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WOODY: What is with
this line, people?

Did I fail to mention
that I only have
45 minutes for lunch?

Believe me, it will be worth
every minute of the wait.

Better be.
I am ready to eat my tie.

I have a very fast
metabolism, you know.

These are the best
chimichangas in Boston, man.

For all I know, they're the
only chimichangas in Boston.

Chimichangas.
Yes, chimichangas? What
exactly is a chimichangas?

It doesn't sound like
something I'd really want
to put in my mouth.

Come on, farm boy,
live a little.
I'm a very fussy eater.

Ooh, there's a shock.

Okay, now I'm officially
feeling faint.

MAN ON RADIO:
Report of a jumper
at 239 Calvin Street.

All officers in
the vicinity please respond.

Let's go.

Name's Keisha Morton.
She and her mom been living
here about 10 years.

(TENANTS ARGUING)
Where's the mother?

Probably at work.
Secretary at
a local high school.

(ARGUING)

Keisha, hi.

I'm Detective Woody Hoyt,
Boston P.D.
Leave me alone.

Keisha, I can't do that
because

I'm here to make sure
that you don't hurt yourself.

Look, I'm not talking
to a cop. Go away.

Keisha.
Look, I said go away.

Let me.

Come on, Jordan.
You've never
done this before.

No, but at least
I'm not a cop.

I'm Jordan.

And I'm not a cop.
Look, why don't you
come back in

and we'll talk about
what's going on here?

Look, I can't.

Yes, you can.
It's easy.

No. I don't want
to see her.

See who?

Keisha, where's
your mother?

Where's your mother?

She's in the kitchen.

(BYSTANDERS CLAMORING)

Keisha, whatever happened,
it's not worth doing
anything crazy over.

I'm not going to juvie.
I don't care what happens,
I'm not going back there.

We can deal with that later.
What you need to do right now
is just listen to me.

Keisha!

See all those people
down there on the street?

They're all waiting around
to see you fall.

You have any idea what
happens to a body that falls
from this height?

Your bones shatter
on impact.

But the worst part is,
you may not even die.

Of course, you may never
walk again. Oh, and then
there's the blood.

I'm not talking
to you anymore.

All right, fine.
You know what?

The hell with it.
Just go ahead.

I haven't even
had my lunch yet.

Look, shut up!
I'll do it, I swear.

No, you won't.

'Cause you would have
done it already if you
really wanted to.

I know a little something
about that.

Look, why don't you
just come back inside, okay?

I'll make sure the police
listen to what
you have to say.

I promise you, I will not
let anything happen to you.

I know you don't
even know me,

but if you did, you'd know
I always keep my promises.

I think she's coming in.

Now we can get closer.
Thanks.

Come on, Keisha.
Let me help you.

Take it.

(SOBBING)

I didn't do it,
I swear.

You know, we are 2-and-7
without you at point guard.

A little exercise
would do you good.

Well, with responsibility
comes weight gain, Kirk.

Listen, I know you
didn't ask me here
to discuss my jump shot,

so why the impromptu meeting?

Remember the Simon case
I prosecuted last fall?

Simon? Yeah.

Yeah. Two teenage kids
found dead in Langley Park,

their skulls crushed
by a rock

with Tommy Simon's
fingerprints
all over it, right?

One of the victims
was a cop's kid.
Okay, what about it?

The case is up for appeal.
The defense claims
they have new evidence.

Apparently, they're gearing up
for a forensic-based attack.

Even brought in a team
of high-powered guns for hire.

Well, if I remember correctly,
it was all pretty clear-cut.

We thought so.

Now they're blowing
a lot of money
to prove otherwise.

I need you to review
the initial autopsy.

What, the D.A.'s Office
wants me to review
Leo Gelber's findings?

That's right.
You know how long
he's been doing this?

Garret, don't argue
with me on this.

Just dot the I's
and cross the T's.

I'm sure it's
all in order.
Let's hope so.

I'm late for a deposition.
How soon before
I hear from you?

It'll take some time
to dig through the files.

I'll speak to Dr. Gelber...
Tonight.
Call me tonight.

Tonight.

Garret.

