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(UPBEAT SONG PLAYING)

(MACY HUMMING
UPBEAT SONG)

What are you doing?
Running assignments.

Homicide in Dorchester.

No, I mean that cheerful
sound you're making with
your mouth.

My Favorite Things,
Coltrane.

I've known you
eight years, Garret.

Never once have I known you
to hum a happy tune.

Go to Dorchester.

Look, I gave Lily
a ride home last night.
She seemed a little down.

Really, what'd she say?
Nothing about you,
which is a first.

So what's the deal
with the ex?

There's no deal.
We're communicating.

Vertically or horizontally?
That's very funny.

Dr. Macy, I'm sorry
to interrupt,

but we just got a call
on a dead teenager

and Dr. Sanders was up
next so I gave him the file.

Okay, Lily, thanks.

The thing is, it's this...
It's a student from
Loyola High.

That's Abby's school.

(DIALING)

(SOFT ROCK PLAYING)

Never been so glad to see you.

Remember Dr. Sanders?

Hey.
Damon's dead, Dad.

I talked to him this morning,
he was fine.
Damon?

Damon Tremaine.

I met him in ninth grade
in summer session.
He's such an amazing guy.

They said he was fine
one second and then
he just fell down and died.

Listen, you just try
to take it easy, okay.

I need to go do my job.
I'll be right back.

I'm Dr. Macy from
the M.E.'s Office.

My associate, Dr. Sanders.

Jim Evans.
I run the basketball program
here at Loyola.

What happened?
We were running
a full court drill.

Damon crossed half-court
and he hit the deck.

I thought he had sprained
his ankle,
but he didn't get up.

Was he breathing when you
got to him?

We tried CPR until
the paramedics arrived.

I just can't believe
this could happen.

I read about this guy.

He was one of the top
high school players
in the state.

All right, listen, let's just
run the basics and get a wagon
down here fast, okay?

Hey, Eddy. What's up?
What have we got?

Single gunshot to the back
of the head, execution style.

ID?

No. No wallet, no keys,
nothing. No witnesses either.

Of course,
a half a dozen people
heard the gunshot, but...

My guess is the shooter
took off through that alley
over there.

Small caliber.

Oh, must have come
here to score.

That and a little grocery
shopping. He had this
bag here with him.

Ah, milk and heroin.

That's the breakfast
of champions, right?

He probably lived
in one of these flophouses
around here

where the junkies shoot up,
sleep and eat.

In that order.

Of course, that's in between
changing diapers, right?

(SOFT ROCK CONTINUES)

ABBY: How could he be dead?

I mean, he's a month younger
than I am.

How could this have happened?

I won't know until
I examine him.

Damon was the best player
that Loyola ever had.

Every college in the country
was after him.

Did you know him well?

I didn't date him if that's
what you're asking.
It isn't.

I'm sorry.

I used to hang with him a lot
before he became
a basketball god

and started spending every
second either practicing
or lifting weights.

He used to hassle me
about not having
everything figured out.

God, he knew exactly
what he wanted.

(SIGHING) Listen, are you
going to be okay? I got to go.

Call you as soon as I know
something.

Okay.
All right.

Dad?

I found this on the upstairs
table, at Mom's.

Thanks.

Look, Abby, your mom's been
going through a tough time
since Walter left, and I...

You don't need to explain.
Well, no, I know.
It's just...

No, Dad. I'm a big girl

and I understand
and I'm totally cool with it.

You are?
Sure. Why not?

I have plenty of friends
whose parents have split
then hooked back up.

It's no biggie.
Call me later?

Yeah.

JORDAN: Ever see
one of these before?

Membranous hind wings,
dentated legs,
clavated antenna?

Interesting.
Where'd you find it?

Pulled it off the shoe
of a dead junkie
in Dorchester.

Can it help me find out
who killed him?

Let me look into it.

Thank you.
Thank you.

Nice hat.
Thanks.

