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(POP MUSIC PLAYING)

(PANTING)

Why are we
doing this again?

Uh, it's to clear
our heads.

Oh, coffee,
coffee, coffee.
(PANTING) Oh.

You go,
I can't stop yet.

What, you can't stop
for Amici's?

Okay, come on.
Let's hear it.
What's wrong?

Nothing.

Lily.

Okay, it's Garret.

God, what's going on
between you two?

I wouldn't know.
He's been spending
so much time with his ex.

Oh, don't sweat it.
They're friends.

Friends who
sleep together.

Wow, what makes you
think that?

Oh, the way he talks
about her, the way that
he smiles when she calls.

Well, have you
spoken to him
about it?

Are you kidding me?
He won't even
look at me.

Well, maybe you're not being
loud enough. You know what?
Do what I do.

Just storm in there
and tell him what's
bothering you.

She's bothering me.

Well, then say it.

I don't mean
to sound pathetic,

but after everything
that I've done
for him,

the least that
he can do is hear me out.
He's got to, right?

Exactly. You're not
being pathetic.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Oh, sorry.

Cavanaugh.
Okay, I'll be there.

Okay, go.

Talk to him. Now.

Okay.

(PANTING)

Okay.

Excuse me.
Cavanaugh,
M.E.'s Office.

Captain George Diaz,
Naval Investigative
Service.

She was military?

Vicki Weber, Corporal.
U.S. Marine Corps,
active duty.

Well, that'll
complicate things.

So, you're
Internal Affairs.

You enjoy busting
your coworkers?

Nobody likes a rat, Doctor.
Just get rid of the trash,
and we go away.

Caucasian female,
approximately
27 years of age.

Minor bruising
on the face and
on her arms.

Single bullet wound
to the chest.
No blood stains.

Someone must have
changed her clothes,

then dumped her body
here for us to find.

According to the
level of decomp,

I'm estimating
she's been dead
10 days, tops.

She stationed locally?

Until she shipped out
to Afghanistan in
December.

Word is,
she freaked out.

Shot a Marine
and deserted.

Do I sense some
hostility there,
Captain?

It's hard to feel sorry
for a coward.

Weber was a fugitive,
a scared little girl
who panicked and ran.

And somehow
ended up here.

(POP MUSIC PLAYING)

Hey.
How's it going, Lily?

Um, crappy,
but thank you
for finally asking.

Look, I know
we haven't spent
much time together.

Okay, I need you
to think before
you answer.

Are you sleeping
with her or not?

Because if you are,
I need to know
what we're doing,

and how you plan
on handling our
work situation,

which, by the way,
has become nothing
but awkward and complicated.

Now, wait a second.

I think I've been very
up front about Maggie.

(STAMMERING)
I mean, this whole thing
started out about her...

That loser boyfriend
of hers,

but over the
last few weeks...

(INHALES)

We've been...

You're sleeping with her,
aren't you?

(SIGHING)

I'm sorry.
I never thought
this would happen.

But it did.

It's... Probably making
the biggest mistake
of my life.

Well, there's
no argument there.

Listen, I never
meant to hurt you.

But I need some time.
I've got to follow
through...

Oh, please.

Shut up.

Dr. Macy.

How do you feel about
the seedy underworld
of pimps and hos?

Look, you're
doing all right.

Don't worry about
the funeral arrangements.

(CLEARING THROAT)
You can deal
with those later.

Thank you.

(WHISPERS) Yeah.

Yeah, why don't
you take a seat
in there?

Husband's taking it
pretty rough.

Hi, I'm Dr. Cavanaugh.

Colonel Gerry Bayless,
ma'am.

The Colonel
is Scott and Vicki's
commanding officer.

Just come to pay
your respects?

And to pass
the baton.

As far as the Corps
is concerned, Vicki Weber
was a deserter.

This is a civilian
matter now.

I thought, uh,
this might be
of some use.

Ah.

MP records
listed four reports
of domestic disturbance

at the Weber house
last year.

Private Weber has
a temper, ma'am.

Push the right buttons,
anything could happen.

DIAZ: For the record,
state your name
and rank.

Private First Class
Scott Weber,

United States Marine Corps.

