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(PHONE RINGING)

(MAN GRUMBLING)

Hello?

No, she's
sleeping.

Hold on.

(GROANS)

It's for you.

Garret somebody.

Yeah.

Hello.

Oh, nobody.

So what's up?

Yeah, I can be there
in 15 minutes.
I know where it is.

Okay, see you.

So.

So.

We had sex last night.

Sure looks that way.

Okay! I gotta go.

You mind if I wait here
till you get back?

Sure.

Work, huh?

Bank robbery.
Couple people
were killed.

Great way to
start your day.

Yeah, well, that's why
they pay me the big bucks.

(TYLER MOANING)

Aw.

Morning, Jordan.

Sleep well?

Yeah, fine.

Roommate sounded nice.

Though I don't remember you
mentioning you had a roommate.

Are you teasing me,
Garret?

Of course not.

I'm your boss.
It would be inappropriate
for me to tease you.

Yes, it would.

Besides, it's really
none of my business.

That's right,
it isn't.

Hey, there. Hi.
How are you?

You guys are the medical
examiners, right?

I'm Dr. Macy.
This is Dr. Cavanaugh.

I'm Detective Hoyt.

You know what? Let's just
can all the "Detective" and
"Doctor" stuff, all right?

You can just
call me Woody.

Ah. So, where you
from there, Woody?

Just transferred from
Kewaunee, Wisconsin.

Little slow there,
so I figured

I'd move to the big city
once I got my shield.

What was it
that gave me away?

Was it the Wisconsin
accent, there, you know?

No, no. Actually,
it was the tie.

Yeah.

So what do we got?

Okay, two heavily
armed suspects

entered the bank just
a few shakes after
it opened this morning,

disarmed the guard,

and got roughly
$8,000 from
the cash drawers.

Were the tellers able
to drop a dye pack in?

Yes. Yes,
they did.

One of the new
fluorescent kind.

When it goes off,
the robber doesn't
know it,

but the cash
still gets marked.

MACY: So how did the
shooting start?

Well, depends
who you ask.

Witnesses say that the guard
pulled an ankle gun,
got a shot off,

poor woman got shot.

The guard took one
in the shoulder.

Any security
video?

Yeah the feed
goes to a lockbox
off premises.

The manager's
gonna bring it
by the precinct later.

Looks like she got caught
in the crossfire.

Wrong place,
wrong time.

Looks like the guard
got off a lucky shot.
Full body armor.

Bullet passed
through the right side
of the neck.

I left the mask on.
I didn't want to
touch the body.

Wouldn't want you folks
getting upset.

The other robber was
wearing a Bush mask.

George, Sr.,
that is.

Looks like Bill was
the unlucky one.

Not Bill.

Not Bill?

Hillary.

I mean, he just shows up
with a bottle of wine.

"Hi, I'm Tyler,
and I'm ruggedly
handsome,

"and I thought
I'd just drop by
on my way back to LA."

Next thing you know,
my pants are gone.

When I said this really
wasn't any of my business,
what I meant to say...

No, it's actually the
best situation, though.

I mean, the guy's only
passing through.

I'm an adult.

If I want to have
casual sex, that's my
God-given right, right?

This is a conversation
you should be having
with one of your girlfriends.

Sure, I'll invite
the book club over

so we can discuss it
while we're doing our nails.

Hi, guys. Hi.

I'm not catching you
at a bad time, am I?

No, we're just having
some girl talk.

Oh. Okay.

We got an ID on the woman
killed in the crossfire.

Sydney Raines Wheeler,

leaves behind a husband
and a three-year-old son.

I guess she's a
bigwig here in town.

Have you guys
heard of her?
Sydney Wheeler. Sure.

Boston Brahmin family.
She does a lot
of charity work.

You run the prints
on the dead bank robber?

Oh, yeah, you betcha.
Bonnie Perazzo.

Record's pretty clean.
Nothing like armed robbery.

We've pushed
the autopsy.

We're gonna wait for
your guys to collect the
bullet from the bank.

All right, swell.
So, I'll see you two
over at the precinct.

The precinct?

The guard's out
of the hospital.

He's gonna talk us through
the security video.

Should be pretty
informative there.

You don't mind
coming down, do you?

No!

No, it's just we're
not used to the police
being so cooperative.