Well, what do you think?

You're a vision of idiocy.

You mean you're not even
the least bit curious
about the hat?

Uh, no.

Come on, insectus,
take a guess.

Mentally deranged
chimney sweep?

Close, in that
I will be sweeping away
the soot and cobwebs

to explore our collective
nightmarescape.

It's my mate's business.

I'm taking over while
he's away in Barbados.

See, the topper is
so the tourists can
pick me out in a crowd.

What, that's been
a problem before?

Look, see.
Boston Fright-seeing Tour.

Haunted history,
ghostly byways.

Add yourself and you've
got a horror hat trick.

Add forty bucks a head
and you got a new Porsche.

(DOG WHINING)

Is that a dog?

New admit.

Oh, okay. A, it's alive
and B, I am not a vet.

Not the dog. Her.

(SNEEZING)

Bless you.
Oh, I'm...

Oh, allergic.
Sorry.

This little guy was
found with her.

She was walking him in
Cambridge Common when
she passed away.

There's no identification.

All right, then let's get her
into Trace and run
some prints.

What about him?

Oh, I defer to ancient
Korean wisdom
when it comes to dogs.

Which is?

They inspire longevity
and good health.

Oh, did you hear that?

(DOG WHINING)
As part of a complete
nutritious breakfast.

Just get him out of here.

Mrs. Tremaine,
I'm Dr. Macy.

I'd like to offer
my condolences
for the loss of your son.

Thank you.

We'll be performing an autopsy
this afternoon.

Is there anything you can
tell me about Damon's medical
history that would be helpful?

He was fine.
He hadn't missed a day
of school in three years.

My daughter Abby goes to
Loyola.

She said that Damon
was a great kid.

He was a popular boy.
Sweet, smart.

Everything was going great
until that man got a hold
of him.

You mean Coach Evans?

That bastard's responsible
for my son's death.

What makes you say that?

Damon loved to play
basketball.

And I supported it as long
as his grades were good.

But Evans had him practicing
morning, noon and night.

Wind sprints, special diets.
Who knows what else?

If there's anything unusual
about Damon's death,

I can assure you
we'll find it.

If we're lucky,
we'll know more tonight.

If I was lucky,
my son would still be alive.

Hey. Still no luck
on missing persons.
Find anything?

Yeah, one strange thing.

She's wearing an outfit
that costs more than my car.

Well, she was found
on Cambridge Commons.

There's a lot of rich folks
around there.

Yeah, that's what I thought.

Then I looked at her hands.
Whoa.

These are working hands,
years of harsh chemicals,
manual labor.

Self-made woman?

Or maybe just a maid.

(SNEEZING)

Bless you.

Is that mutt still here?

Animal Control took him
an hour ago. She's got
some hair on her jacket.

If she's a maid,
how come she's wearing Chanel?

I'm guessing hand-me-downs.

Let's start calling
all the household
help agencies,

see if anyone
didn't show up
for work this morning.

Okay.

Jordan.

Oh. I got your page.
What's the emergency?

No emergency. Just thought
I'd keep you in the loop.

Since when do you keep
me in the loop?

Well, I figured
I'd spare you the whole
going behind my back,

being obnoxious routine you
normally resort to, you know.

Oh, well, when you
put it that way.

So, what have we got?

Nailed the shooter
in the John Doe case.

Oh, wow. That was fast.

His name is Keith Walker,
small-time dealer.

The guy had the keys,
the wallet, everything.

Killed the man
for twelve dollars.

Has he confessed?

Not yet. He lawyered up.

(SIGHING)

Well,
I ran the victim's prints.
His name's Chris Vanders.

Yeah, yeah, so did we.
Not much of a record, though.

He's got possession charges
for cocaine, heroin.
That's it.

Have you located the mother
and the baby yet?
We sent a unit to the address.

They're on their way in.
This part never gets easier.

That poor kid's going
to grow up without a father.

Some father.

