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[The Bangles' Walk Like An Egyptian]

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I just need to know for certain it's the murder weapon.

The wife's handprints are all over the ankle.

The husband's brains are all over the shin.

I'd say it was the murder weapon.

[crash]

[Switzer] Rule number one about moving:

try not to drop anything.

Uh, what is that?

Not what--who.

Naeema, the murdered daughter of Ramses II.

19th dynasty. 13th century BCE.

You run out of fresh bodies? Practicing up?

Modern archeological findings indicate

Naeema wasn't killed the way the history books have it.

I've been asked to find out

how she died and who was responsible.

Shouldn't they be asking a forensic anthropologist?

They are.

Wow, so you're like, Indiana Switzer.

Six years ago I helped determine

Cause of Death on a mummified corpse

at the Manchester Center

using an endoscope.

First time they ever used fiber optics.

Yeah, well, I hate to tell you,

but you're barking up the wrong pyramid.

A 3,000 year old murder mystery?

Your perp's gonna be dead.

Get your hands off my mummy.

[cell phone ringing]

[computer beeping]

[foreboding music]

♪

[pills rattling]

[Garret] You avoidin' me?

You didn't answer your phone.

Ah, no, I'm just busy.

Well, I've got a body in a cemetery.

Odd. It is when you consider

the groundkeeper found it dumped in an open grave.

Here's the address.

Thanks.

Jordan, what's going on?

I just, uh...

I'm about a day behind on the Maroulis autopsy.

And I got four cases I need to close out.

My caseload's open.

You want me to make that pickup for you?

That'd be great.

I'll be caught up by lunch, you know.

Don't worry about it.

Great.

Great.

Detective Seely.Dr. Macy.

What do we got?

Groundskeeper found her.

16 years old. Tragedy.

You read palms now?

School ring.

West Side High School. Class of 2008.

Pretty smart.

If they'd buried Mr. Gamalli this morning,

we never would have found her-- seven feet under.

I guess we got lucky.

She didn't.

Yeah. You need a hand?

Guess you already got one.

[cell phone ringing]

You wanna get that?

[phone ringing louder]

Who is it?

Her mom and dad.

[suspenseful rock music]

♪

Cindy is--

Cindy was so full of life.

We got her that car two weeks ago.

16th birthday.

She loved red.

Named her first cat that.

Little Red.

We're very sorry for your loss.

Do you know where Cindy was last night?

Who she might've been with?

W-we just got back into town.

We flew back this morning from Martinique.

She wasn't here when we got back home.

We kept calling her.

What happened, Detective?

We...

found her car at Copley Plaza.

Waitress at a coffee shop

saw her at about 5:30 yesterday.

[Garret] Who was staying with Cindy?

Maybe they could tell us

if she was planning on meeting someone last night.

She was staying alone.

She's 16, straight-A student.

We thought she was old enough to stay by herself.

She'd done it before.

What about her phone?

Do you guys know her pass code?

We could find out who she called,

when she called them.

Okay, we'll need to talk to her friends, then, boyfriend...

find out if Cindy told them anything.

She didn't have a boyfriend.

But there's, uh, Patty Norton.

They've been friends--No, no, no.

Since they were in kindergarten.

No, David, they moved last summer.

I'm so sorry.

I just can't seem to think of any names right now.

I mean, she was a teenager, you know?

There was just so many of them that come and go, and...

We just...

we just... lost track.

So you can't give me a single name?

We're gonna find who did this to your daughter.

They just lost a child.

Yeah, it seems to me like they lost her

a long time ago.Did you raise a family

since the last time we met?

Look, I had parents.

I know how this goes down. Not the same. Not by a long shot.

Wait, because I don't have kids,

I'm not allowed to have an opinion?Exactly.

What are you doing?

You volunteered for the pickup.

Didn't mean I needed you to take my case.

Parents any help?

They were on vacation

and trusted their daughter to take care of herself.

