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(SLOW MUSIC PLAYING)

What'll it be,
stranger?

(EXHALES) Usual.

MAN: No risk in that,
is there? The usual.

I happen to like
the usual.

Not that what I'm drinking
has anything to do with you.

I'm just saying you might
surprise yourself

if you take a chance
on something new.

Really?

And what exactly
would you have
in mind?

Just an observation.

Well, thanks
for the tip.

Here you go.

Thanks.

In the end, it's
the only way we know
we're really alive.

Taking a risk.

I'm not gonna get you
to shut up, am I?

But you...

When it comes to risk,
real risk,

you're probably
not the type.

Wow. You are a regular
Sigmund Freud.

I know a few things
about people, that's all.

Good for you.

Just like I know
you'll be back here
tomorrow night,

at the same time,
same seat.

Drinking...

...the usual.

Except tomorrow,
it won't be the beer
that brings you back.

All right, I'll bite.

What will it be?

Me.

You know that guy?

No.

Oh. I saw you two talking.
Figured he knew you.

No.

He doesn't know me.

(HEAVY BREATHING)

(MOANING AND GASPING)

(PHONE RINGING)

Don't even think
about it.

Garret.

I'm... I'm sorry.

I just, I...
(SIGHING) Oh.

I have to get this.

Macy.

Lily, yeah.
Yeah, it's a bad time.
It's 2:00 in the morning.

I was just about to...
Have sex.

(SIGHS)

Something wrong?

Well, can't you call Jordan?
She doesn't have a life.

His name's Harry, why?

From Florida.
What's going on?

I'll be right there.

Well, that better
be an emergency,

'cause I'm about to
start without you.

It's my father,
he's dead.

I didn't even know
he was in Boston.

Haven't you guys
kept in touch?

The last I heard,
he was in prison
for forging checks.

Single gunshot wound
to the abdomen.

Any suspects?
Uh, no.

Cops need us to figure out
how long he was
in the water first.

Look at this.

Promised my mother
he'd never take it off.

Only promise
he ever kept.

Obviously, I can't
perform the autopsy.

Assign it to Dr. Sanders.

Uh, you have
a 10:00 with
Milt Fessler.

Should I cancel?

No.

Just let me
grab a shave.

Oh, and a Carl LaFong
called for you
this morning.

He said it was
important,

but he didn't
leave a number.

Lily, let's sign him in
as a John Doe for now.

I don't want anyone here
to know he's my father.

Oh, okay.

Why?

'Cause I'm not sure
how I feel about it.

Okay?

Oh, come on, Jordan.
Don't make me beg.

Look, I told you last week.
I am not contradicting

the findings
of my former boss.

It's not your responsibility
to cover for
Yakura's mistakes.

Hey, no one's
happier than me

to see her name dragged
through the mud,

but she wasn't
the only one
screwing up.

The D.A. went along
for the ride.

And you know
how those guys get

when we make 'em look bad.

Tony Castinato
didn't kill his wife.

That's what they all say.

Oh, he had
an overworked
hack P.D.

who's got him sitting
in prison for 17 months.

His folks finally
raise enough money

to hire a real lawyer,
and I'm telling you,

I think the guy's
telling the truth.

All I'm asking you to do
is to look at the evidence.

Please.

All right.

Okay, but I'm not
promising anything.

I'll make it up to you.

Here, you first.

"Your luck's
about to change."

In bed.
I wish.

Uh, mine's dumb.

Oh.

"To have true love,

"you must be willing
to take risks."

You should tack that one
to your headboard.

Meaning what?

Well, you got to admit,
it's pretty accurate.

What are you
talking about?

Jordan, I've known you
25 years.

When was the last time
you got your heart broken?

Bullet did
a lot of damage.

If that hadn't gotten him,
he probably would have
choked to death anyway.

Choked?
I found this.

It was lodged
in his trachea.

It's got a number on it.

It's from a safe deposit box.

He must have tried
to swallow it
before he died.

Keep me posted
on this one,
will you?

Sure thing.

(JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)

Come on in.

Hey.
Hey.

They told me upstairs
they didn't know
where you were.

So I knew
I'd find you here.

Yeah.

I've been sitting here
trying to remember him.

Wish I could help.

My only memory is
him getting drunk
at our wedding

and rifling through
my mother's purse.

(CHUCKLING)

He loved baseball,
I remember that.