You two have
a good one, now.

Right back
at you, Woody!

Whatever that guy is on,
I want some.

Oh, my sweet Lord.

Is that you?

Excuse me.

Oh!

Lily, can I speak
to you for a moment?

Sure, Dr. Macy.

What do you know
about this?

(GASPING)
Wait, is this you?

Oh, look at
all your hair!

Someone's been
going through my
personal scrapbook,

and the thief
took the liberty of
removing that photo

and putting it on the
employee bulletin board.

I never knew you
were a drummer.

I'm not a...

Look, this picture was
taken when I was
seven years old.

Well, who's this guy
behind you?

That's my father.

Your dad, huh?

I've never heard you
talk about him.

It's because there's
nothing to talk about.

Look, fun is fun,
but I'm the chief now.

I have to maintain
respectability, you know,
project authority.

I can't have people
putting my baby pictures
on display.

It's just a prank,
Dr. Macy.

Well, how would you like it
if somebody took a picture
of you?

Drumming?

Golly,

I don't think I could
ever show my face again.

Man, I always fall
for drummers.

Wow, at least it was
a happy ending.

Funny, doesn't
sound that happy.

Died on a bus on
his way to Braintree.

Barney Zimmerman, 78.

How tragically
unglamorous.

Cause of death?
Natural.

Just received his
medical records.

Mr. Zimmerman suffered
from arterial sclerosis.

What, so you're gonna
rule it a heart attack,
just like that?

Just like that.
Cause and effect.

Cause, bad heart.
Effect, dead.

And here I thought you had
a reputation for going
the extra mile, Buggles.

Leaving no stone unturned.

The Bug I know would
at least run a tox screen.

I will run nothing.
And why not?

Because there are
no question marks.

This is a sign-out,

and I will not autopsy
just for the sake
of self-amusement.

For once, I will not have
to spend countless hours

cutting and probing
and tox-screening.

This is simple, Nigel,

and I am in desperate
need of simplicity.

You're not just
a wee bit curious?

I am not in the
least bit curious.

Okay, Mr. Driscoll.

Why don't you take us through
what happened this morning?

I'll do the best I can.
This all happened
pretty fast.

JORDAN: There's
Sydney Wheeler.

Yeah, this is about 20
minutes after we opened.

That's me by the
front entrance there.

I got a buddy who does
guard duty at the First Union
a couple blocks away.

Sometimes we chat
on the walkie-talkies.

Guess that's why
I didn't see them
come in.

There, that's
George there.

He's gonna take
my sidearm,

and he puts me down,

tells everybody
to stay put.

And Bill, he doesn't
say anything.

He just...
He's gonna go
for the cash.

Did they ask about
the vault or try to get
the manager's keys?

I don't know.
They were shouting a lot.

See, they ain't
looking at me,

so I reached for my
ankle piece here,

and I'm starting
to draw a bead
on Bill over here,

but before I can
get off a shot,

watch up here in the
right hand corner,

upper right hand corner,
right there.

MACY: George shot it out.

Yeah.
Where is he now?

He's back
by the loan area.

Bill turned around
when he heard the blast

and saw that I had
my gun out, so...

So I had no choice.

I shot him.

George is shooting
at me now,

and I got a shot off

but then he got me
in the shoulder,

and I spun him around,
and right here
he shoots the lady,

Sydney Wheeler,
right there.

It's my fault she's dead.

There's something
seriously wrong
with that video.

I mean, those two looked
like they didn't know
the first thing

about robbing a bank.

all the machine guns?

Clothes don't make
the man, Hoyt.

We already know
Bonnie was an amateur.

I'm guessing Clyde
was, too.

You know,
and all that trouble
for $8,000?

I don't think so.
What do you think, Doc?

I'm not the resident
conspiracy theorist.

You guys are like a regular
Mulder and Scully, you know?

Except switched around.

You're more like Mulder,
and you're more like...

Thanks, Woody,
I got it.

I love that show.

Barney was such
a wonderful man.

I just can't
believe he's gone.

We're very sorry
for your loss,
Mrs. Zimmerman.

Do you have any idea
why he was taking
a bus to Braintree?

Last night he mentioned
he was visiting
his mother's grave,

which is just where
he'd want to be buried,

right beside her.

Oh, how Barney loved
that dear woman.

