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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?