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[Massive Attack's
"Unfinished Sympathy" plays]

♪ Hey, hey, hey, hey

♪

[female newscaster]
The body of millionaire
Davis Perry

was found early this morning
in Boston Common,

the apparent victim
of a mugging gone awry.

Dr. Cavanaugh, from
the Medical Examiner's office,

what can you tell us?

Weather report
calls for rain,

but hey, don't believe
everything you hear.

[Woody] How many of you guys were on duty

at the time--
Actually, hold that thought.

I'll be right back.
Jordan!

Top o' the mornin' to ya.

Yeah. These people
need to get a life.

Yeah, well, they're all
wishing they had his.

Davis Perry, 42 years old,

lived yonder
in the Chadwick Towers.

His wallet was missing,
but we did ID him off of this.

"World United Charities."

Seems Mr. Perry
was quite the do-gooder.

Anybody worth
a gazillion dollars

oughta be
spreading the wealth.

Lividity's set.

He's been dead at least
eight hours.

Two gunshot wounds
to the chest.

Only one stayed
at the party.

I'll have my boys look
for the other bullet.

There's no soil on his shoes.

But these scratch marks
here,

they're drag marks.

Perry wasn't killed here.

It seems that death
is not a bed of roses.

What do you make of these, Jordan?

Track marks from a golf cart?

Or a car.

Mr. Gerloff.

Jake Gerloff, Head of Security
here at Chadwick Towers,

this is Dr. Jordan Cavanaugh of
the Medical Examiner's office.

Those cars,
who do they belong to?

The Towers maintain
a fleet of 30.

Who has access to them?

Every resident
and all the staff.

Well, that narrows
things down.

[cell phone ringing]

Excuse me.

Cavanaugh.

[male voice]
Don't take things
at face value.

I never do. Who is this?

Look, pal, tying up
an ME's phone line

while you do the one-hand salute
is kinda like a felony,

so please--

That's not
where he died.

How do you figure that?

Do your job, you'll see.

Oh, but you're doing it
so well for me.

Unless you're just a reporter
fishing around for information.

There's a pair of cufflinks
in his left pants pocket.

I said left.

Now do you believe me?

[suspenseful rock music]

♪

This guy was no crank,
Woody.

He knew too much--about
the body, the cufflinks.

Why you?

That news reporter,
uh, she said my name.

They must have been
reporting live.

Ten seconds on the Internet,

he could have gotten
your phone number.

You sure he was
watching you?

Could still be,
for all I know.

Some sick
cat-and-mouse game.

All right, well, I'll put
a trace on your phone.

But if he calls again--I know, I know.

Keep him on the line
as long as possible.

No, I wasn't going
to say that.

Don't piss him off.

If he is our killer,
it could make things worse.

Don't worry,
I know how to play nice.

I do, really.

[bell ringing]

[cell door slams shut]

I thought you had
the thankless job

of grim reaper.

It's grief counselor, Detective,
and it's far from thankless.

The Department
requires Ms. Lebowski

to do 80 hours
of field work.

Ah. Watch and learn,
sweetheart.

Sweetheart?

[guard]
This is how I found him.

[Macy] What time was that?

0600--We do a cell check
every two hours.

Who is he?

Not sure.

Picked him up at Logan
nine months ago

using a fake passport.

He'd flown in from Sudan,
didn't speak English.

So you don't even
know his name?

Couldn't pronounce
the one on his passport,

so we called him Kenny.

How'd he land in solitary?

Prisoner refused to eat.

Disobeyed orders.

You mean orders in English?

Any other prisoners
have access to him?

No, not in here.

Well, this was
a wasted trip.

You find anything funky,
Dr. Macy, give me a call.

His personal effects.

My gift to you,
Grief Counselor.

Let's get him down.

Nice sound bite
this morning, Jordan.

"No comment"
just seemed too easy.

You oughta give easy
a try sometime.

How's it going?

I'm placing time of death

somewhere between 10 pm
and 1:00 this morning.

The fundraiser ended at 10:30.

Oh, you were there?

Yeah, I get invited
to these things all the time.

And I go when it's
a good cause.

Life as a big mucky-muck.

You see Perry there?

From afar.

We didn't exactly run
in the same circles.

Guy really had the life.

Most eligible bachelor
in Boston,

worth zillions of dollars.

