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I have one
announcement to make

and then you can all
get back to your
busy schedules.

For those of you
who don't know
Phil Granger,

he's the state
efficiency expert assigned
to keep things running...

Efficiently.

Right.

He and I will be conducting
staff evaluations over
the next couple of days.

What exactly will these
evaluations be used for?

We'll be interviewing everyone
from the custodial workers
to the medical staff,

to see how we
can make this ship
run a little tighter.

(SCOFFS)
Don't you mean lighter?

Well, it is possible
that due to budget shortfalls,

a position in this office
may have to be eliminated.

(ALL SIGHING)

The interview schedule
will be posted on
the bulletin board.

That's all.

Well, it isn't
gonna be me,
that's for sure.

Yeah, right.
An insect expert.

How could this place
possibly run without one?

Now, a crack
criminalist like myself,

clearly indispensable.

Relax, you guys.
It's not gonna
be one of us.

Yeah, it's easy
for you to say.

Your fellowship's paid for
by a private grant.

Doesn't mean
I don't feel
your pain.

Look, whoever it is,
it's gonna be someone
with an attitude problem.

Someone surly.

A thorn in the side.

Malcontent.

Did I miss
the meeting?

What?

(PAGER BEEPING)

Hey.

Detective Frazier,
Homicide.

Come on, Rick.
Hasn't been
that long, has it?

Oh, it's
coming back to me.

Jordan Cavanaugh
of the fighting
Cavanaughs.

Yeah, well,
I keep trying to
get out of the ring,

but they keep
pulling me back in.

And, so I understand
he left the building in
an unconventional manner.

Kind of early
in the season,
though, isn't it?

I mean, midterms
haven't even started.

Yeah. For some kids,
"F" stands for flying leap
off the tallest building.

Not this time.

So he's not
an F student?

No, he's not
a student, period.

Graduated a couple
of years ago.

The kids ID'd him
as Casey Dean.

We found a syringe,
some pills and a spoon
up on the roof.

There's puncture marks
on the forearm there.

Looks like he got high
and he thought he could fly.

No, that's not right.
Look at this.

See these
needle marks here?
Yeah.

They correspond exactly
with these small tears
in his shirt,

like he shot up
with the sleeve
rolled down.

Who shoots up
without rolling
up his sleeve?

Nobody.

My guess is

he was already dead
by the time
he hit the ground.

Yo, macho man.

So you couldn't sucker
anybody into helping
you out here?

I'd think with
the promise of
a free drink that...

That's just it.
There is no drink.

I thought you
just got your liquor
license approved.

Lot of good it does me
if I can't get anyone
to deliver it.

The mob controls
liquor distribution
in this town

and guess who
runs this block?

Who?

Blackie Conroy.

Blackie?
Dad, the guy
is a killer.

You can't do
business with him.

The last time we
had a face to face,

I was slapping
the cuffs on him.

Well, I'm not exactly
on his Christmas list either.

But this is a big city.
There are a lot of
other distributors.

Just go somewhere else.

But you open in three days.
What are you gonna do?

What's this "you"?
You're helping out.

Oh. Great.

Bar wench in
the only liquorless
Irish pub on the planet.

Hey, maybe
we could hold
AA meetings here.

I'm serious.
I've sunk everything
I've got into this place.

What are Bug's
financial prospects
in the near future?

Ooh.

Ooh, that's brutal.
No other word describes it.

What? What?

So, I hear someone's
gonna get fired, huh?

Cavalier,
party of one.

Oh, come on,
it's not gonna
be any of us.

So is this
guy hanging?
No...

Oh, okay, fine.
It's not gonna be
any of you guys.

But don't worry
about me. I mean,

I keep a bag packed
for just such occasions.

And you're
all right with that?

Oh, yeah.
I've been fired more times
than I've been hired.

I really couldn't
give a flying...

Save your expletives
for the lady
at the unemployment window.

Fine. Look,
I need some help
in Trace. Anybody?

Yeah, I'll be there
in a minute.

Thanks.

I'm gonna miss her.

You know, we can't
let them intimidate
us like this.

