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[woman] Previously on Crossing Jordan...

I'm William Ivers,

Attorney General's office.

Assigned as special prosecutor, that's me,

to investigate

alleged improprieties in the Medical Examiner's office.

That's here.

This guy is no joke, Garret.

What is he looking for?

I don't trust him.

I just need to talk to you about, uh...

Jordan Cavanaugh.

There is no evidence

of any corruption, or malfeasance.

But what I did find

was serious mismanaging of finances.

So starting today,

you will implement cost-effective forensics.

Bodies in, bodies out.

The way this place is run,

it's just a matter of time before you screw up so badly,

that you put the D.A.'s office at risk.

The killer left blood at the scene.

From this sample,

were you able to construct a DNA profile

of the man who stabbed Lisa Hagen to death?

Yes.

It rained the night of the murder.

Water contamination damaged six alleles

in the sample, but seven were left intact.

It's enough.

Did your profile match the defendant,

A.J. Crawford?

[Garret] Yes, it did.

[Walcott] Could the DNA,

found on the victim,

have been left by anybody other than Mr. Crawford?

The likelihood of two people

sharing the same seven traits

is about one in 100,000.

So in other words,

the odds of this man's innocence

based solely

on DNA evidence

are 100,000

to one.

That's right.

Thank you.

No further questions.

[Judge Hanna] Mr. Levine. Cross.

[Levine] Other than the, uh, contaminated blood,

did you find any forensic evidence

linking A.J. Crawford

to the horrendous crime

against this...

this beautiful young woman?

No.

Bodily fluids?No.

Hairs?No.

Fibers?No.

So your expert opinion is based solely

on a DNA match, provided by a heavily damaged

blood sample?

Seven undamaged alleles clearly--

No, no. We heard your odds.

It was 100,000 to one, was that right?

Yes.

[Levine] Help me with my math,

Dr. Macy.

Almost six million people in the metro area.

So that would be...

around 60 people

in the Boston area, alone

who could have raped and killed

the victim.

Is that right?

Those sixty people weren't with the victim

near the time of her death.

How do you know that?

Didn't you just say

their DNA would match your sample?

Now, since you're testifying

as a forensic expert,

and the forensic evidence

in this case,

is worthless...

I really can't think of any more questions for you.

[reporter on TV] After seven days of jury deliberations,

during which time shouting could frequently be heard

behind the closed doors of the jury deliberation room,

Did I miss it?

We are moments away now

from a verdict in the A. J. Crawford case.

Guilty.

[reporter] During the last four years,

the heir to the Asquith fortune,

had been accused of drugging and raping

three young women.

The D.A. had declined to file charges in those--

We take you now

to the courtroom cameras.

[Judge] Mr. Foreman,

would you please read the verdict?

As to count one of the indictment,

aggravated rape,

we find the defendant not guilty.

Oh, I feel so bad for Lisa Hagen's father.

As to count two,

murder in the first degree,

We find the defendant

not guilty.

[woman] This is unbelievable.

Something's got to be done about the jury system.

[Judge] Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,

thank you for your time... I hope Garret's okay.

...and for taking your civic duty as jurors, seriously.

On behalf of the...

You slimy bastard.

You know you killed my little girl.

Admit it!

Say it!

Even if I did, there's not a damn thing

you can do about it now.

You're a dead man.

Dead man!

Yes.

[Levine] Levine 12, Macy nothing.

You lose again.

[knocking on door]

I'm busy.

No, you're not.

I don't want to discuss it.

You know, A.J. Crawford killed Lisa Hagen.

He drugged her...

he raped her and he slit her throat.

That son--

That son of a bitch, Shelly Levine,

convinced a jury of morons...

...that he wasn't guilty.

[phone rings]

Macy.

[ominous music]

What?

♪

A.J. must have had one hell of a victory party.

Standing here, at valet waiting for his car,

and, bam, bam, bam.

Where did the shots come from?

Couple of witnesses saw an SUV speed through,

so it was probably a drive-by.

Of course, nobody caught the plates.

EMT response was four and a half minutes,

but the three of them were already dead.

Three?

I only see two.

[Woody] Nobody told you?