Why weren't you sent
overseas with your wife,
Private?

Uh, my military specialty
is local security.

Since 9/11 we've been
covering airports,
sporting events...

The Private's
an accomplished
marksman.

So you're keeping
an eye on things
over here then?

Wish I could have seen
this coming.

Colonel Bayless
writes in his report

that your wife was showing
increased signs
of depression.

While on guard duty
at a base outside Kabul,

Corporal Weber
shot a soldier and
then deserted her post.

It's not possible.

That soldier's now in
the hospital and your wife
was later classified AWOL.

With all due respect, Captain,
I know my wife.

Vicki would never
do something
like that.

With all due respect,
maybe you didn't know
her well enough.

Guys, could
we just relax
a little?

Vicki was not
a deserter.

An airline ticket from
New Delhi to Boston
was purchased

under the name
Victoria Aames

three days after
she disappeared.

Aames is her maiden name.

Did your wife contact you
when she got home?

No. I told you,

I don't know
what you guys
are talking about!

Look, we're just
trying to figure out
exactly what happened.

Did you or
did you not see her after
she disappeared, Private?

No!

Vicki dedicated her life
to this country.

She went over there
because the Corps
needed her.

Suddenly she rolls
in here on a slab,

and now you guys
are gonna call her
a coward?

Why would she
give all that up?

NIGEL: Sweet Nancy!
Do you know
who that is?

Three hundred pound man
in a fur.

Phat Bastard.

How about a
little respect
for the dead?

No, Doctor,
that's his name.
Phat Bastard.

Every year,
the Underground Pimp
and Ho Ball

hands out the coveted
Golden Ho to
America's Pimp of the Year.

Phat Bastard's won
three years in a row.

Since when are you such
a scholar on the manly art
of pimpsmanship?

Well, there's a lot
you can learn from
our men in mink.

Morning, Carver.

Tragedy, huh?
Oh, yeah.

No sign of external injury,
no sign of foul play.

We did find these
in the medicine
cabinet.

Nitroglycerine.
Probably had a
massive MI.

Yeah.
Big surprise there.

So who found the body?

Came over to
take dictation
from the boss.

Both of them?

Mmm-hmm.

Excuse me, would you mind
telling me what happened?

I don't know.
I just walked in
and I found him like that.

Oh, jeez, Phat.
What a waste.

MACY: Who invited
Huggy Bear?
Waste.

LOIS: Name's Chill.
Hey.

He and his pals
got here before
we did.

Says they happened
to be making
a social call.

Yo, could I have
a couple minutes to
pay my respects, please?

Yo.

Phat, what did
you do, Phat?

(GROANS)

Just don't move.

Rest in peace, fool.

(EXHALES)

What a waste,
huh?

Yeah. He was so young.

I'm talking
about his suit.

Three Gs, easy.

So, what does
the report say?

Mr. Nagawa was
in town on business
from Tokyo.

Police found him
in his hotel suite.

Apparently,
there was a gas leak
in the fireplace, so

he fell asleep with
a drink in his hand,
and he never woke up.

Talk about a lawsuit.
Has his family been
notified?

His wife is flying in.

So if we already
know it was an accident,
who ordered the autopsy?

Hotel attorneys.

Ah, of course.

Offing a guest
is bad for business,

and surely something else
must have caused it.

And then they won't have to
write a seven-figure check
to the decedent's family.

All right, add him
to my case list.

So I won't get home
before midnight.
Big deal.

I'm void of a
personal life anyway.

So, Lily?

Could you excuse me
for a second?

I don't know
what to tell you.

I'll take him down to Squad
for questioning,
but I can't hold him.

So shooting someone's
no longer a criminal
offense, huh?

The guy is already dead,
Dr. Macy.
Okay.

Sure, I'll cite the little
creep for carrying
a concealed weapon,

endangering the lives
of others...

Don't forget
the mishandling
of human remains.

But that's it.

In 20 years,
I've never
seen this.

(LOIS SIGHS)

You make a habit
of shooting your
competitors?

Me and Phat had
our disagreements
over the years,

but, you know, deep down,
I had nothing but love
for the man.

You have an
interesting way
of showing it.

