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So this is a sign, huh?

When I say so, if
I say so.

You've been giving me
time and space

to figure out what I want.

What do you want now?

The logical thing
for us to do,

for our baby...

is to get married.

It's not your job...

to get justice
for everybody.

I don't think
it's a good idea

for us to get married.

There's no room for us
right now.

Call the Attorney General.
Go and dime me.

Go do whatever
you damn well please.

Just get out of my sight.

[Woody]
Really, she doesn't
look familiar to you?

[Jordan]
Is she supposed to?

Yes.
Why?

If I knew that,
I wouldn't need you

to tell me who she is.

Hey, Nigel,
come and take a look.

Busy.

Giving a presentation
on Thursday.

I don't care.
Get over here.

Why, what is it?

Hit and run,
bike versus car.

Bike lost.

I know her.

Me too.
Who is she?

I don't know.

Okay, run her prints.

Put an end to this, please.

You're the one
that invited me over.

Yes, I invited you over.
For dinner.

Yeah, and you served lamb.

And you know
I don't like lamb.

I did not know that.

Yeah, you like lamb!

Oh, please, let's not
start another therapy session

this way.

I didn't bring it up.

No, you brought over
When Harry Met Sally

and a change of clothes.

[door buzzes]

She said she wanted
some help around the house.

And I didn't feel like
scrubbing a toilet

in my suit.

I asked him
to change a light bulb

that I couldn't reach.

And his change of clothing
was pajamas.

Well, I...

Oh, please do not
take Jeffrey's side again

just because he's been
your patient

for the last zillion years.

Client, the word is client.

And don't take it out
on Del.

Del, at least,
is trying to help us

stay together.

We are not together.

This is
co-parenting counseling,

this is not couple's therapy.

Okay, I'm sorry.

Oh, don't roll your eyes
at me.

If you can't be impartial
about...

this...
about...

[grunts]

Dr. Marlen?

Dr. Marlen?Del?

Del?

Hey, uh...
hey, Del.

He's dead.

She was knocked 25 feet.

Car had to have been
going at least 40.

Skid marks?

No.
I hate hit and runs.

[beeping]What?

Oh, you got an ID.

Great.

You know who this is?

It's Debbie Baron.

Can't be.

She died her hair.

Who's Debbie Baron?

Beautiful young wife,
horribly abusive husband.

You gotta remember the case.

The trial lasted months.

Yeah, well, Jordan was living
in L.A. at the time.

I was in Wisconsin
and I still remember it.

So what happened?

She finally had enough
and she killed her husband?

Not exactly.

He killed her.

Six years ago.

Obviously not.

[Nigel]
So Debbie left her husband
and moved in

with her friend Liz Gibson.

One morning they did not
show up for work.

Cops went in, found blood
all over the place.

But no bodies.

So the assumption was

that her husband
killed them.

And then dumped the bodies
in the river, the woods,

or wherever.

Well, not we know
we nobody found this body.

She wasn't dead.

Is that Ivers?

[Nigel]
He prosecuted the case.

You found Debbie Baron.

How did you know that?
We just ID'ed her.

I'm electronically notified
whenever anybody

searches the state database
for info on these people.

Why?

A hit from the morgue
on Debbie Baron

means you found her body.

I can finally
nail that son of a bitch.

Where was she?

Middle of Tremont Street.

What?
That...

Where are her remains?

Here.

She just died a couple of hours ago.

What--no, no,
this is not possible.

And yet...

You sure this is her?

Did you convict her husband?

Because if he's in prison,
you need to let him out.

Hung jury.

The DA wouldn't let me
re-file the charges.

No, this was no accident.

You think her husband
tracked her down again

and then rammed her
with his car.

Don't you have enough egg

on your face already?

Will you be treating this
just as a hit-and-run

or will you be looking
at the bigger picture here?

Oh, so now
you're a big picture guy

all of a sudden.

Jordan.Do you have business here?

Your hit-and-run driver
just turned himself in.

82-year-old stomped the gas
instead of the brake.

Great, so you won't
be needing me then.

[Woody]
Or me.

