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You know who I am,
don't you?

I got your message.

I found the fingerprint.

What do you want from me?

You left things
on my car.

You led me around by the nose,
now tell me what comes next.

You murdering
son of a bitch,

tell me what you
know about her.

Tell me!

I know who killed
your mother.

What?

What did you say?

I said,
what did you say?

Tell me,
you son of a bitch!

I know who killed
your mother.

Who? Who did it?

No.

First you help me,
then I tell you.

Help you what?

Get outta here.

(SCOFFING) What are
you talking about?
How can I do that?

I didn't kill
my wife and my kids.

I was framed.

I need you to prove it.

After you do,
I'll lead you to
your mother's killer.

Why am I supposed
to believe you?

I gave you the fingerprint
of a guy you've been
chasing for 22 years.

You couldn't have known
my mother when she was here.

How did you
find her hairclip?

(CHUCKLING) That was easy.

Oh, by the way,
I left you another present.

Look,

I'm a powerless person.

I got no money, no resources.

All I got is
what I know.

It's a business
proposition.

I got something to sell,

something you're
willing to buy.

(DOOR OPENING)

MAN: Is there
a problem here?

No.

I'm gonna have to
ask you to leave now.

(CAR BEEPS)

(SNIFFLING)

MAX ON TAPE: Hi, sweetheart.

Just thought you'd like to
have some of your favorites
to keep you company.

I miss you, baby.

Oh, and there's someone here
who wants to say something.

YOUNG JORDAN:
I miss you, Mommy.
Please come home soon.

(MUSIC PLAYING ON STEREO)

(EMILY SINGING
SOMEONE TO WATCH OVER ME)

* The one to watch

* Over me *

Not again.

My sentiments exactly.

Sorry, I was just
talking to myself.

It's perfectly normal,
like sleeping in your clothes.

Is there something
you want, Garret?

I asked you not to go
back to Summit View.

Actually, it sounded
more like an order.

You want to tell me
what's going on?

No.

You know, you make it
tough sometimes, Jordan,

not just to be your boss,
to be your friend.

Last time I checked,
you didn't have that many.

Would have thought pink
was more your color.

Uh, it's, uh...
It's not what it looks like.
I, uh... I broke a nail.

Yeah, don't worry about it.
Your secret's safe with me.

Anyway, I didn't come here
to discuss your proclivities.

I know that look.
What look is that?

The "let me see if I can slam
my head against this wall
without feeling it" look.

Haven't you been
in enough trouble lately?

Actually, I'm just
getting started.

(CHUCKLES)

(SIGHING) And I guess
you want to drag me
down with you.

I cannot tell
a lie, Woody.

I need a favor,
and no questions asked.

My favorite kind.

And I guess you expect me
to just roll over and do
what you say, is that it?

Even though
you know it's gonna be

my ass that's handed
back to me on a platter?

Is that what you expect?

Here we go.

Herman Redding.

The murders occurred
on July 9th, '91.

31-year-old Jane
Redding, his wife,

4-year-old son and
6-year-old daughter.

The bodies were
never found.

And the D.A. still
got a conviction?

No.

Looks like he stopped
talking before they could
formally charge him.

Clammed up right
after they found
the murder weapon.

How convenient.

Kitchen knife,
his fingerprints,
their blood.

Enough to have him
dead to rights.

Jordan, what's this
all about?

I can't tell you.

You can't
or you won't?

Both.

Look, uh, who was
the lead detective
on that case?

Harcourt.

Lou Harcourt?

You know him?

(CHUCKLING) Well, well.
Jordan Cavanaugh.

Heard you were
back in town.

Gee, word sure travels
fast around here.

Still good-looking.

And you're still fat.

Same old Cavanaugh wit.
Just like your old man.

Let's just leave my old man
out of this, all right?

Been a lot a years.

He's not still
sore, is he?

For helping to
get him fired?

Look, I got a few questions
for you about an old case.

Herman Redding.

What about it?

