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(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

Okay, so,

you have a choice.

We have real butter,
fake butter or my own
personal favorite,

shaved parmigiano.

Jordan, it's Jiffy Pop.

So?

Come on, the show's
coming back on.

(CHUCKLES)

(WOMAN SCREAMING ON TV)

Oh, look. Xena sliced off
the God's magic orb.

Oh, that girl gets
to have all the fun.

And all the leather.

We really need to
do this more often.

It was really cool of Roger
to take Leo tonight.

He only did it because
I threatened him.

What, as in bodily harm?

As in, "Spend some time
with your son or
write me a bigger check."

Nice negotiating.

Well, the law degree
had to come in handy
for something.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

(SIGHS)

Oh!

Cavanaugh.

How many?

What's the address?

I'll be there.

So much for girls' night.

(PAGER BEEPING)

Ah!

It's my office. 911.

A warrior princess's
work is never done.

(CAMERA CLICKS)

Boy's name is Jonah.
That's little brother
Brad in the other bed.

A single stab wound
to the chest.

Same on the little guy.

No signs of a struggle.

No, they were
fast asleep.

Never saw it coming.

How about
a time of death?

Well, liver temp
will be more accurate,

but I could give you
a thermal scan.

Two, three hours ago, tops.

Patty Weyland.

Looks like she put up
some fight.

Yeah, there's no sign
of forced entry, though,
as far as we can tell.

JORDAN: Daddy! Daddy!

LOIS: Jordan,
you all right?

Yeah.

Sorry, I just...

No, I know.

I mean, this is about
as tough as it gets.

Look, I'm gonna need
my guys to bag everything
in this place.

Prints, hair, fluid.

Is that the husband?

Yeah, Mitch Weyland.

The hockey player?

Are you a fan?

He plays for the Atlantics.
Left wing, junior A league.

He's not a bad forechecker,
but too old
to move up the ranks.

I like sports.

He says he came home
to find them here,
from a game.

It's too bad I can drive
a truck
through his timeline.

Hey, hey!
Get your hands off her!

What's she doing?
Get her away!
Get her away!

OFFICER: Whoa!
What the hell's going on?

What's going on?
Triple homicide.

Get off!
KIM: Back off, Mitchell.

Keep her away from her.
KIM: Back off!

Just keep your
mouth shut.

(SIGHS)

KIM: I'm his counsel.

LOIS: We'd just like
to ask him a few questions.

Not without talking
to me first, all right?

Excuse me.

Not quite the kind of
reunion we wanted, huh?

A martini sounds
pretty good right now.

Look, this might
take a while.

We've got a lot
to cover here.

Just do me a favor.
Don't screw it up.

Nice to finally
work with you, too.

(SIGHS)

Patty Weyland, age 29.

Four to five
overlapping wounds,
all left side torso.

With all these tears
around the entry, it's...

It's hard to tell
the angle.

There was less bruising
on the boys.

X-rays showed
the letter opener
went into the hilt.

I hate to see what
he does to his mail.

Did I tell you this guy
plays hockey for a living?

Oh, a man who enjoys
a good brawl.

Five defensive slashes
inside the right palm.

Poor girl.

Didn't stand a chance.

God, it's freezing in here.

Am I giving you
the chills, love?

It's been known to happen.

I'd rather get the flu.

Hello, check this out.

Glass fragments?

Probably.

Could you run those
for me, please?

Could have nailed a mirror
in the struggle.

Seven years of bad luck
would have been
better than this.

Hey, Jordan.

Well, well, well.
The man who promised
I wasn't on call last night.

Sorry,
we got hit hard.
Eleven admits.

Last time I ask
you for a favor.

Which reminds me.

What?
I need a favor.

In 15 minutes,
call me in my office
and interrupt me.

Why?

What's the difference?
A complaint,
a requisition,

it doesn't matter,
just bother me.

Can't I just
bother you now?

(SIGHS)

My ex is about to
show up

and I need you to call me
with one of
your exhaustive tirades.

Are you having dinner
with Lily this week?

Jordan.
No, are you?

Yeah, but I don't see
how that has any relevance to
what we're talking about.

Come on, you're uptight
about your ex,
you've been working too hard,

and it's your pivotal
third date with Lily.

You're a nervous wreck.