That's right, so there'll be
lots of eyes on this.

Keep it by-the-book.

Sure, take all
the fun out of it.

Hey, pass me one of
those scrapers, please?

What'd ya find?

Looks like...

blood and tissue,
indicative of a struggle.

I'll have Sydney run it.

All right, thanks.

Hi.

Jordan, some cheeky bastard
left you a message.

But he didn't
leave his name.

"Check the far left dumpster
behind the west tower."

Go find Woody,
let him know about this.

Let the games begin.

Did you see Mr. Perry come back
from the fundraiser?

No, no, but he, uh,

he always used
the private resident entrance

rather than the main lobby.

I'd like to see the surveillance
tapes for that entrance, please.

So would I, but, unfortunately,
the cameras were disabled

while we overhaul
the security system.

The design of this place

is a little bit more form
than function.

Sounds safer in my
$700-a-month apartment.

Yeah, well, now,
the new system

can withstand
a terrorist attack:

full security lock-down,
scrambled phone frequency--[elevator bell chimes]

It's basically
one giant safe house.

This is Mr. Perry's
right here.[cell phone ringing]

This is Hoyt.

Hey, what's up, Nigel?

I'm on it.

Before we go inside,

could you take me
to the garbage dumpsters

behind the west tower?

Nigel, you were in
the military, right?

Counterintelligence
for the Royal Navy.

I'd tell you more, but then
I'd have to kill you.

What do you make of this?

Oh, cool.
Queen Victoria Medal of Honor.

1898, that's
during the Sudan War,

led by the great Kitchener
of Khartoum,

or K of K, as he was
more commonly known.

How you know this stuff
is beyond me.

It's all part of
the Townsend mystique, luv.

Hey, look, there's
some initials here: AS.

Can you find out
who it belonged to?

I could do
some research,

come up with a list
of honorees.

You're a dream.

Yeah, a regular
genie in a bottle.

[Bug]
Infected ulcers
on both legs,

inflammation around
the ankles and knees.

There's also swelling
on the wrists

and severe
abdominal bruising.

None of this is
indicative of a hanging.

No, but it's all consistent
with physical abuse.

What about this?

[Macy]
That's older
than nine months.

Facial scarification is common
amongst African tribes.

It's usually part of
an initiation rite,

like a boy's journey
into manhood.

This is weird.

Ligature abrasions
are bland.

Why's that weird?

[Bug]
Blood flowing to the brain

usually causes
a pinkish discoloration.

But if the blood had already
stopped flowing...

You mean like,
if he was already dead?

Kenny didn't hang himself.

Someone else did.

What is it you're looking for?

I'm hoping I'll know that
when I see it.

Huh.

All right.

Oh, yeah.

Got somethin' here.

If I could just hook it
with my foot.

Come on. Come to papa.
Come on.

I almost got it--Ah, man.

[squishing noises]

That's why I get paid
the big bucks.

We have the same job,
you and I.

We're trying to
keep the peace.

But sometimes the stress can
make you overreact, am I right?

I used necessary
and appropriate force.

And that excuses Kenny's
bruises, bleeding lesions,

and swollen joints?

Well, some days I watch
50, 60 inmates.

I got a right
to protect myself.

What about Kenny's rights?

He was an illegal,
he didn't have any.

I think you wanted
to teach him a lesson,

but things got out of hand.

You went beyond necessary
and appropriate,

and you killed him.

But hey, you were
just doing your job,

you shouldn't have
to take the fall.

So you rigged the fake suicide to get yourself off the hook.

It's a nice fairy tale.

Stick to your story
as long as you want,

but eventually,
the dead always talk.

Two names on the list matched
the initials on the medal.

Aman Sidra, Abraham Sawa.

But facial scarification
is most common

among the Dinka tribe
of Southern Sudan.

And that was
Abraham Sawa's tribe.

Right, so now all you gotta do
is to track his lineage.

To find his 22-year-old

great great great
great grandson.

Great work, Nancy Drew.

Whatever family Kenny has,

they deserve to know
what happened to him.

[door closes]

Oh! How did it go
with the prison guard?

He's playing hard to get,

but that just makes me
want him all the more.

Lily, Dr. Macy,
you need to see this.

I was looking for broken bones,
healed fractures,

anything signaling abuse.