I'm looking for some answers.
There still seem to be
a lot of questions.

Well, it depends on
whether you buy
his version of the story.

And which version is that?

Two intruders break into
his house in the middle
of the night, stab him,

slaughter his wife and kids,
hide the bodies.

No motive,
no prints, except...

I mean, I spent 20 hours
grilling the creep
in interrogation.

He was as sane
as you or me.

But he never
confessed, did he?

He's no dummy. He ups
and vegges out the minute
we find the murder weapon.

The shrinks diagnosed
it as catatonic
dissociative state.

My ass.

The freak's been pulling
the wool over people's eyes
for the last 10 years.

It's fine with me.
Let him rot in there.

Listen, I want everything
you've got on this case.
Files, evidence, whatever.

Sorry. Files are confidential.

You're not gonna
give me anything, are you?

No, except
a word of advice.

Stay away from it.

I can't do it.

Sure, you can.

You do it.

What's the big deal?
Bug, you tell people how their
loved ones die every day.

Yeah, but this one
is different.

What if I
start to laugh?

Oh, come on,
it's not that funny.

(SCOFFS)

Okay, it's funny.

Okay, not you,
not me. Who?

There's really no way to
sugarcoat this, Mrs. Dunham.

Leon blew himself up.

I don't understand. How?

Apparently,
while you were at work,

Leon consumed
a large quantity of beer.

He loved his beer.

Yes, I guess he did.

It seems that he drank
two six-packs,

then attempted to shoot
a raccoon from your porch
with his rifle.

You're kidding?

Apparently, he managed
to force the raccoon

into a drainage pipe
at the edge of your property.

He then poured an
entire five-gallon can
of gasoline into the pipe,

lit a match
and dropped it in.

What a way to go.

That's not what
did it, actually.

See, the match went out
when it hit the liquid.

So?

So, he crawled in the pipe
and lit another one,

just to make sure.

We're pretty sure
that he was dead
before he hit the ground.

Man, she is good.

Didn't even
crack a smile.

Hey, I'm looking
for Lily Lebowski.

May I ask what
this is regarding?

I'm Andy, her brother.

I need to talk
to her right now.

Is there a problem?

Oh, yeah.
There's a problem,
all right.

I've been calling her
for two weeks now.
She hasn't called me back.

Is everything okay?

Our mom needs her
to come back home.

Well, I'm sure she could
take a few days off.

No. For good.

(PHONE RINGING)

Cavanaugh.

Dad. Uh, no,
I'm just, uh,
doing some work.

Tonight?

No, I'm not trying to
avoid you. It's all right.

Dad, stop apologizing.

I've gotta get back
to work. I'll see you.

Just had an unfortunate
conversation with Kirk Snyder
from the D.A.'s Office.

They got a call from
a Detective Harcourt

about a 10-year-old case
you're digging around in.

Wow. Took him almost as long
as it did to rat out my dad.

He gave me a lecture about
controlling my people.

You can't imagine
how much I enjoyed that.

What's going on, Jordan?

Just sitting at my desk
doing my work.

The hell you are.
This is about your
mother's case.

I don't know how yet,
but I know it is.

It's why you went back
to Summit View,
isn't that right?

It's none of your business.

Look at you.

You're not eating,
you're not sleeping.

Last time I saw
you like this...

Was when I was fired.

It's starting all
over again, isn't it?

Isn't it?

(POP MUSIC PLAYING)

(EMILY SINGING)

* I hope that he

* Turns out to be

(SHOWER RUNNING)
* Someone who'll watch

* Over me

* I'm a little lamb *

I've hit a dead end.

I need you to tell me
your side of the story.

It was 2:26
in the morning.

I know, 'cause I saw the clock
when I woke up on the couch.

I'd fallen asleep
watching Johnny Carson.

That's when I heard
the scream.

I grabbed the first thing
I could find, and I started
toward the bedroom.

Then he was on me.

I felt the knife
go in my side.

He hit me from behind,
and everything went dark.

When I woke up, my wife
and my kids were gone.