He liked to bet
the horses.

He was a hell
of a trumpet player.

Give it some time,
Garret.

When my dad died,
it took six months

before I could even
begin to process it.

When I was a kid,
I was a comic book nut.

I was a big collector.

And on my ninth birthday,

my dad bought me a copy
of Batman#1 from 1940.

It was the Holy Grail.

Worth about
100 bucks back then.

That was a lot
of money in my house.

I think that was the happiest
I'd ever been in my life.

And then one day,
I came home from school,

and the book was gone.

My old man
had a tough day
at the track

and he needed
some quick cash, so...

How come you never
told me that before?

I don't know.

I guess it's still
too painful to think about.

(JAZZ MUSIC CONTINUES)

Ah, like clockwork.

How do you know
I'm not here 'cause
my dad owns the bar?

I know exactly
why you're here.
So do you.

Oh, that's right,
I forgot.

You know everything
about me.

Not everything.

But in my line of work,
it helps if you can
sum up people quickly.

And what line
of work is that?

Does it matter?

Well, I like to know
who's trying to pick
me up, that's all.

The more you know,
the safer you feel.

Something like that.

Safety is overrated.

What do you want from me?

You came back tonight.

What do you want from me?

Hey, sweetie.
What'll it be?

I'll, uh...

I'll have
what he's having.

The Lexington.

1:00 tomorrow.
Room 509.

Trey, did you find
anything else
on that John Doe case?

It was pretty
straightforward.

Bullet entered
through the abdomen,

sliced through the liver,
bounced off the lower
left rib

and lodged next
to his appendix.

Wait, wait, wait,
hold it.

His appendix?

Yeah, why?

Lily, that man who
called a few times today,
what was his name again?

Uh, LaFong?
Carl LaFong.
Carl LaFong.

You remembered
who he was?

Capital L, small A,
capital F, small O,
small N, small G.

LaFong.

It... It's from an old
W.C. Fields movie.

Did he leave a message?
Did he say anything?

Uh, he just wanted me
to remind you that
it's Tuesday.

(JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)

If it's Tuesday,
it must be Yang Chow.

Not as good
as I remembered.

Not enough foo
in the egg foo yung.

Is this some kind
of sick joke?

Still constipated,
I see.

You faked
your own death.

Just seized a moment
of opportunity,
that's all.

And you figured I'd
help you out by signing
the death certificate.

Not many people
have a coroner
for a son.

Give me one good reason
why I'd risk my career
to help you.

Oh, I don't know.

Maybe because
I'm your father.

Go to hell.

Does that mean we're
not going Dutch
on the check?

(SIGHS)

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGING)

Morning.

What the hell
are you doing here?

Oh.

Very neat office.

I thought I'd wait till
this morning to call
the police on you.

Whoa, whoa.
Let's not get
ahead of ourselves.

Your wallet was found
on the body

of a man
floating face down
in the Charles River.

I got a hunch they might
want to ask you
some questions.

All right, look,
it's a long story.

But I can explain.

I'll bet.

My partner Murray and I,

we got in
a little trouble

with these Cuban fellas
down in Miami.

To work off the debt,
we agreed

to run some money
for them to Boston,
to launder it.

I was supposed
to meet him two days ago.

He's got the 100 grand
with him.

I get here, he's dead,
murdered, and
the money's gone.

I realized those guys
are gonna think

I'm the one
who's got it.

That's how I came up
with this.

Switch identities.

Better they're looking
for Murray than me.

You never change,
do you?

You see?
That's just it.

I'm getting too old
for this.

I look back on my life

and I got nothing
but regrets.

(SIGHS)

I know it's late,
but whatever years
I got left,

I'd like to spend them
being a father to you,

being a grandfather
to that kid of yours.

Dr. Macy,
there are two men here

to see you
about your father.

Oh, hello.

Hi, sweetheart.
Are they detectives?

No, they said they're
old friends of his,
from Miami.

Tell 'em
to give me a minute.

What'll they do to you?

You mean before
or after they kill me?

If I help you
find the money,

we're giving it back
to these guys

and we're calling the police,
straighten this whole
thing out.

Is that understood?

You'd do that for me?

I think Murray hid the money
in a safe deposit box.

I found a key.

I have a phone call
for either of you.

Please come this way.

(MURMURING)

MAN: Hello.

(TALKING IN SPANISH)

Hello?
Anybody there?