Hey, it's not all
black and white, Jordan.

I didn't realize you were
such a bleeding heart.
I'm not.

I'm just saying the guy's life
was complicated.

I mean, come on, he was
buying dope and diapers?

I'd say he was a bit
conflicted.
"A bit"?

A junkie, I can deal with,
but a junkie with a kid,
that kind of pisses me off.

I'm just giving him
the benefit of the doubt,
that's all.

Detective Winslow,

this is Tanya Vanders,
Chris Vanders' wife.

Hi, Mrs. Vanders.
I'm Detective Winslow.

This is Jordan Cavanaugh.
She's the medical examiner
assigned to the case.

Hi.

Where's Amy?
I'm sorry?

My baby.

He had my baby.

He came by whenever
he was clean, to see Amy,

you know, and yesterday
he showed up about 2:00.

(BREATHING DEEPLY)

He said he'd watch her while
I did some errands.

And when I came back,
they were gone.

And then I got a call from
the police saying
Chris was dead.

We know about his heroin use.
He was found in
a known drug neighborhood.

Any idea why he'd take
the baby there?

I don't know.
He did lots of crazy things.

Any idea who
his dealers were?

No.

Look, we're going to canvas
the neighborhood where he was
found, get the press involved.

If she's alone, no one
will be taking care of her.

Will she be okay?

Tell me the truth,
Dr. Cavanaugh.
How much time?

We will find her
as soon as we can.

As soon as we know anything,
we'll call you. I promise.

Do you have
someplace to go?

No.

Why don't you
come with me?

I can take you back
to my office.

Maybe you could get
some rest there.

Thank you.

Here we go, my darlings.
As promised,

the spooky saloon,
the gruesome groggery,

the petrifying public house.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

Yes, scary, yeah.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

Impressive.

Nigel.
Mmm-hmm.

Can I have a word?
Certainly, certainly.
One moment, my darlings.

(SPEAKING GIBBERISH)

Right, yeah, what?

Who are these people?
Terror tour.

And you found them
where, exactly?

Waiting around for one of
those dull-as-dishwater Paul
Revere Slept Here snore buses.

I offered them
an alternative.

You stole
an international tour?

I prefer the term
"diverted," but yeah.

Look, the joint's closed
until dinner,

so why don't you take these
people back to their bus?

Because they're expecting
chilling tales from the
haunted tavern.

Come on,

I bet you're a regular
gay raconteur when you
get going, hey? Hey?

I have my moments.
The problem is
the place isn't haunted.

Yeah, well, these people are
looking to be entertained,

not write a bloody
master's thesis.

You want me to spin some line
of bull to these people about
ghosts in the bar?

Weave an alternate history
is all I ask.

What's in it for me?

Twenty hungry, thirsty
Germans.

Bratwurst
and beer ring a bell?

Jawohl.

Willkommen!

Hey, we got a match on
Jane Doe's dental records.

Her name was Hilda Ruiz.

Good. Next of kin?

Well, I got a number in
San Miguel de Allende, Mexico.
I talked to her sons.

She worked as a domestic
in Cambridge for eight years.

And her employers didn't
report her missing?

Maybe they figured she
was just taking a sick day?

(SIGHING) She needed
more than a sick day.
Her lungs were a mess.

Tons of scar tissue.

Do you have any idea why?

Eight years up close and
personal with cleaning
chemicals.

She might as well have been
working in a mine.

Can her children arrange
for her body to be sent home?

She sent money every month
to Mexico to support them.

(SIGHING)

Did her sons have a contact
number for the family
she worked for?

Maybe I should
go to the source.

You said she was found
in Cambridge Common?

Yeah.

It's time to go knock
on some doors.

MAX: The bloody hook came
closer and closer.

And he knew the vengeance
of the pirate ghost was
upon him.

Woo! Bravo.

(THANKING IN GERMAN)

Thank you, barkeep Cavanaugh.
That was quite the
tale of horror.