I'm sure he knows
you're taking good
care of him.

Now, if you'd
just sign here...

Just one question first,
if you don't mind.

I couldn't help
but notice,

here on Barney's
admitting form for his
most recent heart surgery,

dated just
one month ago,

that he's listed himself
as divorced.

Well,

Barney and I had
our problems, but

we were reconciling.

How lovely.

However, since you're
not next of kin,

we'll have to hold on
to Barney for now.

I don't like you.

What the hell was that?

Foul play, Buggles.

Foul, foul play.

MACY: Is this your wife,
Mr. Wheeler?

Yeah, that's Syd.

Man, I can't believe
this is happening.

From everything we heard,

Sydney was a
very special woman.

I told her never
to go anywhere alone.

Everyone knew
that she had money.

That made her
a target.

She should have
been protected.

But she had
to make that deposit
every Monday morning,

8:00 am.

She had a good heart.

What'd she get for it?

You have a beautiful son.

Huh?

Isn't that your boy,
Mr. Wheeler?

Yeah. Jack.

Syd was getting up there
when we had him.

Weren't exactly
planning it,
you know?

She called him
a miracle baby.

Thank God he's too little
to understand what
happened to his mom.

We're doing everything
we can to find out
who did this to your wife.

Thanks.

Come on, Jack.

Sure has a lot of
affection for his kid.

Well, grief does
strange things
to people.

I've been telling people
their loved ones have died
for 17 years.

I know what grief
looks like.

Jeez, Garret,
you're starting
to sound like me.

(SIGHS)

You're home
early.

I was just, uh,

freshening up.

Ah.

I ordered the pies
all by myself.

Aren't you the
resourceful one?

I read in a book
somewhere

chicks dig the whole
candlelight thing.

Oh, wow,
you're reading now?

Huh. That's a new trick.

Oh, I got lots of tricks
you don't know about.

So why don't you
take off that towel
and show me?

You just want me
for my body.

Oh, and that's
a problem why?

You know, it's too bad
you're headed back to LA,

'cause I could really
get used to this.

Funny you should
say that.

Funny how?

I got a job today.

It's just
construction,

but the pay's
pretty good.

Where?

Here.

Here, in, uh...

In Boston?

It's a great city.

Wow.

Towel's staying on, huh?

I was right
about Ryan Wheeler.

Had our new friend Woody
do some digging.

All right, now I'm
officially scared.

What have you done
with my real boss?

Ryan's a jack
of all trades.

He owns a bar in Southie,
and listen to this,

before they tied the knot,
he was Sydney's bodyguard.

Let me guess.
They fell in love,
just like in the movies.

The word in the society page
is Sydney likes her boys bad.

It's too bad
she didn't know
his history.

Guy tried to take a
middle-aged wealthy deb
for a ride down in Florida.

Married her and
tried to cash out
half her inheritance.

So he kicked it up
a notch?

He actually had
his wife killed?

When is a bank robbery
not a bank robbery?

When it's a murder.

Yeah.

Woody's on his way in
for the autopsy.
I'll see you there.

Can't wait.
Yeah.

Hey, Bug.

How's it going?

Swell, I guess.

Listen, you didn't happen
to see a picture of me

on the bulletin board
yesterday morning, did you?

Picture?

No! No.

Because I'm having
my scrapbook
dusted for prints,

and you might want to let
the responsible party know
that I will find them.

Okay?

Okay.

I'll let them know.

Carry on.

NIGEL: Oh, Doctor?

This is
Delbert Zimmerman,

Barney's brother.

It's a pleasure
to meet you, Dr. Vid...

Ooh, that's a long one.

What can I do for you,
Mr. Zimmerman?

Well, I'm here
for Barney.

Of course.

(SLURRING)
Barney was the biggest
Boston Red Sox fan there is.

He personally asked me
to make sure that
when he kicked,

that I scatter his...

Remains.

That's right.
Scatter them over Fenway.

You see,
then Barney would be
part of the Sox, forever.

Isn't that
a beautiful story?

And so convincing, too.

Actually, Mrs. Zimmerman
filed a court order to
get custody of the body.

You want me
to go to court?

Damn it, I will!

I know.

You're not
the least bit
curious.

Lily, do you have
any idea

how a pair of drumsticks
found their way onto my desk?