Hi, I got your call.
What have you got?

Well, we've got some
really tasty maggots

and we've got this.

It's the closest thing
we're gonna get
to a smoking gun.

It's the videotape footage
of the crime scene

the day his wife's body
was found.

BUG: Take a look
at that patch
of Poa compressa.

Patch of what?
Poa compressa.

Better known
as Canadian bluegrass.

It's found
all over Boston.

All right, what am I
supposed to say?

Look at the grass directly
under where her body
was lying.

BUG: What color does
that look like to you?
KIM: It's brown.

JORDAN: And the rest of
the grass around her?
Green.

That is our smoking gun.

It takes four days
for this species of grass
to lose its chlorophyll

and turn brown,
when covered and
obscured from light.

And she was only supposed
to have been dead
for two days

before they found her.

So you're saying...

She was really dead
for four days.

Castinato was 600 miles
away that day.

There is no way
he could have
done it.

You know, it takes
an ID and two keys

to get into
a safe deposit box,

one belonging
to the bank.

How are we gonna
pull this off?
I'll think of something.

Just promise me
you won't do
anything illegal.

May I help you?

Yes, I am Alexi Carpethian

and this is my
associate, Emile.

We are here on business
from Romania,

and require safekeeping
for our documents.

May I see some ID, please?

Oh, yes.
Certainly.

Will you be putting
your name on the account
as well, sir?

No, he does not
speak English.

(SPEAKING FAKE ROMANIAN)

(CHUCKLES)

Dah.

It won't be necessary.

We have three sizes
of deposit boxes
to choose from.

Do you have
a preference?

I am more particular
about the number
on the box.

There are certain
very bad luck numbers
in my country.

May I see a list
of the numbers
available?

Sure, I guess.

Oh, that would be very nice.

That is so nice of you.

Oh, oh.

25263.

This is a good number.

(SPEAKING FAKE ROMANIAN)

Dah.

This is crazy.

Now what are we
supposed to do?

Here, hold this for me.

Fire! Fire!

Emile, fire!

Oh, my God!
Take off your coat!

Just let the guard know
when you're done.

Thank you.

And thank you.

I can't believe
you did that to me.

Potassium chlorate
and sulfur in
an envelope,

oldest trick
in the book.

Let's just get this
over with and
get out of here.

Oh.

(CLOCK TICKING)

(DOOR OPENING)

(DOOR CLOSING)

(JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)

Hello?

(GASPING)

(HEAVY BREATHING)

A package came
for you, Dr. Macy.

They said they needed
your signature.

If you sign here,
they can leave it
tomorrow.

Thanks, Emmy.

I got an ID on
that old man,
the John Doe.

Prints finally came
back from NCIC.

Name was Jack Wilcox.

Jack?
Not Murray?

He's got a bunch
of aliases listed.

Jack Clemente, Jack Frost,
Jack Mack, Jack the Knife.

Don't see a Murray.

Turns out
he was a local
money launderer

with mob connections.

You gonna
ask me my name?

No.

Look, I'm sorry.
I'm not trying
to be mysterious,

but you came here
for a reason.

This can be anything
you want it to be.

I think this
was a mistake.

That's too bad.

I thought it was wonderful.

I wasn't talking
about the sex.

I was talking about...

I understand.

But I'll be here tomorrow,
same time.

If you change your mind.

(DOOR OPENING)

I have testified
in plenty of cases.

This new A.D.A. they got

will tear you
a new one, Jordan.

I'm just warning you.
Just be careful.

Look, I'll be fine.

Look, I just need my coffee
and I'm getting back to work.

Uh, one latte,
please.

Do you want something?

Are you okay?

You've been weird
the last few days.

I'm fine.

Wait a minute.

Are you seeing someone?

Maybe.

I knew it.

Who is he?

I don't know.

We haven't told each other
our names yet.

You're going out
with him and...

We haven't really
ventured out, per se.

So you're already...

Yeah.

Wow.

Where did you meet him?

At my dad's bar.

You met a man
in a bar,

and you haven't asked
his name and now you're
sleeping with him?

You're the one who told me
that I never take a risk.

That is not the kind
of risk I was
talking about.

Sleeping with some guy
you met in a bar?

I mean, I meant losing
your heart to somebody,

opening up enough
to get hurt.

What you're doing
is exactly the opposite.