(EXHALES)

Friday night,
Scooby Doo rerun, right?

Never miss an episode.

(CHUCKLING)
That's brilliant.

Brilliant.

Well, thanks again
for the brew and the blarney.

Ah...

Oh, no. Their tab's settled.
I double-checked it myself.

Oh, they're all settled.
You still owe me
a speaker's fee.

Oh, but...

Come back any time.

(CHUCKLING)

MACY: Most cases
of sudden death
are due to cardiac arrest.

But that wouldn't explain
the low body temp I got
at the scene.

Since time of death
isn't an issue.
What about drugs?

I ordered a tox screen.
Jugular veins were distended,

heart's enlarged.

Looks to be.

What?

I used to run eight or nine
games a day in the hot sun
when I was his age.

Felt invincible.
Bet he felt the same.

Well, you know, when you're
a kid, you never think you're
pushing yourself too hard.

If you want to go all the way,
you got no choice.

That sounds like the voice
of experience.

I played ball
as a freshman at Cal.

At Berkeley? You must have
been pretty damn good.

Yeah, I could play.

But once I decided
to go pre-med,
something had to give.

This kid never even
got to make the choice.

This is the nicest room
we've got.

The rest of the place
can be pretty creepy
when you're not used to it.

Hey, can I get you something
to eat or drink?
I'm okay, thanks.

Amy. That's a very
pretty name.

Yeah, we named her after
my grandmother.

She's usually napping by now.

I finally got her on one
of those schedules they
talk about in the baby books.

It's hard being on your own.

My dad raised me alone.

I'm sure there were times when
he wished I wasn't around.

No, he didn't.

Just find her.

Please.

So, what'd you guys find?

Well, there's some dusty
residue embedded into
the soles of his shoes.

Okay, get me a sample.
Nigel, can you run that?

Yeah, sure.

I feel terrible
for that woman.

I feel even worse
for the baby.

What about that beetle
I found?

Ah, well, traditionally,
it is found in warmer regions
of the Eastern Seaboard,

in Georgia, Louisiana,
the deep South.

But at some point last night,
Chris Vanders stepped
on a beetle nest.

In the deep South?
No, probably not,

but someplace very warm.

The female doryphora
only lays her eggs

in temperatures above
eighty-five degrees
Fahrenheit.

That could be anywhere
with a heater.

And one of the fibers on his
pants leg is a wool commonly
used in industrial carpets.

Distinguishing feature
being its color.

What color exactly?

Puke green.

So I did some checking,
and based upon the weave
and the fabric grain,

the manufacturer appears
to be an industrial firm
in Arlington.

Now, it's used mainly
in hotels.

That's a long shot.
How many hotels
in Boston proper?

(CHUCKLING) I don't know.

But I've got a feeling
I'm about to find out.

Thanks for picking me up.
I was just too
freaked out to drive.

Well, you know,
it's tough to lose
someone you care about.

It's just so weird

how one second they can
be laughing and smiling,
and then the next...

Tell me, did Damon
ever talk about taking
performance-enhancing drugs?

You know, amphetamines,
steroids or anything
like that?

Everyone knows that some
of the jocks take drugs
to help them play better.

Did Damon take them?

He didn't say
and I didn't ask.

I do know that Coach Evans
is a banner freak.

Basketball championships,
he lives for them.

Word is that he looks
the other way if players
want to improve their game.

This just feels like
a bad dream.

I'm sorry about your friend.

He had such big plans,
college and then
pro basketball.

And then he was going
to go into business
like Magic Johnson.

So maybe we could do
something this weekend,

catch some jazz,
maybe see a movie.

How's that sound?

You mean like you,
me and Mom,
the three of us?

I didn't really think
about it. But maybe, I mean,
I suppose we could...

I would, but
I have other plans.

We're really upset
about Damon,

so some of us wanted
to go up to Kyle's house
in Maine and just chill out.