I didn't know you were taking
such comprehensive notes
on my emotional stability.

And what do you
mean "pivotal"?

Don't worry, man.
You'll deliver the goods.

Huh?
Oh, yeah.

Jordan, I need
to talk to you.

Whoa, whoa, let me put
my body armor on first.

I was just treating you
like any other M.E.

Any other M.E. wouldn't
allow you into the morgue
looking for information.

I just need a heads up.

The police have already
made up their minds,

but I am telling you,
the guy is innocent.

Oh, he's innocent.
Well, I guess my job
here is done.

Okay, sure.

Weyland has a temper problem
and maybe he's been
in a fight or two, but...

Oh, you think?

He is a hardworking
husband and father
who loved his family.

Sometimes people
crack under pressure.

Look, Carver is scrambling
to find something
to keep him in custody.

If you find something,
anything,
just tell me first.

So now you're playing
the friend card? Wow,
you don't waste any time.

Honey, you know me
well enough.

If I had time,
I wouldn't waste it here.

Looks like I picked
the wrong time
to leave the office.

Trey, do you know
my friend Kim?

No, but we can
change that easily enough.

Excuse me.
Sorry, thanks.

Come on.

Thanks.

Well, Garret,
I wanted to thank you

for the way you've been
handling things lately,

with us

and Abby.

Well, you know
I'd do anything for her.

Something going on?

This is about me.
You're okay, right?

Oh, yeah.
Yeah, I'm fine, really.

It's just sort
of a money thing.

I'm doing the best I can.

You know, whatever little bit
I had in the stock market
got hammered.

You know, I'm just
thinking about
taking a bit of

a career detour.

Okay, what sort of detour?

I'd like to see a bit
of the country, actually.

Montana, Oregon.

God, how long have
I been talking about
going to New Orleans?

Since I introduced
you to Coltrane.

(CHUCKLES)

Look, it's not that
I can't appreciate
what you're saying,

but, realistically,
at this point...

I want to sell my share
of the Berkshires property.

The property?
Half of it is mine.

But I thought
we decided that...

Well, I know what
we felt 15 years ago,

but things are
very different now, Garret.

It's not about
us anymore.

It was for our family.

Yeah, but, Garret...

Hold it. You want to
sell it so that you can
go see Mount Rushmore?

No, no, forget about it!

Fine.

I'm not asking anymore.
If you want it,
you can buy me out.

You know I can't do that.

Well, then there's
nothing else to discuss.
I already have an offer.

Maggie.

You'll be happy
with the amount.

My attorney is drawing up
the papers now.

Well, I'll tell you something,
I'm not gonna sell.

Oh, Garret, please.

Don't make this
any more difficult
than it needs to be.

(PHONE RINGING)

What?

Never mind, Jordan.
She's already gone.

Brenda, is that you?

Oh, pardon, my mistake.

Oh, don't apologize.
We should all look so good
in your condition.

Excuse me.

Can I...

Can I help you?

And you would be?

Dr. Vijayaraghaven-
satyanaryanamurthy.

Are you aware
that this is
a restricted area?

Your guests prefer
to call it purgatory.

But I like your
terminology much better.

(CHUCKLES)

Maybe you should
go back to reception.

Well, I'm here to identify
a body, a woman named
Brenda Pollard.

She died three days ago
of exposure.

Pollard.
Yeah.

And you remember
who contacted you?

Of course. She did.

This morning.

She asked me
to deliver a message.

Ethan Grady,
psychic communications.

I got here
as soon as I could.

Whoa, it looks like
a garage sale in here.

Evidence from
the Weyland house.

(NIGEL SIGHS)

Take a few bucks off
for some unfortunate
blood stains,

you got yourself
some nifty bargains.

Any luck with
those fingerprints?

I haven't got enough time
to scan every piece
of this rubbish,

so I just sprayed
everything with DFO.

Get the lights,
would you, hon?

Yeah. Sure.

Far out, man.

NIGEL: Each family member
was assigned
a different fluorescence.

If anybody else
had been in that bedroom,

we'd see it
in living color.

So no prints here
from non-family members?

I'd have a chat
with your lawyer friend
if I were you.

You know what?
You just need to go
home and chill out.

Yeah, well,
I know it. All right.
All right?

Thanks.
Yeah.

Kind of cold out.