Hey, Leo.

Well, this is a surprise.

What brings you down
from Mount Olympus

to mix with us
mere mortals?

Can't a fellow doctor
visit an old friend?

Please, put away
the shovel.

You exile me down here,
now you're stopping by
just to say hello?

Hey, don't kill the messenger.
That was a board decision.

Yeah, they thought
I was slowing down.

You know,
you get a little older...

I don't want to hear this.
All right, fine.

So, apparently, Tommy Simon's
attorneys filed an appeal.
I need to shore up the case.

They can file
anything they want.

Guy's an animal,
end of story.

You still playing the horn?

Nah, you kidding?
I savor every breath I've got.

Damn file's here somewhere.

'Cause if you want me
to come back later...
No, no, no, no.

I wouldn't want
to make you visit this floor
twice in one year.

I appreciate that.
Here's the Simon file.

Great.

Actually, this one
says "Sharpe."
Let me take a look.

Well, my filing system's
a little messy.

Here it is.

Can I get you
anything else?

No, this is good for now.
Thanks, Leo.

Yeah.

I told you.

I said good night
and went to bed.

When I woke up,
I found her that way.
That's all.

My client isn't answering
any more questions.
Call me if you need me.

Otherwise, I'll see you
at the arraignment.

Now if you'll excuse me,
I've got eleven other cases
in my book today.

Cuff her.

Nice to see
she's in such good hands.

You pay the big bucks,
you get the best.

Look, Jordan, the apartment
was locked from inside.

There were only two people
in there and now one of
them is dead.

When was the last time you
heard about a daughter-mother
strangulation?

Oh, come on, Jordan.
She's got 3 inches
and 20 pounds on her mom.

She's got a history of violent
behavior. She's been in and
out of the system for years.

Now, I understand this
may be too close to home
for you, but...

Meaning what?

You're bound
to feel a connection.

But make no mistake,
this girl killed her mother.

She didn't just
find her on the floor.

How did you
know about that?

Two of the guys
at the precinct,
they knew your dad when...

People talk.

I'm sorry.

All right, seems the mom
had a boyfriend.

Eyewitnesses saw him
enter Keisha's building
at 9:00 last night.

You want to come play
cops and robbers with me,
you're more than welcome.

Are you there?

Yeah, Keisha,
I'm here.

You promised
you'd help me.

You lied.

Must be cool
to work in a morgue.

Um, can I help you?

I'm from the
Fisher & Sons mortuary.

Here to pick up
Mr. Drennan.

Oh, uh...

He won't be ready
for another hour.

I'll wait.

In my business,
I got nothing but time.

I like your perfume.

How can you smell anything
in here? It's a crypt.

It's the embalming fluids.

Helps clean out the sinuses.

Mmm.

You want to go out?

I'm sorry?

You want to go out with me?

I'll show you
a good time.

I don't know you.

You could.

We could ride around
in the hearse for a while.

(SIGHS)
Um...

That's okay.

I'm a real good dancer.

Oh, yeah.

I'm sure you are.

(CLATTERING)
You know what? They, um...

I, uh...
Excuse me.

(STAMMERING)
I have to

go do something.

External bruising indicated
a massive trauma
to the victim's forehead.

Downward blow concurrent with
Dr. Gelber's findings.

Here's something
a bit intriguing.

Enhance times four. Right two
frames. Enhance times two.

Yeah. The decedent
was over 6 feet tall.

Downward blow to the head
would make his assailant...

The Jolly Green Giant.

I can't believe
Leo missed this.

I don't mean to overstep my
boundaries, but bloody hell,

seems like a rather
obvious oversight.

Print all this up for me
and bring it to my office,

and keep this
between us, okay?
All right.

Hey, um...
Hi, Dr. Macy.

Hey, Lily.

Well, wasn't that
uncomfortable.

Oh, you noticed, huh?

Must be hard.

Nigel?
Mmm-hmm.

Let me ask you
a personal question.

At your own risk.

Do you find me attractive?

This is dangerous.
Any way you slice it.

Don't think.
Just answer.

First thing that
comes to your mind.

Yeah, absolutely.
Mmm. Yes.