And you wonder why people
didn't believe you.

Yeah, well, it really
doesn't matter what
you believe, does it?

What matters is that you
find out who framed me.

Tell me where I go from here.

The knife.

It's all about the knife.

A little hungry?

Research.
They're tax deductible.

Here.
Research for what?

I'm going into
the pizza business.

Pizza business?

Aw, clams?

Must be a Boston thing.

I wasn't avoiding you, Andy.

Oh, really? Then what
do you call it then?

Mom says you haven't
talked to her in
like a month.

I won't go back to
Punxsutawney. I can't.

And I'm not taking care
of Mom and that stupid
store anymore. It's not fair.

You got your dream.
You got all...this.

I work in
a morgue, Andrew!

Yeah, well, it's a hell of
a lot better than selling
luggage your whole life.

Mom is driving me crazy.

She still thinks we can
compete with those guys
in the mall. We're dying.

And now it's
my turn to get out.

What are you saying?

Every day I watch people
walk out of the store
with bags I sold them,

going places I'll
never go, doing things
that I will never do.

I'm really good
at making pizzas, Lily.

I got a book on it
and everything.

Pizza. It's my future.

I'm heading to New York
to strike it rich.

Wait a minute, Andy.
You left Mom?

Yup.

Stuffed everything I could
into a dual-sided,
deluxe mobile

with a retractable handle
and hopped on a bus.

But she can't be alone.
You know how she is.

Exactly.

Bus ticket.
Now you got no excuse.

I got your page.
So where's the fire?

I need the knife.

What?

From the Redding murders.

Why are you asking me?
I don't have it.

Yeah, I know.
It's in the evidence storage.

I need you to
sign it out for me.

Are you kidding?
Jordan, this is not a game.

And if you know
what's good for you,

you'll drop this whole
stupid thing right now.

So, you're not
even gonna help me.

No, I am not
gonna help you.

Harcourt almost
tore me a new one

when he found that
I helped you get that file.

I help you,
I get in trouble.

Well, too bad,
'cause right now it's
the only kind of help I need.

M.E.'s office,
buzz me in?

Sure, soon as
I see your 6-80.

6-80?

Permission to enter
the evidence warehouse
and access its contents.

You need a form
6-80 signed by
the D.A.'s office.

Detective Harcourt
didn't call you?

I've been here all day.
No calls.

Lou Harcourt?
14th floor?

Oh, come on, man.
Just buzz me in.

(SARCASTICALLY) No 6-80,
no buzz, man.

How long ago
did she leave?

Ten minutes.
Buzz me in.

(DOOR BUZZING)

Son of a...

Take off your coat,
you're staying.

Anyone ever tell you
you're a killjoy?

All the time.

Rumor mill's working
overtime around here.

Just what kind of
trouble are you in?

I'm not sure yet.

Just like
old times, eh?

Not that you should
be nostalgic for
any of that.

This isn't like that.

Good.

'Cause I'd miss you
around here.

I'm all right.

Yeah?
Really.

I just need someone
to help me who's got
a "can do" attitude.

Well, I'm your guy.

What you got?

Let me guess,
kitchen accident.
Chopping carrots, perhaps?

Murder weapon.

I need to know what
prints are on it...
Yeah.

...whose blood that is,
how old it is,
where it came from.

Sounds like several
hours worth of work.

Yes, it does.

And don't tell Macy.

Lily, here's the autopsy
schedule for tomorrow.

Oh, thank you.

So Nigel told me you
handled the notification
on Leon Dunham.

Mmm.
It must have been tough
to keep a straight face.

No. I take that kind of
thing very seriously.

I haven't been studying
for two years for nothing.

Studying?

Um, counseling.

I've been taking a
correspondence course

in clinical psychology
for two years now.

You're kidding.

I had no idea you
were so overqualified.

Yeah, well, maybe I'm not too
overqualified to sell luggage.
What do you think?

I'm sorry?

Never mind. I'm gonna
go post this. Excuse me.