Kyle? Now, is that
the kid with the pierced
tongue and the lizard tattoo?

It's a python.
Oh.

(SIGHING) Did your mom
okay this?

Not yet, but
she'll be cool with it.

Plus, it'll give you two
some alone time.

Abby?

Never mind.

Lily, you need to get me
that damn dog.

I thought you were allergic.

Hey. That's him.

I found this on
a telephone pole
near the Common.

I called them four times about
their missing housekeeper and
they wouldn't return my calls.

What are you going
to do with the dog?

I'm going to make the little
mutt earn his keep.

We've come up with a list
of possible hotels your
husband stayed in last night.

Any of these ring a bell?

Yeah, Manchester Hotel.

Must have dragged him out
of there half a dozen times
when he was high.

CLERK: Nope.
Are you sure?

Told you, I haven't seen
either of them.

You understand
there's a baby missing.

That her father's last
whereabouts were two
blocks from this hotel.

Hey, look, people pay
for privacy here.

I mind my own business.

Listen, moron, a man's dead,
his kid is sick somewhere
and you're being a complete...

Jordan, Jordan,
let's show some tact here.

Okay, the way I see it,
you got two choices.

You either help us
or I call in a sweep search
of this entire place.

No telling what you
got going on here, pal.

Search like that takes,
I don't know, ten days.

Of course, we close you down
in the meantime.

Yeah, well,
you can't shut me down.

This place is
on the historical register.

I'll make sure to stick
a flag out front when
I bolt the door. Come on.

Okay, I seen him.

He's been here two weeks,
room 207.

Did he have a baby with him?
I don't know.

Look, all I know is that
he owes me a week's rent.

When he didn't show up
yesterday, I padlocked
the door.

(EDDY SIGHING)

She's gone.

(BABY CRYING)

Over here.

Amy.

(BABY CRYING)

Hold it right there,
ma'am.

Who are you people?
Boston Police.

Ma'am, Boston Police.
We...

(CRYING)

There's been a mix-up,
ma'am. Very sorry.

There's a lot of other names
on that list.
We should get going.

Okay.
What...

I'm sorry.

How's she holding up?

She'll be a lot better
when we find her kid.

We canvassed the neighborhood
where he was killed,

checked every hospital,
day-care center and
nursery in the area.

That list of his friends
we got?
Yeah?

No leads.

So, what?
You just going to give up?

You've known me too long
to say something
like that to me, Jordan.

You know how this works.

The force has only so many
man hours it can devote

to finding
a junkie's kid, I'm sorry.

Look, the longer she is
out there, the less chance
we have of finding her alive.

We better catch a break
'cause she could be anywhere.
Oh, well...

Hey, hey, hey. Don't go
getting all self-righteous
on me here, okay?

I'm not the bad guy
on this one.

Look, I'm not giving up
on this baby.

(SIGHING)

Mr. and Mrs. Hildebrant,

this is
Dr. Vijayaraghaven-
satyanaryanamurthy.

Your office said it was
urgent.

I have something
you lost.

Pomegranate. Oh, sweetie...
Where did you find him?

Oh, attached to the wrist
of your deceased housekeeper,

Mrs. Ruiz.

Remember her?

(SCOFFS) What, you don't
remember the woman you
stepped over for eight years

as she buffed your
mahogany floors?

How did you know we had...
Nitrobenzene.

Puts a real nice shine on your
hardwoods and on your lungs.

I'll bet you didn't even
spring for health insurance,
did you?

No, of course not.
She wasn't any more important
to you than a mop or a broom.

One goes, get another one
to replace it.

Well, you may not have

afforded her much dignity
in life,

but if you're any kind of
human beings...

(GROWLING)

...believe what I saw.
And as I felt the
ghostly apparition,

a seductive siren song
calling me
from beyond the grave,

I was imbued with the power
of the necromancers.

When are we going to see
the face in the bucket?

