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(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

Jordan, I'd like to know when the morning meeting became optional.

I had to walk a mile. Some idiot on a morgue tour took my parking space.

There's a TV crew here doing research for an autopsy show.

Who the hell watches an autopsy show?

Talk about must-miss TV. Yeah, right?

Uh, George?

Jordan.

Been a while.

She's requested I find you and give you this.

Okay, thanks.

May I say what a pleasure it is to see you looking so well?

Right back at you, George. You will read it, Jordan?

Yeah, sure.

Good day.

So who is "she"?

My grandmother.

I thought Max's parents were dead.

They are.

WOMAN: And over here we have the forensics lab.

Oh.

Hold it right there.

You are perfect, my friend.

I am? And who are you?

I'm the man who's gonna make you a star.

Hey, Woody. How's it hanging?

Jordan Cavanaugh. It must be my lucky day.

So who is the decedent?

Uh, Celia Brackett,

53 years young, no forced entry, no signs of struggle.

I think she did this to herself.

Who found her? A housekeeper,

early this morning. Has her own key and has not stopped crying.

Jordan, do you think you can give me a time of death?

Uh, probably sometime before midnight last night.

Thank you.

Fresh needle puncture wounds on the arm.

If she did this herself, then where's the needle?

I'll have my guys look through the trash.

I don't think that's gonna matter.

There's some bruising over her top lip.

And there's tears of the frenulum.

She was smothered.

Okay, so she did not kill herself.

No. No, she was murdered.

(ROCK 'N' ROLL MUSIC PLAYING)

Oh, Dr. Macy. That murder-suicide that you asked about is here.

All right.

I noticed that one of them is from my ancestral homeland.

I'm second-generation Polish.

Yeah. Lebowski. I figured that out.

(CHUCKLING)

My mother's from Grodno.

When I was little, she used to describe her village to me,

every night before I went to sleep,

in gross detail.

Well, maybe you can describe it to me sometime. What do you think?

And bore you to death?

How about tomorrow night over dinner?

Okay. Great. I know this new Ethiopian restaurant...

Hey, I feel like we're taking a culinary trip around the world.

(LAUGHING)

Looks like it's my cue to split.

Thanks. Sure.

What happened? Is Abby all right?

Abby's fine.

What is it then?

It's me

and Walter.

Great.

He, uh...

He left me.

(SNIFFS)

Maggie, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

(SOBBING) It's just that...

I'm too old for this.

Yeah, you and me both.

And welcome to the crypt.

Oh, great stuff. Oh, great stuff, Bug, yeah.

Yeah, the network is gonna eat you up.

And this is Nigel Townsend.

It is a pleasure to meet you, Nigel.

I have heard all about you from the Bug man.

Have you now?

Oh, I love the accent. Let's keep it.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Oh, we'll talk later, okay? I love it all.

Thank me.

Why? Because I pitched you to him.

What am I, a fastball?

He was the VP of programming at the Murder Channel,

and he wants me to audition as host for their new autopsy show,

Gruesome Stories. And I pitched you as my Ed McMahon.

One, two, three.

They want you to host a show on the telly?

He thinks I have a Deepak Chopra quality.

All we need are a few tantalizing tales of mayhem and the show is ours.

Well, what are we waiting for?

The morgue is our oyster.

BUG: All right, I've already got an idea.

Looking a little green there, Woody.

I can't believe you actually do this every day.

Jordan, Sheriff. I come bearing tox screens.

Took you long enough.

Well, I would have been here sooner, but I was rehearsing.

Uh-huh. What are the results?

What? Don't you want to know what I was rehearsing?

No. Uh, I do.

Bug has been asked to do a show on the telly, and I'm his sidekick.

Hey, I've never met a real TV star before...

Yeah, and you still haven't met one. The tox screen?

Positive for methohexital.

So she was unconscious?

Out cold, with just a dash of potassium chloride.

Enough to kill her?

Not quite. I mean, her vitreous levels are normal.

Oh, good work, Boy Wonder.

Well, if there's nothing further,

the stage is a harsh mistress.

Oh, there is one thing. Could you look through the files,

find out how many cases of potassium chloride injection

we've had in the last six months?

My feet are like wings.

That's strange.

Theater folk are like that.