(KIM CHUCKLES)

A little.
What are you doing here?

I heard Weyland
was just released.

It's a short leash,
but it's a start.

You got something for me?

Look, I've been trying
to find something
that'll help, but...

You're trying, huh?

Have you been back
to the house again?

I mean, how hard
are you trying?

I'm sitting on a mound
of evidence, Kim.

I mean, please,
don't tell me
how to do my job.

Well, you're still standing
here telling me it's over.

Hey, hey.

I want to believe
this guy's innocent.

But the cops aren't
looking anywhere else

because they see him
as a slam dunk.

Of course they do.

They always go
to the husband first.

Jordan.

Look, if it'll
make you happy,

I'll go back to the house
and see
if we missed anything.

Thanks.

Okay.

Thanks. Just leave them
on my desk, would you?

Hi.

Oh, hey, I'm sorry.

I...

I thought you were
work-related.

Well, I am. Sort of.
Work-related, I mean.

I'll show you something.
You see the Jochimson
building right there?

That's the tall one
under construction?

That used to be
Joe Burke's.

It was my favorite
ice cream shop.

They kept that place going
for three generations
without missing a beat,

and then last year,
the old man's great-grandson
decided to sell.

Said he hated ice cream
and needed a change.

Well, did someone
save the recipes?

Well, yeah, but without
the booths and the chrome,
you know, what's the point?

It'd still taste
real good.

Yeah. It's true.

You know, Lily,
just sometimes
it's hard to let go

of the things
that used to
make us happy.

Even if those things
are different now.

I don't know.

Isn't it easier
when happy is right in
front of your eyes?

MAX: Jordan!

JORDAN: Daddy! Daddy!

MITCH: Hey, hey!
Get your hands off her!

What's she doing?
Get her away!
Get off of her!

KIM: What's going on?
What's going on?

MAX: Jordan! Jordan!
JORDAN: Daddy!

(DOOR SLAMS)

Hello?

(FOOTSTEPS PATTERING)

Who is it?

Unless you're a cop,
you're trespassing.

I didn't do anything,
I swear.

You want to take some pictures
to e-mail your buddies,
hey, knock yourself out.

I didn't mean nothing.
I'm sorry.

Who are you?

I already told you.
My name's Derek.
I live across the street.

My parents already
talked to the cops.

I don't care who
your parents talked to.
I'm talking to you.

I got to go.

No. No, you don't.
Not yet.

Bet you thought
Mrs. Weyland
was pretty hot, huh?

Well, yeah, but...

Okay, so let's try
this again, shall we?

Did you see anything
during the day?

She was out front
railing on some girl.

Well, what did
she look like?

I don't know.
Sixteen, 17, maybe.

I thought they were
gonna duke it out,

but the girl just left
in her car
all crying and everything.

Did you hear what
they were fighting about?

Yeah, about Mitch.

Like they were fighting
over him or something.

Man, why would anybody
cheat on a babe
like Miss W?

MACY: Listen, Maggie,
about yesterday.

I thought about it,

and you're right.
That land isn't
about us anymore.

So you bring the papers down
and I'll sign them.

Am I happy?

Let's just sell it
and move on, okay?

I sympathize
with your cigarette craving,
Mr. Flynn,

but inhaling
may be a challenge.

Simon, enough
with the humming.

You're giving me
a migraine.

Well, yes, I understand
you know where...

So who let him
in here anyway?

I did.

Said he had a message
for Charlie the guard
from his Aunt June.

Have you seen him?
ETHAN: Am I wrong
on this?

He took the day off.
He said he had a...

ETHAN: I rest my case.
...family funeral.

ETHAN: Now...

Okay, now
you're weirding me out.

He hasn't said anything
about me, has he?

Not unless you know
someone named Eunice.

That's my mother's
standard poodle.

Died when I was 11.

He keeps asking me
if I've seen someone
named Brenda Pollard.

Maybe she signed
herself out.

Yeah? Or maybe
she doesn't exist at all.

BUG: I threw that wacko out
of the building this morning.
What's he doing back?

He's a man
on a mission.

He's clearly
delusional.

Maybe we should call
the psych ward at County.

How about we do
a bit of noseying first?

I mean, he claims
to do work for the FBI.

Why don't we give
the suits a jingle,

see if he's really
the gifted interpreter
he says he is?