You, Lily, are a very,
very attractive woman.

Then why is it
that I can't seem
to attract a normal guy?

I get married men,
men with mother issues.

I get men with father issues.
I get...

You need to start
targeting your demographics
a little better.

You're casting too wide a net.

You have to figure out
what it is you're willing
to settle for.

Is that what you do?

No, I pretty much take
anything I can get.

Yeah, but then, you know,
I'm driven by a certain
biological imperative.

Ten million little
biological imperatives.

(GROANS IN DISGUST)
Oh!

Glad I could be of some help.

I met Teresa through work.

She would come in
every month or so to pick up
Keisha's BuSpar prescription.

Buspirone. It's like Prozac,
only it targets people
with aggressive tendencies.

So Keisha had problems
controlling her temper?

Teresa didn't like
giving her medication,
but without it

she felt that Keisha
might hurt herself
or hurt someone else.

You saw Teresa last night,
right?

My shift starts
at 10:00 on Tuesdays.

I decided to drop in
a little earlier, and man,
I walked into a hornets' nest.

Meaning what?
Well, the two of them
were going at it.

I mean, physical.

At one point, I had to
step in between them.
That's how I got this.

What was the fight about?

Well, Keisha's
all-city track.

She was good enough to get
a scholarship to Jesuit.

They were willing
to overlook her temper,

give her a chance
to get out of Roxbury.

So what's the problem?

Teresa didn't want her to go.

Why?
Well, it may sound
selfish,

but Keisha was all
that Teresa had.

I decided
I shouldn't stick around,

but I could hear
Keisha screaming at Teresa
all the way to the elevator.

What was she saying?

"I wish you were dead."

Hi.

I don't even know
if I want to talk to you.

Understandable,
but impossible.
I'm here on business.

I assume you mean
for the D.A.'s Office,
and not personal business.

I'm prosecuting Keisha Morton
for the murder of her mother.

I need your help
to convict her.

So, looks like we're
gonna be working together.

Look, I won't lie.

These are good cases for us.
High-profile soapbox material.

A teenage girl
kills her own mother
with her bare hands.

I haven't forensically
verified that yet.

Well, my suggestion
is that you start trying to.

How and when I do my job
is none of your business.

Don't be naive, Jordan.
We both know what your job is.

Oh, what? To be a puppet
of the D.A.'s Office?

Look.

We can clear the air
right here,

discuss our complex
situation,

but the bottom line is,
we have to work together.

No, the bottom line is,
you're being an ass.

You're totally abusing
the fact that I'm the M.E.
on this case.

There are plenty of other
doctors in this office
that'll play by the rules.

Try sleeping with them.
They'll react
the same way I am now.

Doesn't matter how you
connect the dots, I'm still
gonna get what I want.

Don't bet on it.

Fine, Jordan.
Do it your way.

It's Dr. Cavanaugh.
And don't patronize me.

Garret, you wanted to see me?

Hey, Leo,
thanks for coming up.

Wow, shouldn't you be
out of here by now?
Oh, you kidding?

My day's just beginning.
Yeah, I know what you mean.

I had that office
for 12 years.

My kid was lucky
to see me on weekends.

How is Mark, anyway?

Well, we don't see much
of each other anymore.

I mean, he's got a family,
a legal practice, you know.

Come on.

Of course, we do catch up
on weekends. Seems to work
for us, you know?

Uh-huh.
I've been going over
the Simon case.

There are a couple of details
I'm a little bit
confused about.

How can I help?

Well, see, the fingerprint
on the left is the one you
lifted from the murder weapon.

On the right is Simon's
police print.

That's cute, that's very cute.
Kind of old
for practical jokes.

Who's laughing?

Come on, you're not going to
rely on the computer, are you?

Get the prints
like in the old days.
Physically make the match.

Well, how many ID points
did you calibrate it for, Leo?

18, like we always use.

Alright, I'm going to
broaden it to 12,
see what happens.

Same thing.

Impossible, something wrong.
Let's go for eight.

You broadened the match to
eight ridge points, Leo.
That's unheard of.

Don't question my expertise.

I'm not, but if
there's an oversight...

You're out of line, Garret.