You see that?

More like what don't I see.

There are no
ossification centers

at either end
of the clavicle.

Lily, how old did
you say Kenny was?

Twenty-two,
according to his file. Why?

When we're born, our clavicle
is pure cartilage.

As we get older, we grow
ossification centers

that fuse into bones.

This generally happens
at age 17.

Which means Kenny
couldn't have been 22.

He probably
wasn't even 17 yet.

He was just a kid.

[Bug] Yeah, stuck in an adult prison.

How in the world
did this happen?

Let's open him up
and find out.

[elevator bell chimes]

Caliber seems to match

the bullet holes
in Perry's chest.

I'll know for sure
after an autopsy.

[Nigel]
Someone offered me free rent,
I wouldn't say no.

Before you move in, let's see
if it's our crime scene.

Guy was quite
the art collector.

Lucky bastard even had Tivo.

Cleaning lady coulda been
doing a better job.

What, did you find
something, Woody?

Broken piece of DVD.

Musta gotten two thumbs down.

Hm, I'll see if I can
reconstruct some frames.

[Jordan]
Hey, Woody, these look
like drag marks to you?

Can't really tell
in this light.

[Jordan]
Hey!

There could be
arterial spatter on those.

Oh, I'm sorry.
I just thought--

Thank you, Mr. Gerloff,
thank you.

We got it from here,
thanks.[cell phone ringing]

Cavanaugh.

[male voice]
The snake is gone.

Oh, I bet you're really
getting off on this, aren't you?

Leading us around
by our noses.

Jordan, Jordan,
is that our guy?

Don't piss him off.
Don't piss him off.

You see the aboriginal
painting, the alligator?

A snake used to hang there.

Oh, is, uh, is that
why you killed Perry,

for a lousy painting?

You find something?

Yeah, you know we did.

Since you're the one
who put it there.

Oh, you son of a bitch.

Jordan!

[elevator bell chimes]

It's got to be this one.

Open up!
I know you're in there!

Open up, Boston PD!

Watch out,
he could be armed.

I'm with this crazy cop who
you do not want to piss off,

so if you know what's
good for you, open the door.

Hands, let me see your hands.

[phone beeping]

Gotta love redial.

[cell phone ringing]

Game over, pal.

I'm Detective Woody Hoyt,
Boston PD.

You already spoke with
Jordan Cavanaugh.

Now who the hell are you?

Louis Jeffries.

Louis Jeffries, the artist?

You can put the gun away.
I'm no killer.

You're about to get
your 15 minutes

down at the station,
Andy Warhol.I can't go.

I don't think
it's really your call.

No--no, I can't!
Look, I've killed no one.

Then explain
the cryptic phone calls.

[Woody]
You a peeping Tom?

Is that what's going on
around here?

I'm an artist. I observe.

Observe. Peep. Same difference.

You're still going in.

Hey, you all right?

I'm having some
trouble breathing.

Come on, Jordan,

I've seen better acting
in reality television.

Woody, stop,
he's hyperventilating.

I can't leave!

Louis, Louis,
you look at me.

Look at me.

Take deep breaths.

Slow, nice and slow.

Slow it down.

It's okay.
Nice and easy, slow and deep.

[Lily] Once I knew his real name,

took me all of ten minutes
to learn the rest.

Kenier Sawa
of Darfur, Sudan.

His father died
a political prisoner,

his mother was raped and
murdered in a military coup.

And get this, Garret,
he was only 15.

Well, who decided
he was 22?

Immigration and Customs
Enforcement,

aka Homeland Security.

They used a dental exam with
a three-year margin of error,

or, in this case,
seven years.

You are the meatball grinder.

I am the tofurkey burger.

Tofurkey?

Fake turkey.
You want to try?

I'd rather eat sand.

I'm halfway through
Kenny's autopsy--

Kenier.

His liver was ruptured,

most likely from a sharp blow
to the abdomen.

Another strike against
our corrections officer.

You know what gets me?

If Homeland Security
had just placed Kenier

in a juvenile facility,
he'd probably still be alive.

You're right, but there's
nothing we can do about it now.

Oh, yeah? Watch me.

Agoraphobia, what is that,
like a fear of heights?

It's a fear of going outside.

You freaked out because

you didn't wanna
leave your apartment?

I haven't been outside
in over two years.

