you've got something
to say, Officer Hardwick,
now's the time.

Sorry, Lieutenant Winslow.
I can't let you do it.

I saw Coombs go into the club.
I called for backup.

Before backup arrived,
Coombs leaves the building.

He was acting all weird,
you know, talking to himself.

He was gonna get away.

I ordered him down
to the ground.

Freeze! Freeze,
don't move!

Hand on your head!
Cross your legs.

Other hand,
other hand.

When I went to cuff him,
the guy really lost it.

Get off me!
Don't move!

I had him on his stomach.

(COOMBS GROANING)
Stay down!

You know, I had
the upper hand and I didn't
want to lose it, so...

Stay down!

I kneeled on him,

you know, just to keep him
down until backup arrived.

How long did you
kneel on his back?

Felt like a minute,
maybe two.

Then what happened?

He went limp.

Just stopped breathing.

(STAMMERING)
I tried to give him CPR,
you know,

but I don't know
what happened.

Bellows effect.

Sustained compression
to the back keeps the
lungs from expanding.

It can happen in minutes.

I didn't mean to kill
the guy, though, you know?

What about
the head injury?

I don't know.

I don't think I hit him,
but it was all going so fast.

So Lieutenant Winslow
wasn't there?

HARDWICK: Till after Coombs
stopped breathing.

We took him to the ER,
but it was too late.
He was already dead.

I'm sorry.

(SIGHS) Well, in light
of this testimony and
the forensic evidence,

I have no choice but to rule
the death of Rudolph Coombs
a homicide

at the hand of
Officer John Hardwick.

I'll pass these findings
along to the D.A.,

and they'll determine whether
or not a grand jury will
be convened.

All right, that's it.

Proud of yourself?

You didn't just sell me out,
you destroyed that kid's life.

Thanks for
being a friend.

Hey, Lily.
Oh!

(CHUCKLING) You.

I finished up
the holiday schedule.

I'll make sure
it's posted.

So is everything okay
with your daughter?

(SIGHING) Actually,
I'm not sure anymore.

I'm really not
a part of her life,

just a nagging,
overwrought parent.

Well, have you tried
talking to her?

No, not yet. I figured
we both need a little
cooling off period.

It's probably best
that I'm not gonna see her
over the holiday.

Wouldn't even know
what to say.

But I'm gonna see you
tomorrow night.

Oh, Dr. Macy, I hate
to do this on such
short notice,

but it looks like my mom's
not driving to Albany
after all.

Oh, is it...
That's fine.

(SIGHS) I was really
looking forward to it.

I just can't let
my mom eat alone.

And trust me, you're
not ready to meet her.
She's totally insane.

(CHUCKLING)

It's not a problem.
We'll do it some other time.

Oh, definitely.
It's just,

you know,
Christmas and family.

I mean, it can be
a hassle, but they're
your family, right?

Yeah.

See you.

Hey. I just got your page.
What's up?

I just ran
an iron stain test on
Rudy Coombs' brain contusion.

Take a look.

Iron globules.
The red blood cells are
already broken down.

Which means the contusion
is approximately
five days old.

But Coombs died
three days ago.

Which means he already
had the brain injury when
he died in custody.

Which would explain
his delusional behavior.

Listen, Bug, I know how
you feel about this case.

My feelings have nothing
to do with this.
I'm a scientist.

I was just doing my job.

TREY: Hey, Nigel,
what's up?

This tire tread analysis
on that hit and run
in Brookline.

This look like
a radial to you?

I was thinking maybe
a snow tire.

It's your world, man.
I just live in it.

So about the ski trip,
I'd like to go if
the offer still stands.

I knew you'd
change your mind.
(LAUGHING) Yeah.

Let me ask you,

I saw you and your girlfriend,
you know, the other night.

Why didn't you ask her?
Girlfriend?

In the lounge?
Oh, Caitlin.

Yeah.

She's one
of my models.
Models?

I do a bit of designing
on the side.

Couture.

It's in my blood.

If you came to beat my ass
to a pulp, get in line.
Police Chief has dibs.

This isn't mine. It belongs
to the late Officer Dell.

The bruise on Rudy Coombs'
brain was five days old,

which means it was inflicted
the day he killed Dell.

We just pulled an intact hair
with root off the business
end of that thing.

And it matched Coombs?

Yep. Looks like Dell
got in at least one shot
before Coombs killed him.

So the kid didn't
beat on him.

It went down just like
Hardwick said.

The whole thing
was an accident.

You think you can
sell that to the D.A.?

We'll see if he's buying.

JORDAN: Eddy?

We got some
new forensic evidence
on the Coombs case.

You already drop kicked
the kid. You want to
take a victory lap?

It exonerates him
for the beating.

D.A.'s not gonna
press charges.

What are you telling me?
Hardwick's off the hook?

(CHUCKLING)
Well, that's great.

Hey, listen, things got
pretty heated during
the inquest.

We both said
a lot of things...

Yeah. Yeah, I'm...
I'm sorry about that.

I know you were
just doing your job.

I guess I was also a little
pissed that you wouldn't
level with me.

Well, I couldn't.
How come?

Because a spotless
11-year career
and Lieutenant stripes

can absorb a death in custody
a hell of a lot easier than
a brand new uniform.

