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[The Bangles'
Walk Like An Egyptian]

♪

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

♪