You still have
a lot of explaining to do.

I saw something strange

in Perry's apartment
last night.

I-It wasn't until
I saw the news this morning

that I realized that
he'd been murdered.

I had to tell someone,

but I didn't want
to get involved.

You actually saw
Perry murdered.

No, but I saw him
arguing with this guy.

And he was wearing a tuxedo also.

Pretty soon after that, I saw Perry come out

with what looked like blood on his chest.

And before I could
tell for sure,

he disappeared
behind the blinds.

What time was this?

Uh, 11:30.

How did you know about
the gun in the dumpster?

You found the gun?

We found a gun.

I saw somebody messing
around the dumpster

about half an hour later.

Looked like they were
trying to bury something.

It was weird.

Did you see who it was?

It was too dark.

Would you be able to describe
this tuxedo guy?

I can do you one better.

Wow, an original
Louis Jeffries.

I hope it helps.

The first panic attack

is usually triggered
by some stressful event.

Agoraphobes live
in constant fear

of that panic returning,
of losing control.

It's a lot more common
than people think,

but since agoraphobes
never leave the house...

Out of sight, out of mind.
Thanks, Lily.

Don't tell me you're buying

into this whole Macaulay Culkin,
"Home Alone" routine.

Jeffries knows way too much
about the victim,

he's got some
crock-pot alibi--

I don't know if
he killed Perry or not,

but I saw the fear in his eyes
during that attack, Woody.

It was real.

Jordan, the guy
is a freak show!

Spoken like a man
without any problems.

What are you talking about?
I got problems.

I didn't mean deciding what tie
to wear this morning.

What's the matter
with this tie?

I'm just saying that
maybe the rest of the world

isn't quite as, uh,
well-adjusted as you are.

All I'm saying
is that all we have

is Jeffries' word for it.

And this drawing?

I mean, come on,
for all we know,

tuxedo guy is just
another figment

of this guy's
overactive imagination.

I'm working, really.
The DVD re-image is calibrating.

Chill, Nige.

Still think
he's a freak show?

Who drew this?

You denying that it's you?

No, it's a fine likeness.

My compliments to the artist.

You're not denying that you were
at Perry's apartment last night?

Davis forgot
his humanitarian award.

I went by to drop it off.

Heard things got
a little...heated?

The award was a surprise,

and Davis got upset that
the evening became about him.

What time did you
leave his apartment?

Maybe 11:00?

I remember talking
to the Security Guard,

saying good-bye as I left.

Do you save the whales?

Nigel.

[cell phone ringing]

Excuse me.

[Nigel]
With your permission,
Mr. Saunders,

I'd like to get
a DNA sample.

If you must.

Open sesame.

Cheers.

Sorry about that.

What can you tell us about
this girl, right there?

Nicole Wheeler,
she was Davis' girlfriend.

Beautiful, but a handful.

You know where
we could find her?
No.

She was heading to Davis'
last night as I was leaving.

Mr. Saunders, thank you
very much for your time.

Certainly.

That was Jordan
on the phone.

The blood found under
Perry's fingernails was female.

Beautiful but a handful,
indeed.

I'll take care of it.

Thank you.

Ms. Lebowski.

My office. Now.

That's just the way
I like to end my day,

with a visit
from Homeland Security

telling me to leash
my employee.

I had to do something,
Garret.

What, by going over my head?

The last thing I need in this
morgue is another loose cannon.

Kenier shouldn't have
been in that prison.

He was a kid.

Someone had to stand up
for him, Garret,

someone has to make sure that
his life meant something.

Yeah, and we do that
by doing our jobs.

The police do their part,
we do ours.

We're gonna get
the son of a bitch

who killed this boy.

But emotions creep in,
and mistakes get made.

So I'm supposed to care
but not too much?

There's a way to do things.

There are systems in place--

The system let Kenier down!

Every system has cracks, Lily.

The sooner you accept that--

No, I can't.

I won't.

Just do your job, Lily.

Nothing more, nothing less.

Just like you, Dr. Macy?

[knock on door]

[beeping]

Come in.

You can't exactly
pretend you're not home.

I've been expecting you.

You have?

Yeah.

We both have
something in common.

An inquisitive nature.

Did you know you have
the same floor plan as Perry?

See, you are inquisitive.