Yeah, and if you were left alone at 16,

what the hell would you have done?

[Garret] Do you have anything?

Suffusion, bruising around the neck.

She was strangled with some kind of ligature.

Traces of silk fiber in the wound

and the width of the mark suggest a necktie.

There's no trace on her shoes from the cemetery,

so she wasn't killed there.

She was dumped-- explains the sheet.

Any idea where she was killed?

Well, I found beige carpet fibers in the sheet.

It's a long shot,

but I'm running them.

And there is this.

Saliva.

No angular momentum spatter

and the dispersion suggests low velocity.

Like the point of origin was only a foot away.

Translation, please?

It came from directly overhead,

probably while she was being strangled.

Our killer's DNA. Good.

Sexual assault?

No.

No defensive wounds.

I'm guessing she knew her attacker.

Did the parents say anything about a boyfriend?

You guys know how this kind of thing usually falls.

Yeah, the parents don't seem to know anything about her.

Then why don't you do your job and find someone who does?

Fine.

[Susanna Hoffs] ♪ Walk like an Egyptian

♪

[heavy footfalls]

[moaning like a zombie]

Shouldn't you be out directing traffic?

[laughing]

No, I'm working a murder,

though being forced to share the same room with you

does feel like a curse.

Could it be the curse of the mummy?

[moaning]

Maybe it's the curse of the homicide dick.

[Bug] Look, what's the point of this anyway?

I thought it was confirmed that Naeema was killed

by a Hittite slave.

You know about this?

Yeah, the mummy's from the Boston Met.

You know, that big building downtown,

looks like a museum?

It has one of the largest collections

of Egyptian artifacts in the country.

The curator and I were Mellon fellows together.

Six months ago, he acquired a scroll

that was discovered near Naeema's burial site,

telling of a princess who assisted the Israelites

in their Exodus.

Well, that makes sense,

'cause Naeema's father was Ramses II,

often thought to be the Pharaoh

in the story of Moses.

According to the scroll,

the princess was caught returning from an Israelite camp

by one of Ramses' sons

who struck her dead with a royal mace.

Something that no Hittite slave would've had.

So, if I can use our fluoroscope, CT scans,

and a little visual probing

to prove that Naeema's injuries were inflicted

by one of those maces...

You can conclude

that she wasn'tkilled by a Hittite slave.

But by her own brother.

[under his breath] Whoa.

And?

Show that she was at least partially responsible

for the Israelites' Exodus from Egypt.

And by extension...

the evolution of Western Civilization.

[under his breath] Wow.

Ow.

Sorry, sorry.

Oh, I was just going to call you.

What, ya got something?

Nigel ran the DNA

from the saliva on Cindy's forehead.

Didn't match anyone in CODIS,

but it is male.

Any luck with the school?

I talked with her teachers, her guidance counselor--

no boyfriend they knew of.

But I did get the names of some of her friends,

and I'm gonna work those after school.

Nice.

What did they say about Cindy?

Just that she was a really good kid:

shy, reserved...

[scoffs]

What?

I unlocked Cindy's cell phone,

and I got this as a web link.

FacePlayce.com

It's one of those social networking sites.

It's very spicy stuff.

Frankly, some language that would have made me blush

when I was 16.

You know what? What?

Those are the girls the school said were her best friends.

I saw the yearbook pictures.

Anyone Cindy chat with

seem like a stalker?

I ran all the screen names

through the sex offenders database.

No hits, but...

There were references to a certain secret

that Cindy had, but no mention of what it was.

Well, it may be a secret somebody would kill to find out.

Or kill to keep quiet.

[electronic beeping]

[Bug] Fibers from the wife's sweater

were found in the husband's scalp tissue

along with bits of plastic from his own prosthesis.

If the shoe fits, case closed.

[hand slapping]

How 'bout you, Dr. S?

Everything all wrapped up with your mummy?