This is one of Shelly's assistants.

[Woody] Missy Brandt, 28 years old.

Dr. Macy...

Careful what you wish for.

Shelly Levine.

He's dead?

[Levine thinking] Why does everybody keep saying that?

I'm not dead.

[suspenseful rock music]

♪

[Levine thinking] Oh, God. Please, anybody.

Oh, for God sakes, I'm in here.

I'm alive.

[Nigel] Move, move, move.

I want to see for myself. Move, move.

I want to see.

Shel, don't panic.

You've gotta figure this out.

Wow, it's true.

I need a doctor, not you two ghouls.

Stake through the heart.

Make sure the job is finished.

Yeah, he was quite the vampire, wasn't he?

Nah, they only suck blood at night.

But we should check his reflection.

Hey.

You should show some respect.

Sorry.

We're just blowing off steam.

If none of you cares that he's dead, that's fine.

But if you're not giving your all

to find his killer, you can leave right now.

Oh, come on, Garret.

You've been looking at me for two or three minutes.

Can't you see something, anything,

that tells you I'm alive?

Garret, Garret,

I'm going to blink, look at me.

Oh, my God, why is this happening?

Karma.

Number one killer of lawyers.

Where are the other bodies?

Trace, with Bug and Nigel.

Mm-hmm.

Shouldn't you be helping them?

Come on, Shel. Blink, dammit.

Close your eyes.

[breathing heavily] Come on, Shel, move your hand.

Why is this happening?

The jury's got to see through

what Levine's trying to pull.

Distorting evidence is what he does.

You know that better than anyone.

Doesn't he, though?

Back when I was an ADA, I hated defense attorneys

making my experts look like morons.

Now that I'm on the other side,

it's fun.

Thanks for the help in there today, Garret.

Nothing I like better

than to twist the knife in your back.

I guess you get to take the knife to him this time.

I hear Ivers

is taking away all your shiny toys.

Mm.

Every autopsy, every test,

every hour spent,

every paper clip has to be justified.

Well, what do you expect?

You let your staff run around,

doing whatever they want, you spend a fortune.

And you get the results you need to do your job.

One screw-up here, and defense attorneys

will be challenging every conviction

we've ever gotten since you've been in charge.

I don't have to tell you how that would go down.

Are you the one who sicced Ivers on me?

I had nothing to do with that.

You have nobody to blame, but yourself.

It's funny.

Those are the exact words he used.

Don't be paranoid.

Where's A.J. Crawford and Missy Brandt?

In Trace.

Oh, trace won't help.

They were shot from a distance.

Concentrate on ballistics.

Can't get a match without the weapon.

You got one?

Not yet, but we will.

Lisa Hagens' father owns a .22.

You want my gun? Get a warrant.

Working on that.

You'd save everyone a lot of time

if you'd just tell me what happened.

A.J. Crawford killed my daughter, that's what happened.

And you threatened to kill him,

and now he's dead.

Good.

You're not giving me a lot to work with here.

You people investigated my daughter's murder,

and made hash of it all the way down the line.

Hash.

You, the morgue people, the D.A...

Sit down, Mr. Hagen.

I begged all of you to get it right.

To make sure this psycho son of a bitch didn't walk.

Listen, if a piece of trash like A.J. Crawford

killed my daughter, I'd probably go after him too.

But why don't you tell me what happened,

and we'll see what I can do to help.

I've seen how you people help.

Are you arresting me?

Not yet.

Oh, great, somebody.

Oh, wonderful.

Fric and Frac.

Hey, you there.

You, with the teeth.

I am alive.

I hope he's some place where he can feel

what all the victims

of all his scummy clients felt.

Okay, no lectures now, you moron.

Just take my pulse.

I feel bad for this girl.

[Nigel] I know, if he'd just shot

A.J. and Shelly, he would've got a medal.

For A.J., he should have got the money prize.

But still, I hated Shelly Levine more.

These two are useless.

You know, he made me lose it on the witness stand.

Tricked me into testifying

that my own work was incompetent.

Oh, that's child's play.

He tried to get me deported. Remember?

Yeah.

Are you insane?Why?

Because I think Britney Spears

is going to be a huge star?