Yeah, I've got
a better idea.

Let's throw him out
and then call the FBI.

He gives me
the creeps.

Elena Cortinez, female,
32 years of age.

Apparent cause of death,
trauma due to
automobile accident.

Externally, rib cage
appears damaged.

Internal injuries
to be...

EMMY: Folks,
you can't go in there.

What's going on?

Are you Dr. Macy?
Emmy, what's this about?

Oh, my God, Louis,
it's her, it's Elena.

Are you family?
Yes, she's my sister.

Well, I'm sorry,
but you can't
come in here.

Emmy, take them
back to my office.
Yes, sir.

We'll discuss arrangements
for your sister
later, all right?

Oh, Doctor,
it's not about that.

We need her eggs.

I heard about your case
from the guys
at the squad.

Real tragedy
when a young mother
is killed like that.

Yeah.

So this guy, Weyland,
you think he did it?

Yeah, well,
it looks that way.

But a neighbor's kid
saw the wife
fighting with someone

the day of
the murders, so...

Well, you are taking
time out to
have dinner with me.

That's not
like you, Jordan.

I just thought
it'd be nice to see you.

So there's nothing else
you wanted to talk about?

Jordan?

It's a cold January, huh?

I remember colder.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Cavanaugh.

NIGEL: Jordan,
about those fragments
in Patty Weyland's hands.

It's non-reflective glass,

the kind you find
in normal picture frames.

Judging from the room,
she probably threw everything
at the killer she could.

Yeah, but then
the fragments would be
in his hands, not hers.

Look, the question is,

why smash it at all?

Anger, resentment,
desperation?

Depends
what's in the picture.

Well, judge for yourself.

I'm looking at it
right now.

NIGEL: Who are the women?

Not his wife Patty,
that's for sure.

I mean, the little one
looks half his age,

but that doesn't seem
to bother him.

So why have a picture
like this
lying around the house?

Well, maybe it wasn't.

Well, maybe
I should ask Weyland.

Wait a sec, wait a second.
You can't
be serious, come on.

Lord knows we never thought
it would be this way, George.

But Elena is carrying
five eggs that
we can still retrieve.

Yeah, but she's dead.

This whole thing
was her idea.

Yeah, that was before, okay?

It's what
she wanted, George.

MACY: All right,
let's calm down a little bit.
Just take it easy, please.

Mrs. Vega,

do you have any
legal documents concerning
your sister's wishes?

No, we don't
have any paperwork.

We never thought that...

When Elena saw what
we were going through,

the inseminations,
the IVF.

Six years of trying
to conceive.

We couldn't use my eggs,
so Elena offered us hers.

And you agreed
to it, George.

You think she would have
listened to me
if I refused, huh? Huh?

Look, this whole thing
was strange
before, but now...

Even though things
have changed,

all we're asking you
to do is help us.

I mean,
we're still family.

MACY: All right, listen.

We have a very small window
in which
to make this decision.

Now, given the rate
at which
the body cells decay,

these eggs
will only be viable
for another 18 hours,

and even
that's optimistic.

So, I suggest
the three of you

take some time right now
and talk this through.

You can use my office
if you like.

Excuse me. You know,
it's getting late.

You know and I have
to go home to my children

so they can plan
their mother's funeral,
all right?

(DOOR SLAMS)

(SOBBING)

Kind of late
for practice, huh?

Hey, you mind
if I ask you
a few questions?

Maybe you should
ask my attorney.

Well, maybe it's something
she can't answer.

Well, then I got
nothing to say.

You know, I really would
like to show you something.

You might want
to come a little closer.
I know I would.

Who are they, Mitch?

Members of your fan club?

I'm gonna call my lawyer.

Oh, hey, be my guest.

One of your girlfriends
showed up
at your house yesterday.

What do you think
she said to your wife?

I think you better leave.

You know, if I was your wife,
I would have been pissed.

You don't know
anything about her!

Look, just calm down.

No, you don't tell me
what to do!

You come in here
with your picture

Yeah, well, then tell me.

'Cause right now
I'm the only friend
you've got.

Nora and I met when
we were in high school.

That's when she got
pregnant with Dena.
That's her. She's 17 now.

When I got bumped
by Pittsburgh, I came here.

It just made sense
for her and the baby
to stay in Pennsylvania.