Just about...

blunt force trauma to the skull

matches the dimensions I'm looking for.

I think Naeema was killed by the prince.

You know...

I've never heard you call a body by a name before.

No?

No, normally it's "Gunshot Wound" in Autopsy One,

or "Blunt Force Trauma" in Trace Two.

Naeema's part of history.

Everyone's part of history.

That doesn't make sense.

Of course it does.

I'm talking about this.

In my initial scan of the oral cavity,

I noticed what looked like a...

primitive filling in one of her teeth.

I thought it might be ancient Resin of Terebinth,

so I took a small sample.

It's got polyethylene glycol diacrylates.

Diacrylates weren't used in dental work

until 2003.

This woman's murder wasn't 3,000 years ago.

It was less than four.

[pills rattling]

[Macy] Jordan, Nigel said you were--

[exhales] Got really clumsy today.

Dexamethasone for a headache.

That's...

that's pretty hardcore.

It's like a cannon for a housefly.

[chuckling] Well, it's a big fly.

Yeah, could I have my bottle?

You're not a clumsy person.

Go ahead. Pick 'em up.

Pick 'em up.

Remember that meningioma victim

I showed you last week?

She's not dead yet.

What are you doin' for it?

These.

Okay, well this isn't treatment, is it?

For all I know, it's been in there for years.

The symptoms haven't.

You have options, Jordan.

Surgery, radiotherapy, gamma knife, come on--

Yeah, and leaving it alone.

Who're you seeing?

Rene Sanchez at Brigham.

He's got my films.

Garret, I-I'm on this, okay?

I-I just need to go meet Seely now,

'cause we're interviewing some of Cindy's girlfriends.

You need to be home.

I'm meeting Seely--

Stop.

No, I gotta meet Seely. He doesn't need you.

You don't have to. I do.

She called you last night around 5:30.

Did she mention anything about meeting with someone?

[Melissa] I couldn't talk. I was at work.

My boss was looking over my shoulder.

[Stephanie] We were all supposed to meet at Starbucks at 9:00.

We waited, but she--

[Stephanie] I still can't believe it.

When they made the announcement at school, I got sick.

[Seely] Do you girls know anybody

who would've wanted to hurt Cindy?

No, everybody liked her.

What was Cindy's secret?

[Seely] The one you girls talk about

on your FacePlayce site.

[Jordan] Look, we don't want to get you guys in trouble.

Uh, we're not lookin' to talk with your parents.

Well, we think Cindy knew the person who hurt her.

No boyfriend in the picture.

It looks like someone you guys chatted with

might've had motive.

It's pretty explicit stuff.

Everybody has a page like that.

[Melissa] It doesn't mean anything.

It's just what we do.

It's--it's like a tease.

Seems pretty real.

Bet it sounds real to those guys.

[Stephanie] They know it's a game.

[Jordan] You think so?

You think you're in a chat room with friends?

Truth is, half these guys are older.

A lot of them are predators.

[Jordan] And your tease makes you bait.

It's no big deal.

[keys jangling, door opening]

[Melissa crying]

[Frank] Is everything okay, Mel?

I'm Detective Seely, Boston PD.

This is Dr. Cavanaugh of the M.E.'s office.

[Seely] We just had a couple of questions for your daughter.

It's about Cindy.

Oh, I'm so sorry, hon.

It's been a hard day for them.

Do you know anything that can help?

No.

Okay, well, if you think of anything,

just call us.

So aren't you supposed to, you know, unspool her?

This isn't Scooby Doo, Detective.

The linen's sealed to prevent disintegration.

You can't just unwrap it.

Mummification process-- over a ten-week period,

the brain is skewered using a heated rod

inserted through the nose

and the brain is scrambled and poured out.

The internal organs are removed through a cut in the side,

and the body is infused with sea salt.

And finally, the brain cavity is packed with resin--

all to preserve the body in the afterlife.