No, because you tell people you like her.

She has that certain je ne sais quoi.

Yeah, it's called a miniskirt.

Can I, uh, help you?

Yeah.

I'm looking for Nigel Townsend

and Dr. Mahesh Vijay or something or other,

there's a lot of letters in that--

Yeah, what do you want?

Injunction.

Stop all work on the Aubuchon case.

Hairs taken from my client's mouth

were obtained illegally.

He didn't consent.

Bollocks.

They were taken off the ear of the victim.

Which was in my client's mouth.

[Bug] I don't believe this.

You actually got a judge to buy that?

Yes, I did, my foreign friend.

Speaking of which,

I checked your visa status,

both of you, you're okay, Dr. Vijay.

You, unfortunately, didn't change

from H1 to O1 status, so technically,

you're illegal.

I had to notify the INS.

They'll be dropping by later.

You bloody son of a bitch.

Okay.

Have a nice day, gentlemen.

Sh sh sh sh.

And now he's dead.

No, actually I'm not, you professionals.

Unless this is what death is.

Consciousness connected to,

uh, to nothing.

I can't look at him anymore.

Even dead he looks smug.

Let's put him in a drawer.

Drawer?

Like in a crypt? No.

Oh, no. We don't want to do this.

No.

We definitely don't want to do this.

One, two...

[door closing]

Hello?

Hello!

Hey.

Uh, A.J. Crawford's mother

is coming in from Greenwich.

Uh, Missy Brandt's parents

want her body shipped back to California,

and I've had no luck

finding any next of kin for Shelly Levine.

Maybe one of his ex-wives' knows who to contact.

Well, I couldn't reach either one of them.

[Garret] There are five of them.

Two before he moved to Boston,

one he married in St. Barts, I think.

How do you know that?

Listen, I'm busy, Lily.

Just, just--

Just find them and call them.

Yes, sir.

Uh, and Jordan said to tell you

she started pulling slugs out of the bodies.

And?

Should she send them to BPD?

Has Ivers taken away our ballistics testing equipment?

Yes.

Then the question answers itself, doesn't it?

Hey, Garret said the slugs should go to the BPD.

Okay.

Any idea why he's in such a bad mood?

Oh, with Garret good mood, bad mood,

it all looks the same.

No, he's upset.

He couldn't have cared about Shelly Levine,

could he?

Maybe he wanted to beat him in court

just once before either of them died.

Hm, maybe.

[Woody] Nigel.

From a photographer

who was there

when the bullets started flying.

Okay. Two ticks.

We haven't gotten Hagen's gun yet.

We're searching his house and car.

Easiest warrant I ever got.

The gun won't help.

This slug is useless for matching.

What's that gash?

Not agash.

The slug hit a rib,

then lodged in the vertebrae.

No testable striations. Too damaged.

What about the other bullets?

Fragments.

Most of them went straight through,

and shattered on impact, against the building.

A few splintered inside the bodies.

This is the only intact slug.

God's handiwork.

She's trying to shield Donald Hagen by destroying evidence.

Yeah, I got to tell you my heart's not in this one.

Except for Missy Brandt.

[typing on the keyboard]

Ready over here.

Okay, starts here,

with Missy Brandt taking the first hit.

After that,

it all goes to hell.

The photographer diving for cover.

Kept on clicking. A pro.

[Woody] Wait, go back.

That SUV there.

Can you enlarge it? See who's driving?

[beep]

Donald Hagen. We got our man.

The shooting's happening now,

and both his hands on the steering wheel.

So he didn't do it.

Wait.

That point of light,

right there,

across the street from the restaurant.

A muzzle flash from that window.

[beep]

Things just got a whole lot harder.

Yeah.

You know how many enemies

A.J. Crawford made in his short, evil life?

So who other than Hagen wanted A.J. dead?

Lisa Hagen was not the first girl

he drugged and raped,

and I'm sure the others had fathers too.

Prints on the door handle are smudged.

I'm pretty sure this is our location.

We got casings all over the place.

We are looking at an amateur killer here.

[Nigel] Clear view of the target.

The building's empty at night,

so it's an easy escape.