Well, it happens.
Get divorced?

No.

What do you mean?

I don't know
what I was thinking.
I just...

I couldn't tell Patty.

You married both of them?

I didn't want to leave
my daughter to grow up
without a father.

(SIGHS)

Two families in two states.

Wow.

I swear, I...

I never wanted
to hurt any of them.

Well, you got a strange
way of showing it.

Morning. Bagel?

Where do you get off
going to my client
behind my back?

He's got a whole other
family five hours away
and you covered for him.

Talk about withholding
information.

First of all,
I didn't know about it,
and second, attorney-client.

I wouldn't tell you
even if I did.

Oh, that's right.
I forgot, you lawyers will
do anything to win a case.

Admit it,

you went there
to bait him.

The guy hardly
needed baiting.

He's got a history of
drunk and disorderly,

five grand
in league fines
for brawling,

two incidents of
domestic disturbance

and he nearly checked me
into the boards after hello.

Serves you right.
What?

You should have called me.

(SIGHS)

You know, I'm not sure that
I like you professionally.

I'm a lawyer,
you're not supposed to.

(PHONE RINGING)

Cavanaugh.

Yeah, where?

We're on our way.

That was Carver.
They just found
Weyland's daughter.

Where?

In a motel room, unconscious.
She's at
Mount Auburn Medical now.

Could you grab the bagels?

So, when Brenda's
body comes in,

you remember to check
her coat pocket, right?

Oh, sure. No problem.

That's where the message is.
Oh.

She's counting on it.

(EXCLAIMS)

These are fantastic.

Oh.

Mmm.

Are you gonna

leave that? I mean...

Oh, please. Go ahead.
I mean, only...

No.
Oh, sure, okay.

Thanks.

You know, all this
communicating really
works up an appetite.

Oh, yeah, sure.

So you're in love, huh?

You can tell?

Absolutely.

Your grandmother likes him
quite a bit.

My nana?

She says
he may not be the one,

but the one
is definitely here.

(STAMMERING)
What do you mean, here?
In this building here?

Yes, absolutely.

A crackpot.

I just spoke
to the FBI

and they insist
he's one of their most
prolific crank callers.

Who keeps letting
him in, anyway?

I do.

He's a friend
of my father's.

I thought
your father was dead.

Yeah.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Dr. Macy?
Mr. Cortinez, come on in.

Got the release papers
right here.

Listen, about the way
I walked out of here
yesterday...

Well, it's a very
complicated issue.
Especially at this time.

I don't even know
what I would tell my kids.
You understand that?

To be honest, no.

(SIGHS)

Forgive me, it's not
my place to interfere.

No, what? Tell me.

Well, your wife was
willing to give of herself

for the one thing that
meant the most to her,

family.

Now, if you can pass
that on to your kids,

you've given them something
solid to hold on to.

Now, I realize
how tough it is,

but it doesn't mean
you have to give up.

You two got them
this far, right?

(MONITOR BEEPING)

Dena, baby?

Get him out of here.
I don't want to see you.

Dena...
Get the hell out of here.

Just wait a minute.
I hate you.

I never want
to see you again!

You know what?
Let's go, Mr. Weyland.

Let's give her
some more time,
all right?

Hi.
What do you want?

I'm Dr. Cavanaugh,
and this is Kim Watkins,
your dad's attorney.

Great.

I hope he fries.

Look, can you tell us
what happened?

Yeah.

I found out
my father's a jerk.

Dena, details wouldn't hurt.

Look, Dena, we know
you had an argument
with Patty Weyland.

Yeah.

We got into it
pretty deep,

especially when
I showed her the photo.

How deep?

We talked.

That's all.

I was pretty
freaked out, too.

So I just got wasted.

So you never went
back to the house?

Where I went is where
you found me, okay?

Okay.

Hi.

Hello.

I'm waiting for Garret.

Well, he's in
the middle of something.
A procedure, I mean.

But I'm sure
you can wait.

No. No, I'll come back.

Who am I to turn down
a little unexpected shopping?

You know, I...

I think it's great the way
you two are talking again.

Well, thank you.

I think.

I'm sorry,
I don't remember
your name.

Oh.

It's Lily.

Oh, lovely.
Thanks.

Well, will you
look at this place?

He brought in the Victrola
and his old records.

Even his art books.