You know, I shouldn't
have told you anything.

Look, I got to get
back to work, okay?

I'll see you tomorrow.
Jordan.

Jordan!

(DRAWER CLOSING)
Hello?

Doesn't anybody knock
around here?

Sorry, I was looking
for my dad.

You're Abby.

Yeah, I came to see
if he was okay.

His father died yesterday.

My mom said
he was pretty shook up.

Well, I'm sorry
for your loss.

It's okay.
I never met him anyway.

Although, I wish I had.
I never had a grandfather.

His loss, I'm sure.

(DOOR CREAKING)

I see you two have met.

Where the hell is Murray?

Because he sure
isn't the guy
lying in my crypt.

Dad, what's going on here?

That's what I'd like to know.
Maybe you should ask
your grandfather.

My grandfather?

He's my grandfather?

I was just about
to get around to
that part.

Oh, wait,
I don't understand it.

You're supposed
to be dead.

I can explain.

This ought to be good.

Uh, all right.

There is no Murray.

I brought the money
to the launderer myself.

His name is Jack Frost.

The next day, we were
supposed to meet

at the foot of
Ellsworth Bridge
for the clean cash.

I get there, he's dead.

The cash is gone.

Everything else
is the truth.

Get out of here.

Go on, get out!

You saw those guys.

They'll find me
and kill me

if they don't get
their money back.

It's not my problem.

Somebody's trying
to kill you?

I'm afraid so.

Abby, stay out of it...
Stay out?
He's my grandfather.

I can't believe you're
treating your own father
like this.

Listen, if you need money,
I have some in my
college fund that...

You are not
giving him
your money.

No, sweetheart.

Your father is right.
I can't take your money.

I've done a lot of
lousy things in my time,

but I've never
stooped that low.

Goodbye, Son.

Abby.

He's family.
Doesn't that mean
anything to you?

I don't owe him anything
and neither do you.

That man was
never there for me.

Oh, so what?

He forgot your
ninth grade graduation, too?

Listen, just because
you hate him
doesn't mean I have to.

I've never had
a grandfather

and I'm probably not gonna
get another chance.

Dad, please.

Go help him.

(SIGHS)

HARRY: She's a nice kid,
Garret.

At least you did
one thing right.

Are you and her mother
still together?

What's her name?
Maggie.

Oh, yeah, that's it.
Hot little number.

We're back together, sort of.
It's complicated.

Let me just get
this straight.

Murray, who doesn't exist,

is actually Jack Frost,
a money launderer

who took your 100 grand,
put it in a safe
deposit box,

and swallowed the key
before getting shot
in the gut?

Yes, something like that.

If the money's not here,
I'm gonna turn myself in.

Promise.

If someone told me
yesterday

I'd be breaking
into a money
launderer's lair...

Welcome to my world.

(DOOR CREAKING)

(PISTOL COCKING)

Who are you?

(STAMMERING)
I'm no one.

(GROANING)

He's a cop.
No, no, no, no,
I'm not a cop.

I'm not a cop.
I'm a coroner.

I'm here
on official business.

I'm investigating
the death of the guy
who lived here.

Macy?
Your name is Macy?

That's funny, 'cause
we've been looking
for a guy named Macy.

(FIRE ALARM BLARING)

(SHOUTING IN SPANISH)

(GUNSHOTS)

(ALARM CONTINUES BLARING)

Run!

(GUNSHOTS)

You're awful quiet today.

Well, I was, uh,

just thinking.

How come we never
had the sex talk?

(BOTTLE SHATTERING)

The what?

The sex talk.

The birds and the bees.

Oh, jeez, Jordan.

It's a little late for that,
don't you think?

No, I'm not saying that
we should have it now.

I just mean that
I was too young
to have it with Mom.

And then after she died,

you just never said
anything about it,

so I was kind of left alone
to figure it all out.

And I don't think I've done
a very good job of it.

Look, first off,
I had my hands full
as it was,

and second, I wouldn't have
even known where to start.

I mean, what if I said
something wrong?

Could have scarred you
for life.

That's exactly my point.

The fact that
nobody did,

that I didn't have a mother
there to teach me
these things.

Who knows?

Maybe I'm all screwed up
about sex.

I'm not having
this conversation.

Yeah, but what if it's
all wrapped up with
my intimacy issues

and I've got this really
preadolescent warped
view of...

Jordan, you're
killing me here.