Yeah, I know,
I'm a lousy shot,

but I make up for it
by being short.

I don't need shrinking,
Howard. I'm fine.

I don't think you are.

Oh, and how do
you know that?

First of all,
you look like hell.

Second of all, when was
the last time you slept?

This is none
of your business.

Well, it is, actually.
You see, you're
my assignment now.

Tell you what, whatever
they're paying you,

I will double it
if you leave right now.

Well, not that I couldn't
use the extra cash,

but, uh, I don't think
we'd get away with it.

What's that?

It's a prescription
so you can sleep.

I don't need sleep.

They're back,
aren't they?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

The dreams,
they've come back.

Still climbing that
staircase, aren't you?

I can handle
the dreams, okay?

Don't worry about it.

(SCOFFS)

I think we both remember
what happened the
last time you said that.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

JORDAN: What am I
looking at?

NIGEL: The blood
from your knife,

100 times magnification
and brought to you in living
color by the Axio Imaging 2.

It's one of my new toys.

How many
different blood types?

Three. And if I could get some
DNA samples from the victims,
I might be able to match them.

The victims were
never found.

Oh. That should make that
rather difficult then.

Look, I don't know what
to tell you, Jordan.

Uh, I've run every
test I can on this knife.

What about EDTA?

Except for that one.

Blood preservatives, eh?

You're thinking
frame job, aren't you?

Maybe.

Well, if any preservatives
are present, this dye
will bond to it.

There it is.

My guess is this blood
is from a vial labeled
as "evidence."

And that was before
it ended up on the knife.

Gee, I wonder how
that happened?

You're leaving,
aren't you?

How do you...
I met your brother.

Oh.

Maybe this is for the best.

I mean, things were
starting to get weird
around here anyway.

And there's nothing
anyone can do to
change your mind?

No.

I don't think so.

So, uh, what are
you gonna do?

Go home, see if I can
sell what's left of
the family business.

Take care of
a few things.

Try to find another job.

I see.

I was hoping I could
get you to write me
a letter of recommendation.

Yeah, of course.

I'd be honored.

Have you, um,
told Dr. Macy yet?

No.

I was just writing him
a little letter.

I've got a autopsy
I've got to get to.

I'm gonna miss you, Lily.

You know how many laws
you've broken in
the last 24 hours?

Herman Redding was
framed for the murders
of his wife and kids.

Get outta here.
What are you talking about?

You know exactly
what I'm talking about.

The blood on this knife
had already been processed
through the lab.

We know Redding's
talking again.

We know you've been there.
He's playing you.

That doesn't
change the facts.

You framed him.

You probably
planted the knife,
too, didn't you?

No.

Then who did?

You don't want to know.

Who was it?

You're on the wrong side
of this one, sweetheart.

Tell me!

Ask your father.

(HEAVY RAIN FALLING)

(DOOR CLOSING)

What are you doing here?

Herman Redding.

Yeah, remember him?

The guy you framed
for murder.

Or were there just
so many of them that
you lost track?

What is this, Jordan?

He's the one who gave me
the fingerprint.

Now, I don't know if
one thing has anything to do
with the other, but, uh,

I'm starting to get
pretty damn suspicious.

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

You planted the knife
two days after the crime.

The blood evidence
was faked.

This is way
more complicated
than you know.

Stop lying to me!
You framed him!

The man was a monster!

Slaughtered his
wife and kids.

He was about to walk.
We did what we had to do.

Aw, don't go getting
self-righteous on me.

Sometimes cops
have got to be
a little creative.

You know that.

I'm going to
the D.A. with this.

No, you're not, Jordan.
You weren't born yesterday.

No, I'm telling them
everything I know.

You know what kind of trouble
I'm in if you do that?

You should have
thought of that before
you broke the law!

I don't believe anything
you say to me anymore.

For all I know,
everything has been a lie!

What the hell are you
talking about?

You lied to me
about my mother!

About her being
in an institution.

And someone was
trying to kill her.