Let me know
when your report is ready.

This makes no sense.

Look, you made a mistake.

No, Tony Baron's a monster.

CSU determined
with blood spatter

and DNA that two people
had been shot.

The blood was Liz
and Debbie's.

[gunshots]

There was a small chunk
taken out of the wall

like he had to pry out
a bullet.

Two rugs were missing.

What he did to Debbie
during their marriage,

you wouldn't wish
on anybody.

Now, I need to know
what happened

after he shot them.

If the police
or the DA's office

ask us to look into it,
we will.

But you have
no standing anymore.

Good-bye, Mr. Ivers.

Man has a hard time
admitting an error.

Well, he does have a habit
of fitting the facts

to the theory instead
of the other way around.

Hey, I'll, uh,
catalogue her injuries.

Could you get somebody
to locate next of kin?

Yeah.
Thanks.

[Brandau]
12 years.

12 years we were together.

I can't believe
this is happening.

There's nothing
you could have done.

Any heart trouble
in a man this size

is usually catastrophic.

You don't think our argument
could have...

Look, it obviously
didn't help.Oh, thank you.

Look, it's probably
a blockage

that's been building
for years.

There's nothing
you could have done.

You should sit down.

Maybe you both should.

I'm sorry, I'm just
a little overwhelmed.

I just lost the only buffer
I've ever had

between me and my mother.

In here, guys.

Oh, I'll call her.

I'll tell her we're gonna be
a little late.

There he is.

Could you, uh,
move the desk, please?

Do I need gloves?

I think she'll understand
if we reschedule--

Look, she just set up
a $30,000 trust fund for

That's a way of controlling
you, me, and the child--

Would you two knock it off?

[arguing]

Show a little respect.

Take the legs
and we'll grab the torso.

Poor old dude.

Hey, I need to do
anything special?

Yeah, bend at the knees.

On three.

One, two, three.

Then we add the reagent
to the blood sample.

Measure the
thiol-disulfide exchange

with tells us how long
the blood has been

outside of the body...

Giving us a more accurate
time of death

that ever before
in the history of forensics.

Thank you.
Thank you very much.

Thank you.
No, no, no, please.

Please, sit down.

Um, are there any questions?

I have one.

Where is the ballistics report
on the Anderson case?

Dr. Macy gave me permission
to prepare

for my AAC presentation.

It's the American Academy
of Criminology.

Yes, I know what
the AAC is.

Well, assuming that
they like

what I say...

you're now looking
at their next vice president.

It's impressive work. Thanks.

You know, I originally
got the idea

on a case
that we worked on.

It's a little impractical,
though.

Not at all.

Well, when you saturate blood
with a sulfhydryl mixture,

you destroy the DNA.

I know that.

I...
I know that.

But this method
is a giant leap forward.

It's perfectly viable
in cases

where DNA collection
isn't a priority.

And when is DNA
not a priority to members

of the AAC?

Well, when the, uh...

Just get me the
ballistics report, all right?

Oh, my God.
Debbie.

I'm so sorry.

Dr. Cavanaugh?

Tony Baron is here.
The husband.

No.
I don't wanna see him.

Okay.

Could you have him wait
for a few minutes?

It's really her.

Mr. Baron,
this is inappropriate.

You knew she was alive.

You knew I didn't kill her.

I didn't know.

What about Liz?
Where's she?

Calm down.

When I get the truth
out of her.

Hey, do you care
that your wife is dead?

Oh, this wife?

The one who set me up to look like I killed her?

The one I thought was dead
for six years?!

Because you shot her.

When can I have
the body?

No, please.

Legally I'm next of kin,
not you.

Can you just let her
be buried

by people who love her?

Please?

Why didn't you people
figure this out

six years ago?

Now, I want the body.

I'm throwing
a big public funeral.

Show everybody
they were wrong about me.

Lily.

What are you doing here?

I'm hiding.
From whom?

Jeffrey and his mother.

I guess therapy's
not working out, huh?

Not when Dr. Marlen
drops dead

right in front of us.

What?

Bug's bringing him in.