I'm hardly an expert
on the subject.

I didn't go out
on a date for years

after your mother died,
and...

(SIGHING)

We both got
a raw deal,
all right?

That's what life
dealt us and...

I did the best I could.

Oh, I know you did, Dad.
I'm not blaming you.

I guess we're just
a couple of losers,
aren't we?

Oh, that's us.

Red Sox fans
to the end.

You're still mad about
the comic book,
aren't you?

What?

You won't let me
live that down.

How do you live
like this?

Look at you.

You're an old man
living hand-to-mouth
like a common thief.

I know I'm not perfect,
but at least I've lived,
taken some risks.

You've taken nothing
but the safe road
your whole life.

All I know is
I didn't raise you...

You didn't raise me, period!

Your mother kicked me
out of the house.

We had problems.

Gee, I wonder why.

(SIGHS)

I loved that woman
till the day she died.

Would it have been
so hard to find me,

and tell me
when it happened?

Had to hear it
from her sister,
three weeks later.

I'm sorry about that.

(SIGHING)

You know, near the end
she was really delusional,

but she still loved you.

Long after
she'd forgotten
who I was,

she was convinced that
you'd been by there
to visit her.

I wanted to believe her,
but I knew it was just
the dementia.

No. It wasn't.

This not talking is gonna
get kind of awkward
at some point.

Maybe if I just knew
a little something
about you,

you know,
something
to go on.

Hmm.

When I was four years old,
I thought I could
turn invisible.

If I stared at my hand
for a really long time,

it would just vanish.

I could walk into rooms
full of people,

and no one would see me.

Well, that doesn't
give me much to go on.

Let's see you top it.

I had this, uh,
recurring dream
as a kid.

I was running through
this field of poppies,

like in The Wizard Of Oz.

Ah.

And suddenly the ground
started to move

beneath my feet,
like an earthquake.

And then the whole world
would just split open

and I'd start to fall
into this giant crevasse.

And just as I was about
to plunge into the darkness,

this hand would
reach out of nowhere
and grab a hold of me.

Pull me to safety.

When I was 10,
I stopped having
that dream.

I never told anyone
that before.

I can't make it tomorrow.

There's some place
I have to be.

Detective Carver's
a friend of mine.

Maybe we'll see if she can
get you into some kind of
witness protection program.

Oh, great.

Spending what time
I've got left living in
a tract house in Phoenix.

Dr. Macy, that
package came for you.
I put it on your desk.

Thanks, Emmy.

Where are you going?

Uh, little
boys' room.

Hold it.

What's in the box?

This box?

I think I can
explain this.

Yes.

I can't believe
you're actually

giving them
that money back.

That money's
my ticket out.

Then I guess you
shouldn't have
sent it to me.

I was just buying time,

trying to figure out
how to get dead.

Besides, it gave us
the chance to
reconnect a little.

So let me
get this straight.

You're gonna give us
back the money,
just like that.

That's right.

What's the catch?

No catch.

You stole our money.

It seemed like
a good idea
at the time.

Give me one good reason
why I shouldn't kill
you both right now.

Because if anything
happens to me
or my father,

there's a copy of this
that's gonna go
to the police.

What's that?

It's a photocryptographic
negative.

A what?

The optic nerve can
hold an image for up to
three days after death.

We were able to pull the
last image Jack Wilcox
saw before he died.

Let's just say
he didn't capture
your prettier side.

You can do that?

Yeah.

$20 million machine at MIT
developed by the military.

How come we never heard
of such a machine?

We're not gonna go around
telling the bad guys about it.

Now, I'm gonna hold onto this,
keep it safe until
my father here

dies of natural causes,

then I'm
gonna burn it.

That's my offer.
Take it or leave it.

(LAUGHS)

You got lucky
this time.

(MUTTERING IN SPANISH)

I can't believe
you did this for me.

You of all people,
letting a murderer
go free.

I have no idea whether
they killed anyone or not.

What about the photogenic...
The negative?

You're kidding, right?

(CAR ENGINE STARTING)

You conned them?

I guess I learned
something from you
after all.

Jordan.

I just found out the D.A.'s
not gonna call a witness

to respond
to our evidence,

so don't give him
an opening.

Just keep your cool.

That's him,
by the way.

The new A.D.A.

He's a real hatchet man.

He's kind of cute,
though.

All right,
I got to get
in there.