Sure. I put them there.

I'm making cookies
in the toaster oven.
Do you want some?

Why?

They're a present.

Maybe they'll help you
reconnect with your
inner wild child.

Listen, I really
appreciate the gesture,
but as I've already...

If you don't like them,
I can just take them back.

Or you can just
say thank you,
like a normal person.

Thank you, Lily.

Welcome.

(TOASTER DINGS)
Oh!

You're not gonna
give Daddy's body
to Delbert, are you?

Just because
he lived in our house
and sponged off us

doesn't give him
any right.

Ms. Zimmerman,
you are now the third
family member

who has requested
your father's body.

The matter has now
gone to the courts.

There's nothing I can do.

But it's not fair!

For curiosity's sake,

what were your father's
last wishes for his remains?

Oh, well, Daddy was

in the Navy

during

the war,

so he wanted to be
buried at sea,

so he could rest

with his fallen
countrymen

and women.

How touching.

All right, then.

I'll be patient.

But just so you know,
if you could

see fit to give
Daddy to me,

I would be

grateful.

(WHISPERING SEDUCTIVELY)
Very grateful.

Damn you, Nigel.

Thought you guys didn't
start cutting till you got
them in their birthday suits.

In cases involving
body armor,

it's best if we
do it ourselves.

Wouldn't want to disturb
any of the forensics.

This neck wound is
superficial. Didn't sever
any major arteries.

The guard's bullet
just grazed her.

I've got an entrance
wound at the base
of her left palm.

Missed it
at the scene.

That's not all
we missed.

Jeez, Louise.

So this is actually
an entrance wound.

We've got exit wounds
here and here.

So one bullet
goes in,

through body armor,
no less,

and two come out?

No, this trauma
was all done
by a single bullet.

Which means
the kill shot
must be...

Now, where did you
come from, sweetheart?

You guys wouldn't happen
to have a ballistics expert
around here, would you?

A genuine magic bullet.

Eat your heart out,
Oliver Stone.

Can you trace
its path?

I certainly can,

Ringo.

WOODY: Now, that is
just plain neat.

My little program here
is calibrated on velocity
and tumble ratio

based upon a shot
fired from 15 meters.

It's as simple as designating
where the entrance wound was.

Her left hand.

It was probably
outstretched when
she saw it coming.

NIGEL: Bullet enters
through her left hand,

bounces off the humerus,
not very funny in this case,

causing a fracture.

Our friend then
begins his tumble,

glances off
the clavicle,

actually penetrates
the skin on the way out,

but alas, bounces off
the inside of the body
armor and goes back in.

Hits the ribs,

and finally exits
through the abdomen.

Reduced velocity
embeds it in the armor.

The body armor
trapped the bullet.

If she wasn't wearing it,
she would have lived.

Forensic irony
is the sweetest of all.

So either the guard knew
exactly where to aim

or he's the luckiest shot
this side of the Pecos.

Neither, dearest.

This bullet isn't
from the guard's gun.
This is an AK round.

You're telling me
this robber was killed
by an AK bullet?

Yep.

So the guard's bullet
may not have even
grazed her neck?

Yep.

So she was killed
by friendly fire.

The other robber
shot her?

Yeah.

Last question.
Uh-huh.

Do you like this tie?

Mmm, no.

Okay. I'm gonna get
a new one.

(LILY LAUGHING)

No, I mean, Patagonia
is just unbelievable.

I mean, you ski
right down to the beach,

you pull off your gear,

you dive into
the ocean. It's...

Hey, Jo.

Hey, hey,
what's going on?

I just came by
to see if you wanted
to grab some lunch.

My site's
right around
the corner,

so we're practically
neighbors.

We met last time
you were in town,

but for some reason, we
weren't properly
introduced. I'm Nigel.

Tyler. Nice to
meet you, man.

So where's Dr. Cavanaugh
been hiding you?

I am not hiding
anything!

She's a very
private person.

Tell me about it.

I am not private!

She just got a new place
and hasn't had a housewarming.

Bad form,
if you ask me.

Would you guys stop
talking about me
like I'm not here?

I mean, I just
haven't had time.

I'm free tonight.

I get off in a
couple of hours.

I could throw together
a little dinner party.

He cooks, too?

I am so in.