I'm doing my job.

Case is closed.
My findings are accurate.

Leo, you made a mistake.

You're enjoying this,
aren't you?

Manipulating the facts
to make the old man look bad.

That's not fair.
Kicking me out of
the autopsy room is?

You took away from me
the only thing
I ever cared about.

I stand by my report.

And you can go to hell.

This could cost him
his license,

not to mention there could be
an innocent man
rotting in jail.

Worst part for a man like Leo
is losing his pride.

I can't believe
he dropped the ball like this.

He signed off on his own
annual physical.

Wow, that comes in handy,

if you're trying
to hide something.

That's what I'm afraid of.

Hmm.

Hmm, what?

Teresa Morton.
No fracture of the larynx.

Hyoid bone appears intact,
too.

Doesn't really jive with the
strangulation theory, does it?

Hmm.

The results on her blood test.
It looks like Teresa Morton
was pregnant.

And her tox screen?

Elevated levels
of biotin and calcium,

probably from
the prenatal vitamins.
Antihistamine.

Nothing interesting there.

I'm about to get the results
on the fetal test.

Hmm, hmm.
What?

The fetus tested positive
for beta-thalassemia.

Are you sure?

Absolutely.

Oh, Bug, you rock.

I know.

Hi.

Have you seen
Dr. Cavanaugh?

Um...

She was scheduled for
autopsy at 3:00.

Oh. Thanks.

Hey.

You're Detective Hoyt, right?

Yeah, Woody.

Woody?

I'm going to ask you a very
forward question. Please don't
take this the wrong way.

All right.

Look at me.
Size me up.

Undress me with your eyes,
whatever it is
that you men do.

Would you have sex with me?

I'm from Wisconsin.

Exactly. You're a regular guy.
I mean, you're certainly

above-average looking.

I just wanted to know
if I'm the kind of girl
that you would have sex with.

Shouldn't we go out to
dinner first, maybe
talk for a few minutes?

That's not really my point.

I'm kind of
old fashioned that way.

You know what?
Never mind.

I think I overstepped
my boundaries a bit.

Oh, whoa,
whoa, whoa.

Can I call you?

No.

Jordan.

Oh, Woody. I was just
on my way to see you.

Keisha Morton's gone.

You're kidding.
How?

Out through a laundry chute.
Outran two guards.

Any idea where'd she go?

No. We've got a dozen units
out looking for her.

The D.A.'s having
my ass for dinner,

and as tasty as
that may seem, it doesn't
give me much to sit on.

Well, I found something.
Keisha's mom was pregnant.

Fetus had a blood condition
known as beta-thalassemia.

Okay, how does that help
me find Miss Morton?

It doesn't.

Beta-thalassemia is found
in people of
Mediterranean descent.

That boyfriend didn't exactly
look Italian to me.
Yeah, me neither.

But the super...
Ah, the Greek guy.

Yeah, we'll bring him
in for questioning tomorrow.

All right, well, I'm going
to go look for Keisha.

It's going to be
a long night.

Well, call me
if you find her.

So, how'd you find me?

I went to the two other
J. Cavanaughs
in the phone book.

You were number three.

I'm going to have
to send you back.

Look, you think
I don't know that?

I guess it can wait
till morning.

Look, I had a talk
with your mom's boyfriend.

He said you and your mom
had a real big fight
last night.

So? We fight all the time.

This must have
been different.

When my mom told me that
I couldn't go to Jesuit,

I got so mad,
I went out for a run,

and when I got back,
the front door was locked.
Mr. Theo let me in.

Where was your mom?
Asleep in front of the TV,
but...

I don't know,
I swear she was alive.

Why didn't you tell the cops
what you just told me?

I don't know.

They got this
all-weather track
over at Jesuit.

It's like a college
or something.

Man, I would've loved
to run it just once.

Running's the only time
I feel like someone.

You know?

(CARTOONS BLARING ON TV)

Keisha?

So I went over Dr. Gelber's
files and found
some discrepancies.

That's pretty vague, Garret.
Are you suggesting
he fudged the guidelines?

No, no, no.

Leo used only eight points
to make a positive
fingerprint ID.