The sick freak who did this

wasn't thinking about her afterlife.

All they wanted to do was pass her off as your mummy.

And they did a helluva job. Henry's shocked.

Henry, your museum guy?

The curator?

Yeah, whatever, I just need to know

who had access to the mummy exhibit.

He's making you a list.

Great, because her dental gave us nothing.

So I need whatever he has.

Also, can we still get prints off of her?

Oh, that may take a while.

I need to rehydrate it first.

[Bug] Uh...

"it"?

The body.

Yeah, just a couple of hours ago,

you said that she was a part of history.

And now she's part of a case, like anyone else.

[elevator chimes]

And I thought youwere difficult.

Switzer. She's a piece of work.

Hey, are you all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Where is she?

I thought she was with you.

She is. Well, was.

We're headin' to Cindy's parents.

She's gonna run trace on Cindy's room.

Always going the extra mile, aren't you?

Maybe she went for aspirin.

I know she wasn't feeling well.You know what?

I want to be at the house with the parents.

You know what, you don't have to--

It wasn't a question. I'll run trace.

Jordan said she could handle it.

Jordan's not here.

I really like your curator friend.

He didn't give a crap

about solving this girl's murder.

He thought I should be helping him get his mummy back.

Well, that ishis job.

Protecting and preserving cultural artifacts.

This woman is not an artifact.

Henry's got a board of directors breathing down his neck

to get back an $18 million mummy

that's gone missing.

Well, someone in his museum probably took it.

That is our killer.

So do your job and find them.

And while you're at it, let me do mine?

[computer keys tapping]

[electronic beeping]

What are you looking for?

Won't know till we find it.

Well, is there something you found out?

I'd like to know.

Cindy had a web page.

It talked about some kind of secret she had.

Yeah, any idea what that could be?

No, I mean you think this secret is why someone...

We don't know.

But there's a lot we don't know, because you don't know.

Why don't you take it easy, Detective?

Are you suggesting this is our fault?

I'm suggesting there's a lot about your daughter

you didn't even ask about.

So now it's our job

to find out what it was.

So, if you'll excuse us.

Mrs. Tallridge--

You know, what is it with you, man?

Didn't your parents pay you any attention at all?

You don't know the first thing about me.

I don't know, and I don't care.

Not unless it helps us find who killed this girl.

You talk to her again that way, you answer to me.

Do you think this might help?

God, there's gotta be at least ten grand in here.

What do you think? Drug money?

Tox screen was clean.

Same with segmented hair analysis.

Yeah, but dealers don't need to use to sell.

Could explain her secret.

Drugs aren't Cindy's secret.

This is.

[techno music from computer]

Hi, I'm Cindy, and this is my room.

Do you wanna know my secret?

How dare you talk to my wife like that?

You--

Oh, oh, my God.

[Macy] Shut it off.

Shut it off!

Hey.

Meet your blunt force trauma.

AFIS just got a match on the prints.

[Woody] Kimberly Wannamaker.

Age 23, arrested two years ago for vagrancy.

[Woody] Sad eyes.

She was homeless.

No family, no contacts.

No one to find out what really happened to her.

You'll have the final results when I'm done.

[sighs]

Dead, everyone thought she was royalty.

Alive, we'd probably pass her in the street 1,000 times

without so much as a glance.

Hey, Jordan.

[door slams]

I been thinking about what you showed me.

Cindy Tallridge was selling sex online.

Not exactly what a father wants to see.

You should have seen the expression

on Mr. Tallridge's face.

I missed it since you took Seely and took over my case.

It's not your case. It's our case.

Now you're babysitting me?

This is a big deal, Jordan. We need to talk.

No, clearly, youneed to talk about it.

I'm dealing with it. Are you?

Yes.

So I'm working on my list

of subscribers to Cindy's web...site.

Sorry, I--

No, no-- now is fine.

What is it?

Cindy's secret is bloody popular.