So Jeffrey's with his mother
and our therapist's

in the morgue.

I think that
pretty much sums it up.

[Bug]
All right, on one.

One, two, three.

[grunting]

I was yelling at him
when he died.

The least I can do
is notify his next of kin.

[winces]

Are you okay?

Baby's got hiccups.

You need a sign-out?

I wanna do
a partial autopsy

just to confirm heart attack.

But um, it doesn't sound like
he was helping you much.

I'm not sure
what he could do, really.

Then why spend the money?

'Cause I don't wanna
cut Jeffrey

out of his daughter's life.

Doesn't mean he has to

park himself in yours.

Apparently, it does.

With his mother attached to his throat.

You're about to have a baby.

This should be
the happiest time of your life.

Lily,

was anyone else there
besides the doctor

when you went in?

No, why?

What are you doing?

He didn't have a heart attack.

He was stabbed.

Check this out.

The husband's talking
to every reporter he can find.

[female reporter] How are you feeling right now?

[Tony] I feel vindicated.

I told them six years ago

I didn't do a damn thing
to Debbie or Liz.

Any idea
where Liz Gibson is?

I don't even know
where Debbie's been

all this time.

The truth is that I'm an innocent man.

That I've always
been innocent.

That my wife framed me.

That I've been wrongly persecuted.

DA's office doesn't want us
talking to the media at all.

Fine by me.

They're the ones with

a whole lot
of explaining to do.

Well, at the time
the evidence seemed clear.

Well, not to
the whole jury.

How many holdouts
were there?

Only two.

I guess Ivers actually
did a good job at trial.

Not good enough.

Probably too obsessed
with detail.

Look at this.

Right arm.

Old, healed spiral fractures.

[Macy]
Tony Baron's abuse
was proved beyond doubt.

Yeah, but no matter
how you slice it,

he didn't kill her.

Garrett.

Is that a bullet?

Ivers was right?

Dr. Cavanaugh.

Uh...

Found this near
Debbie Baron's collarbone.

I ran some tests.

There's a chance
it's been in her body

for five to eight years.

.22 caliber?

Yeah.

Come in.

Tony claimed his .22
was stolen.

But after the trial,
I found it in a pawn shop.

By chance?

14th place I went into.

Why didn't you look
before the trial?

I liked his story
the way it was,

totally unbelievable.

Oh, somebody stole my .22,

but I didn't report it
until after my wife was shot

with a .22.

Plus, I didn't have
the slugs to match it.

And you still don't.
This is way too damaged.

I can't believe you kept copies
of everything.

I knew this day would come.

You sure you didn't pass
any of his other clients

coming down the hall?

Nobody gets past me
without a tub of Crisco

and a couple of cracked ribs.

Okay, you got, uh,
grocery lists,

some overdue bills,

a half-eaten
bag of potato chips, ants...

some therapist.

No wonder Brandau's still--

Still what?

Mrs. Hoffman,
I'm gonna have to ask you

to get on the other side
of that tape.

I'm sorry,
do I know you?

Detective Hoyt.

This is a crime scene,
so if you would just--

Of course,
we met at the wedding.

Just before the mother
of my grandchild

jilted my son.

Right.
Why are you here?

Woody.
Hey, did you find anything?

We were just trying
to figure out of Dr. Marlen

had any standing appointments
before yours.

His datebook is missing.
You ever see anyone?

Um, no, clients enter here
and they exit there.

Excuse me, don't treat my son
like a suspect.

Oh, good Lord,
let the man do his job.

[laughs]

Did I tell you
she was wrong for you?

Did you listen?

I think I found something.

Blood on a patient's file.

That is some honkin' file.
Who has that many problems?

Jeffrey Brandau.

[Elaine]
I want that.

Stop.

Whatever that quack
said about me

is nobody's business.

What is it with you?

You run in everywhere
like you own the universe.

There are other people, you know.Oh, are there?

Lily, sit!

Mrs. Hoffman!

Find someplace else to be
or I'll get an officer

to do it for you.

Now.Excuse me.

But doctor/client privilege
survives death.