Not him. Her liver and spleen. Cancer, end stage.

She was dying? Organs this far gone, she only had a few weeks left.

Now, we're sure she didn't kill herself?

Not unless she smothered herself with a pillow while unconscious

after taking a sedative.

Jordan, there's a Daniel Brackett here to see you.

I put him in the conference room.

Oh, thanks, Lily.

Hey.

That's her son.

So, I guess you'll want to speak to him by yourself.

I kind of spoke to him back at the house.

Maybe you could get something out of him one-on-one.

You know, I could get used to working with you, Woody.

Smothered? Who would do that to her?

We don't know yet.

When was the last time you saw your mother?

Last week. I live in New York.

I've been flying back and forth since she's been in the hospital.

Okay, where was she hospitalized?

Saint Gabriel's. I flew in this morning and went straight there.

She wasn't in her room. They told me her doctor had signed her out.

Okay, did you talk to her doctor about this?

No, I went straight to the house.

It was swarming with cops.

Why would anyone want to murder my mother?

I don't know.

There was nothing missing, she wasn't robbed.

What kind of scum brings her home when I'm not even there to take care of her?

You need to calm down.

Yeah, it's easy for you to say.

You didn't just come home and find your mother dead.

I'm gonna get to the bottom of this.

Now, you need to believe that. Okay?

Okay.

So, what's the name of your mother's doctor?

Dr. Gramble, over at that big oncology unit on Tremont.

Otto Neuman, definite asphyxia.

No signs of ligature.

Fractured hyoid bone indicates manual strangulation.

Ichthyosis present on neck and hands.

You wanted to see me, Dr. Macy?

Yeah, give me a hand with these two?

Sure.

This is Isaac Pilarski, seventy-eight.

Now, Isaac strangled Otto here with his bare hands

and put a bullet in his own head.

What's the riddle? Isaac's five inches shorter than Otto

and nearly 30 pounds lighter.

And manual strangulation's a power sport.

Right.

Look at his hands.

Arthritis.

Now, he had a gun, so why does he strangle him?

'Cause it meant something to Isaac here to kill this guy Otto with his bare hands.

Exactly. Now, take a look at this.

Tattoo?

Isaac was in a concentration camp.

Think you can trace it? Absolutely.

Dr. Gramble.

Dr. Cavanaugh is here from the Medical Examiner's Office.

How can I help you? I'm here about one of your patients,

Celia Brackett.

Advanced metastatic liver cancer.

Right. Um, did you check her out of the hospital yesterday?

I did.

And you brought her home?

Her time was close. She wanted to die at home.

She got her wish.

I hope it was painless.

She was sedated and then she was smothered.

Then I guess it was.

It doesn't concern you that she was murdered?

She had days left.

Her pain was getting worse.

Would have been in agony by the end.

Sounds to me like a kind soul put her out of her misery.

We also found elevated levels of potassium chloride in her system.

Interesting.

Her veins were shot.

They must have collapsed when this kind soul injected her.

And then he had to smother her.

Sounds very rational.

Yeah, but who would have access to potassium chloride

except for maybe a doctor?

You surprise me, Dr. Cavanaugh.

I would think you, a medical examiner

chronicling the ravages of disease day in and day out,

would see the value of this kind of death and leave it at that.

Call me old-fashioned, but I believe murder is wrong.

How very small-minded of you.

Yeah, well, me and my small mind are going straight to the police.

You know how big-picture they can be when it comes to homicide.

You do what you have to do.

I'll be right here.

Dr. Gramble told you, as in, he confessed?

I wouldn't call it a confession.

That guy is one arrogant son of a bitch.

Well, what was his motive? Mercy?

(LAUGHING IN DISBELIEF) Who cares? He killed her.

The D.A. cares. They're not too keen on prosecuting

well known and respected doctors for mercy killings.

Oh, I can't believe this. What, so now it's PC to set murderers free?

You're the one who said she had a couple of days to live.

Tell that to her son. He didn't even get a chance to see her before she died.

Jordan, you may not have guessed this, but I'm from a small town.

No, really, you? I know, hard to believe.

And in a small town there's something called privacy.

What is your business stays your business.

That your special way of telling me you're not going to enforce the law?