Well, seeing him
like that, my head
started spinning,

and the next thing I know,
I'm capping his ass.

And it's too bad, though,
'cause now all his ladies
are going to be looking

for another man
to take care of them.
You understand that?

Yeah, I do.

Bruising on her right cheek
indicates a blow
to the face,

and there are carpet fibers
on her neck and her legs.

You want me
to run them?

Yeah, see
what you can find.

Thought you were going
to call me before
you started.

Well, I thought
you IA guys
knew everything.

Oh, and by the way,
nice morgueside manner
with the husband.

It's called questioning.

It's called coercion.

(SIGHS)

Okay, so where's
the bullet?

Right where
the killer
left it.

Take a look.

(EXHALES)

Looks like an SS109.
It's a military rifle issue.

Steel grabs into the target.
Bullets check in...

But they don't check out.
Could be local black market,

but considering
the circumstances...

The husband's a shooter.
I'll see what I can find.

I'm coming with you.
Dr. Cavanaugh.

Look, we know this happened
outside military
jurisdiction.

Now, I could have
Boston P.D. tag along,
or we could do it together.

It's up to you.

(SOLDIERS MARCHING)

You know we can't
actually walk in there
without a warrant, right?

Come on, Diaz. Where's
your sense of adventure?
Be all you can be.

This is a
military investigation.
We have to follow procedures.

Fine.
Proceed back to the car.
I'll be right out.

Oh, that was
nice of him.
Jordan.

He left it unlocked.

You see?

This is why
we need a warrant.

Hey, hey, hey, hey!
What are you doing here?

We just have
a couple of
questions.

Oh, sorry to interrupt
your grieving period.

(DOO-WOP MUSIC PLAYING)

Told you walking
into that apartment
was a mistake.

Here you go.
Tuna and turkey.

Thank you.
Thanks, Dad.

Any time.

Did you sprain
your ankle?

Is that a joke?

Not unless you
want it to be.

I was a kid on MP detail.

A bar fight broke out,
and someone pulled
out a gun.

And my four star career
became a desk job.

So you've
never seen combat?

No, ma'am.

Kind of hard to call someone
a coward if you've never
been there yourself.

So tell me about
this soldier that
Vicki wounded.

Private Aaron Neil,
19 years old.

Took a single round
to the shoulder.
It did some nerve damage.

He's still at a
base hospital
in rehab.

I want to
talk to him.

Fine. We'll go.

Who do you think
a teenage guy will
respond to better?

You chase down
your ballistics,
I'll deal with him.

Okay. I'll go then.

Private Neil?

Maybe. Who wants
to know?

Name's Cavanaugh.

Yeah, you my
new therapist?

No, you better hope not.
I'm a Medical Examiner.

Yeah, I'm looking
into the death
of Vicki Weber.

Yeah. Yeah,
I heard about that.

That's... Man,
that's brutal.

Well, looks like
she did some number
on you.

Oh, no sweat. Doc says
I'll be pitching sliders
before you know it.

Look, I just need you to
tell me about what happened
the night you got shot.

Well, it's the same
as I told everybody else.

We were standing
perimeter watch.
It was freezing out.

Yeah, Vicki and I,
we weren't that close
or anything,

but I could tell
something was
on her mind.

I asked her if she wanted to
talk, but she said she had to
work things out on her own,

so that's when I got up
to have a smoke.

JORDAN:
Did you go anywhere?

(NEIL CHUCKLES)

No, ma'am. A Marine
can't leave his post.
Ever.

Well, I was working on
a drag when I heard her
moving around.

I looked and Vic was
getting out of the jeep.

She said that she was
real depressed, and that
she couldn't take it anymore.

She was going home.
Well, I turned around
and she's got her gun drawn.

I told her
to put it down,
that I could help.

Put your gun away.

Come on,
that's not you,
you know.

The gun went off
and I got hit.

Next thing I know,
I'm bleeding
and Vic's gone.

I feel bad for her,
you know?

I mean, she
was in trouble. I...

I just wish
there was something
I could have done.

Yeah, like what?
I don't know.

When I was a kid,
the Colonel used
to say,

"Talk is cheap.
If you want to help
someone, you make it happen."