So...

Nobody reads that file.

Shouldn't you be out popping
some small child's balloon?

There's
your ballistics report.

Thanks.

How's it going?

Well, if the reagent
can be shown

to be effective
in the smaller sample...

There are dozens of ways
to determine time of death.

Nobody's gonna risk DNA
in any size sample.

Are you incapable of empathy?

Could you at least
try to be human?

I called a friend at Tufts.

Are you sure?

Sure of what?

You have a friend.

He's developed
a zinc-iodide amalgam

that stabilizes DNA

in degrading samples.

He thinks it may help.

And he's very impressed
with what you're doing.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I'm gonna go practice
being human.

CSU found trace
on Tony Baron's tires.

Limestone, dolomite,
dirt mixed with feldspar

and quartz.

So he was driving on
an unpaved road.

Probably near
a water source.

Plus pollen from elms,
ash, and red maple.

All of which are ubiquitous
to the Boston area.

Did you memorize the files?

Some cases stay with you.

Okay, so the slug's no good.

And Debbie Baron's body
can't tell us anything.

Uh, we don't have
any avenues

that haven't already
been explored and exhausted.

Forensic advances.

Maybe.

But the holdouts
on the jury,

why'd they dig
their heels in?

'Cause there were
no bodies?

Yes, that.

But mainly because
I couldn't definitively

put Tony Baron
at the crime scene.

He had an alibi.

His mother.

Who said he was with her
from the time

he got off work that day,
'til noon the next day.

She came across sweet

and honest and I couldn't
shake her off the lie.

I gotta hand it to you
for thoroughness.

It's gonna be just like before,
isn't it?

The bastard...

just laughing at me.

I just...I get...

aaagh!

I need to take a walk.

Could you, um, back off?

I am not gonna open
your gigantic file.

It's healthier to explore
your issues

than bottle 'em up.

Oh, God.

I'm sorry about my mother.

She's just a little put out
about dinner last night.

Not everything is about her.

I know, but
she thinks it is, so...

She treats me
like I am trash

and you just stand there.

She's my mother, okay?

And I am having your child.

Pregnancy trumps menopause.

Is this what your daughter's
gonna have to put up with?

Sorry.

[beeping]

Did you get a hit
on a print?

Uh...yeah.
[clears throat]

Who is it?

Somebody who was arrested
30 years ago.

For what?

Streaking
at an anti-nuke rally.

Move.

I wanna know
who touched my file.

Okay.

Oh, my God.

[Elaine]
Uh, yeah, that's me.

[laughing]
Wow.

They didn't even
let me fix my hair.

There's really no excuse
for that.

I mean, what would it
have taken?

15 seconds?

Why are your fingerprints
on Jeffrey's file?

I know how
you people operate.

I'm not saying a word

until my lawyer gets here.

Hey, look, we all fail
from time to time.

I promised Debbie's mother
I'd make Tony Baron

pay for what he did.

So why this case?

Why'd it stay with you
for so long?

Well, first it was
the challenge

of getting a conviction
with no bodies

and then Debbie's mother.

Tony Baron
was such an arrogant jerk.

And I was engaged
at the time.

I...

she broke it off.

She didn't wanna marry
an obsessive workaholic.

God, I'm sorry, uh...

Now this case cost me
two years of my life.

And a relationship.

Did you find anything
in the files?

No. No.

No, the only way
we're gonna solve this

is to find Liz Gibson.

But we've searched
everywhere.

You were looking
for a body.

What if she's still alive?

You think she survived too.

The one thing
that we have now

that you didn't back then
is Debbie Baron.

Where's she been
for the past six years?

If we track her back,

it might lead us
to her friend.

Dead or alive.

You called Dr. Marlen
28 times

in the last two days.

So?
That's a crime?

Elaine, just tell me why--

Marty, you're here
to protect my rights.

If you didn't kill him,

why not just
answer the question?

If?

Do you really think

a petite woman like me
could harpoon that palooka?

Get real.

Why did you call?

Your fingerprints
are on on Jeffrey's file.

And your blood.