With those standards,
you could have
killed those kids.

Look, all you have to do
is get on the stand
and state the facts.

Were those kids bludgeoned
to death by a rock wielded
by Tommy Simon, yes or no?

If the angles matched up,
maybe, but they don't.

Look, I tried
a pretty solid case
first time around.

Just play ball and restate
the original findings.

Hold it.
Is the D.A.'s Office
asking me to lie?

No, I'm asking you to
do what's right.

Simon has a record
as thick as a phone book.
Robbery, assault.

It doesn't make him
a murderer, Kirk.

If this dirt bag
is not found guilty,
it won't be long

before he's arrested
for something else, maybe
even killing another kid.

Okay,
so what are you saying?

Do everybody a favor
and lock him away now
for the rest of his life,

even if he's innocent?

The son of a Boston
police officer is dead.

I am not the only one
that wants to keep
this guy in jail,

so unless you're
telling me that Gelber
completely lost his marbles,

I expect you to back me up.

We know the baby was yours.
I didn't know she was
pregnant, I swear to ya.

Okay, contrary to
popular belief, I did not
graduate from Hee-Haw High.

Now, we know Teresa Morton
lived across the hall from you

and we know
you two were having sex.

Nah, we messed around
a couple of times, that's all.
Come on, I'm a married man.

Didn't take your vows
very serious, did you?

Hey, look, my wife,
she finds out this...

Teresa threatened
to tell your wife.
That's what happened.

Teresa threatened
to tell your wife.
I told you,

I didn't even know
she was knocked up. Anyway,
I was in 4G that night.

Fixing another
tenant's plumbing.
As a matter of fact,

yes, that's right.
I was with the plumber
half the night.

And before that,
I was at my weekly card game,

and I got five guys
who can...
Cavanaugh.

Alright, you know what?
Sit tight.
I'll be right back.

(SIGHING)

Right.
Thanks, Nige.

We'll verify his story
with his poker buddies,

but I got to tell you, Jordan,
we're running out of suspects.

I think Keisha did it.

I think you're right.

Keisha's fingernail polish
was found in a cut
on Teresa's neck.

How do we know the
polish matches Keisha's?

She was at my apartment
last night.

Was?

It was late,
she was completely freaked.

I was going to
bring her in this morning,
but when I woke up, she was...

What?
She was gone?

You know how many cops I had
out there looking for her
all night long, Jordan,

who are still out there?
I know.

No, I don't think you do!
I can't believe you'd
put me in this position.

Here, I trusted you and...

(JAZZ PLAYING)

Yeah?

I talked to Snyder.

He doesn't need us both
at the deposition,
so I'll handle it.

You're too good to me.

Listen, about before...
Forget it.

I'm too old
for new grudges.

I'm still working with
some of the old ones.

Well, I should have
handled things differently.

I should have included you
more in the process. Just...

When I saw
the discrepancies,

I came to the
logical conclusion...

The old man
was starting to lose it?

Yeah, and I'm sorry
about that.

You know, Snyder
had a question he
wanted to ask you.

Here's the number.
I'll call him later.

No, call him now.

How bad is it?

I need you to get
your eyes checked, Leo.

I don't have time for that.
Make the time.
I'm trying to help.

I won't do it.
Damn it, I'm your boss.

Then go ahead, fire me.
You want to fire me, fire me.

But until then,
leave me alone
and let me do my job.

You were dropping your knees
the last couple strides.

How'd you find me?

Stubborn girl like you,

I knew you had to run
this track at least once
before leaving town.

Yeah, well,
I needed to see
what it felt like.

You know I'm going to
have to bring you back.

Just going to run away again.

Look, we all make
some bad decisions.

You learn from your mistakes.
Believe me,
I speak from experience.

Is this the part
where you tell me
I can't run forever?

Way I see it,
you got two choices.

You can run around in circles
for the rest of your life,
or you can come with me.

You think I did it,
don't you?

I hope not.

No sweat, right?

No sweat.

I'll be back later.
Okay.

Why, you going to bring
a cake with a file in it?

So, you brought the girl back.
Thanks.