When you were a kid?

(STAMMERING)
I meant now.

When did you
become a Marine,
Private?

About a year ago.

Any reason you chose
this branch of
the service?

I wanted to be the best.

DIAZ: Private Neil
was lying.

What else is Bayless
holding back?

(SIGHING)
He's Neil's uncle,
for God's sake.

The Colonel probably
tried to keep it
under wraps.

The last thing a new recruit
needs is for everyone to
treat him differently.

Well, we're gonna
go talk to him.

We?

Well, I just want to
figure out why he never
mentioned his nephew before.

Can I meet you downstairs?
Give me a minute.

Garret. Garret.
What are you, crazy?

Jordan, I've got
a dead pimp on my hands,
and 11 bodies to sign out.

Not now.

You couldn't stop,
could you?

You had to keep
seeing Maggie.

I'm not doing this.
I'm not doing this.
It's none of your business.

It's taken you months to
feel good about yourself,
about this job,

and Lily's had
a hell of a lot
to do with that.

It's not about Lily.

Oh, you're right.
It's about you being
selfish and stupid.

When I want your advice,
I'll ask for it.

Oh, don't bother,
'cause you'll probably
screw it up anyway.

Mr. Nagawa
continues to
intrigue me.

Normally, I would have
signed off on an accidental
death like this right away,

but then,
I noticed something.

Can you hit the light,
please?

The what?

Lily, if you need
to be somewhere else...

No, no, no, no.
I'm fine.

Really, it's just
something personal,
sort of.

You...
You're sure?

Absolutely.

(INHALES)

All right,
here is a man

who was perfectly dressed,
like he just came back
from a fancy dinner.

The fireplace is off,
and yet he has black soot
under his fingernails.

Why?

Maybe he tried
to start the fire
and couldn't?

Yeah, but according
to the report,

there were
no burned matches
found in the room.

Hmm.

What about his other
personal belongings?

There's just
some luggage
and some clothes.

Oh, and there's
a briefcase,
but it's locked.

Can I see it?

Yeah, no problem.

Oh, and, Lily?

If there's anything
I can do.

I'm fine. Thank you.

(DOOR CLOSING)

Sorry to hassle you
with this one, Doc.

A simple heart attack
turns into a body
full of lead.

That happens all
the time, right?

That little guy in
the green threads,
what was his name?

Chill.
Perverted little leprechaun,
rubbed me the wrong way.

Nobody would like to
take him off the street
more than me.

Just give me
some proof.

I intend to.

It's pathetic.

All this time
and money being wasted
on a couple of lowlifes.

Yeah, but successful
lowlifes, Detective.

Oh, don't tell me
you're defending him.

I'm not condoning
their field of expertise,

but Phat Bastard
was an exceptional
businessman.

Perception and a shrewd
financial sense separate
the boys from the men.

Or the pimps,
as the case may be.

You're not buying
this, are you?

Save the kudos
for someone
who deserves them.

Let's take him
to autopsy two, figure
out what triggered the MI.

Maybe the big man
was drugged.

Doctor, what would you
say if I told you Phat
never had a heart attack?

I'd say you've
piqued my interest.

I took the liberty
of drawing blood
from the Bastard's heart.

Didn't know he had one.

There's ample
blood flow throughout,
oxygenation was ideal.

So something else
killed him.

Something undetectable,
at least at first glance.

Well, the sooner we open him
up, the sooner we'll know what
we're dealing with.

Now, Phat controlled a huge
portion of the prostitution
in our fair city.

With power
comes enemies.

Well, there's
Chill's motive.
It's all about turf.

So how'd he pull it off?

I had a talk
with Private Neil.

He's your nephew.

You never mentioned
that before.

Yes, Aaron's
my sister's boy.

Afraid I don't see
the relevance.

Oh, he's family,
he was hurt.

As his CO,
that could have
clouded your judgment.

No, ma'am.

Why not?

Private Neil's
a Marine first,
then my nephew.

You knew Corporal Weber,
didn't you, sir?

As well as anyone else
under my command.

Weber seemed to be
a very troubled
young woman.

I was concerned
about her from
the moment we shipped out.