Our only chance
is to stick together.

I'm with you guys.

All for one,
one for all.

Oh, Dr. Sanders.
I just took
a message

from your father.
My father?

He said he's
coming into town.

Your dad's coming.
That's good news.

Isn't it?

Well, let's see.

There was this one
time when I heard
a suspicious noise.

Thank the Lord,
I was there, too.

And what was it?
What was what?

The noise. I mean,
you investigated it,
right?

Well, I waited to see
if I heard it again.

And did you?

Nope.

So you never actually
left the desk?

If something
happens to me,
then that's it.

I'm the last
line of defense.

JORDAN: Look at this.
Blunt force trauma
to the back of the neck.

And this patterned
contusion here,

this didn't happen
from the fall.

No, but it's what
broke his neck.

Whoever killed him
went through
a lot of trouble

to cover up
how he really died.

Huh.

Looks like
the murder weapon
was made of wood.

So, someone hit him
hard enough to drive that
splinter through the bone

and then chucked
him off the roof.

Something like that.

How far did he fall?

Five stories.

Doesn't look like
75 feet of damage.

Oh, nice tattoo.

Let me go check
on the blood work.

Okay.

Hi.
Oh, hey.

You got a report
on this kid yet?

I've not even
out of Trace yet.
What's the rush?

You got something?

Yeah.

And I'm reluctant
to share.

I have this vague
recollection of you
being a big troublemaker.

Share or I get
real slow real fast.

Fine. We lifted a print off
of one of those dope bags
we found on the roof.

Belongs to Given Tolliver,
one of Blackie Conroy's men.

Well, well, well.
The Lord works
in mysterious ways.

What's that
supposed to mean?

I just happen
to have some
unfinished business

I need to discuss
with Mr. Conroy.

Hey, look. I can't afford
to have you making
this thing personal.

One thing you might
want to remember,

uh, with me,
it's always personal.

Lily.
Hey.

Did you do all this?

No. Does it
have a card?

"From Carl,
your friend
in Limb Disposal."

Hey.

Those look like
my car keys.

Good call there, mate,
'cause they are
your car keys.

I just thought I'd give
that old jalopy of yours
a little wax and a rub.

Anything for
my favorite boss.

That brown-noser.

Excuse me.
Where's Admissions?

What the hell
is that?

It's the old cornerstone
from Macon Bank
on State Street.

We excavated it
this morning.

That's very interesting,
but why are you
bringing it here?

Well, if it
isn't the lovely
Jordy Cavanaugh.

Must be my lucky day.

Nice setup you
got here, Blackie.

I'm sure you got paperwork
for all this liquor.

Feel free to
check it out,
Detective.

Well, actually, we just
want to talk to one of your
associates, Given Tolliver,

in connection
with the murder
of Casey Dean.

Got a warrant?

Just want him to come down
and answer a few questions.

Go with them.
Don't make a scene.

Watch your fingers.

Why are you mixed up
in all this?

Selling drugs
to college kids.

Wow, that's
a new low
for even you.

I thought you
just shook down
innocent bar owners.

(CHUCKLES) Well,
that's just business, hon.

There's no telling
what kind of trouble
your old man could get into

if I wasn't looking
out for him.

If your prints
are anywhere
near this murder,

I promise you
I will find them.

Staying late
to impress the boss.

Not a bad idea.

No, it's not
like that.

I thought we agreed
that I'd be the last
one to leave tonight.

I need
the brownie points.

Sorry, I'm just not
in a rush to get home.

Oh, the old avoiding
the parents shuffle, eh?

There's no way
to avoid my dad,

especially when
he's got it in for you.

Why?

Did you do
something wrong?

Yeah.
I didn't become him.

No, no.
I don't need a deal
on coffee beans.

I need you
to deliver my liquor
by this Friday.

Yeah, Cavanaugh. Max.

(PHONE CLICKS)

Hello?

BLACKIE: Careful,
careful, careful!

An old bar like this,

no telling how many bodies
are inside these walls.

Guess I should
be flattered that
you came in person,

rather than sending
one of your boys.