You were in
Dr. Marlen's office.

My business
is none of your concern.

[Marty]
Elaine, just tell him.

Are you serious?

Okay.
[clears throat]

Jeffrey had begun
to insinuate

that I was the source

of all his problems.

Which, of course,
is ridiculous.

So I stopped by...

to straighten things out.

When?

Two days ago.

And when I tried
to reference his file,

that so-called doctor,
he snatched it away from me.

And I cut myself.

Reference?

Of course.
He's my son.

Better him than me.

You stop it!

I have to go.
Arrest Mrs. Hoffman.

Excuse me?

You don't have
sufficient evidence for that.

The charge is assaulting
a police officer.

And I got plenty of evidence.
Cuff her.

[Elaine] Is he serious?

Did you have to arrest her?

I feel your pain, brother.
I do.

But she's in my way.

CSU found a weapon
in the dumpster.

Do me a favor,
after you bail her out,

chain her to something.

Jeffrey!

Mom.

I'm sorry.

Dash of gluthathione,
a pinch of sodium nitrate,

plus your friend's
magic potion.

And...

One scientific revolution
coming right up.

[scoffs]

I will not
let your pessimism

shatter my confidence.

Did I say anything?

Moment of truth.

The DNA is not degrading.

That's good.

[Nigel]
But the sodium channels
aren't responding.

It's not working.

Science is about
trial and error.

I wanted magic.

Well, what about an accident?

What?

Hand me that spray bottle.

Fingerprints.

[Kate]
On a damp sponge.

That's eight hours
of lab time...

in a few squirts
of a bottle.

Congratulations.

You've got yourself
a little magic.

Whoo-hoo!

Ha!

Hey, guy.

Hey!

What is wrong
with you people?

Does personal space
mean nothing?

Just looking.

The killer
didn't carve his name

in the handle.

There's a little bit
of blood here.

All this white powder.

Look, I will determine
whether or not

it is Dr. Marlen's blood.

I will identify
the white powder.

After which,
I will let you know

what I've found.

Pardon me for being interested
in the case.

You think Jeffrey's mother
could have done this?

I have no idea.

Their relationship
is so toxic.

Maybe this co-parenting thing

is a bad idea.

I mean, I just want
what's best for Madelyn.

But...what do you think?

Look, I can't decide for you
what you want.

Okay?

You could
be a sounding board.

What, forever?

Look, in a couple
of weeks...

you're gonna be holding
a tiny little girl

who's gonna depend on you
for everything.

You need to jump
in one direction

or the other.

Hey.

My mother slapped Woody.

He arrested her on assault.

Uh...

speaking of your mother...

Oh, yeah, I know, I know.

She's gotta leave us alone.

And uh, I'll uh,
talk to her.

Jeffrey...

I can't let her
ruin Madelyn's life too.

I don't know
what I'd do without you.

You and Madelyn.
I...

You're all I have.

Oh, Jeffrey.

You don't have me.

No no, no.
I know.

I just...
I mean...

You know, as co-parents.

We'll be raising
a child together.

I know she's
your daughter too.

But I want sole custody.

You know
this isn't working.

You can't do that.

Jeffrey...

It's not like I'm gonna
cut her out of your life.

We just can't do it
this way.

Your mother's
discharge papers

are ready, Mr. Brandau.

You can pick her up at the front desk.

What?

That's a relief...

Don't think
that's gonna get you home.

You offering
to give me a lift?

We run the serial number,

we find out
who sold her the bike.

It's possible
she had it serviced

at the same shop.

Uh, it's possible
she built a relationship

with the staff there.

It's possible
we might catch a break.

[laughing]
You're kidding.

You see me on TV?

Talking about
what a moron you were?

I did.

You gonna try again?

Hey, can I help you?

Yeah, I wanna make
funeral arrangements

for my wife...
who died recently.

Reception
can do that for you.

Debbie's bike?

Shame what happened to her.

Read me the serial number.

6J47...

M...
No, NP3.

[typing]
[beeps]

Purchased 9/12/02.

Rodney's Bike Shop,
Sudbury.