Yeah, troubled?
How so?

Afraid, ill at ease.
My understanding is that
things weren't great at home.

As a Marine,
it's important to have
a strong home life.

Are you referring
to Scott Weber's
temper?

Private Weber is
a competent Marine,
but a very difficult man.

Capable of murder?

Why don't you ask him
and find out?

If he was
the only person
I could talk to,

I'd probably
desert as well.

I've dealt
with worse.

Listen, I want
to apologize
for something.

Bet you
this doesn't
happen often.

That dig I made about
you never seeing combat?
That wasn't necessary.

But effective.
I shouldn't judge
people so quickly.

People run away
for all kinds of
reasons, Captain.

Sounds like
you're talking
from experience.

Hey, isn't that
Weber's shower buddy
over there?

You want me
to handle this?

No, I think
a little girl talk
is in order.

Excuse me.

Go ahead.
I'll catch up.

Ma'am, I really don't
have anything to say.

How about just starting
with your name,
Private?

Samantha Wade.

Did you know
Vicki Weber?

I'd seen her around,
but we didn't really
hang out or anything.

I work here in recruitment,
so I didn't go overseas.

Look, everybody knew
their marriage
was a joke.

Did Vicki ever
find out about you
and her husband?

I guess they talked
the day she disappeared.

That would explain
why she was so upset.
What about Scott?

Did you ever hear him
threaten her?

Those two had plenty
of fights. I mean,
real screaming matches.

He talked about
divorcing her,
but murder? No way.

Well, if he didn't
do it, then who did?

Vicki wasn't exactly
faithful either,
you know?

Talk about having a rep.

Ask around.
She pissed a
lot of guys off.

Thanks.

Yeah, okay.
Okay, two things.

Those carpet fibers on
Vicki's body contained
Middle Eastern dyes.

Oh, that
narrows it down.

And ballistics
are back on Scott's guns.

And?

The bullet that killed
Vicki Weber does not match
any of my client's weapons.

That's right, but that
doesn't guarantee
he's innocent.

Scott's been fully
cooperative with
this investigation.

He also has a reputation
for being hot-headed
and abusive.

Listen, the sooner
we can rule him out,

the sooner you can put
this whole nightmare
behind you.

What would it take
to make this go away?

Who else
was Vicki seeing?

You must have known.

We had a feeling
you might want
to see this.

It's a phone bill
from early December.

She called the same number
over and over again
just to hear his voice.

Go ahead, try it.

ON PHONE: Colonel Bayless,
hello. Hello?

Yes, we were
having an affair.

I called it off shortly
after the mission began.

Why was that, sir?

Because we had
a job to do.

Vicki required
a lot of attention,
a lot of hand-holding.

As commander
of this battalion,
I couldn't provide it.

Not to mention
the fact that
you're married.

Marines' values are honor,
courage and commitment.

Stupidity can destroy
a soldier's career.

I told Vicki
it was over.
She refused.

That was the day
she deserted.

Then is it possible
she came back and
contacted your wife?

My family doesn't know
anything about this.

I intend
to keep it that way.

Well, what if she tried to,
Colonel? Would you have
stopped her?

I returned to this base
three days ago.

According to your own
evaluation, Corporal Weber
died at least a week earlier.

That puts me
about 11,000 miles away
from the scene of the crime.

Do the math, Dr. Cavanaugh.
I didn't kill anybody.

May I?

Knock yourself out.

(CLEARS THROAT)

(EXHALES)

Harry Houdini,
eat your heart out.

What's wrong?

It wasn't an accident.

Hotel lawyers
were right.

How do you know?

He requested a room
with a fireplace
for one reason,

so he could open
the gas valve.

And cash in
on his insurance policy.

Only it was a suicide,
so the insurance
won't pay a dime.

(SIGHS)

His wife should be here
first thing in the morning.

I'll make sure
I am as well.

Bug,

how do you think
people become
so unhappy?

It just sort of happens,
I guess.

People see their lives
unfolding in a certain way,

and sometimes it
doesn't work out.

And there's nothing
you can really do
about it.

Lily, I...
I don't want you
to feel obligated,

but I wouldn't mind
getting out of here
for a while.