Well, this is more
of a personal visit.

How personal?

Relax.

I brought you
a bar-warming present.

We were
little bad asses,
weren't we?

Sharks, every
last one of us.

But we had
each other's backs.

That was 1000 years ago,
and you didn't come here
to reminisce.

So get to the point.

I want you
to tell your daughter

to stop digging
into the Dean case.

Normally, it would
be business, but since
you and me got history...

You come in here
threatening my child?

I'd never touch a hair
on that girl's head.

You misunderstand me.

I'm not
threatening her, Max.

I'm threatening you.

Oh, you sure
got brass ones.

You know you're
talking to a cop.

An ex-cop
with a bad reputation.

Look at you,
one drink away
from being a stereotype.

You raise a flag,
who's gonna come running?

Nobody.

Tell Jordan to back off,
and we got no problem.

You get the hell
out of my bar.

Just remember, Max,

you're in
my world now.

We found the drugs
right about there.

I told you,
he wasn't thrown
from that high.

There's not enough
damage to the body.

All right, so,
where then?

Well, uh, there.
Maybe even there.

What the hell is this?

Laser range finder.

Sort of remembered you
as a low tech gal.

That was before
I got the toys.

Ah.

These electronic
pulse generators
emit a laser

which we aim
at the bull's eyes,

and the distance
is measured out

and shot
right into here.

Now, I'll correct
for our guy's height
and weight, et voila!

RICK: So where'd he
come from then?

I checked
the floor plan.

It must be
213 or 303.

I got a list of
everyone in the dorm.

Well, well, well.
Check out 213.

Kieran Conroy.

As in Blackie Conroy's son.

It is a small world after all.

I thought it was just
like a quick little,
"Hi, my name is..."

"And I love working here
'cause" type thing.

Well, me too.
In and out in
five minutes tops.

Yeah.
Sure.
If you're prepared

for that to be
the last five minutes
of your career.

Did you sleep
in those, mate?

My presentation is
shaping up to be
a thing of beauty.

I've got charts,
I've got graphs,

I've got insects
that'll mate and
die on command.

And you're trying
to keep your job?

Hey, whose '75 Ford Fairmont
is that in the parking lot?

Mine. Why do you ask?

Well, it was here
when I left last night.

When I got here
in the morning,
it was in my parking spot.

Oh, I'm sorry.
I must have parked
it there by mistake.

It's pretty dark
when I get here
in the morning.

I'll move it
right away.

All right,
thanks.

Good morning.
Hey.

He came in on the tube
with me this morning.

Said his battery
was flat,
the little...

Hey, what happened
to all for one?

Yeah, well, there's
another musketeer saying
that applies right now.

"All's fair in
love and war."
And this is war.

I don't think
the musketeers
said that.

Dad.

Trey.

I stopped by
your place
last night.

Your apartment
looked nice,
from the outside.

Didn't you get
my message?

Sorry about that.
I had a lot of
work to do here.

Well, don't tell me.
A life and death emergency,

minus the life and
the emergency part,
right?

Right. So let me
show you around.

Well, actually,
I have a lecture
in an hour.

In utero Myocardial
valve Reconstruction.

I thought I'd
take you along.

I can't really leave
right now. We're...

They're cutting staff
and everybody's
on edge about it.

You're on a fellowship.
You've got nothing
to worry about.

I know that,
but I need to support.
They're my friends.

Friends over family.
Why am I not surprised?

I'm leaving my practice.

What?

Don't go, please.

Let go of me, okay.
You make me sick.

I don't know what
came over me, baby.
Please!

Hey, take it easy.
Hey, take your
hands off me!

Hey, Boston P.D.,
Homicide.

You Kieran Conroy?

Get your
hands off me.

Or what?
You gonna toss me
out a window?

Hey, Frazier.

Take a look at this.

So big deal,
I spilled some paint.

Well, whatever it was,
he bleached it out.

Nice try, kid.
This is a blood stain.

MACY: Just extricated
the pelvic bone.

Now able to ascertain
that this is the body of a...