I will enforce the law if I think Dr. Gramble broke one.

So you're not gonna do anything?

Gramble gets off scot free?

Mr. Brackett, if we think the doctor killed your mother,

we'll go after him, but we need time to build our case.

Please excuse me. You bury this, there's gonna be trouble.

I know you're grieving, but don't threaten me.

We'll contact you if we need you.

Well, if you're not gonna do anything, maybe I'll just have to deal with him myself.

You know what? You shouldn't say things like that.

Why not? 'Cause these guys might think you're serious

and then they might arrest you.

Don't you see? He's gonna do this again.

How are you gonna live with yourself when he does this to somebody else's mother?

Got something.

Isaac Pilarski was brought to Birkenau

in the summer of 1944.

He was there until the war was over.

He was sixteen years old.

Here's where it gets interesting.

I did some checking on the other guy, Otto, as well.

Cross-referenced his name through the war criminal database.

Otto was a prisoner, too? Nah, he wasn't.

But his name came up in several witness testimonials.

He was a guard at Auschwitz.

So their paths could have crossed.

Auschwitz and Birkenau were neighboring camps.

Guards from Auschwitz took prisoners to Birkenau all the time.

All right, so they saw each other, maybe knew each other.

Do you mind?

Classic revenge murder.

Except for now we just have one small problem.

What's that?

They don't circumcise non-Jews in Europe.

That went double for Nazis.

Hi, Lily.

Hi. Um... Garret.

(CHUCKLING)

I still can't get used to calling you that.

I have to keep myself from saying Dr. Macy.

Listen, I need to cancel tonight.

Oh. Something's come up.

This has something to do with Maggie, doesn't it?

(STAMMERING) It's complicated.

I know you have baggage.

I think of Maggie as a lady's hard-sided trolley tote.

She's indestructible, she's attractive and she's

often an encumbrance.

That's the best description of her I've ever heard.

My uncle owned a luggage store, so...

Listen, I want to thank you for being so understanding.

As long as we're open and honest with each other, we don't have a problem.

Hey, Dad. Making this a regular stop?

Just came from the precinct.

Got a cancer doc who did in his own patient.

Pretty heavy allegation.

I assume you have proof.

He as much as admitted it.

She was terminal, he was merciful,

let's call the whole thing off.

Well, how much time did she have left?

What does it matter?

(CHUCKLING)

You see this black and white because you don't want to look at all the angles.

Oh, okay. I get being sick and wanting out.

You want to do yourself, fine.

But this bastard has no right butting in.

All I know is if it were me in a jam that way,

I'd hope you'd pull the plug.

You know what? Let's jump off that bridge when we come to it.

Oh, by the way, I have been summoned

to the palace for high tea.

Well, I think you should go.

What? We hate her.

And how many years are we gonna do that?

It's worked pretty well for the last twenty.

Your grandparents were angry when your mother died, angry at me.

Maybe with cause.

That's ridiculous.

Well, all I exposed her to, we don't even know now

whether that played a part in her death.

Only natural they'd blame me.

And try to take your daughter away from you.

Don't forget that part.

Well, of course, I couldn't let them take you away,

but I never meant that you should lose that part of your life forever.

It's not like I ever missed it or anything.

See her, Jordan.

Do it for me.

Bugster! Nigelicious!

May I introduce your stylist, Anastasia.

Our stylist.

Dress for success, my friend.

Not just an audience of stiffs anymore.

(CHUCKLING)

Now, for Dr. Bug, I'm thinking Armani.

Armani makes a lab coat?

You think Noah Wyle wears off the rack?

Pretty sure he's not.

Noah who?

Quite a transformation. Mmm.

I think I'm gonna fancy being in show business.

So, Dr. Bug, what brilliance do you have planned for the big day?

Oh, I have got a dung beetle that will knock their socks off.

Ooh, interesting. Does it have to be a dung beetle?

Well, I guess... 'Cause you know what the network just loves?

Gadgets.

Gadgets. Yeah, flashing lights,

fluorescence, that kind of thing. The more the merrier.

Will do.

She's glad you came.

She give up speaking altogether, George?

Hello, Jordan.

How you doing?

Would you care for tea?

Sure.

Lemon?

No, thanks.

Oh, I see you moved the Cassatt.