I count ten casings.

You see something?

Maybe.

It's blood, and skin.

From the shooter's elbows,

when the rifle recoiled.

It's our killer's DNA.

[Jordan] These are the bullet fragments from A.J. Crawford.

We micro-scan each one,

build a computer-simulated probability matrix

to fill in the gaps,

and we will have a magical slug.

You sound like Nigel.

No, no.

He would have said, voilá.

All right, put it together and send it over to BPD.

We don't need BPD in on this.

It'll match something on the database,

or it won't.

Where's Shelly?

Ah...

Crypt, in the drawer.

We kind of got tired of looking at him.

Look, you know I want justice

for everyone who comes in here,

but this time I can't help but feeling that...

this is justice.

Got the shooter's DNA.

Crime lab said they'd get right on it.

Of course, I'd rather do it myself.

Well, I've got something else for you to do.

We're reconstructing a shattered slug, huh?

Brilliant.

So I'm gonna micro-scan each fragment--

Don't need to know.

I'll be in the lab.

[Bug] Jordan,

Dr. Macy says that one of us

should autopsy Shelly Levine.

But I thought he was going to do it.

Yeah, so did I.

Oh, no, no.

Not this. This, no.

This is not good.

Oh, God. They're going to cut me.

Am I going to feel it?

Of course I'm going to feel it.

I feel it when they put their hands on me.

Why did he hate us so much?

I mean, it wasn't just business with him.

Yeah, he reveled in it.

The reason why she looks awake

is because her eyelids had been eaten

by fish.

You were the last person to see her, Chad.

When we dissected her throat,

we found a colony of leeches

using her tissue as a breeding ground.

I took her to the party--

But left before she did and went home alone.

Not another word.

The Buckleys

have hired me. Inquisition is over.

You have singled him out, because of his family,

and now you are trying to coerce

a bogus confession.

I have filed a brutality complaint against you.

We never laid a hand on him.

He says otherwise.

He hasn't said anything to you.

This is beneath even you, Shelly.

Well, whatever so-called evidence

you might think you have,

I'll shred you on the stand, as always.

You might want to mention the tax return now.

Oh, right.

Tax return.

I got a hold of your tax return.

Seems you failed to declare $2,500

you won in a football pool.

I had to notify the IRS.

Wait...

What are you doing with that?

Ouch!

Woody!

What the hell are you doing?

Just making sure that the son of a bitch

is really dead.

You're abusing a corpse, while everybody else

is whining about doing their job.

Hey!

Get him prepped.

I'll autopsy him myself.

Fine by me.

Oh, Garret, don't do this, man.

Oh, shoot.

So this really is death.

You hear, you see, you feel,

but you're not there to the living.

Garret...What?

A.J. Crawford's mother is on her way in.

I thought you might want to join us.

Why don't you give her one of your pamphlets?

"Your first-born was scum, get over it."

What is wrong with you?

Nothing.Don't give me that.

You've been acting like a--

You, uh, need to come see this.

A.J.'s bruises started to appear while I was stitching.

Just coming up now?

Must have happened right before he died.

And we found traces of leather on Shelly's hands.

Same color as the jacket that A.J. was wearing.

So Shelly grabbed A.J... hard.

A.J. takes two hits.

And then the dead weight

got to be too much for Shelly.

So, A.J. drops, leaving Shelly exposed.

All three were standing right there

when the shooting began.

Ten shots were fired.

We've got paparazzi photos, crime scene photos,

blood and skin evidence from where the sniper was.

Bottom-line it for me.

Missy went down first, A.J. second,

and Shelly third.

And you know this how?

Because the traces of blood and tissue

increase from left to right,

indicating the shooter

was moving in that direction.

Which means, one, two,

and then three.

[Woody] Hey, guys.

I got coffee, what've you got?

We have two things.

Shelly grabbed A.J. and used him as a shield.

Yeah, protecting the interests of his client to the end.

[Macy] After the sniper shot A.J.,

he kept shooting, but after he took Shelly out,

he stopped.

Oh, all right, whoa whoa whoa,

let me just get this straight.

A.J. was not the target?

No. Shelly was.

Who would want to kill me?