I'll be there.

Hey, Tyler? Tyler?
May I please speak
to you? In private?

Well, of course
you may, Jordan.

What the hell
was that?

I don't know.

Oh, you...

You seemed a little
wigged out last night
about me moving here.

I just want
to talk about it.

Yeah, well, that's
what phones are for.

Do you got a problem
with me meeting
all your friends?

They're not my friends!
They're my...

(QUIETLY)
They're my coworkers.

Yeah, and who do you
think you are, inviting them
over to my place?

It was the
English dude's idea.

You know...
And if this is
about territory,

I'm already looking
for my own place.

Oh, it's not about
territory, okay?
It's about...

I don't know
what it's about!

Great, then I'll
see you tonight.

Hey.
Hey, man.

I just found
bank robber
number two.

Just because a guy
has some tattoos

doesn't mean he's
the bank robber.

You asked Woody
about the dye packs.

Yeah, he said they used
a fluorescent dye. So...

Get that light.

And then
there were none.

Hmm, sawdust.

Hey. Ah,
there you are.

We just ID'd your corpse.
Leon Muntz. Two-bit
second-story man.

Found his body in an alley
in South Boston, throat slit.

So we've got two dead robbers
who were hired to kill
Sydney Wheeler

and make it look like
a bank job gone bad.

(HESITANTLY)
Hired by who?

Her grieving widower.

Thought you weren't
the resident conspiracy
theorist, there, Doc.

Things change.

Now it's just a matter
of connecting Mr. Muntz
to Ryan Wheeler.

And since the only two
who can ID him are dead,

we might have to get
a little fancy.

Glucose levels
are off the charts.

This guy was as drunk
as you can be.

Sawdust and liquor.

A bar.

Ryan Wheeler owns a bar.

I got next, man.

Hey, is Ryan around?

Who's asking?

A friend.

Sure you are, pal.

(CHUCKLES)

I guess
I'll just sit here
till he shows up.

We'll have, uh...
A couple of beers?
Yeah.

And we don't need
any glasses.

Ooh. You got it,
tough guy.

I'm really digging
this new side
of you, Garret.

What side is that?

The kickass,
"I'm gonna get you,
sucker" side.

If I didn't know any better,
I'd say you're starting
to take this personally.

I'm really looking forward
to your dinner party tonight.

Excuse me,
we were talking
about you.

And now we're talking
about you.

There you go.
Thanks.

Your dude's
relocating, huh?

I think I have
intimacy issues.

(SCOFFS)

That's a startling
revelation.

What really sucks
is that Tyler knows
I have intimacy issues,

and he loves to
push my buttons

'cause he knows
I'm just gonna
pull away.

So why don't you
stop pulling back,
break the cycle?

I don't know.

The cycle's
kind of fun.

You know?
The more we fight,
the better the sex.

That's romantic.

You looking for me?

Ryan! Hey, nice place
you got here.

Thanks. Now, go.

Well, the joint has
a very friendly atmosphere.

No wonder Leon came here
after he hit the bank.

It's a great place
to unwind.

Now, do you think
if I showed his and Bonnie's
pictures around here,

anybody would
recognize them?

You got something
you want to ask me?

When you decided
to have your wife murdered,

did you ever, for a second,
think about your kid?

I could tell you right now
that I did kill my wife

and it wouldn't make
any difference,

'cause you're not
a cop.

You're just
a regular guy

trespassing
on my property,

which means

I get to kick
your ass.

You're gonna kick my ass?

I am.

(GROANING)

Garret, you just
head-butted that guy.

Yeah, I know.
Come on.

One sec, one sec.

Maybe next time.

(GROANING)

MACY: Ow! Jordan!

Boy, not so tough,
are you now,
Dirty Garry, huh?

That's very funny.
Yeah.

The old hit-and-run.
Pretty cool, man.

Thank you.

So you ready to tell me
why you want this guy
so bad?

Look, Ryan Wheeler
as much as admitted
that he killed his wife,

and with his two cronies dead,
there's no way to prove it.

So what's
the real reason?

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

Look, I just want
to know what happened
to my boss, okay?

First, you flip out
over the little
drummer boy photo...

This has nothing
to do with that picture!

And don't expect me
to explain to you...

(SIGHS)

Jordan, it's personal.