Oh, I'm surprised you noticed.

Are you kidding? Change like that in a room like this...

I never thought you cared for this house.

Oh, well... Milk?

No, straight up is just fine.

(SIGHING)

Thanks.

How are you, Jordan?

I'm good.

Two words to sum up twenty years?

You're very succinct.

You come right from work?

Oh, it's casual Wednesday.

Have you made many friends there?

Look, can we just cut the crap and you tell me what I'm doing here?

Because I really, really don't like tea.

Fair enough. It's been a long time, Jordan.

I just wanted to see you,

to get an impression of you,

before the monetary settlements in my will become final.

Wait a minute. This is about money?

What else could it be about?

Okay. I'm out of here.

MACY: I've been looking for you.

I went to see my grandmother. Yeah?

Yeah. How'd that go?

It was a raging success.

So what's up?

Where are we on the Brackett case?

Doctor-assisted suicide.

I thought you said it wasn't suicide.

Assisted suicide isn't suicide. It's murder.

Well, that's one point of view. It's not one that I personally endorse.

Unfortunately, the state of Massachusetts doesn't agree with you.

But Detective Small Town Values does.

He won't move yet. Maybe he's looking at all sides of the issue,

not just his point of view. Excuse us, guys, come on.

Thanks. Garret, sorry, but you know what?

Murder is still murder.

Listen, I'm working on a guy who possibly killed his own concentration camp guard.

Should I look at him as a murderer?

Jordan. Jordan, I checked the files.

Four cases in the last six months,

death by potassium chloride injection.

The doctor on record...

Arthur Gramble?

JORDAN: Mrs. Brackett makes five.

Five that we know about. I'll have a sector car meet us there.

Nice to have you back on board.

I actually did a little research of my own there, Jordan.

Dr. Arthur Gramble, honorary member of the Hemlock Society,

patron Euthanasia Support and Guidance.

It's good for people to have hobbies.

I'm sorry, Jordan. Please don't be mad at me.

I just couldn't make a move until the law was on my side.

So are we talking about a mercy killer?

Sound of things, we're looking at a serial killer.

CELIA: No one has forced me to do this in any way.

I want to die, really.

I want for all of this to be over.

I'm so sorry, Daniel.

I couldn't wait. I knew you'd try to stop me.

It's for the best, really.

I love you.

Daniel, take it easy.

Put the gun down, Daniel.

Daniel, I want you to rise slowly and move away from the gun.

Get him outta here. He was dead when I got here, I swear.

Dr. Cavanaugh, you believe me, don't you?

Just sit tight, Daniel.

Pretty circumstantial case against him, don't you think?

Circumstantial or not, he looks darn guilty with that gun in his hand.

The doctor wasn't even shot.

Jordan, we both heard him make threats.

He was trying to get our attention.

Well, he got it now, didn't he?

Well, it's what I deserve, isn't it?

What's that?

Being alone.

I mean, I treated Walter like an accessory,

something to spoil myself a little bit.

I didn't really value him.

You ask me, you overvalued him.

Mmm, seriously, though, what is wrong with me?

There's nothing wrong with you.

Garret. Wasn't that the answer in the manual

you gave me? It came right after,

"Those pants make your ass look great."

You were very well-trained, weren't you?

Yeah, I was, and right after I mastered which way the toilet paper's

supposed to go, you dropped me.

See, there must be something wrong with me,

to let a guy like you go.

Maggie. Mmm, no.

Maybe it's my fate.

What?

(CLICKS TONGUE)

Oh, I never seem to realize what I have

until it's too late.

(SIGHS)

So, what time's Abby getting home?

Uh...

She's sleeping at Rachel's.

You remember what

we used to do when she had a sleepover?

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

(STAMMERING) Listen, I really...

Oh, God, listen...

Maggie, I...

(STAMMERING)

I'm sorry.

I gotta go.

(DOOR OPENING)

BUG: (IMITATING FANFARE) Nah-nah!

Oh, nice basket.

It's from the network.

Big audition's tomorrow.

What are you doing with those here?

What, don't I always share with my friends?

No.

We thought that maybe a little baked incentive

would encourage you to share with us.

Share what?

One muffin, one story.

Well, I got a great story.

Worth at least two muffins.