Steady on, sir.
The world of the undead
must be allowed to unfold.

How about a potty break then?
We been hoofing it
two hours now.

Look, look, you're going
to get your face in the bucket

and your W.C.
all in good time, okay?

(SCOFFING)

Now, where was I?
Oh, yeah, right.
The lady from the bog.

The year, 1789.

Hello, Dr. Macy.

Did you leave your resignation
on my desk or were you
planning on mailing it in?

We were just leaving.

Okay, next on our tour,
Lizzie Borden's favorite
hamburger stand.

Tox screen on Damon Tremaine.
And?

Trace evidence of ephedrine.

That could have caused
Damon's heart failure

if he had some kind of
congenital abnormality.

I want you to check out this
kid's medical history.
Sure.

Where are you going?

Have a word
with Damon's coach.

(SIGHING)

Does it really cost
10,000 dollars
to send a body to Mexico?

I may have rounded it up
8,000 dollars or so.

A bonus for her kids.

That's nice.

Nah, anyone would have
done the same.

Oh, I don't know about that.

I do know one thing, though.

Yeah, what?

When you were reading
the Hildebrants the riot act,
you didn't sneeze once.

BOY: Go, shoot!

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

Excuse me, Coach Evans.

Um...

Doctor...
Macy.

Macy.

So, I'm surprised to see
your guys back on the
court so soon.

Yeah, it was their idea.

They figured Damon
would have wanted us
to keep working.

That's the kind of kid
he was.

It's a real tragedy.

(BLOWING WHISTLE)

All right, all right,
that's it. Let's call it.

I'll see you guys at
7:00 a.m. sharp.

So I understand he was
a big part of your team.

Could have been a major
division-one player.

Definitely had a shot
at the pros.
Wow.

Have you figured out what
happened yet?

We suspect heart failure
aggravated by the
use of ephedrine.

I can't believe Damon
would have messed around
with that junk.

You know, there are rumors
that you encourage

your players to use
performance-enhancing drugs.

What? How dare you
come in here
pointing fingers at me.

Who do you think you are?

Now, I don't let my players
use drugs, period.

Blood tests don't lie.

Neither do badly-healed
stress fractures.

If you're asking me
if I pushed Damon hard,
you bet your sweet ass I did.

My players learn to push
themselves to be the best.

It's the only way to succeed,
on the court or off.

Did you know that Damon
had a congenital heart defect?

What the hell are you
talking about?
Yeah.

Vigorous exercise could be
risky, especially in the
presence of ephedrine.

If there were something
wrong with Damon,
I would have known about it.

You sure as hell should have.

And if I find out
that you did,

you've coached
your last game
at this school

or anywhere else.

Word to the wise,

octogenarian day trippers,
terrible tippers.

I'll keep that in mind.

Oh, I just got your
tox screen and blood test
results back.

Vanders was clean.

What do you mean?
I mean he didn't have any
drugs in his system.

Hadn't touched any
for at least a month,
maybe longer.

What about the fresh
track mark on his arm?

Well, the chap didn't have
much money.

Maybe he was giving blood.
It's twenty bucks a pop.

And the hairs on his body?

Let me see.

Six of them... Six of them
belong to Chris Vanders.
One of them wasn't his.

But whoever it belongs to
was a very heavy user
of both cocaine and heroin.

Any other markers on it?

Let's see.

The hair was long, red,
came from a woman,
twenties to thirties.

EDDY: All right, thanks a lot.

Eddy.

Dispatcher heard the name
Vanders, kicked it up
to my office.

Got here as soon as I could.

What happened?

Unit cruised by.

Found her passed out, syringe
and a dime bag next to her.

(SIGHING)

I've been looking at this
all wrong, Eddy.

Chris Vanders wasn't trying
to steal his baby.

He was trying to save her.

The drug dealer
didn't confess before.
Why should he now?

EDDY: I might not
have stressed to him the
importance of cooperation.