Okay?

Why do you think you're
always yelling at me for
getting too involved, Garret?

It's supposed
to be personal,
isn't it?

No, it...

It isn't supposed to be...

I'm supposed to be
professional and objective.

But damn it,
I want this guy.

Welcome to my world.

You really want
to get this guy?

So how does this work?

We recreate
Sydney Wheeler's
murder.

Forget everything
you know.

The only facts
are the forensics.

Now, we know Bonnie
didn't make it out alive,
so I'll be Leon.

Now, who are you?

Well,
the only reliable witness
was Driscoll the guard.

Okay, so you're Driscoll.

Now, it's 8:20 a.m.

What are you doing?

While Sydney Wheeler's
walking in,

Driscoll's by the entrance
and he's on his walkie.

Garret,
it's first person.
You gotta be him.

Oh, okay, sorry.
I'm on my
walkie-talkie.

So you don't
see us coming.

Don't move, man!
Give me your gun!

MACY: Okay, I don't
want any trouble.

Get down!
Everybody down!

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

I'm getting the manager.
What are you thinking?

I'm no longer
a threat to you,

and the other one
has her back to me,

so I want to be a hero and
I reach for my ankle gun.

Wait a minute. Stop.

We're forgetting something.
Let's back it up.

Before you went
to the loan area,

you shot out the
surveillance camera.
Why?

I didn't want the
camera to see me
killing my partner.

Ryan told me
to waste her here.

We start to cover
our tracks.

But I didn't know
you were gonna kill her.

So I start reaching
for my gun.

No, you don't.

Because I'm right here
in the blind spot.

I'm too close.

I'm the one
who starts shooting.

Bonnie sees me
raise my gun.

By then it's too late.

And then I do
what I came here to do.

I go for the cash.

I still have to sell this
as a robbery.

All right, stay down!
Don't move!

And I'm gone.

Didn't make sense.

Why not?

If you killed Sydney
and your own partner,
then who shot me?

Maybe you shot yourself,
put yourself above suspicion.

Why? I didn't do
anything wrong.

Maybe you did.

The robbery started at 8:20,
and Sydney Wheeler
was running late that day.

So, if Ryan
set up the murder,

his people would have
been there at 8:00 sharp.

How did the killers
know that?

Had to be the guard.
I mean, he was on
his walkie.

They must have been
on the other end.

Okay, she just got here.
Coast is clear.

The ankle gun
was a setup.

(GUNSHOT)

They were just covering
all their bases.

And what's a bank robbery
without a man on the inside?

Right.

Hey, you guys
ready to party?

Yeah.

Mmm.

Um, this is really yummy
paella, Tyler.

Thanks.

Now, this is just
plain depressing.

We're finally gathered in
a forum without dead people,

and what do we have
to say to one another?

Where's the bonding?

The love?

What would you like
to talk about, Nigel?

So hoping
you would ask that.

Observe.

Party failure
contingency plan A.

I have prepared a series
of queries designed to, um,

get to know each other.

Simply draw a card
from the pile,

put the question
to the table.

Everyone must
answer, but!

If you choose
to remain mum,

then you must
consume a shot

of party failure
contingency plan B.

The dreaded ouzo.

Bug! Shall we
begin with you?

Oh, come on.
I'm not gonna read this.

Go for it, man!
It can't be that bad.

"Where is the naughtiest place
you've ever had a shag?"

NIGEL: All right, people.

Answer?

Or drink?

Cheers!

Six times in a day?

Bollocks.

Hey, I'm just
answering the question.

Lies. Six?

Come on, it's
medically impossible.

Why would you want
to have sex
six times in one day?

I mean, come on.
We're people,
we're not bunnies.

Dr. Macy
said "bunnies"!

(TAPPING ON PLATE)

Can I get everybody's
attention for a minute?

Two days ago,
somebody broke
into my office

and stole something
very personal.

(ALL LAUGHING)

And the culprit
then went on to take
that personal thing

and post it on
the bulletin board.

You know, you can stop
saying "personal thing,"
Dr. Rock Star.

We all saw it.

Right, right.
Okay, so,

let's get to it,
then, shall we?

Tyler, what are
your intentions
towards our dear girl?

Oh, I better not tell.

(WHISPERING)
She'll yell at me!