You drive a hard bargain.

Check this out.

Concentration camp prisoner

finds his jailer after 50 years,

kills him with his bare hands.

Nah, too Schindler's List.

What? It has intrigue, mystery.

Okay, how's about a cancer doctor who euthanizes his patients?

So '80s. So '80s.

I'm still taking a muffin. BUG: Oh, yeah?

Morning, all.

Hi. Where'd we get the basket?

Oh, uh, my network sent it over.

Your network?

You're looking at the new stars of Gruesome Stories. Gruesome Stories.

I'm looking at two guys who want to think twice

before selling out this institution with some exploitative autopsy show.

Would you feel differently if I told you that

you're gonna be the first guest coroner?

No.

Way to rally the troops.

Yeah, well, I have a lot on my mind.

Yeah, like what?

I had dinner with Maggie last night.

It got awkward, you know? After you.

Garret.

Geez. Don't juggle. You're bad enough with one.

Yeah, but I stopped it before it got out of hand.

Good. Because, you know, I like Maggie,

but the two of you together was not pretty.

Yeah, tell me about it.

Oh, Jordan, Mrs. Gramble is here to see you.

Oh. Dead doc's wife.

Yeah. The doctor's dead?

Yeah. I put her in the conference room for you.

Why, thanks, Lily. Sure.

Wow, that's a nice skirt.

Oh, don't you love that skirt, Garret?

It's great.

So, good morning, Dr. Macy.

Hi, Lily.

So, how was last night?

Last night was fine. It was, you know, fine.

Good.

So I was kind of looking forward to a rain check on that dinner.

You know, I'm just kind of jammed up right now.

But we can talk about this later, all right?

Sure.

Mrs. Gramble.

Oh, I guess we've already met before.

I worked with my husband.

I'm very sorry for your loss.

In my husband's brain, you're going to find an inoperable tumor.

He was dying?

Yes, I thought you should know.

Why is that?

Mrs. Brackett's son is going to be charged with murdering my husband, isn't he?

We have every reason to believe he will, yes.

You see, to me, it's quite clear that my husband chose his way out.

He took his own life rather than wait for that tumor to take him.

Did he happen to choose the way out for anyone else?

My husband did God's work,

work that made him proud.

Mrs. Gramble, I'm asking you if your husband killed people.

I know what you're asking and I've given you your answer.

(DOOR OPENING)

(DOOR SHUTTING)

You find anything?

Nothing we didn't know.

Isaac was killed by a self-inflicted gunshot wound.

You find anything?

No birth records for Otto Neuman.

It's like his life began in Auschwitz.

I managed to find Isaac's next of kin, a cousin.

She's coming in for the remains.

Says she's never heard of Otto Neuman.

Sort of a long shot anyway.

Not necessarily. Take a look at this.

Ichthyosis? Epidermolytic hyperkeratosis, to be exact.

They both have it.

That runs in families. Yeah.

You think they're related? I've ordered DNA tests.

We'll find out tomorrow.

Why did you go to Dr. Gramble's office?

I don't know. To threaten him.

To tell him what he did was wrong.

I don't even know what I would have done if I would have found him alive.

All right, all right. You get there. You find him dead.

You pop in a video? I was gonna call the police,

when I saw that box of videos.

The one on top had my mom's name on it.

We found your fingerprints on the suicide machine.

Well, I must have touched it somehow.

I don't know.

Okay. Why don't you take a minute, think about your situation

and we'll get right back to this in a few seconds, okay?

He's opening up. I'll get him there.

Mrs. Gramble came to see me. Says her husband had an inoperable brain tumor.

What did the autopsy say?

Confirmed it. She swears that he killed himself.

Why would she volunteer that information?

Because she doesn't want Daniel to go to jail for something he didn't do.

All right, well, that puts me in a pickle, because he was there,

he was armed, he had a motive,

and his prints are all over that machine.

But it doesn't mean that he did it.

Now, meet me at this address. It's a bar.

My cologne finally got to you, didn't it?

Is that what that was?

(CHUCKLING)

Dad.

Hi. You see your grandmother?

Yeah. She wants to give me money.

There's a first.

I took a pass.

Hope that doesn't mean you left on bad terms.

Define "bad terms."