Of a four
to six-year-old female,
buried circa 1958,

the year the foundation
was laid. Cause of death
not immediately apparent.

Hey. I tried
to put these
on your desk,

but there wasn't
a whole lot
of room, so...

Did you make those?

No.
Wha...

I would never
exploit this.

What?
This. Us.

(STAMMERING)
I want to work here
because I'm good at my job

and not because
you like my

baked goods.

(MUMBLING)

What's going on, Bug?

I was just wondering
how the evaluation
process was going.

Well, you know
I can't talk
about that.

Of course. Of course.
And I wouldn't try and

influence the process
in any way,

unlike some people.

Meaning?

The kind of people that try
and get by on fawning charm
instead of hard science.

Well, I'll be sure
to keep my eye out

for anyone trying
to manipulate the system.

Okay?

The feather
beetle larvae.

Feather beetle?
Yeah, the carcass here.

This bug is quite
a little flesh eater.

It appears after three days,
is eaten by a larger larvae
after six,

but the cement must have
stopped the cycle
in its tracks.

So are you saying
that before this girl
was put in the concrete,

she was laying around
somewhere for three days?

Not just somewhere.

The habitat
range for this
particular subspecies

is a 20-mile radius
in and around
the town of Saugus.

Thanks, Bug.
That's a big help.

I've got to
track down Nigel.

Hopefully he hasn't
left for the day.

Want to tell me
how you got
those bruises?

No.

It says here you
had a juvenile record,

but you've been clean
since you were 16.

Thanks for
the merit badge.

Can I go?

You know,
aside from being
a wise-ass,

it looks like
you got your
act together.

So you want to tell me
how a dead guy took a header
from your dorm room window?

(CELL PHONE RINGING)
I don't have
anything to say.

Frazier.

Yeah, I'll
be right there.

I'll be back
in a minute.

You know, our dads
used to play together
as kids.

Actually, I grew up
a few blocks from you.

Remember Killigan's store,
Cutter Street?

Man, I got into
so many fights
over there.

So you're Irish
and a hard ass.

Big deal.
This is Boston.
Who isn't?

Oh, boy,
you sure sound
like your dad.

Never too late
to start following
in his footsteps, huh?

I am not my father.

Trust me, you
can't fight genetics.

Here's the apple.
You didn't fall far
from the tree, did you?

I didn't do anything.

Shut the hell up!

Come on, you're
out of this place.

Excuse me,
he's under arrest.

Charges have
been dropped.

His man, Given Tolliver,
just confessed to pushing
Casey Dean off the roof.

But he wasn't pushed
off the roof!

It seems the blood
in the kid's room
was contaminated.

It could
be anybody's.

There's nothing
we can do!

Hey.
Nice footwork
back there.

Look, you can get
all your goons in
your little army

to confess to cover
this kid's ass,

but he's not getting
away with murder,
because I'm onto him.

You better
watch your mouth.

Leave it alone, Dad.

It's done.

We're not done.

Attempting to extricate
the skull for possible
facial reconstruction.

Sorry to interrupt, Dr. M.,
but could I get your
professional opinion?

Sure, what's up?

Does this look like
a spider bite to you?

I don't see anything.

Dangerous insects
running willy-nilly
around a place of business,

anyone could
fall victim.

How did you do that?

Oh, we call it
the nutcracker.

One tap with
the right force
and voila.

Now, all we have to do

is make a mold
of the little girl's face.

See, if you pour
liquid latex in this,
we can get a mask,

take a photo and
put it on the missing
persons database.

That's good
thinking, Nigel.

It's quicker than doing
a facial reconstruction
from the skull.

Pardon me.
I think this is
beginning to swell.

The answer is no.
I'm not taking over
your practice.

Trey...
I've been telling you
for years,

but you don't listen.

I'm not trying
to be you.

You were too busy
saving other people's kids
to worry about me,

and I'm supposed
to drop everything
to follow in your footsteps?

Look, I came to tell you

I have no intention
of giving you my
medical practice.

I'm letting
your brother
take that over.

Marcus?

I gave up on you
so long ago, Trey.