Actually, uh,

I'd love to hear what
your intentions are, Ty.

Okay.

I think we should pick up
right where we left off in LA.

Ooh!

Huh! That's kind of taking
a step back, isn't it?

I mean, let's take
the living situation.

I am struggling
just to pay rent here.

If you're moving
here to Boston,

why don't you just
move in here with me?

You want to live together?

Yeah.

And another thing,
I'm not getting
any younger.

I mean,
"tick-tock, tick-tock"
goes that little clock,

know what I'm saying?

Not that we have
to have kids
right away, okay?

But, I mean, come on,
I should at least have a ring
on my finger within a year.

She's very
old-fashioned.

Oh, thank you.
You're welcome.

Are you serious, Jordan?

Totally.

I had no idea
you felt this way.

I mean, uh...

Wow.

I actually thought
you weren't too cool
with me moving here.

Surprise!

So, what do you say, man?

Can I think about it?

Of course.

To bonding.

Thank you
for coming down,
Mr. Driscoll.

Sorry to put you out, there.
We just have a few
follow-up questions.

Sure. Anything
I can do to help.

Okay.

Uh, what do we
got here? Yes!

How much did
Ryan Wheeler pay you
to tip off his hit men?

You go, Woody.

What the hell do you
think you're doing?

My client is a hero.

You want to tell me
why a hero
needs a lawyer?

Don't worry, George.

He's fishing.

Okay, well,
while I'm fishing,

I'm just gonna go ahead
and serve you
with this warrant.

Fine, search my place.
I got nothing to hide.

Oh, no, George.
It's not for your place.

It's for your body.

I don't know how you
got a judge to sign
this thing, Detective,

but you can be sure
I'll get it tossed
in court.

If George hasn't done
anything wrong,

why would we ever
be in court?

Hey, guys.
Hey, Woody.

Hey, George.

Mind taking off
that shirt?

MACY: Take it easy,
Mr. Driscoll.
We're just gonna have a look.

This might sting
a little bit.

Oh!

Sorry.

Uh-oh.

Soot.

Looks like we got
hard contact.

Hard contact?

What's that mean?
What's she mean?

It means that once
a wound is cleaned,

it's impossible to prove
what inflicted it,

unless, of course,
someone was stupid enough

to press the barrel of a gun
into his own shoulder.

See, the edges
of the wound
retain the soot

because it's baked
right in.

Why'd you shoot
yourself, George?

Look, I only dealt
with Leon.

In case
you haven't heard,
Leon's dead.

Somebody's cleaning up
after themselves

and I can only guess
who's gonna be next.

Okay. Okay.

I went with Leon
to meet the guy.

He wanted me there
as backup,

but I was across the street,
I didn't hear
what they were saying.

This guy,
if we showed you a photo,
could you pick him out?

Yeah. Yeah, I guess.

Look, I didn't know
they were gonna kill her.

How does it feel?

How does what feel?

We won!
You got Ryan!

Feels kind of
anticlimactic, I guess.

Really? Huh! Well, then,
maybe you should go deliver
the good news yourself,

see the look
in Ryan's eyes

when he realizes
you've just
brought him down.

I'm a doctor, Jordan.
I'm not a cop.

Yeah, whatever
you say, Bones.

You wanna come?

Nah, I do it
all the time.

This one's your baby,
tough guy.

(BLUES MUSIC PLAYING)

I like your new look.
It's very Chinatown.

I wasn't sure
until just now,

but I think you got
a death wish, pal.

You're not the first one
to say that, and I'm sure
you won't be the last.

You want to take
this outside?

Or should I break
your neck right here?

Outside's probably
not gonna work,

because that's where
the cops are waiting.

You know, to arrest you
for murder?

Figured
I'd bring them here
because, uh,

I'm just a regular guy.

Sometime,

somewhere,

you turn around
and I will be there.

I can't wait.

But until then, you're
gonna have a long time

to think about
what you did to your wife

and your son.

Goodbye, Ryan.

Hey, there.
How are you?

This is my first arrest
here in Boston

and I'm supposed
to tell you,

you have the right
to remain silent.

As you've finally
seen the light

regarding this
nefarious plot,

I took the liberty
of doing a bit of digging

and I was able
to put my hands on Barney's
last will and testament.

How did you
manage that?