Oh, Jordan.

Look, can we put this aside for a sec?

We put it aside for twenty years.

Time is a luxury.

I would have thought you understood that by now.

How many more years do you think your grandmother's got?

That doctor found himself on the business end of his own suicide machine.

I read the papers. Said they arrested the son of one of his patients.

Yeah, he was dying. His wife told me he cashed in on his own chips.

Hey. Oh.

Detective Woody Hoyt, Max Cavanaugh.

Oh, your dad. It's nice to meet you, sir.

Max, please. Can I buy you a beer?

Uh, I'm off duty. Why not?

Jordan's been filling me in on your case.

What I can't figure is why Gramble's wife points her finger at suicide.

She stands to lose millions in the doctor's life insurance,

not to mention his reputation.

Maybe she had something worse to hide.

Well, the only thing worse she would have to hide is if she killed him herself.

Maybe she did.

Okay, wait, wait, wait.

So now we're thinking the wife did this?

Gramble's dying. He wants out.

He asked his wife to help him.

She's a nurse. She knows how to work the machine.

He tells her to leave him there hooked up, so it looks like he did it himself.

Only when Daniel arrives, the doctor's already dead.

Then Mrs. Gramble hears he's been charged with murder.

She feels responsible.

So then she has to come tell me that he killed himself.

And if you ruled the doctor's death a suicide, no harm done.

Daniel gets off, so does she.

Wow. Now I know why folks talk to bartenders.

Oh, Dad was a cop.

Yeah, over 30 years on the force.

Well, only one small thing left to do.

Yeah, what's that?

Now you gotta prove it.

(EXHALING)

My heart just skipped a beat.

You're just excited.

Actually, I'm a trifle nervous.

Look, all you have to do is laugh at my jokes,

hold my bugs and make me look good.

It's just like we're in our office.

Hey, guys, what do you think?

It is fabulous. Mmm-hmm.

It's part talk show, part science lab.

We want people to feel at home, comfy.

And then we hit them with your gruesome stories.

Oh, brilliant.

Brilliance, my friend, is all yours.

Come on, let me show you where we make you gorgeous.

Oh.

These little guys were the key.

They whispered the

secret in my ear.

(EXAGGERATED LAUGHTER)

That's right. They whispered the secret in his ear.

They led us to the killer.

They whispered the secret in his ear

and that's how they made the case, because...

BUG: (CHUCKLING) They led us to the killer.

So, let's go to the tape, shall we?

Cut! Cut! Cut! Cut, cut.

MAN: Everybody, right away. Back to one.

Nigel, a word.

Look, I'm sure if you give him another chance, he'll come up aces.

He worked really hard on this. He's just nervous.

Forget about him. Give him a chance.

I want to talk about you.

Me? Mmm-hmm.

I sucked. Oh.

You popped, buddy.

I popped? I got two words for you.

Solo act.

Solo act?

Okay, thanks.

I got uniforms at the house and an APB on her car.

I don't get it. Why did she run?

Maybe she figured if Daniel was taking the rap,

it'd be a good time to take off.

Well, found these in her desk.

Every prognosis terminal.

Hey, do you have a log of those suicide videos?

Yes. And this is your copy.

Thank you.

Yeah, they match the folders.

Let's look at the appointment book.

It's not like he's gonna write in his appointment book that he's killing people.

Here it is, December 11th.

The doctor was away at a conference.

That can't be right.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

This is Hoyt.

Unless he didn't do this alone.

Okay, thanks. Her car just turned up in Medford.

I just found two more suicides that occurred while he was out of town.

Think he had a partner?

I think we're gonna find out.

Thank you.

Stop right there!

Everything's going to be okay.

WOODY: Mrs. Gramble, come with me.

Mrs. Gramble, you are under arrest for the deaths

of Arthur Gramble and Celia Brackett.

Nice mourning period.

My work is important.

Don't you mean your husband's?

He believed in what I was doing, but he could never do it himself.

Come on. So you did it for him.

That woman was my husband's patient for five years.

Take a good look at her.

Do you really think you're doing her a favor?

I'm sorry.

This is Otto Neuman, the man that Isaac killed.

He was a guard at Auschwitz.

It's been so many years.

Is that...

Isaac's brother.