But if you want to keep
circling the drain
at the county morgue,

well, God be with you,
but I didn't come here
to fight.

I do not
have to justify
my life to you.

But you do
have to justify
it to yourself.

Wow. Where'd
the fireplace
come from?

It was behind the wall.

Well, the place
looks great.

Whoa, three
cases of beer.

I know
the first couple of nights
might be a little slow.

I got this stuff myself.
All I could fit in my car.

Hey.

You all right?

I had a run-in today
with Blackie Conroy.

Oh?

His son is involved
in this murder case
I'm working on.

I can't prove it yet.

Did he threaten you?

Don't worry.
What's he gonna do?

(GLASS SHATTERING)

MAX: Jordan!

You all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

(SIGHS)

Boy, look at this place.

Look,
I'm calling the cops.
No, no.

This is between
me and Blackie.

You and Blackie?
I'm the one that
he threatened.

Well, not
exactly only you.

He came here yesterday,
he wanted you to stop
snooping around.

Why didn't
you tell me?

He owns this neighborhood,
so he thinks he owns
me and you.

He's wrong.

You could
have been killed
because of me.

See, this is why
I didn't tell you.

Don't worry about me.
Just do your job.

No, I can't.
Not if it puts
your life in jeopardy.

I can take care of myself.
You go after Blackie.
You nail him.

Yeah, easier
said than done.

How do you get
to a guy who can't
even be gotten to?

Through his weakness,
his son.

Question is,
how do you
get to the son?

Through his weakness,
his girlfriend.

The insect kingdom
and the kingdom of man
have been at war

since the dawn of time.

Could we start
a little further along
the evolutionary chain,

say around the time
you got hired?

Sure.

It is the forensic
entomologist

who is the liaison
between these two
warring parties.

And I am such a man.

Hi. Hey. Halt.

Hi. I'm, uh,
I'm just dropping
this off for Isabelle.

I can't let you in without
a student ID though.

Yeah, I know,
I know. I lost mine.

You're a student here?
Yeah, graduate work.

Oh, okay, yeah.

Massage therapy.

Say, what are you
doing Saturday night?

(STAMMERING)
Nothing.

When and where?

Well, if you let me in,
maybe I'll let you know
on my way out.

Sure.

Thanks.

And in closing,
I bring you
the Brazilian weevil.

The males of the species
both live and work in harmony,

successfully integrating
both their home and work lives

for the good
of the colony.

MACY: Appears your
peace-loving weevils have
devoured each other.

Someone put a female
in the tank.

They're man-eaters.

I've been sabotaged.

Who are you?
What are you doing?

My name's
Jordan Cavanaugh.

I work for the Medical
Examiner's Office.

We actually didn't get
a chance to officially
meet the other day

at your boyfriend's place.

He's not my boyfriend.

At least not anymore.

Well, then I guess there's
no reason to protect
him anymore, is there?

Is he in there?
Who?

Judas reincarnate. Nigel.

Yeah, he went in
about 10 minutes ago,

but I think he's making
a good impression on them,
because I heard them laughing.

I'll put
a stop to that.

Thanks,
we're out of business...
This is the man!

He's the one
who sabotaged
my weevil display!

I did no such thing!
Gentlemen, please.

Oh, you think I wouldn't
dust for fingerprints,
you weevil mangler.

Oh, great.
So now you're trying
to get me fired?

Trying to get
you fired?
Hey!

Stop it, you guys!

I can't take this anymore!

Do you see what
this is doing?

Are you happy,
Mr. Granger?

I'm just doing my job.

Some job. I quit.

I didn't see him do it.

I walked in right after.

There'd obviously been
some kind of a fight and
Kieran had killed the guy.

Casey Dean.
Did you know him?

No, I'd never
seen him before.

What did Kieran do
when he saw you?

He freaked.

Told me to hide
the lacrosse stick.

Said he was gonna call
his dad to help him
get rid of the body.

That's when I knew
I had to get out of there.

Hey, uh...

I know this is difficult,

but I need to ask you
why you didn't call
the police.

He'll kill me.