Bird I know works probate
at the County Clerk's Office.

Barney changed his will
two months ago.

(SCOFFS)
The Brighton mafia
strikes again.

So, which one of the sharks
gets the inheritance?

None of the above.

He's left everything
to a local animal shelter.

All $746 of it.

There's an obstruction
in the duodenum.

Mmm-hmm.

He swallowed something!

I want to hear you
say it.

(DRUM ROLL)

Okay,

I'm curious.

Yes!

Oh, stuff it,
Delbert.

He hated you
and you know...

You wouldn't even have
known if your damn daughter
hadn't called you over.

Thieving spy.

Oh, spy?

Why don't you go have
another drink and let
the women settle this?

All right, listen...
NIGEL: Settle down,
children.

Two nights ago,
your beloved Barney
sat in front of the telly,

as he did every
Wednesday night.

Clutched in his hand,
a lottery ticket,

with the same numbers he'd
played for over ten years.

And this night,

he was a winner.

The jackpot?

Thirty

million

dollars.

(NIGEL WHISTLES)

And that's when the
vultures descended.

But unfortunately, Barney
didn't want to share with
his loving family, did he?

Mmm-mmm.

So he did
the only thing he could
to protect his winnings.

He put the ticket
in a bag, and he

swallowed it.

(BUG GASPS DRAMATICALLY)

The next morning,
he would take a bus

to the lottery office...

...in Braintree,

deposit his hidden booty
in the loo, and cash out.

Unfortunately,
his ticker gave out

and the poor guy
died en route.

All right,
we'll cut you in.

You have nothing
to cut, sir.

Barney cut you
out of his will.

Yeah, the transient
pets of Boston

just got
$30 million richer.

And that brings us
to the body.

Since you were
all so eager
to take custody

of the remains,
if one of you
would just sign

here...

(SIGHS)

So much for my sign-out.

Methinks

the puppies
and the kitties

may see fit to contribute
a bit of their inheritance

towards a proper
burial for old Barn.

Hey, Jo.

Hi.

I was thinking about
what you said last night.

Tyler, I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have...

Yeah, you should have.

I had it coming.

Yeah, you did.

I know
you were bluffing.

You were

bluffing, right?

Maybe.

Maybe not.

I guess
I blew it, huh?

Yeah.

Guess we both did.

So, is this
where we say,

"It wasn't meant to be,

"too bad
we're not grownups,

"let's shake hands and,"
you know,
"go our separate ways"?

Yeah, we could do that.

Or...

Bye, Jo.

Bye.

I have a confession
to make.

I didn't know
anyone was still here.

Come on in, Jordan.
Cleanse your soul.

I did it.

You did what?

Put that picture of you
up on the bulletin board.

(SNORTS)

I came in here
looking for a file,
I saw your scrapbook.

Couldn't help myself.

I'm sorry.

It's all right.
No harm done.

"No harm done"?

Garret,
you've been on a rampage
for the last two days.

Did I ever tell you
that my dad was
a trumpet player?

Really?
Yeah.

He played jazz on the road,
mostly, when I was a kid.

You know, I didn't
see him much, but...

But when he was home,

he made me feel like I was
the center of his world.

I mean...

I worshipped this guy.

Last time I saw him,
I was about seven years old,

shortly after
this picture was taken.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Well, he didn't
die or anything.

He just got tired
of the family life,
I guess.

And my mother, of course,
made excuses for him,
so he was still my hero.

He always...

He always wanted me
to be a musician.

Then when I was 17,
I quit high school
and went on the road.

You're kidding.
No.

I saw the world,
I traveled all over,

chased a bunch
of girls, you know,

made some records.

In many ways,
it was the best time
of my life.

And then one day I realized
that I would never be great.

And if I couldn't be great,
I felt like I was
wasting my time.

So I could do that,

or I could grow up
and become a man
like my father never did.

When I looked
into that little boy's
eyes yesterday...

You had to do something.

Yeah.

I thought you were the one
who was gonna confess.

Go on home, Jordan.
I'm sure Tyler's
waiting up.

Tyler's history.

Guess I win.

You don't look
like you feel
like a winner.

Want to talk about it?

Uh...

Not really.

Well, even though you are
my bestest girlfriend.

Thank you.

Good night, Garret.
Night, Jordan.