(GASPING)

Isaac always said it.

I never believed him.

Said what?

Isaac's parents wouldn't leave Poland when mine did.

And then when it was already too late

they sent Isaac and Frank on their own.

They were soon separated.

Isaac was taken to Birkenau.

We always assumed that Frank was dead,

buried in some mass grave.

But Isaac always said he saw him in the camps,

working with the Germans.

(SIGHING)

He searched for him his whole life.

Never married, never had children.

He spent his whole life chasing a ghost.

Looks like he found him.

(SCOFFING) At what price, Dr. Macy?

When you live in the past, it costs you the present.

His remains are ready to be released.

Mmm.

Has anyone come for Frank?

A new family?

No.

(SIGHING)

I'll take them both.

I'll bury them together.

JORDAN: Is this a bad time? GRANDMOTHER: No, no, not at all.

I saved a woman's life today.

Well, that's wonderful.

No. No, actually, it's not wonderful.

I don't understand.

I was trying to help her, but I didn't.

I passed judgment at a distance.

Sort of like what I did with you.

I always hated you for trying to take me away from my father.

Jordan, we just tried to do what was best.

I can see that now.

(SIGHING)

If I can forgive myself for what I did to that woman today,

maybe I can forgive you for trying to actually do right by me,

even when it was wrong.

Thank you.

(SOFT CHUCKLE)

I'm sorry for walking out on you the other day.

Oh, it was wrong of me to say it was about money.

I suppose it's a more comfortable currency for me to barter with.

I can understand that.

It's been twenty years.

Not a day goes by that I don't think about your mother.

Finally, something in common.

I miss her and I miss you.

It's one thing to miss someone who's gone, but...

(EXHALING)

Jordan, you're here.

I just don't want to miss you anymore.

Well, now, hey, maybe I could come by from time to time and see you.

I'd like that.

Okay then.

Hey, Lily.

A signature, please.

So it turns out they were brothers.

Oh, I heard. Sad.

You know, I know he was young and doing whatever he could do to survive

but I can't help thinking that justifiable homicide was coined for this occasion.

Well, you ask me, I think he must have welcomed death.

Must have been a relief for it finally to be over.

Guess Jordan wasn't the only one investigating a mercy killing.

Um, Garret?

Listen, we need to talk.

No, you need to work things out.

There's nothing to work out. Well...

That may be true.

But I don't want to feel the way I have for the last two days ever again.

I'm not blaming you. I'm not pressuring you.

Just please, for my sake, just

do whatever you need to do to be sure.

(STAMMERING)

(BLUES SONG PLAYING)

Well, if it isn't the traitor.

I've been looking everywhere for you.

Yeah, why? So you can gloat?

Gloat about what?

My best mate gives me a shot at stardom

and I screw it up for the both of us.

What are you talking about?

Tate told me the truth. I mucked up the show.

I hope one day you can forgive me.

You know, I discovered something when I went back to the morgue.

Yeah, what's that?

(CHUCKLING) I like it there.

I love my job.

It's where I belong. Don't try to make me feel better, Bug.

No, no, no, no. The truth is

if you hadn't screwed up so badly

we might be stuck in some glamorous life we really hated.

When you're right, you're right.

Can I buy you an ale?

Yeah, all right. Yeah.

(SONG CONTINUES)

(SOFT ROCK PLAYING)

So, you're a regular now?

Hey, this place has a certain charm.

Look, Woody. How about a toast?

To getting our man.

Pretty shallow victory, huh?

Bad guys don't always wear black hats.

Guess we still gotta do our jobs.

Yeah. So how's Daniel?

Relieved.

Good.

I felt bad about leaving you with that sick lady.

And I, uh, just wanted to make sure you were okay.

You're a nice guy.

Does that mean I finish last?

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

No, it means I'd like to buy you a drink.

Sure.

Excuse me while I negotiate with the owner.

So, my old man gave me some advice

and I went and made something that resembles peace.

Ah, that's wonderful.

Yeah, I think we sorted it out.

You did the hard thing, Jordan.

That's always for the best.

(CHUCKLING) What was that for?

I don't know.

You raising me.

Doing the hard thing.

Oh, in this case the hard thing would have been anything else.

...for Woody? Yeah, sure.