Poetry collection, too.

Yeah, it's like

I'm seeing
a whole new side of him.

He seems to be

enjoying life more,
like he has a better
sense of himself.

I wish I knew what
made the difference.

It's always been there.

He just needed
the right inspiration.

Hmm.

Well, whatever happened,

he's more like the man
I fell in love with.

You guys are too easy
on her. She's lying.

Come on, look at the girl.
She didn't kill anybody.

If I had her on the stand,
I'd break her down.

Weyland's still
the best suspect
we've got.

You made up your mind
a long time ago.

The guy's prints
were all over
the murder weapon.

He's known
for blowing his top.

You amaze me.

You are so convinced
you're right, aren't you?

This has nothing
to do with me.

Oh, Jordan,
cop to it.

This case,
a young mother killed?

It hits too close
to home.

This is totally different.
Oh, is it?

Kim!

You know what I think?

I think you pretend
to have all the answers

because you can't find
the one you really want.

I don't even know
what the hell
you're talking about...

I'm talking about
your mom, Jordan!

I was there, remember?

Next to you at school,
at the funeral.

You think I didn't make
the same connection?

You think I can't see
what's happening?

You shouldn't even
be on this case.

Look, if you don't
want my help...

Save it.

You need help
a lot more than I do.

Here you go.

Everything you need
is loaded in.

We can't thank
you enough.

Don't thank me.
It's a gift
from your sister.

It wasn't just Elena.

Look, I know
I didn't handle things well.
I'm sorry.

If Elena had been here,
you know, she would have
kicked my ass.

Luckily,
somebody else did.

Oh, so get going.
You don't have much time.

You coming?

Okay.

Get in there.

Your mother would
have been proud.

MAX: You want
to talk about it?

Nope.

Rough one, huh?
Yeah.

I know you, Jordan.

When you become
monosyllabic,

you've got
a serious problem.

We were so close growing up.
How could
she speak to me like that?

Time changes people.

I haven't changed.

No.

You're just as pigheaded
and difficult
as you've always been.

Can we just start?

Well, this is
a hard one.

Lots of evidence,
but it's circumstantial.

So where do we begin?

The daughter, Dena.

I'll be Patty.

JORDAN: You came over earlier.

We argue.

MAX: Boy across the street
saw me leave.

I was yelling, upset,
but I wasn't done.

I had to go back to see Dad
to punish him
for what he did to us.

And I'm angry at you,
at Dad.

I can't control myself.

No, this isn't right.
Yes, she had motive.

But Dena's prints
weren't on
the letter opener.

Well, it was cold.
Maybe she was
wearing gloves.

She didn't have
a key to the house.

No forced entry?

No.

All right.

This time, I'll be Weyland.

Okay.

MAX: I come home
from the game exhausted,

no idea
what's happened here.

JORDAN: Until
I hit you with it.

The wife,
your daughter Dena,
the house in Pittsburgh.

I get defensive.

I try to explain,
but you won't
listen to me.

I've given you
a good life.

But I won't
let up on you.

I start to belittle
your lousy career,
I call you a failure.

You're pushing me.
I won't listen to this.

Yeah, but you've got
no choice.

Yes, I do.

Wait.

The blood trail
went from the kids' room
to the parents'.

The kids were killed first.

What mother would
stand by

and let her children
be murdered?

Maybe she tried
to protect them.

Her prints
were all over the room.

I have the weapon.

I could have killed
her right there.

Then why didn't
the fight
wake up the kids?

Because there was
no fight.

She was alone.

JORDAN: Patty's world
was shattered.

She wasn't murdered.

She did it herself.

(WHISPERS) Oh, God.

She was devastated.

Mitchell's deception left her
feeling totally powerless.

She retaliated
in the only way
she could.

By destroying his family.

All right, what about
the defensive wounds
on Patty's hands?

If Mitch wasn't there,
how did she get those?

Actually, they weren't
defensive wounds.

Watch. Nige?

We requisitioned
a $5,000 Stab Me Sammy doll
just for these occasions.

But for financial reasons,
we'll be using this lovely

ripened honeydew.

So, when Patty Weyland
stabbed herself repeatedly,

her blood, not unlike
the juice of this melon,
would make the handle wet.

So after each strike,

her hand would
slide over the blade,

slicing the inside
of her palm.