You will be
protected, okay?

I promise you.

Dr. Macy,
what are you
still doing here?

Trying to isolate
cause of death.

Thought your dad was in town.
What are you still doing here?

That's the question
of the day.

Let me guess. He's busting
your chops for working
in forensic pathology.

That's just it.
For the first time
in his life, he isn't.

He's retiring,
leaving the practice
to my brother.

All this time, it's
been all about me,
you know?

Now all of a sudden it isn't,
so you're a soldier
without a war, right?

Yeah, something
like that.

Or maybe he's playing
a head game with me,

wants me to
beg him for it.

I've been playing
this game my whole life.

He keeps pushing me,
I keep moving.

He can't just
up and change
the rules like that.

It's not fair.

You know,
being a father's
hard work, Trey.

It means having to be
the bad guy a lot of times.
Maybe he's tired of fighting.

My dad couldn't even
make it through
a whole round,

so he split
when I was seven.

I didn't know.
That's rough.

Yeah. Hated him
for a long time,

but then I finally
had to stop reacting

to things that happened
to me 30 years ago.

That's just it.

I look around this place
and I don't know if I'm here
because I want to be here

or because it's
the one place he
didn't want me to be.

You know, it's the hardest
thing in the world to stop
being someone's son

and to become
your own man.

I'm still learning
that one myself.

Like being asked
to fire somebody.
I hate it.

All I want to do
is run like my old man,
far and fast.

But you don't.

Looks like neither
of us followed in
our dad's footsteps.

These bones
are pretty calcified.

Yeah. Yeah,
I noticed that.

Look at the x-ray.
See how dense they are?

She probably
had osteopetrosis.

That's pretty rare.

Yeah, but I saw
a case during my
pediatric residency.

It's usually
found in infants,
but that kid was six.

So was she.

Trey.

You're very good
at what you do and
I'd hate to lose you.

MAN ON TV:
In local news,
Kieran Conroy,

son of reputed Irish
crime boss Blackie Conroy,
was taken into custody today

for the murder of
alleged drug dealer
Casey Dean.

After initially denying
involvement,

Kieran Conroy confessed
to the murder,

claiming it was
self-defense.
Authorities...

He confessed. Great.
You nailed the little
son of a bitch.

Yeah, but I screwed us
royally with Blackie.

What?

Something is still
bugging me about this,

but I can't
put my finger
on it.

Okay, well,
play it back
in your mind.

I already have.

What doesn't fit?

Well, okay,
let's say
I'm Isabelle.

If it all went down
the way I say it did,

I'm walking
down the hallway.

I open his door.

I see my boyfriend Kieran,
standing over the body
of a dead guy,

a guy I've never
seen before.

And, man, is he pissed.

He's just snapped
this guy's neck
with one blow.

And now he's
looking at me.

He tries to shut me up,
make me get rid
of the evidence.

Izzie, take this
and go, okay?
Please, just go.

JORDAN: But, he needs
more than my help,
so he calls dear old dad.

So what's wrong
with this picture?

The tattoo. How do I
know Dean has a tattoo?
I've never met him before.

You saw him
with his shirt off.
It got ripped in the fight.

No,
but his shirt
wasn't ripped.

Maybe his shirt wasn't
off when you saw him,

but then daddy's goon
dressed him before tossing
him out of the window.

You know, there is
another way I could
have seen that tattoo.

Dean and I were lovers.

We were pretty bold
doing it right here
in my boyfriend's bed.

MAX: Kieran comes back.

(SCREAMS)

But wait a minute.
Kieran was pretty
beat up on the news.

You know, maybe
she wasn't being bold.

Maybe she
had no choice.

Kieran was protecting her.

She was being raped.

MAX: Oh, this Dean kid,
he starts beating
your boyfriend to a pulp.

JORDAN: So I do
the only thing I can.

Isabelle had
the murder weapon,
motive and opportunity.

She did it.

And now Blackie's son
is covering for her.

I know what really happened.
Not what Isabelle
told the police,

not what you
told your dad,
but the truth.

What are you
talking about?