For all I know,
it could have been you.

All right, now you're
talking crazy!

Oh, yeah.
I lived with that
woman 15 years,

the depression,
the anger.

I protected you from it,
'cause I thought it was
the right thing to do.

She was a sick woman,
Jordan.

And I protected her from
a lot more than herself.

You want the truth?
I'll give you the truth.

Your mother was a crazy,
paranoid, delu...

(DOOR SLAMS)

Jordan.

I think I'm losing my mind.

You're not becoming
your mother, Jordan.

That's just not
how it works.

Mental illness
runs in families.

My mom was exactly my age
when she started to lose it.

I mean, what if
I'm like some kinda
ticking time bomb,

genetically predetermined
to go off?

You know, there's
a clinical term called
"complicated bereavement."

To cope with
the pain of a loss,

the attempt is made to
resurrect the person
you've lost

by becoming them.

Sounds like I'm nuts.

Well, I wouldn't quarrel
with you there.

I hit my dad,
for God's sake.

Well, that was
a reaction to the moment.

You'll apologize to him.
It'll be fine.

I don't know what
to believe anymore.

I think I'm starting
to see things.

Well, how long is it
since you've slept?

Couple days.

Because of the dreams?

Yeah.

They're not gonna go away
unless you deal with them.

They always do.

Eventually.

That door at the
top of the stairs,

it's been closed
for 22 years.

I think it's time
you found out
what's behind it.

Just start at the beginning,
the first image you remember.

Every dream's
a little different,

but it's always
in the house.

Always at night.

It's quiet,

except for the singing.

It's my mother's voice.

She used to sing it to me
a lot when I was little.

* Someone to watch over me *

I see my dad.

He's standing in
the kitchen doorway.

There's something
in his hands.

He's staring down at it.

STILES: What is it?

I don't know.
It's always different.

Look closer.

JORDAN: It's a gun.

STILES: What's he
doing with it?

He's taking out
the bullets,

he doesn't want
them in the gun.

Why?

I don't know.

Yes, you do.

To protect me.

Good.

So, what happens next?

I'm drawn to the voice.

(EMILY SINGING)

I want it to comfort me.
I need to be closer to it.

It's coming
from the bathroom.

She's in there.

I'm at the top of the stairs.
I don't usually get this far.

STILES: What do you see?

What is it?

JORDAN: Water.

EMILY: * I'm a little lamb

* Who's lost in the wood *

(SCREAMING)

Jordan,

what did you see?

What was it?

I gotta go.

Jordan.

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

Oh, Doctor Cavanaugh,
you got a bunch of
messages from Dr. Stiles.

He sounded
really concerned.

And, uh, you're
wanted in the
conference room.

Let me guess.
I'm in trouble.

Did someone's hamster die?

You remember Mr. Snyder
from the D.A.'s office.

He was just filling me in
on your discovery in the
Redding case.

Good.

Saved me having to call him.

I have to admit,
the D.A. is slightly confused
by this series of events.

It's a sensitive case,
you understand.

Nothing sensitive about it.

The man was framed.
Drop the charges
and release him.

He was never tried
on the charges.

So?

The fabrication of evidence
constitutes a denial
of due process.

We'll never be able to
try him again for the murders.

Bill of Rights
can be a bitch.

He's guilty.

Maybe.

Maybe not.

Jordan, if you go through
with this, your father
will be charged

with felony
obstruction of justice.

Are you willing
to let that happen?

Your reputation leaves
a lot to be desired,
Dr. Cavanaugh.

There's a shock.

We're not above dragging
your past into the
courtroom if need be.

I'm sure the jury would be
very interested in the
psychiatric evaluation

from your last tenure
here in Boston.

MACY: Wait, wait, wait,
just hold it a minute.

That's a
confidential file.
There's no reason to...

It's called a subpoena.

No one's gonna
subpoena anything.

She stole police property.

I will not let her screw up
a case that we have waited
10 years to prosecute.

I'll have her
fired for this.