You're gonna be great,
so don't worry.

So what you're
telling the jury

is that Mrs. Castinato's body
had to have been lying

in that very spot
for at least four days?

Is that correct?
Yes.

Thank you,
Dr. Cavanaugh.

I have no further
questions, Your Honor.

Dr. Cavanaugh, according
to your testimony,

Mr. Castinato's wife
died two days prior

to when the police
have reported.

I believe that
to be true, yes.

You believe it
to be true?

Based on the
forensic evidence, yes.

So it's your opinion.

Yes.

And why exactly should
this jury believe
your opinion?

Objection,
Your Honor.

I'm simply giving
the witness a chance

to explain herself
before I ask the jury

to get to know
her credentials
a little bit better.

After all,
knowing someone
before entering

into any relationship
is probably prudent.

JUDGE: Are you going
somewhere with this,
Counsel?

Dr. Cavanaugh,

how many jobs have you
held as a medical examiner?

I'm not sure.

Five cities in over
a four-and-a-half-year period?

How'd you come
to have so many jobs?

I moved around a lot.

Isn't it true
you were fired
from all of them?

Yes.

So is it safe to say
that incompetence

played a role
in your employment issues?

I don't know.

You'd have to ask
my employers.

Well, actually, I took
the liberty of doing
just that,

and I found out
a lot about you.

As a matter of fact,
I feel like I know you
quite well.

I was especially interested
in the testimony of
a Dr. Yakura.

Would it be fair
to characterize

your relationship
with Dr. Yakura
as tense?

I don't know.
You don't know a lot
of things, do you?

And yet that doesn't
keep you from
jumping in feet first,

doing something
reckless, irresponsible.

Like directly
contradicting
the findings

of a former employer
whom you outwardly
despised.

Isn't that right?

Did you really think
no one would bring up

the suggestion
of impropriety
over this?

The blatant attempt
to discredit her?

That's quite a risk
you've taken,

isn't it, Dr. Cavanaugh?

I believed that there was
something real there.

Now, maybe
I don't know myself
as well as you do,

but I can assure you
I would take that
risk again.

No further questions,
Your Honor.

I, uh, I didn't know
it was you.

Jordan Cavanaugh was
a name in a file,
that's all.

I was just doing my job.

It was nothing personal.

No, of course it wasn't.

I never am gonna find out
what really happened,
am I?

(CHUCKLES)

Truth is, I've told
so many lies
in my life,

I'm not sure myself
anymore.

(SNICKERS)

I appreciate
the honesty
for once.

So I take it you're not
going back to Florida
any time soon.

Oh, I was serious, Garret.

About wanting
to be a father to you
and a grandfather to Abby.

Thought I'd stick
around a little.

That'd be nice.

(SIGHS)

How about I take you
to dinner tonight,
you, me and Abby?

Yang Chow's,
like old days?

All right,
we'll meet you,
what, 6:30?

Oh, reminds me.

I could use a little cash
to clean myself up,

maybe buy a little
something for Abby.

Well, how much
do you need?

$500?

Well, I don't have
that kind of cash on me.

I'll take a check.

(SIGHING)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(DOOR CLOSING)

You think you know me.

You don't.

I don't want to feel
without feeling.

I can't be intimate
without being intimate.

I deserve more.

And if that's not
what you want, then...

I'm not willing
to take that risk.

I think I hate you
right now.

I don't know if I'm ever
gonna see you again, but

just in case,

I don't believe
that we've been
properly introduced.

My name is
Jordan Cavanaugh.

I was born and raised
in South Boston.

My favorite color
is purple.

This tooth got chipped
in second grade.

When I was 10,
my mom was murdered.

Tony Madalina
was my first kiss.

I was 12.

I laughed
and he never
spoke to me again.

When I was 15, I read
Catcher In The Rye.

It changed my life.

(SOFT ROCK PLAYING)

Long day, huh?

Yeah.

I'm sorry
about your dad.

I think I forgot
to say that to you.

He isn't dead.

They die,
but they don't.

I know how it is.
They leave all
their issues behind.

That isn't exactly
what I meant, but
I guess you're right.

A lady from your bank called.

She wanted to know
if you authorized

a check for $5,000 today.

$5,000?

Yeah.

Yeah, I did.

Okay.

Goodnight, Dr. Macy.

Goodnight, Lily.

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(SNIFFLES)