I already copped
to killing the guy.

But you didn't
kill anybody.
Isabelle did.

You don't have the first clue
what you're talking about,
so leave her out of it.

I know when things like this
happen that sometimes
people feel embarrassed.

Okay, they feel ashamed.

I'm not ashamed.
I just...

Look, rape is
an ugly crime.

Rape?
There was no rape.

Dean loved me.

You and Dean?
Izzie walked in on

what she shouldn't
have walked in on.

She went nuts.

She hit him.

Cracked his skull
with her lacrosse stick.

Then she went
to town on you.

By the time
I got her off me,

we realized
Dean wasn't moving.

I just wanted
to call the cops.

But she made you call
your dad instead.

She told me
to leave her out of it

or else she'd tell
my father everything.

So you'd rather go to prison
than have your dad know
that you're bisexual?

If you have to ask
that question,

then you really
don't know my father.

You know,
I could just
walk out of here

and tell the D.A.
everything you
just told me.

You're not
a cop or a lawyer.

I'll deny it.
All you got
are theories.

And my story
ain't changing.

You have the forensics
to back it up?

From the angle
of the blow to
Casey's neck,

I'm pretty sure I can prove
that he was hit by someone
of Isabelle's height.

Well, how sure are you?

That she did it, very.

That I can prove it, that's
a little more difficult.
But you know what?

She doesn't need
to know that.

What are you saying?
Kieran Conroy's in jail

for a crime
he didn't commit
because he's scared

that she's gonna
tell his dad
that he's gay.

But if Isabelle
thinks we've got her
nailed forensically...

Why, Detective Frazier,
are you telling me
that you would lie

to a suspect
to get a confession?

How surprisingly
amoral of you.

It's common
police procedure.

I owe you one.

Lily,
we need to talk.

Dr. Macy,
this is Claude Manning.
This is Sara Manning's father.

Hi.
The little girl
from the building.

But how did you find him?

I ran a search
on reported cases
of osteopetrosis

in Boston in 1958.
Right.

Then I made
some phone calls.

I hear you have
my little girl.

She was buried
in concrete, Mr. Manning.

Did you put her in there?

Forty-seven years ago,
come July.

Yeah. They called it
marble bone disease
back then.

See, there was
no cure for it,

but I spent every dime
I had on my Sara.

Yeah, I lost my house,
my car and my job.

I lost my little girl.

Why did you put
her remains in cement?

Well, I couldn't
afford to bury her.

And then I thought
of the Egyptians

building pyramids
to honor their dead.

And I've looked
at this skyline
for over 40 years, Doctor,

and I've thought
of my little girl
every single day.

And then last week,
she was gone.

Do you think
I could see her?

Yeah.

What are you trying
to tell me?

Stay away
from my family or
your son rots in jail

for something
he didn't even do.

Wait a second.
What do you know?

He's covering for someone.
I know who, I know how
and I know why.

So leave my dad alone
or I bury the truth so deep

it'll never see
the light of day.

You would never lie,
especially in court.
I know you better than that.

When someone messes
with my dad,

suddenly my ethics go
right out the window.

You're bluffing.

Try me.

There's the Irish in you.

Okay, here's the deal.

You get my son
out of jail,

and you, Max,
the bar, all safe.

Swear on your son?

I swear.
Now, where's
the evidence?

Sorry, it's going
straight to the police.

Whoa, whoa.
Hold it!

You can't just
walk out of here.
Tell me.

I think your son
better tell you.

But when he does,
just remember that
you almost lost him today.

Don't make
the same mistake twice.

Listen, Lily,
I can't let you resign.

Someone's got
to go, Garret.

If it's not me, it's...
No, no, no,
no, trust me.

This place needs
someone like you.

But you've got to fire
someone, Garret...

It's no longer a problem.
I've already figured out
what I'm gonna do.

You see,
I've got 15 years
of tenure.

They wouldn't have
to pay my replacement
nearly as much.

That should satisfy
the circling vultures.

You mean
you're quitting?

You can't do that.
This place needs you.

This place needs
someone who'll
protect the staff.