[Woody] It's what it looks like.

So Shelly was the target.

Not A.J.

And how do you know this?

Bullet trajectories,

body placement analysis.

That's as far as you go, gentlemen.

Judith, I'm so sorry about Shelly.

Yeah, it's a great loss.

What do you want?

Look at some files.

You know better than that.

[Macy] This isn't a fishing expedition.

We're looking for threats.

Against A.J. Crawford?

Against Shelly.

[Woody] He was the target.

Someone wanted him dead.

You inherit his half of the business?

Looking for motive?

Look in the mirror.

[Woody] Okay.

Law partner not interested

in helping identify killer.

Show them the threat files, Dixie.

Nothing else.Gentlemen.

[beeping]

Wow.

The Shelly Levine museum of me.

Yes.

Shelly liked to keep trophies

from all the cases everyone said

we couldn't win.

Shouldn't you recuse yourself

for something, Dr. Macy?

Shelly hated you.

Shelly hated everyone who went up against him.

No, no. That was competition.

You, he really hated.

Of course, then I guess the feeling was mutual.

I always wondered what happened

between the two of you.

Mrs. Gilman mentioned something

about a file of threats.

Which one is the threat file?

All of them.

All right. William Hicks.

Easier to make a list of people

who didn't want him dead.

Yeah, is there any way we can narrow this down?

I might be able to lighten your load there, chaps.

The DNA is female.

Our shooter is a woman.

[Woody] Well, then...

Hello, Judith Gilman. Shelly's law partner.

She is the beneficiary of his life insurance,

his business insurance, and she gets his clients.

No assumptions Woody. Start erasing.

We have Ms. Walcott on here?

Why not?

Her motive is as good as anyone else's.

Yeah, with that temper of hers,

she's certainly capable.

Do you remember that one time Walcott shot that guy?

What?

She's behind me, isn't she?

Hi.

This killer was sloppy.

Not a trait I admire.

I wasn't meaning to imply--

There's no good end to that sentence.

You ever hear of a Cerbera Odollam?

He pitched for the Dodgers?

It's a plant. Grows in South East Asia.

The, uh, suicide tree.

[Walcott] Yes, you can make a powder from the seeds.

You mix that with a single malt scotch, neat.

You remember how fond Shelly was

of his single malt scotch after trial?

So the scotch masks the taste of the powder, right?

Yes.

Death looks like a heart attack.

I believe they don't test

for that kind of poison here, in the States, do they?

No.

So you see, all you need

is a little forethought to avoid sloppiness.

Yes, well, you've obviously given it

a lot more thought than I have.

You land on anyone besides me?

[Levine] Oh, God.

That sounds painful.

Whatever you're doing to him,

don't do that to me, please.

I'm begging you. I don't deserve this.

[door opens]

[Macy] Nigel got DNA results back from CSU.

The shooter was a woman.

Makes sense.

He had plenty of ex-wives,

all of whom loved him devotedly, I'm sure.

Are you done with A.J.?

Almost.

Get started on Shelly.

[sighs]

Great.

Look, Jordan.

I know we've had our differences,

but please, don't punish me for the past.

Revenge isn't what it's cracked up to be.

Believe me.

Can't we let

bygones be bygones?

Gotta watch out for those keys.

Is it true that you're going to say

my client bludgeoned his parents, Dr. Cavanaugh?

Well, I--

You've got my autopsy report,

you know what I'm going to say.

I pay a premium for experts

who know what they're doing.

Do you?

Look, we've still got some time.

I'll stall my last witness,

take you to dinner, see what we can negotiate.

Have you been to Sorrento?

The city or the restaurant?

The city.

It's Friday. I have my own plane.

Private place on the Amalfi Coast.

Well, I think I'll pass.

How much do they pay you, Cavanaugh?

Excuse me?

I can make your life easier in so many ways.

You really should start to watch out for yourself.

Clearly, didn't miss much.

Okay, I deserve that.

I deserve more than that.

I was a pig. Worse than a pig sometimes.

It was my job, Jordan.

Maybe I was a hypocrite, but I was taught

that every client deserved

the most zealous defense possible.

Jordan please!