As long as I'm still her boss,
I'll be the one who decides
who gets fired around here.

Is that clear?

Release Herman Redding
immediately

or I go to the press
with everything I know.

You forgetting something?

Your end of the bargain.

There's a cabin in Vermont,
six miles outside of
Prospect Rock,

on Route 18
at the end of Mill Road
where the dirt stops.

If you leave now,
you'll get there by dark.

What am I looking for?

After you go through
the front door,
walk five paces,

look down,
you'll find it there.

Bug.

What do you want?

Did you know
Lily resigned?

Yeah.

Why didn't you tell me?

It's not really
my job, is it?

But I hope you're happy.

What's that
supposed to mean?

Where's she going?

Back home to Pennsylvania,
taking a bus in half an hour.

Lily, you didn't
say goodbye.

Oh, I didn't know how to.

I'm sorry, Garret.

I just didn't want
to wake up one day
with regrets.

If I leave now,
maybe I won't have any.

Listen, I can't
let you resign.

I mean, for certain
political reasons,

it just doesn't look good.
You know, it reflects poorly
on me, you understand?

No, I don't, but...

So, I'm firing you.

Oh, I see.

And offering you
a position with
full benefits.

Comes out to about
a 100% raise in pay.

What?

Listen, we need
somebody at the morgue

with a kind face
to deal with
people in grief.

Sort of a social worker
to see them through
a tough time.

And I can't think of anybody
better for that than you.

I want you to stay, Lily.

Is this about the job
or about us?

I'm not sure, maybe both.

(BUS STARTING)

The bus is leaving.
I have to go home
and see my mom.

Will you think
about the offer?

I don't know.

Okay.

So, if you're not interested,
just get on the bus and don't
look back. I'll understand.

Goodbye, Garret.

Goodbye, Lily.

(RATTLING)

(DOOR CREAKING)

(SCREAMS)
Whoa! It's me, it's me,
it's me, it's me!

How'd you get here?

I followed you.

If you'd just told me what you
were doing in the first place.
What are you doing out here?

Looking for answers.

Answers to what?

My mother's murder.

Okay, stop, stop.

It's his wife and kids.

He used me.

Okay, you were
never here, Jordan.

Okay, you understand me?

You were never here
and you never saw any of this.

Okay? I'm gonna
take care of this, Jordan.

I was just going through
your psychiatric evaluation
from when I fired you,

looking for some answers.

They're not in there.

Maybe the D.A.'s office
will have better luck.

I've known you for
eight years now, and I
still don't understand you.

But you're the
single most gifted M.E.
I've ever worked with.

You care more,
you give more, I think you
actually enjoy it more.

That's why it pains me
to have to do this.

I'm suspending you
for a month.

Suspending me?

Yeah, go home, go away,
whatever. Just get your
priorities straight.

We'll deal with
the D.A.'s office
when you get back.

That's not gonna work for me.

I'm not giving you a choice.

You're not suspending me,

'cause I quit.

No. No, that's not fair.

We've been through
too much for you to
pull this on me, Jordan.

(SIGHS)

I'd do anything to
help you, you know that.

Don't beat yourself up,
Garret.

I'm not worth it.

See, that's the difference
between you and me.

'Cause I always
thought you were.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Going someplace?

You're going after him,
aren't you?

He knows who
killed my mother.

You're never
gonna find him.

We'll see.

He played you, Jordan.
Think about this.

Those two murders out at
the mental hospital,

my guess is he was
responsible for those, too.

And if he's smart,
he is long gone by now,
probably out of the country.

Then it's gonna be
a long trip. Now,
if you'll excuse me.

Hey, Jordan. I thought
we were friends.

I thought we were
getting to know each other.

There's some things
you can't ever know.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Just talk to me about it.

Please.

I can't.

I'll help you find him.

What?

I'll go with you.
We'll do this together.

That's crazy.

You don't have to ask
for my help, Jordan.

I'll give it to you.

I can be your friend.

I was only 10.

What?

It's not fair.