Besides, let's face it,
he's all we got.

Now, what do you want?

EDDY: Need to ask you
a few more questions.

Yeah, well, I already
told you.

Yeah, I don't say anything
my lawyer don't tell me to.

Your lawyer's not here.

Nice try. I know my rights.

This isn't about
Chris Vanders.

There's a baby missing.

And what's that
got to do with me?

I'm not screwing around.

We know the wife
was the addict.

Yeah, you're so smart,
what do you need me for?

I'm going to tell you this
one time.

I don't know if I can
bust you for Vanders' murder,

but I guarantee,
if that baby dies,
you're going away for life.

All right.

I sold to the mother that day.
Satisfied?

She have the baby with her?

Yeah.

She was so strung out,
she didn't know which
end was up.

She was begging.

She actually offered to
give me the kid for
a dime bag.

So what'd you do?
What the hell am I going
to do with a baby?

You know, she was pathetic.

I mean, I was
actually going to give her
a fix just to get rid of her.

So, you know,
I'm in the middle of making
some kind of arrangement.

You know what I'm saying?
When, wham, I get popped
from behind, right?

And this guy starts
kicking me.

And then she starts in on him,
and they're both going at it,

and he's screaming at her
about the baby.

What's he saying?
I don't know,

something about her being
an unfit mother.

Look, I'm just... I was just
trying to make a living, man.

I get up and I get out
of there.

You see him take the baby?
No. I told you. I just left.

What about later?

When?
When? Later.
You saw him later.

He came back,
he bought groceries.
That guy kicked your ass.

He couldn't get away
with that, huh?

You did what you
had to do to protect
your street name, right?

Reach into your pocket,
grab your gun.

Okay.

I told you I ain't talking
about that part without
my lawyer.

Right.

I don't care about
your lawyer.

Did he have the baby?

No.

Thanks.

Sit down.

(SIGHING)

Remind me never
to piss you off.

Yeah, a lot of good
it did us.

We're not one step closer
to finding the kid.
Well...

(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Excuse me.

Aye! Cavanaugh.

Yeah, I made a few calls
about that residue on
Chris Vanders' sneakers.

Yeah, what about it?

It's brick dust.

Did you call the company
and ask where they've
been used?

You see, that's just it.
The company that imported
them went out of business

a hundred and fifty years ago.

So whatever building he was
walking around in, well,
you do the math.

Okay, thanks, Nige.

I think we just got a break.

JORDAN: He wanted to hide
the baby from Tanya.

He wanted someplace safe
and warm.

Yeah, so?

Doryphora decemlineata.

It's a bug we pulled off
the bottom of
Chris Vanders' shoe.

You only find it in places
over eighty-five degrees.

Huh. Hey. Over here.

JORDAN: Where's your furnace?

(BABY CRYING)

Hey, hello.
Come on.

Yes, hello, Amy.
How are you?

Huh, you okay? Hmm?

(BABY EXCLAIMING)

I know, I know.

You said you had more
information on my son?

Yes, he died of arrhythmic
hypertension.

What is that?

Damon's heart was several
ounces heavier than normal.

Combine that with
the ephedrine
we found in his system,

add vigorous exercise
and you have a recipe
for heart failure.

Are you saying Damon
was taking drugs?

I'm afraid so. We also got
his medical records.

Damon's pediatrician diagnosed
an irregular heartbeat.

You authorized a visit
to a heart specialist.

Your signature's
on the consent form.

I knew about his problem.

But when he started
at Loyola,

his condition was never
reported to Coach Evans
or the school doctor.

Why is that?

That was Damon's decision.

He didn't want to risk
his basketball career.

If the coaches had known
about his problem,

he may not have
a basketball career,

but he would still be alive.

He was a very ambitious boy.

He saw basketball as the key
to his future.

He begged me not to tell
the school doctor.

And why'd you listen?

(GASPING)

Damon was strong-willed.