I get it now ok! I'm competitive

What are you doing?

Don't cover my face. Look at me.

Please, Jordan.

Oh, Garret. Garret.

Hey, with Ivers' new rules,

can we really justify a full autopsy on Shelly?

I mean, cause of death is pretty obvious,

and I'm about to hit overtime.

I'm just looking out for the bottom line.

The slug reconstruction? We're missing a piece.

My missing fragment is in Shelly's body.

Must have pierced his arm,

when he was using A.J. as a shield.

Looks like someone's

going to have to cut into Shelly after all.

Good luck with that.

Garret?

Garret, please.

You remember it wasn't always like this.

We made a great team.

Maybe if you pretend it's someone else.

We were friends, Garret.

Remember?

Yo, Mace!

Got your message, what's up?

You, me and Maggie still on for dinner?

Yeah. That's not why I called.

Listen, I got some bad news on the Novak case.

Walk with me.

Whoa, don't-- Don't you--

Don't you screw with me on this.

I'm three days from starting the trial.

I am going to put that bastard away.

We can't let this guy go free.

DNA results came back from the semen sample

we took from the Martinez boy.

They don't match Novak. Novak didn't do it.

You know as well as I do,

that he killed that other boy last year.

Justin Trent, six years old.

Only child, his father was so distraught

he hanged himself.

I want him as badly as you do.

But he didn't kill the Martinez boy,

what can I say?

Simon Novak is evil, Garret.

We'll get him for something else.

Someoneelse, you mean.

Some other little boy.

Shelly--

No, no. Don't, don't--

Don't 'Shelly' me.

Come on, Garret.

Don't look at me like that.

I know what I've become, and I came after you,

because I knew you were right.

And I hated that.

You want me to get Jordan back?

No, no. I'll do it.

I'm sorry.

Please, Garret. I'll change.

Aaah!

God! No more, please!

[panting]

[groaning]

I've learned my lesson. I want to make this right.

I don't know what else I can say,

but if I make it through this, I'll do things differently.

I'll be a better man.

Garret, please.

I'll do anything.

What?

What's wrong?

Give me one of those slides.

What's going on?Do it, Nigel!

Get me one of those slides.

[suspenseful music]

♪

Sweet Mary, mother of God.

He's alive.

Thank you.

Thank you, Garret.

[machine beeping]

Total paralysis. Condition's deteriorating.

Medical examiners who don't recognize death

when they see it.

You have any idea how that's going to play?

There was absolutely nothing that indicated he was alive.

Is he going to make it?

Not unless they figure out what's wrong with him.

I suggest you figure it out.

This is kerosene on the fire.

The only way you're going to save yourself

is to save him.

[computers beeping]

Some kind of spinal cord or brain injury?

MRI showed no damage to either.

Neck wound?No, it's superficial.

The bullet passed through. Missed all major arteries.

We're looking for a paralysis

that mimics death.

Got to be a toxin, some kind of exotic poison.

Anything show up on the tox screen, Nigel?

We didn't run one.

What are you talking about?

Well, pre-Ivers, that would've been SOP,

but now everything's gotta be justified.

The hospital already ran tox, didn't find anything.

Okay, they all three had dinner

at the same restaurant.

Did anybody run stomach contents

on A.J. Crawford or Missy Brandt?

No. No.

Do you have them?

Ivers said nothing about not saving.

Only about not running.

Do it now. Do it fast.

Fugu.

Fugu?

Fugu.

Yeah, puffer fish.

He was poisoned by tetrodotoxin.

Lavage with a 2% bicarb solution

and absolutely an intestinal decontamination.

Try atropine. Let me know.

Puffer fish.

Improperly prepared,

the most dangerous dish in the world.

Any place that offers fugu should know how to do it right.

Think we caught it in time?I don't know.

Hey, good work.

Yeah, but this is very bad for us, isn't it?

[computer beeps]

Got a match on that reconstructed bullet.

Came from a gun

used by Bo Credle in that highway sniper case

a little while back.

And he was represented by--

Shelly Levine.

Whose office wall

is covered with trophies, one of which is that gun.

Who had access?

[monitors beeping]

[Macy] Dixie.