Well, I just hope you don't
put another kid behind bars
who probably didn't do it.

Can't we at least make
an attempt to be civil
with each other?

Fine. Then stop throwing
your weight around.

Just tell me what you want.

I want to re-examine the mom.

Anything else?

Be patient,
don't call me.

I know where to find you.

Jordan.

Hey, Leo.

Let me guess, kid.
You're in trouble again.

So what else is new, huh?

Yeah. Me, too.

Spend 45 years
perfecting your craft,

end up wondering whether
it was all worth it.

Come on, Leo, you ran this
place for 12 years.

Yeah, you've had an
incredible career.
You're the best.

I was, Jordan. Was.

You know,
I can drive a car,

I can go to the movies,

but the minute I look into a
microscope, which is the most
important part of my life,

sometimes I can't make out
what I'm looking at.

You can still out-think
anyone in this building.

Yeah. In fact,
this case I'm working on,

41-year-old female,
death by asphyxiation.

There's bruising on her neck
and on her body, but the
windpipe was still intact.

Petechial hemorrhaging?

No.
No?

And the weirdest part is

she was strangled
so hard, she nearly
bit off her own tongue.

Tongue lacerations.

Jordan, were you serious?

Do you need my help?

Not only do I need your help,
Leo, I want your help.

I'll lend you my eyes.

I'll lend you my
45 years of experience.

So, Leo, what
are we looking for?

An anomaly in
the cerebral cortex.

What do you see?

There's some discoloration
from an old contusion
in the left cerebellum.

Where was she found?

On the floor.

Beside a chair.

She could have fallen
from a grand mal seizure.

The bruising on her neck
was the line of impact.

Self-asphyxiation.

And who says we don't
get better with age?

Uh, there's one thing
that bothers me, though.

If the brain injury
was long-standing,

she should have been
on some seizure meds.

No, no Dilantin
in her system.

But she did test positive
for antihistamines.

They've been known
to trigger seizures.

I wonder why
she was taking 'em.

Maybe she didn't
know she was.

How's Keisha?
She's a tough kid.

I went to the Morton apartment
last night, found these
in the medicine cabinet.

Just take a look.

Dilantin. So?

It's Teresa's seizure
medication. She was epileptic.

Only problem is,
these are allergy pills.

I got a C in chemistry,
Jordan,

and my lunch is getting cold.
Could we get to the point?

Antihistamines have been
known to cause seizures
in people with epilepsy.

So, what are you saying?
Keisha switched
her mom's pills?

She had a fight with her
mother. They struggled.

That's how the fingernail
polish got on her neck,
but Keisha didn't kill her.

Besides, how would she
know about the possible
side effects of a drug?

She wouldn't,

but a pharmacist would.

On our way back, I want to get
one of those chimichanga
things, but you're buying.

Yeah.

Okay, Miss Phipps.
Thank you. Okay.

Mr. Holden. Hi.
Could we have
a moment of your time?

Well, I'm actually
kind of busy right now.

I'm sort of minding the
store. Want to come back?

We really need
to talk now.

Right.

So, did you find Keisha yet?

Yeah, she's fine.

Thank heaven.
I was really worried
about that girl.

Well, you realize
if she's charged with murder,
she'll be tried as an adult.

D.A.'s talking life
without parole.

Well,

I know Keisha has a temper,
but she wouldn't kill nobody.

Why, she said the
same thing about you.

Said you treated her
and her mother with respect.

Well, those two meant
everything to me.

So how could you leave her
holding the bag
for her own mother's murder?

Pardon?

You swapped her seizure
meds with allergy pills.

I would never make
a mistake like that.

Record shows
you filled the prescription.

We're running the bottle
for prints right now,

but I'm sure you already
know what we're going to find.

I loved her.

But once you found out
the baby wasn't yours...

Everything would have
been just fine,

if she was only faithful.

That's all she had
to be was faithful.

Curtis Holden, you have
the right to remain silent.

After what she did,

after the way she lied,

she did not
deserve to live.

Anything you say can
and will be used against you
in a court of law.

You have the right
to an attorney.

I can't go to jail!

Mr. Holden.

(GRUNTING)

Gun.