You know how kids are.

They get their mind
set on something

and they steamroll you
until you give in.

I let him convince me
that he was an adult,
that he knew best.

(SOBBING)

I'll have to live with
that mistake for
the rest of my life.

Chris's parents have agreed
to take custody of Amy.

If you try to contest it,
Lieutenant Winslow's going
to file drug charges.

I won't contest it.

(SIGHING) Get yourself
in a rehab program.

It's never too late
to be a good parent.

Chris proved that.

I'm really going to try.

I promise.

Well, I'm not the one
you should be
making promises to.

Total low blow, Garret.

It's nice to see you, too.

You called Mom and
told her not to let me
go to Maine with Kyle.

We decided it wasn't
a good idea.

You guys decided.
Hello? What about me?

Don't I get a vote?
Actually, no.

Right, it's just my life
and why should I have
a say in it?

Look. We know that Damon's
death really upset you,

but we just thought that
an unsupervised
weekend in Maine...

You guys start hooking up
and you gang up on me.

I know the idea of me and
your mom seeing each other
must be very confusing to you.

Not really.

Okay, well, you need
to understand

that no matter what goes on
between us, we both love you.

And until you're 18,
we're going to decide what
we think is best for you.

Right, so let me
get this straight.

You and Mom get to do
whatever you want

and I still get treated
like a child.

No offense, Garret,
but that really sucks.

I'm sorry you feel that way.

Oh, and Abby,

next time you
call me Garret,
you're grounded for a month.

Max, can I get a scotch neat,
the good stuff, please?

You got it.

So, my daughter
driving you nuts?

Not yours, mine.

Abby, right?
Yeah.

How old is she?
Seventeen.

Have a double. On me.

Tough age, 17.

They're right on the brink
of being able to tell you
to shove it and they know it.

Right. Jordan must have
been a handful at that age.

With Jordan, this stage
started at 11.

And when did it end?

I'm still waiting.

(CHUCKLING)

You know, the thing is,
she's a great kid.

She's so much like her mom.
For better and for worse.

Tell me about it.

With Abby, I don't know.
I'm watching her grow up

so sure of what she wants
and who she is.
Meanwhile,

I'm less and less sure
of who I am.

Well, the good news is
your daughter knows
even when you don't.

Yeah, good point.

So, what are you boys up to?

Just a little father talk.

Uh-huh. Look, I thought
you decided you were
going to take down that

ridiculous bikini team poster
by the ladies' room.

No, actually, you did.
I think it's kind of...

Yeah, hideous.
I'm taking it down.

See? Still waiting.

(CHUCKLING)

And for the hero of the day,

a gin gimlet.

Yeah.

Well, the real hero
is in a refrigerated
container at Logan Airport,

tagged to Guadalajara.

My dad

had an engineering degree
from the Punjab Institute
of Technology.

You never told me your dad
was a scientist.

Yeah, but when he came here,
he had to work two jobs to
support our family.

A counterman at a deli
and a grade-school janitor.

Oh, that must have been
hard for him.

Yeah, I'm sure it was.

But he never showed it.

A man with an IQ of 185,

happy to slap mustard
on turkey sandwiches all day

and clean toilets all night.

Just so his kids could live
the American dream.

You get to spend your days
surrounded by insects and
people that care about you.

I'd say he got his wish.

(EXHALING LOUDLY)

You going to admit
I was right?
JORDAN: About what?

Chris Vanders.

The whole benefit
of the doubt.

Oh, that.

Yeah. Sure, why not?

(CHUCKLING)

What, you're going
to fold just like that?

It was the baby, wasn't it?

What about it?
Yeah.

Yeah, got to you.

Softened you up
a little bit, huh?

Get out of here.
What? I'm serious.

You looked good
holding that baby.

Maybe you should think about
popping one out, you know?

Think maybe I should
pop my foot up your ass.

(CHUCKLING)

Mmm?

Yeah.