Would you like
to get a drink?

Can I get more than one?

(LAUGHS)

DAHLIA: Thanks for letting
me see him again.

Well, it's a tad after
viewing hours,
but no harm's done.

Phat Bastard was
certainly a big man,

in so many ways.

As requested,
this can go
to the mortuary.

He told me
when he died,

he wanted to be buried in
a mink with a bottle of Cris
and a super size fries.

First class to
the very end, eh?
Mmm-hmm.

Style should have been
the Bastard's middle name.

You want
to try it on?

It's sort of against
morgue policy,
really.

Phat loved to share
his things. He would have
thought you were the bomb.

What's that?

I'm embarrassed to say
I didn't see this earlier.
What?

It's a rather unfortunate
blood stain, I'm afraid.

Odd since he was shot
after he was already dead.

Corpses don't bleed.

Does this mean
he won't be buried
in the robe?

I'm afraid Phat's fashion
statement just became
state's evidence.

Blood on the robe
matches Phat's.

There were no cuts
or punctures prior
to Chill opening fire.

No pulse means
no blood flow,

so wherever it came from,
it happened before he died.

Four bullet wounds
from Chill's gun,
none of them fatal.

Autopsy showed the big man
did not have a heart attack,
so how did he die?

And how did
Chill kill him?

Bloody fifth bullet,
that's how.

Look there,
that's the
fatal one.

It moved up through
the intestine into
the stomach,

and lodged against
the ribcage here.

But without
an entry wound,
how is that possible?

Oh, no.
Yeah.

Yep, yep.
No.

Come on, guys,
give us a hand.
Let's roll him over.

Oh, bottoms up.
Do we have to?

MACY: You're the big fan.
Come on, guys.

All right, on three.
One, two and three.

(ALL GRUNTING)

Spread them,
Nigel.

I'd rather not.

Is that bruising there
where the sun
don't shine?

Uh-huh.

I don't know how I missed it.
That's from the barrel
of a .45.

Talk about hiding
the evidence.

Ouch.
But is Chill
that clever?

So what've we got?

It's the ATSB's new
facial recognition
program.

The program has
a 99% ID rate.

Now, each person on screen
flew in the past week
from New Delhi to Boston.

Now, according to this,
Weber never came into Logan
on a commercial jet.

What if it was
a different type
of aircraft?

Look at the organ
distension in her
lower abdomen.

That's from trapped air
affected by pressure changes.

What if she
died elsewhere,

and then was brought
over here in something
like a cargo jet?

Any gas in her belly
would have expanded
at around 30,000 feet,

and then contracted
when she hit
the ground.

Since she was already dead,
the tissue would
remain damaged.

Then she wasn't
killed here.

She died overseas.

Who has that kind
of transport access?

How do you sneak a dead
body onto a military plane?

Bayless always brings his
stuff with him, right?
Right.

Okay, remember
those carpet fibers?
Mmm-hmm.

He could have hidden
the body in a rug
and dropped it here.

I'll call the MPs.
All right.

What'll you say
to Mrs. Nagawa
tomorrow?

I don't know. I'll ask
if her husband was
depressed,

if he was under a lot
of financial stress.
And relationship problems

also could have
contributed to his

desperation.

Yeah, tell me
about it.

Bug, thank you for this,
for hanging out,
I mean.

Lily, I don't know what,
um, happened today,

but working together
on this case, well...

It's certainly
been a pleasure.

Yeah.

(SIGHING)

Oh, God,
look at the time.
It's late.

Maybe we should
call it a night.

Come on. It's early.

Would you like
another martini?
'Cause I think I would.

(COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING)

(GUN FIRES)

Oh, geez!

A decorated Marine
becomes so obsessed
with his mistress

that he murders her,

and then kills himself
from the shame.

I guess that's it.

Is it, though?

Come on, Jordan.
It makes total sense.

Sleeping with a corporal
under your own command?

His career
would be over.

Yeah, but just run
the logic for a sec.

Vicki breaks up
with him,

and then in a moment
of rage, Bayless
kills her.

So what's the problem?

Vicki was shot
with a rifle.

If Bayless did it,
why didn't he just
use his sidearm?