I have one of your prints
in my apartment.

They're a lot more
colorful in person.

Like most things.

Can I get you a drink?

Oh, water's fine.

I'm still on the clock.

Something tells me
you're never off.

You sure you didn't
see anyone else

in the apartment that night?

A woman maybe?

No. Why?

[pouring drinks]

We found female blood
under Perry's fingernails.

That doesn't surprise me.

Perry's bedroom should've had
a revolving door on it.

Don't worry, I'm no pervert.

I never watched.

Oh, I don't know,
I might've.

Look, I have to ask.
What happened?

I mean, you were the "it" guy
of the New York art scene.

Any artist would have cut off
his left ear to have your life.

One minute I'm the clichéd
struggling artist,

the next, somebody
dubbed me the new Basquiat.

Cut to opening in SoHo
three years later...

I'm watching these
chardonnay-swilling experts

rejecting me based on their own
dislike of the color green,

and I snapped.

Couldn't breathe,
my chest got tight,

I felt dizzy.

That must've been scary.

I thought I was dying.

The next day,
I moved back to Boston.

Relocating to avoid
your problems.

I've been there.

Pretty soon, I just stopped
going out, period.

Now, somehow, this...fear
has become my muse.

While out there...

At least out there, you don't
have to face life alone.

That would require trust.

Which leads me to ask...

what are you
really doing here?

I need to know that
you had nothing to do

with Perry's murder.

Well, trust me,
Dr. Cavanaugh...

I didn't.

It's Jordan.

And if I find out
that you did...

I checked Kenier's eyes
under the stereo microscope.

His retinas were seriously
deteriorated.

He was almost blind.

There's no way that
could have been caused

by physical abuse.

No, but it does explain
his bad attitude.

I mean, poor kid not
only couldn't communicate,

he could barely see
a foot in front of him.

He wasn't the only one
not seeing clearly.

It's a cross-section
of Kenier's liver.

Check it out.

Crescent-shaped blood cells?

He had sickle cell anemia.

That explains everything:
the leg ulcers, the swelling.

Benz didn't kill him,
sickle cell did.

[elevator bell chimes]

I tried calling you
last night.

I went to see Louis Jeffries.

Without me?

He's an eyewitness, Woody.
He's not the bad guy.

So why'd you call?

Perry's girlfriend's
conveniently disappeared.

I got an APB out on her.

I presume Jeffries,
being one of them there

good-looking
artsy-fartsy types,

had nothing to do with your
little house call last night.

By the way, how is Devan?

Dr. Maguire?

How should I know?

[Nigel]
Woody!

I finally finished
those prints.

Took me bloody forever,
but you were spot on.

I knew it!
I knew it!

What?

Guess whose fingerprints
I found on a crystal vase

in Perry's apartment?

Jimmy Hoffa?

Even better.

Louis Jeffries,
your alleged agoraphobe.

[Massive Attack's
"Unfinished Sympathy"]

♪ Hey, hey, hey, hey

♪

It's a mistake.

Forensics don't lie,

right, Jordan?

Louis, we matched prints
from the drawing you gave us

to ones found on a vase
found in Perry's apartment.

A crystal vase?

Yeah.

A couple of weeks ago,

an airmail package got
delivered here by accident.

They got 901 west
mixed up with 901 east.

I opened it up
and I saw the vase,

then I knew it wasn't mine,

so I called the courier
to come pick it up.

And they'll have records
showing this, right?

How should I know?

Now, what about
this little qwinky-dink?

A photo with you with Perry's
missing girlfriend?

You know Nicole Wheeler?

We dated, sort of.

I broke it off
months ago.

Wow, you really had me going,
Louis.

Just a good Samaritan
tryin' to help out.

Turns out you were
covering for your ex.

Okay, yes, I did see
Nicole there,

at Perry's that night.

You lied.

Only because I knew that
she had nothing to do with this.

So you still have
feelings for her.

No, I--

She was a groupie.

When I stopped going out,

she kept me company,
ran errands.

We hooked up
for a little while, but...

She became
fixated on Perry.

She'd watch him
for hours.

That's when
I kicked her out.

Right, she's the crazy one.

I am not crazy!

[Woody]
Whoa, whoa, whoa.

I think we just
touched a nerve, Jordan.

Yeah, must've been
hard watching your ex

get it on with another guy.