If my leaving
can save all your jobs,
then I've done my job.

Look at me.

It's gonna be
all right.

Okay.

Hey, what's going on?

Oh, there you are.
Dr. Macy just quit.

What?

Rather than fire
any one of us,
he's gonna resign.

Well,
never gonna happen.

Besides, they're probably
gonna fire me since
I'm the only one

who didn't even show up
for the evaluation.

So, hey,
problem solved.

Oh, would you
just come off
of it, Jordan?

We all know that this place
and this job mean as much
to you as they do to us,

so stop acting
like you don't care!

I'm sorry,
I didn't mean to
snap at you. I just...

No, you're right.

Like it or not,
we're a family.

So, now we got to
figure out how to keep
this family together.

Cutting staff
is never easy,
Dr. Macy.

But I have
done an analysis,

and the most
expendable member
of your staff...

Guys, we're in the middle
of something here.

We know. I just brought
the report that you asked for.

What report?
The one detailing

all the expenditure
that we cut from
the yearly budget,

totaling an amount of
one salaried employee
with benefits.

Nigel, you agreed
to give up...

Please, don't
say it out loud.

It makes my stomach churn
to think of it. But yeah.

And we can get
that larvae incubator
next year.

I've discovered
that Trey's old gym socks
are a perfect substitute.

A endless supply
of which I'm ready
to donate to the cause.

And who needs
vacation days,

you know,
when every day here
is like a day at the beach?

See, everyone
gave up something.

But if you still
need more cuts,
we'll all dig deeper.

We'll do
what we have to do.

I don't know what to say.
Except here you go,
Mr. Granger.

It's not that easy,
Dr. Macy.

Well, it could be
if you let it.

Hey, Dad. I didn't expect
to see you here.

Just wanted to say
my goodbyes.

I didn't want to leave it
like we left it.

I appreciate that.

So, did you think about
what I asked you?

About why I do what I do?

Yeah.

I realized that what I love
about this job doesn't have
a damn thing to do with you.

You save lives
and that's great.

But somebody's got
to speak for the dead,
and right now that's me.

What I do brings closure
to people's lives,

puts criminals behind bars,
brings families back together.

Now, maybe I can't count
the number of lives
I've saved,

but what I do
is important.

I can see that.

And you've got
a good fellowship.
And it all ends in two months.

So what are you
gonna do then?

I'll have some
tough choices to make.

But for now,
I'm where I'm
supposed to be.

Take care, son.

Listen, we're gonna go
grab a drink to celebrate.
You coming?

Yeah.
All right.

Dad.

Well, at least
there are six of you.

Oh, come on.
It takes a while, you know?
Yeah.

Yeah, you get
a few regulars
at first,

then after
a couple months,
a little word of mouth.

Yeah, trust me.
I think I could
help you out on that.

I know plenty
of heavy drinkers.

Oh, there's a shock.

Hey, what's a guy got
to do to get a drink
in this chicken shack?

Hey, how you doing?

Good, good.

(LAUGHING)

Can you really afford
to lose another brain cell?

Don't you worry,
my friend.

Not only is
my intelligence not
paralyzed by alcohol,

but I actually
get smarter
with every sip.

Well, it's true,
it's true.

By the time I'm piss drunk,
my IQ reaches genius level.

I saw a smile.
Saw a smile.

Does that mean
that we're friends
again, Buggles?

When will you be able
to afford the therapy
you so desperately need?

With the pay cut
I took today,
not any time soon.

Tell me about it.

Friends?

Friends.

I'll take that.
Sure.

Now we have a party.

MACY: Cheers.

My daughter.

Oh.

Went up against the devil
for her old man.

Would you have really
let his kid rot in jail
if he didn't back off?

Well, luckily,
we'll never have
to find out.

I would like...
Hello, excuse me,
everybody.

Excuse me,
everybody!

I would like
to propose a toast.
Okay, number one, to my dad.

ALL: Yeah!
MAX: Thank you.

Okay, to all of us.
Thank you for coming.

And also, number one,
to family.

ALL: To family.

WOMAN: Yeah!