I choose to believe
that Rodney will have

the information
we're looking for.

I choose to believe he knows
where Debbie was living.

Thanks.

I should choose to be
on your side more often.

Yeah.

Spartan, just like you.

Clutter leads to chaos.

Well, she liked
ancient history.

It's a good way
to forget the present.

The lease on this place...

it's dated two weeks
after she disappeared.

Cash receipts.

She seems to have
paid cash for everything.

Huh.
Where'd she get it?

I don't know.

Take a look at this.

This was just taken
a few months ago.

Her mother knew.

You begged me
to put Tony away

for killing Debbie.

And all along you knew
she was alive, didn't you?

Didn't you?

I worked night and day
for two years on this.

I came here
and kept you informed

every step of the way.

I wrote you a six-page apology
after the trial

because I felt
I betrayed you!

If Tony knew she was alive,
he would have killed her.

I wanted him to go to prison.

You do whatever
you have to do

to protect your child.

What happened that night?

And where's Liz Gibson?
Is she alive too?

[Jordan]
We need you to help us.

Did Lily take off?

Yeah.
She coming back?

Didn't say.

You going for a record,
fewest words in a sentence?

I get tired of talking.

Okay, what's going on, Bug?

You know, I'm just sick
of hearing about Jeffrey

and his troll of a mother.

Why does Lily think
that I can fix it all?

Well, she's going through
a rough patch.

Maybe she's just looking
for a little support.

Dr. Marlen's daughter's
on her way in

from Portland.

Might not get here
'til tomorrow night.

If Lily's not here,
you're gonna have to take it.

Okay.

Is there any movement
on the case?

Well, the blood
on the murder weapon

is the doctor's.

[beeps]

And...the mysterious
white powder

is a mixture
of calcium sulfate,

wood pulp, perlight,
and boric acid?

Drywall dust.

From really cheap drywall.

Not many contractors in Boston
used wallboard that crappy

in the last six months.

You were the only one
who was also

on Dr. Marlen's
patient list.

D.G. Tolchuck.

As in Donald Gene Tolchuck.

As in "Another Fine Project
by Donald Gene Construction."

You guys have a deal?

You fix his building,
he fixes your head?

He wouldn't stop harping.

The door jams, the molding.

Everything I did was wrong.

He sounded just like
my father.

So you killed him?

He knew that I was fragile.

This the guy?

That him?

The contractor?

He got upset
Dr. Marlen took issue

with his shoddy craftsmanship.

If somebody doesn't like something you do,

you do it over, you don't...

you don't go around
stabbing people,

for God's sake.

He as a great man.

Very sorry, Jeffrey.

Yeah.

Hey, Bug!

Can I ask you something?

Sure.

What's been going on between
you and Lily since, uh...

for the past few months?

Nothing.

Oh, you went with her
to pick out

the color for the nursery.

You were out of town.

And then you helped her
paint it.

Lily and I are friends.

Oh, you're friends?

She walked out
of our wedding,

and she went to you.

I need you to step out.

Out of her life.

For Madelyn.

You know, we don't get
to make decisions for Lily.

I love her, Bug.

So do I.

[Anne]
The night Debbie got shot...

the night
Tony did what he did...

She came here.

With Liz?

No.

Liz was dead.

Debbie told me that...

when she showed up.

You know,
four in the morning?

Wounded.
In shock.

She walked
from God knows where.

She didn't know
where she'd been.

She only remembered pieces.

Gunshots.

Liz's dead eyes.

She must have
staggered away

from wherever
Tony dumped them.

I guess adrenaline took over.
Will to live.

But somehow she managed
to find her way back here.

She was crying.

She was terrified.

He shot her in the arm.

And she begged me
not to call the police.

What about a hospital?

She seemed okay, physically.
She wasn't bleeding.

No blood?

What's wrong?

Well, the bullet
nicked an artery.

She should have
been bleeding.

She wasn't.

What would account for that?

Freezing temperatures.It was July.

Salt water,
mud covering the wound.

But once out of the water,
or the mud got cleaned off,

bleeding.