(SIGHS)
I got to go.

Where?

To figure this out.

(SIGHS)

TRUDI: Hey, baby,
look who's here.

Hey, yo, Doc.
Come on in.

Let me guess.
The lease was
available.

How'd you know?
You like?

We need to talk.

While Phat was
waiting for the girls,
you paid him a visit.

Come on, we're having
a party here, Doc. We're
having a good time, right?

With the help of your friends
here, you popped Phat
between the cheeks.

The bullet left no external
damage except for a spot
of blood on his robe.

You had to do something
to mask the shooting,
so you came back

playing the mourner
and you shot him again.

Why are you talking
like this? Did you
make this stuff up?

I know you
killed him, Chill.

COP: All right, come on,
let's get him out
of here.

Goodbye, Chill.

COP: Here we go.
Come on.

Nice. It all wraps up
into a tidy little package,
but something's off.

Well, we know she didn't
die stateside, so it
can't be the husband.

The question is,
did Bayless do it?

Let's say it happened
the way Bayless's
nephew claims.

Vicki was upset.
She wanted to desert.
And then she shot him.

But what if
she didn't take off
after that?

You mean she came to her
senses, realized what
she'd done and...

Radioed Bayless
for help.

I'll be the Colonel.
You're Vicki.

You plead with me to help you,
but all I can think of
is my nephew.

JORDAN: You tell me that
there's nothing you can do,
that I screwed up.

That I'll have
to face charges.

I'm terrified.
I can't stop crying.

Vicki!

And then
I look at you.

MAX: I don't have a choice.

Close, but too
many questions.

Well, if Neil witnessed
the whole thing, why is he
telling a different story?

Honor? Family? Because
he's following
the Colonel's orders?

No, not this kid.
He's more complex
than that.

Well, then who's
your man, Jordan?

What if they both are?

This time, I'm Neil.

We're on watch.
I can see something's
on your mind.

I ask, but
you shut me down.
You don't like me.

JORDAN: You know
I'm sleeping with your uncle.

You're good enough
for the Colonel.
Why not me, too?

I tell you to stay away
from me, don't do this.

(SCREAMS)
But I don't listen.

No one's around,
no one will know.

(SCREAMING)

I try to stop you,
but I can't.

That's when
I reach for my gun.

I'm stunned, bleeding.
I can't believe it.

I get back on my feet,
start to back up to
call for help when...

I pick up my rifle.

Vicki.

After I realize
what I've done,

I crawl back to the jeep
to call my uncle
to help me.

He's the one
who hid her body
in the rug,

booked the dummy airline
ticket, flew her back
to the States.

Bayless was ashamed,
dishonored.

So he did what
he had to do.

Nice.

Mrs. Nagawa, please accept
our deepest sympathies
for your loss.

Thank you both.

Do you need an interpreter,
Mrs. Nagawa, or are you okay?

Um, my English
is quite adequate, but
the gesture is appreciated.

(SIGHS) Ma'am,

sometimes as men age,

they lose perspective on
what is most important
to them.

Money and work cloud
their judgment, so they
become depressed and unhappy.

Oh, please, Doctor.

There is no need
to be so sensitive
in your explanation.

I know my husband
killed himself.

You do?

We as a family agreed
it would be the best thing.

Certain Japanese cultures
have what is called
"inseki-jisatsu."

It means suicide
as a supreme act
of atonement.

Kenje's business
was failing, so

he purchased a
$6 million
insurance policy.

Under today's Japanese laws,
families still benefit if
you die at your own hand.

Leaving the country meant
that his children would not
have to witness his sorrow.

Please, do not
mourn his passing.
Honor him.

He has provided
for his children,

and many generations
to come.

Extraordinary.

Hey, Doc,
how you doing?

Mind if we come in?

Please.

You know, you should have
called first. I would've
cleaned up a little bit.

You remember
Captain Diaz?

Yes, sir. We met once before,
right after they shipped
me home. How are you?

I'm doing fine, thank you.
Looks like you're
feeling better.

Oh, you bet, sir.
Almost as good
as new.

Listen, Aaron,
you know what happened
to your uncle, right?

Yes, ma'am.
It's a terrible thing.