Making the cuts
appear to be defensive.

Repeated blows
by her own hand.

Well, I imagine your client
will be relieved
to hear this evidence.

The man just lost his wife
and two children, Detective.

How relieved
would you feel?

You're looking for me?

Thought you might want
to take a crack at this

homeless woman
they just brought in.

Clearly died of frostbite
a few days ago, poor thing.

Sorry, my dance card
is full, darling.

Anyway, it looks
like a sign-out.

What's the catch?

Her name's Brenda Pollard.

Seems the amazing Grady's
timing was just a tad off.

Lily found this note
in her pocket.

"People get ready,

"there's a train coming.

"Don't need no baggage.
You just get on board."

* All you need is faith
to hear the diesel coming

* Don't need no ticket

* You just thank the Lord *

I don't believe this.

Yeah.

The old bird was
a Curtis Mayfield fan.

I still wonder
what it would
have looked like

with a blanket of snow
on the roof.

Hmm.

Abby playing by the fire.

Right.

It almost happened.

Well,

some things just weren't
meant to be, I guess.

So this is it, huh?

Two signatures
and an acre
becomes a memory?

Oh, you make it
sound so clinical.

You agreed, it's...
It's time to move on.

Well, for us, yeah.

But what about Abby?

Mags, when we bought
that land,

we had more hope than
we knew what to do with.

And after years of watching
two people be so horrible
to each other, the...

The least we can do is
show Abby that that
wasn't always the case.

Maybe someday
she'll build
what we couldn't.

Well, so what are you
saying, maybe we should

reconsider?

I'm saying that even
when plans don't work out,
you can't give up on them.

Somebody else
can make it happen.

Garret...

I haven't heard
you talk like this

(SIGHS)

in years.

Maybe I just needed
a little inspiration.

Your family will be
transported to the mortuary
first thing tomorrow morning.

So you'll
take care of

getting Mr. Weyland's
possessions
back to the house?

No problem.

But I thought he might
want to have this now.

Patty's ring.

I noticed the inscription.

"Only you."

Could I talk
to you outside?

Yeah.

Say what you will,
the guy's
in a lot of pain.

He has no one.

I mean, one family's gone
and the other
won't even speak to him.

And now he has to face
charges for having both.

Listen,

about what I said,

I'm sorry.

No, you were,
you were right.

I've got a lot of stuff
I need to work out.

But you don't have
to do it alone.

Oh, I'm stuffed.
It was great.

Yeah.
The flaming thing,
you know.

What was that called?

General Tso's
Great Wall of Beef.

Yum.

It was a great choice.

Thank you.

(STAMMERING) Garret,
there's something that I...

Me, too.
No, let me.

You've been spending
a lot of time
with your ex-wife lately,

who, by the way,
seems very sweet.

And I know you're divorced
and I know
how bad things were,

but they don't seem
as bad anymore,

so I was just sort
of wondering...

I was just sort of wondering
how you were feeling
right now?

I mean, this...
Tonight is great,

but if you're not sure,

I guess...

I don't know,
I just really need to know
what you want.

You want to know
what I want?

Okay, that works for me.

Yeah.

Dad, can I ask
you something?

Yeah.

From the time I set foot
in the Weyland house,

something weird's
been going on.

I felt a chill.

Kind of like that day.

I know, Jordan.

I had a feeling.

I didn't want
to admit it, but...

It got in the way.

Place was filled with cops.

Doors were open,
the windows.

And it was cold.

So cold you could

see your own breath.

But not hers.

And her husband
was accused of the crime,

but he was innocent.

And all I could do was just
stand there and watch
as they dragged you away.

How could anyone think
that you killed Mom?

Well, I was the one
who found her.

I had her...

I had her blood
on my hands.

Any good cop

would have thought
the same thing.

All those days
you were gone,

all those nights
I stayed at Kim's,

I was so scared.

I thought I was gonna
lose you, too.

See, that kind of fear

never leaves you.

Just goes deeper

and it takes something
like this
to bring it up again.

And after all these years,
I thought I finally
had it under control.

That was
your first mistake.

Take it from
one who knows.

You think I don't
remember that afternoon?

Every time
a cold breeze blows.

All I wanted to do

was hold your hand

and be there for you.

That sounds pretty good
right about now.

That I can do.

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