Yeah, but why this guy?
Why risk it all for him?

Maybe I'm just
in the Christmas spirit.

Dr. Macy, a little
holiday cheer.

Chief wants you to know
he's grateful.
For what?

We know you called the D.A.
on the kid's behalf.

We just want
to say we appreciate
you playing ball.

I play a lot of things.

Low stakes poker,
vintage Benny
Goodman records,

even the occasional
game of charades
when I'm drunk enough.

But one thing I don't
play with is the truth.

This office is independent
and so am I, so you take
that bottle back to your boss

and tell him what
I just told you.

And the next time you show
up in my morgue, you better
be wearing a toe tag.

I'll see you then.

Hey.
Hey.

Thanks.
(CLEARING THROAT)

I'm sorry to
barge in on you like this.

What's on your mind?

I just wanted to
say the other day
at the precinct,

I didn't mean
any disrespect.

Okay.

Your daughter asked me
a question tonight.

I've been driving around
trying to figure out
the answer.

Well, Jordan'll
do that to you.

She asked me why
I risked my badge
for a rookie cop.

Well, it was a stand-up
thing to do.

I just wish I'd done it
for you five years ago.

You did what you had to do.
Max, come on.
I could've lied.

I could've told IAB
I didn't see you
beat that guy up.

You got him
to give up the name
of a serial rapist.

I also put him
in the hospital.

I crossed the line
and we both know it
wasn't the first time.

But we were partners.

Let it go, Eddy.

I have.

Want a drink?

I'm on duty.
But thanks.

I'll tell you what,
I'll take a rain check.

Take care of yourself.
Lot of crazies out
on Christmas Eve.

Yeah.

(CHRISTMAS MUSIC PLAYING)

(SIGHING)

So, Lily, what form
of wretched holiday excess

have you got lined up
for tomorrow night?

I'm just hanging out at home.
Probably turn in early.

So you're gonna
be by yourself?

Yeah.
Good.

I'll pick you up at 6:00.
For what?

Want to spoil
my Christmas surprise?

Dress casual.

Hark, the ball, Rapunzel.

(CHUCKLING)
Are you ready?

You've got to be kidding me.
It's 20 degrees out there.
Where's your car?

You miss half the
scenery that way.
Get down here.

(WHISTLING)

Hop on, love.

What's wrong?

Nigel, I've got to know
what your intentions are.
My intentions?

For us. This weekend?

Hopefully, we're
gonna get lucky.

See, now that's what
I'm talking about.

What, there's a problem
with that?
Are you gay?

Well, what difference
would it make
if I was or I wasn't?

Right now it would make
a pretty big difference.

Well, never really gave
it much thought.

What are you talking about?

All right, I'm staying home,
okay?

Trey, it's freezing.

I'm not gonna
sit here and discuss
my sexual proclivities.

Now, you are my friend,
you are my colleague,

you are not my lover,
so get on the back
of the bike. Please?

That's it, sweetheart.

Now just hold on to my hips
and leave the driving to me.

So I'm looking
at the name on the docket
and something strikes me.

"Robbie Keating."
I know this guy.

Varsity baseball
Robbie Keating?

(KIM LAUGHING)

What'd he do?
Check fraud.

You're kidding.

Who knew he
could even write?

(LAUGHING)

Was he still hot?
Oh, smoking.

Oh, he was?
Too bad. I got him
eight years.

(EXCLAIMING)

We'll miss him.

(LAUGHING)
Oh my God, Jordan,
look at your hair.

Yeah.
(LAUGHING) Look at this.

Yeah, the '80s were
a bitch, huh?

(EXCLAIMING)

(LAUGHING)

You know,
I owe you guys
an apology.

For not calling you back.

Jordan, we've been
over all that.

The truth is, I just didn't
really want to see you.

Well, that hurt.

Well, it's just that we're all
in such different places
right now.

You know, I mean,
you guys have real lives
and I've got

issues.

And we don't?

No, let's be honest.
Look, I love you guys,

but do you really want me
in a sandbox with your kids?

I mean, I might say something
and freak them out for life.

(SIGHS) Jeez, Jordan, why does
everything have to be so
damn complicated with you?

Nobody is perfect.
And no one is
asking you to be.

You're weird, all right.
You always have been
and we were friends anyways.

Nothing's changed.

We just wanted to
hang out with you,
that's all.

We missed you
all these years.

(LAUGHING) Oh, God.
I missed you guys, too,
you know.

JORDAN: Hey, hey, hey,
don't spill my drink.
Come on.

KIM: Oh, please.
We still have
half a blender left.

(PLAYING GUITAR)

Come here.

(DOORBELL RINGING)

Hey, Dad.
Hey, Abby.

(KIDS CHATTERING)

Whoa! Whoa!

I still can't believe
how big that thing is.

Hey, shouldn't I
be smelling turkey
by now?

Oh, about the turkey.
Oh, not again.

I've been meaning
to get a new oven.
For 10 years.

You want pepperoni
and green peppers?

(CHUCKLING) Maybe with
a little extra cheese.
It is Christmas.

Make yourself useful
and plug this in, please.

(CHUCKLING)
Beautiful.

Just beautiful.

Merry Christmas, Jordan.
Merry Christmas, Dad.