Hey.

Just coming to make sure he's comfortable.

He's been a little restless.

Maybe we should go outside.

Good idea.

How's the investigation coming along?

Pretty well.

We found our murder weapon.

The Remington Speedmaster from Shelly's office.

Only two people had access to that office.

Shelly and you.

If we rolled up your sleeves,

we'd find scrapes in your elbows, wouldn't we?

You left DNA on the ledge, Dixie.

I did us all a favor.

Is that a confession?

No, that's a proclamation.

Tell me you weren't thrilled.

You were handing out medals

to anybody who shot that son of a bitch.

Enjoying your yearly audits, Detective?

Yes, but you shot three people, not one.

Oh, and who's crying over A.J. Crawford?

Spawn of Satan.

Missy Brandt never hurt anyone.

She came slithering into Shelly's life with--

You know, listen,

I have been carrying him for years.

I am the reason he won every case.

I'm the one who came up with the strategy

that got A.J. acquitted, and what does he do?

He starts bragging about it, like it's his idea.

And then he invites

that blond piece of... fluff to the celebration,

without giving me so much as a thank you.

If you hated it so much,

why didn't you just quit?

Tantrum?

Looks like you and Shelly both dodged bullets today.

That shouldn't have happened.

I shouldn't have been so disgusted

that I could hardly bring myself to look at him.

I didn't want to look and see myself.

I'm here to return your knife.

Pardon me if I can't reach,

it's a little deep in my back.

It's your own fault, Levine.

You withheld evidence, you were obligated to disclose.

Against a piece of scum who murdered a child.

How's the air up there on your high horse?

And you...

You of all people.

I could've convicted that Novak scum.

For a crime he didn't commit.

You don't like what I do? At least keep your mouth shut.

Instead of telling this bitch.

Who tells the D.A.

and gets me fired.

You're lucky you weren't disbarred.

You'll find another job, Shelly.

It's already done.

I'm switching sides.

Going to represent the bad guys.

At least you expect the knife in the back.

I'm going to get them off.

Make it my personal mission

to screw you.

And you.

See you in cross.

Can't wait to watch you squirm.

Friend.

You are not responsible for what he became.

He made his own choices.

I know.

This thing with Ivers,

I don't want you to lose your job.

You're not the reason this investigation started.

Newspapers squawk, "Oh, big problem

"at the Boston morgue.

"M.E. charged with murder, co workers conspiring

to help her escape justice."

You know that's not what happened.

And so do the papers now.

Yes, but once the rat's nest is stirred up,

there has to be a scapegoat.

Everybody would like it to be Jordan,

but it's hard to fire someone

right after you falsely accused her of murder.

You got a point?

They can't fire her.

But you can.

No.

Then, fire Bug, fire...someone.

Give the Attorney General an out,

let them say that they investigated,

and there's been a change.

No.

Then the scapegoat

is going to be you.

Shelly survives...

and you go down.

Where's the justice in that?

You really can't leave yet.

You haven't been discharged.

I'm discharging myself.

Well, you have to sign this release.

In the 1800s,

coffins came equipped with a bell attached to a string,

in case someone was buried alive.

You came very close to needing one of these.

Thanks.[bell ringing]

Hospital explained it all to you?

Yeah. Bad puffer fish.

A.J. and Missy died before the toxin metabolized.

Your wound wasn't fatal,

so the poison shut your body down.

Covering your ass.

No.

Just think you deserve to know what happened.

You were the best friend I ever had.

You were there for me big time when Marian died.

You returned the favor when Maggie walked out on me.

Yeah.

Shelly?

I'm sorry.

Oh, you don't have to apologize, Garret.

This bell's all the admission I need.

Once I'm through suing you,

the morgue, EMTs, cops, the restaurant,

you'll be the one who needs this.

You know, most people have a near-death experience,

they learn from it.

I have.

I've learned to expand my client base.

Dixie just hired me.

Now, who's going to convict her,

when her victim

is now her lawyer?

Would you do me one last favor?

Don't let your attorney settle.

I want to get you on the stand one last time.

[horn honking]

[tires screeching]

[girl screams]

Are you absolutely sure

he's dead this time?