There was over 1,000 hits last week alone.

DigiDollar deposits from 12 states.

Canada, Australia, even one from Iceland.

Now, I'm tracking IDs on the domestic users.

Most are married.

There's a pediatrician,

a couple of lawyers--Local?

Well, it's hard to be sure.

Some of these perverts use so many proxies

I'll never find 'em.

But...

I've got one bloke in town.

A Russell Gruden.

He ever talk about meeting with her?

Not that I saw online.

But Mr. Gruden deposited $800 into her DigiDollar account

the day before she was murdered.

Any guess as to what that bought him?

Maybe Cindy's life.

I'm calling Seely.

No.

I'll call him.

Right.

You let me know when you're ready to talk.

[melancholy music]

♪

Museum employee 162, and still everyone looks clean.

Any news from the guys in major theft?

The way they tell it,

getting inside the world of black market antiquities

is harder than breaking into Fort Knox,

leaving me with almost 60 more names to check.

Sounds exciting.

Riveting. How 'bout you?

I think I have Cause of Death.

You wanna go two for two,

and give us a murder weapon?

Only if you consider winter a weapon.

[Bug] Wischnevsky's ulcers in her stomach.

She died of hypothermia?

She was homeless.

The last two winters here have been miserable.

What about the blow to her head?

There was no hemorrhaging beneath the wound.

It was inflicted postmortem.

So she was already dead.

You can thank me later.

W-w-w-w-uh--hang on.

If we could find out where she died--

There's no "we" anymore.

I determined ID and Cause of Death.

My job's done.

And if I'm not mistaken,

this isn't a homicide anymore, so...

you're done too.

Okay.

I logged onto her website.

How old would you guess she is, Russell?

I don't know. 19? 20?

[Garret] 16.

16 years old. A junior in high school.

[Seely] That's child pornography.

Child prostitution.

You know, it's tough enough being a parent

without freaks like you out there

getting into their lives.

Preying on them.

What do you think your daughter'd say,

you screwing around with somebody her age?

You paid Cindy Tallridge 800 bucks two day ago.

For what?

[sighs]

For sex.

But I didn't...

I met her at the mall.

I wasn't with her five minutes.

I knew it was wrong.

Is that why you strangled her?

No.

We have your DNA on her body.

No!

Okay, so submit to a DNA test,

and we'll see if you're telling the truth.

I swear, I didn't--

We went to the handicapped bathroom to--

But I couldn't.

It wasn't the same.

It wasn't the same as what?

The other girl.

This one seemed younger.

What other girl?

Her name's Melissa.

She's the one who told me about Cindy.

This girl?

So what do you think it means?

Melissa and Cindy were involved

in some kind of business together?

Don't know.

Maybe it's as simple as they were both

involved with Russell Gruden.

I just feel sick, you know?

Both these girls leading double lives

and their parents just...oblivious.

You know... I don't buy it.

All they had to do was go into their kid's room,

look around.

My dad was the same. Yours any different?

He knew what you were up to?

I wasn't up to that.

Gruden was telling the truth.

Not his DNA on Cindy.

Great, so he's just a pedophile, not a murderer.

Back to square one.

Not exactly.

I finally figured out

what those fibers were we found inside the sheet--

automotive carpet from a 2004 Highlander.

The interior is beige.

Exterior choices would be white, black, blue--

And silver.

Melissa's car.

Okay, uh...

Cindy's dead body was in there.

Jordan!

I'm gonna go talk to her.

Desecration of a body, theft of a corpse,

but it's not about Queen Tut anymore,

so she's done.

Ah, ignore her.

No record of Kimberly Wannamaker

at any of the area medical schools.

Move on to hospitals.

How does someone like Switzer even have any friends?

I don't think she does. Just her dog.

[laughs] Figures.

You know what I think?

When a body is mummified, they leave the heart inside.

They forgot to do that with Switzer.