[Ivers]
Something must have
stopped it.

Leaches.
Leaches.

I picked 10 or 12 of them
off of her.

She can't have
come far then.

Leaches don't survive long
out of the water.

Are there any lakes
or swamps nearby?

[dogs barking]

I've got a good feeling
about this.

You said that
about the last place.

So did you.

[dog barks]

Oh.

One of the rugs
from Liz Gibson's living room.

Oh.

Looks like
we hit the jackpot.

It's damaged.

Will you be able
to match it?

I don't know.

But you wanna hang around here
talking about it

or you wanna
go give it a try?

You're seriously
gonna put yourself

through this again?

We found what's left
of Liz Gibson's body.

[Jordan]
Yeah, great hiding place.

And thanks
for wrapping her up.

That bullet you fired
was still in there.

The slug
you killed her with...

and one from your gun.

Good luck.

That gun was stolen.

[Ivers] Uh, I've got a pawn shop owner that says otherwise.

Oh, and the DA
is re-filing the case.

Sorry, I won't get to try it,
but I'll be there.

Every day.
Right behind you.

When I was at the morgue,
before, you know...

oh, back when we all
wanted to strangle you.

Yes.

Sorry.

I didn't get
what you do there.

No problem.

Anymore.

Thanks.

No, you did good.

And so simply by combining
one, two, three, four...

common chemicals,
we can instantly

illuminate fingerprints
on porous surfaces.

Ladies and gentlemen
of the AAC,

that concludes
my presentation.

Not bad.

That's not what
it's supposed to be.

Well, few things ever are.

Glad I could help.

Why did you?What?

I mean, you never
raise a finger

to help anyone
around here.

You're welcome.

You know, did I just
go out of my way

to help save you
from public humiliation?

And so you know, I have friends.

Friends who thank me
when I do them a favor.

And don't demand
that I change my nature

to fit in with the cool kids.

They also have more
in their lives than work.

And they try their damndest
to be grownups.

They are, in short, human.

Um...

thank you.

You're welcome.

It means so much
to hear that.

My father must have
thought the world of you.

[Lily]
He was
an incredible therapist.

He helped
a lot of people.

I guess I'd better get back
to my other life.

Stockpiling diapers,
reading baby books.

[clears throat]

I, um,
I ran into Jeffrey.

He invited me
out of your life.

I told him that I--

Aaah.

Oh...
Lily?

Are you okay?

Ah...

What is it?

Hah...

[breathing heavily]

The baby.

What, now?

Uh-huh.

Okay.

All right, then,
we need to get you

to a hospital.

I don't think
there's time.

Okay, then we need a doctor.

You are a doctor!

I am a doctor, but we...

No, no,
we need another doctor.

Dr. Macy!
Oooh!

Okay, sit.
No no no no.

Up!
Walk and breathe.

Hoo.
Hoo.

[blowing]

[breathing loudly]

We can lay you down in...

I am not giving birth
in autopsy!

Aaah!

Hoo!

What's wrong?

Baby.
Now?

I think so.

Oh, my God, we have to get you
to the doctor.

You're all doctors!

What is it?
What's going on?

Tell Dr. Macy. Take it easy.

Oh, we're having the baby?
Now?

Okay, just breathe.
Just breathe.

This is great.
You're doing great.

Just get it out of me,
please!

Hold on, Nigel.
Hold on, hold on.

No problem.

That's great.
You're doing great.

Just go again.
We're gonna push again.

Okay, one more push.

Right now.

Are you kidding?

You're doing great, Lily.

Head's coming out.

Push.

[yelling]

That's it, that's it!

Head's right there.

Okay, here you go.

[yelling]

Bingo!

Towel.
Towel.

See, that wasn't
so difficult, was it?

Oh, that's easy
for you to say.

Okay, I'm gonna go see
about the ambulance.

Nigel.
Call the hospital too.

[baby crying]

Hi, honey.

She's precious.

Of course she is.

[all laughing and cooing]

She looks just like you.

Good job.

[Lily] Thank you.

[Kate]
You did a great job.

I will never
back away from you again.