OFFICER: Officer down!
I've got a civilian down!
Dispatch!

We're at the pharmacy
on Fourth and Main.
Code three.

Just put the gun down.

(STAMMERING)
He fired first.

OFFICER: Stay down.
You'll be okay.
Dispatch!

I've never shot anyone before.

I've never shot anyone before.

Dr. Macy, did you lift
those fingerprints
off the rock?

No. The initial retrieval
was done by my colleague,
Dr. Leo Gelber.

And where is
Dr. Gelber today?

He's unavailable, but I'm
well-acquainted with the case.

And did you personally run
a secondary ID test?

Yes, I did.

And what were your findings?

What were your findings?

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

I'd like to ask for
a ten-minute recess.

I'm fine with that.
Let's take ten.

Leo.

What the hell is
going on here?

I can defend
my own work.

Look, I tried to discuss the
inconsistencies with you, but
you didn't want to hear it.

Now I have to
answer to this.
You mean cover up my mistakes?

Listen, if that man has
to go back to jail

because of my bullheaded
pride, well, I just
couldn't live with myself.

What do you want to do?

I'm gonna make it right.

Someone's coming
to pick you up, right?

Yeah, my aunt.

I'm going to live with her.

Maybe next year she'll
let me go to Jesuit.

Good.

I know my mom
didn't want me to go,

but I'm going to
make her proud of me.

Oh, excuse me.

Congratulations, Jordan.
You were right.

For what?
Keeping an innocent girl
out of jail?

Heck of a system
you got there.

So it wasn't so bad,
was it, you and I
working together?

Go on, say something snide.
I can take it.

I don't even know
what I want to say.
I'm just tired right now.

Well, I hope
we get another chance
sometime soon.

Well, you're a prosecutor.
I don't see how we could
possibly avoid it.

So, I guess
I'll see you around then?

Yeah, I guess you will.

You know I've got
to let you go, Leo.

But being a
medical examiner's
all I have left.

Take that away,
I've got nothing.

Come on,
retirement won't be that bad.

Chronic open-angle glaucoma.

There isn't much hope
with that, even with
aggressive treatment.

I'm sorry.

So am I, Garret.
So am I.

Listen, how would you feel
about coming back from
time to time?

In what capacity?

Criminalist consultant.

What do you say?

Okay.

Okay.

Know what I'm going to do?
All those dinners
I missed with the kid,

I'm going to start
catching up now.

That sounds like a good idea.

Thanks.

Hi. Hi.

I'm worried about you, Lily.

Don't be.

I need a change,
that's all.

Can I borrow this?
Cheers.

Meaning what,
exactly?

I don't know. I've just
got to do something.

I just...

I feel like I'm...

I'm more than this.

Do you know what
I'm talking about?

You're talking to
a working-class Brit
from Brixton, sweetheart.

Of course I do.

Dr. Macy has moved on
with his life.

I need to move on with mine.

Look.

Sweetie?

Why don't I stick around for
a little bit, eh? Sounds like
you need to talk.

Yeah.
Yeah?

I'd like that.
Couple of beers.

And a Cosmo for
her, thanks.
Coming right up.

Hey. Thought you were
a whiskey man.

After today, I'd drink
just about anything.

Can I get a beer, please?

Rough initiation, huh?

Lot of cops are lucky enough
to go their whole careers
without doing it.

Thank you.
I wouldn't have minded
being that lucky.

Kind of puts the other
problems we had on this case
in perspective, doesn't it?

Look, man, I apologized
a hundred times. I mean,
what do you want me to do,

get down on my knees in front
of all these people?

Stop the mocking.

I really am sorry. I think
maybe I just over-identified
with Keisha.

Just a little bit.

I want to like you, Jordan.

I do, and...

And I don't just say that
because you're hot,

which you are, very.

But

you're complicated.

Well, that's
an understatement.

Anyway, I guess
I got to take a number.

What are you talking about?

Come on,

I saw the way that
D.A. guy was looking at you.

Oh, it...

Why, Woodrow,
are you jealous?

Yeah.

I better be going.

You know, Jordan,

I can be complicated, too.

Good night.

Good night, Woody.