[both laugh]

[Switzer] What is this, high school?

You have something to say, say it to my face.

You treat a 3,000 year old body like it's royalty,

but the second you find out she's a regular person--

Poof--it's back to business as usual.

It was always business as usual.

Just because my heart doesn't bleed--

You don't care about her or anyone else.

[Bug] Got her.

Kimberly Wannamaker.

She was checked into the E.R. at St. Adrian's for exposure

two years ago February.

[Woody] Look at this.

Look.

She had a family history of breast cancer.

Her mother died when she was eight.

Father unknown.

Personal effects-- she was wearing a cross.

That's it, that's all she had. No one.

But she was not an "it."

Do you understand these rights as I've explained them to you?

[man] Yes, we understand the rights.

Just not why we're here.

Do you know what this is?

It's a lab report.

It says when Cindy was wrapped in that sheet,

someone put her into a 2004 Highlander

with a beige interior.

And we expect when CSU runs your car,

they'll find Cindy's hair or her blood

or the urine and feces that expel from the body--

Oh, stop it!

He read the rights, because your daughter

is about to be charged.

Please, can I say something?

No, not another word.

Your mother's right.

You wait for the lawyer.

We are not gonna hear this now.

The Tallridges didn't want to hear

about what Cindy was doing either.

And look at her.

She is just a child.

This is unconscionable.

No, what's unconscionable is you turning away.

What's unconscionable is what happened to your friend.

Thatis unconscionable.

We know you didn't do it.

It was a man.

But you were there.

You know.

[sotto] No.

Protecting her doesn't help anybody.

We are her parents.

It is our job to protect her.

Okay. Thanks.

Got a break in the paper trail.

Kimberly Wannamaker died at St. Adrian's on February 20.

When no one claimed her body,

she was transferred to the state for burial.

Yeah, but we have no records of that ever happening.

Which means that someone stole her body

from the hospital.

The hospital director is emailing me a list of employees

who were authorized to release bodies

the night that Kimberly died.

So where do we start?

See if any of the employees have criminal records?

Yeah, then we take them one at a time, and--

hold on.

Eric Margosian.

Yeah, odd name, but sounds familiar.

The list of employees

from the museum.

[Woody] There we go, Maria Margosian.

If it was Smith, I might buy a coincidence.

But two Margosians?

I'm betting that they're related.

And I'm betting we know their mummy.

We're missing something.

She didn't hate Cindy.

I just don't see her as a killer.

Fifth Amendment's a bitch, huh?

[Melissa] I need to use the restroom.

Can I use the restroom?

Stay here.

I'm just going to the bathroom.

You were Cindy's friend.

Whatever happened, I think you still are.

Now, I know your parents are trying to protect you.

But if you keep this inside,

it's going to eat you alive.

What are you doing?

I thought we were clear.

[whispering] I can't say anything.

Look, you're 16 years old, Melissa.

You have the legal right to talk to us,

to do the right thing.

Melissa--

You've been trying to act like a grown-up.

Prove it.

The Wycombe Hotel.

It happened in Room 607.

I work the back phones for reservations after school.

I-I know which rooms are open. I can get us the keys.

And who was Cindy meeting that night?

I don't know.

We never talked about who.

That was too weird.

We just talked about the money.

Guys would buy us whatever we wanted.

They would... they would pay anything.

What happened that night?

Cindy always came by afterwards.

This time, she...

she didn't.

I called Stephanie.

We went in to check on her.

[crying] We found her.

She--she wasn't moving.

We have to call the police!

We can't. She's dead, Mel!

I know, and when they find her here...

The cops would know I had given her the key.

About the men.

About everything.

So you wrapped her in a sheet

and snuck her out to your car.

[Melissa] I read this book that said that the last place that anyone

would look for a body was--

[crying]

[Seely] In a grave.

Somebody else's grave.

We need to know exactly where in the room

you found Cindy's body.

