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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.