You know,
he was awful depressed.
We were worried about him.

My mom was
real upset by it.

Private,
we know you killed
Corporal Weber.

(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)
Sir?

The fight?
The attempted rape?

We know the round
came from your gun.

DIAZ: Ballistics just
made the match.

The bruises
on her face
were from you.

Your uncle wanted to help.
He tried to cover it up
by sending her back here.

No. No, no,
no, no, no.

(BREATHING HARD)

She shot me.

(STAMMERING)
All right? She shot me,
she tried to kill me,

and then she deserted.

That's a lie,
Private.

I want a lawyer.

I want a damn
lawyer right now.
It's over.

No, sir,
it is not over.

(SHOUTING)
It's over, Private!

(SIGHS)

I didn't want
to hurt her.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

It's just
I liked her,
you know?

My uncle... My uncle,
he didn't want me
telling the truth.

He didn't want me
to disgrace the family.

I didn't want
to hurt her.

I didn't.

Where's Lily?

I don't know, why?

Oh, nothing.
I... Nothing.

Nothing, what?

I wanted to see if she
had plans for tonight.
No big deal.

Dear friend, is there
hanky-panky going on in the
workplace I'm not aware of?

No. And if you say
anything to Lily...

Oh, sensitive,
are we?

Fresh from the Macy rebound,
and Bug moves in for the kill.
You devil.

We're just friends.

But I detect a desire
for so much more.

Our little morgue's turned
into quite the hotbed of
frustrated romance, isn't it?

So what's
your next move?

I don't have one.

Want some advice?

No.

Fair enough.

Just three simple words,
and I'll say no more.

Patience,

planning

and pathos.

I could be your Cyrano.

Leave me alone.

(DOOR CLOSING)

We'll send
someone to pick up
Corporal Weber's remains.

She'll be given
a military funeral
with a full honor guard.

Big change from
when you thought
she was a deserter.

The United States government
regrets that unfortunate
assumption.

Oh, shut up, George,
and just say it.

Okay, I was wrong.
Is that better?

Much. Yeah.

Let me ask
you something.
Would you ever do it?

Just walk away
from everything,
start fresh?

No, ma'am.
Taking off
isn't my style.

How about yourself?

Oh, I'm famous
for it.

Jobs, friends, the occasional
man. It's probably why I was
interested in this case.

And all this time
I thought it was
because of me.

(WHISPERING)
Oh, yeah.

Yeah.

Thank you.

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

Lily.
Hi.

Oh, I've been
looking for you.

Me, too.

You know
I spoke to Garret.

Word is,
they heard you
downstairs.

Really? Oh.
It's okay. I thought
it was kind of great.

Are you all right?

I am. I mean, if Dr. Macy
needs to make the
biggest mistake in his life,

who am I to
stand in his way?

Atta girl.

Besides,
I met a guy.

Already?

Well, I went back
to that Italian bakery
this morning.

The hunk
at the register?
Get out.

His name's Roberto,
and he's from Tuscany.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Who is it?

Truce?

It's against my
better judgment.

Don't worry. It takes
time for the venom
to recharge.

Jordan, listen,
I just...

Me first.

You know
I can't stay mad
at you for long,

but just tell me
you know what
you're doing.

I wish I could.

Suddenly, running
this place is
the easy part.

When did everything
get so complicated?

Gosh, I don't know.
Maybe when you started
seeing two women.

You know, Lily's friendship
means everything to me.
I mean, she...

She helped me realize
what was missing from
my life. Fun...

Passion.

Everything you had
with Maggie before
the divorce.

Yeah.

Guess I've got
a little more
perspective now.

It's weird how easy it is
to forget all the crap
you went through, huh?

Do you mind?

No, go for it.

(VICTROLA PLAYING)

Care to join me
in a taste?

Oh, yeah.

Jordan, I don't know
if this is gonna work.

But if Maggie
and I don't try...

You'll never know.

You are a good guy,
Garret.

You're stubborn,
but you're a good guy.

Look who's talking.

Here's to doing
the right thing.

(BOTH SIGHING)

(CLEARING THROAT)

Coats the tonsils nice.

(INAUDIBLE)