She--she was here.

Slumped against the wall.

I'm sorry.

I'm so, so sorry.

You really think you're gonna find something?

I mean, the cleaning crew must've been here.

You ever run trace in a hotel room,

you bring your own sheets.

Okay, we've got blood and hair.

Killer must have crushed Cindy up against the wall

when he was strangling her with the necktie.

Then he would have had to straddle her

to keep her from moving.

That would give us the saliva drop.

Okay, so from that position, to get up, for balance,

you'd probably put your hands...

Voila.

[Nigel] Scan the print.

I'll run it through the RMV.

[scanner beeping]

Good.

[beeping]

I want my daughter out of here.

And my wife, too.

Are you people deaf?

They shouldn't be here.

She's 16 years old, for God's sakes.

Daddy?

Just go. Just--just go.

Mrs. Ripton, could you take your daughter to the hall?

Now.

Cindy was gonna tell you...

about...

And I couldn't let her.

[both women crying]

[Woody] Somewhere, somehow,

you heard that there was cash

to be made in selling a mummy.

You had access to one at the museum.

You had a replacement body waiting at the hospital.

She was dead. She was homeless.

Who would care? Who would even notice?

Well, I noticed.

Her name is Kimberly Wannamaker.

You bashed in her head.

You cut open her side.

You yanked out her guts.

You poured out her brains.

And you left her with nothing.

Eric, maybe we should... Shut up, Maria.

No, you shut up. You talk.

She was already dead.

She doesn't know what she's saying.

Ten weeks.

Ten weeks is how long it takes to mummify a body.

And that whole time,

not once did either of you think,

"Gee, maybe desecrating a corpse

isn't such a cool way to spend my winter vacation."

Because she was homeless,

she was dead...

So what? It didn't matter.

Well, it mattered.

Not quite the royal way she entered.

No, Switzer had her boxed up and logged out

before I could stop her.

She'll be faceless again in some unmarked grave.

Well, at least she's leaving here like a human being.

Wish I could say the same about some of my colleagues.

Some people just don't get it.

[Alison Krauss' Jubilee]

♪ The one who spoke

♪ Cried tears of hope

♪ That we might change in time

♪ And when I looked into her eyes ♪

♪ The fear I saw was mine

♪ Swing and turn, Jubilee

♪ Live and learn, Jubilee

That your pervert?

Hmm.

Can you imagine finding your daughter's friend

has an internet sex site,

and then sleeping with her

at the hotel your daughter works at?

Sucks to grow up.

Yeah.

You wanna go to Yang Chow's?

Sorry, I don't really feel up to it tonight.

You sure you're okay?

Last couple a days, you seemed a little...

Yeah, no, it's just, uh, you know, a lot of work.

I'm kinda tired.

But, uh...thanks. Good night.

It'd be easier if there was a manual.

Hold the reins too tight, you're controlling.

You let 'em loose, it's neglect.

Either way, they're pissed off later,

and you're a failure.

Can't win.

Seely said he was gonna work the D.A.

to go easy on the girls.

Yeah?

Yeah.

So I spoke to Dr. Sanchez.

You didn't follow up.

He says surgery, transnasal, now.

Yeah, well, did he give you the stats on that--

that I could probably die,

maybe have a stroke, be paralyzed...

be a vegetable?

All that can happen if you do nothing--worse.

Yeah, we don't know what could happen.

Stress causes symptoms.

Symptoms go away.

Okay, Sanchez doesn't believe that and neither do you.

There's formaldehyde all over this morgue.

A ton of chemicals you're breathing

that are linked to tumor growth.

Okay, you want me to quit?

I want you to live.

If I quit, what do I have?

What am I supposed to do?

Let your friends help you.

Oh, if you say a word of this to anyone--

Jordan--

No, Garret, please. Okay?

It's my life.

♪ Live and learn

♪ Jubilee

♪ La da da da da da

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