If you were the jealous type,

it might've pushed you right over the edge.

Or right out
the front door,

which is exactly
where you're going.

No, no, I can't!
You know I can't go!

Actually,

the law says
I can make you go.

No. You've got nothing on me!

You arrest me, and I'll be
back here in an hour.

Well, Jordan,

I don't think
he's a flight risk.

But I'm still putting
a uniform in the lobby.

Let me tell you something.

Perry's girlfriend shows up,

you're gonna be
trading this prison

for a cold, damp one.

I leaned on Benz
till he came clean.

He said Kenny threw a fit,
crying, screaming.

Sickle cell blocks the flow of
blood through narrow vessels.

It can be quite painful.

Benz roughed him up
to quiet him down.

Next thing he knew, Kenny went
limp and stopped breathing.

Benz panicked,
faked the hanging.

[Macy]
Okay, he didn't kill Kenny,

but don't tell me you're
letting him off the hook?

No, he's being charged
with criminal misconduct

for faking the suicide.

Kenier was really sick.

How could nobody have noticed?

Nobody cared.

Everybody was just
doing their jobs,

nothing more,
nothing less.

Except for me.

You're gonna love me for this.

Can't wait.

I found a note in Kenny's
immigration file.

It mentions a possible relative
living here in Boston.

Is there a name,
anything to go on?

No, nothing you could
make heads nor tails of.

Me, on the other hand...

It's Asmina Chol.

She lives over
in Randolph.

She's the kid's aunt.

Detective.

You have restored
my faith in humanity.

[male singer
in African dialect]

♪

My people were a proud tribe.

But after years of war,
no more cattle,

no more land, no more dignity.

All Sudan offered Kenier
was death.

In America, there was such hope.

Ms. Chol, Kenier didn't
belong in that prison.

I've contacted a lawyer
who said that you have grounds

for a negligence lawsuit
against the prison

and Homeland Security--

But I'm not legal.

I do that, they will send me
back to Sudan.

That's why I didn't come forward
when he was arrested.

You knew Kenier was in Boston?

I arranged for his trip.

I live here with
my cousin's family,

and they said that Kenier
and Malik could live with us.

Who's Malik?

Kenier's younger brother.

Sickle cell anemia is genetic.

It's very likely
his brother has it too.

Is Malik here,
can we talk to him?

No.

Your authorities
have him as well.

Heard the Perry case
took a turn.

Yeah, right off a cliff.

We have Louis Jeffries'
prints on the scene.

His ex-girlfriend was Perry's
current girlfriend,

and his only alibi is that

he was psychologically incapable
of leaving his own apartment.

So what's the problem?

My own bruised ego.

I really bought
this guy's act.

Well, swallowing pride
never choked anyone, Jordan.

Yeah, but it leaves
a bad taste in my mouth.

I came back to the body hoping
it would prove me right,

but the trajectory
of Perry's wounds

only confirms that the shooter
was Jeffries' height.

Woody traced Nicole Wheeler

to her mum's place
in Vermont.

They've extradited her
to Boston.

She's down at the station.

It's about time.

Um, Jordan...

you know that DVD that
we found down at Perry's place?

Yeah.

I was able to digitize
a single frame.

And, um...

I think Woody
needs to see this.

Hey.

Hey yourself.

Look, Lily--If you're going to apologize,
Garret, don't bother.

You're right.

I'm Don Quixote,
chaser of windmills.

Don Quixote tried to bring order
to a chaotic world.

I consider that heroic.

Sure, except he failed
and died a miserable death.

You want to tell me
what's going on?

Kenier's 14-year-old brother
is in prison too,

but those androids
at Homeland Security

said that unless I have
his original birth certificate

or medical records proving
that he has sickle cell,

they can't do anything.

He's stuck in the same
screwed-up system

that killed his brother

and will probably
kill him too.

How's that for justice?

[Jordan]
Woody.

Check out those scratches.

Looks like we won't
need a DNA test.

So what's her story?

She broke up with Perry
at the fundraiser

after he admitted that
he was cheating on her.

When she went back to his place
to gather some of her stuff,

he was in the mood
for one final hurrah.

She was not,
hence the scratches.

He thought "no"
meant "yes."

She got away.

Claims that he was still alive
when she left.

Did you ask her
about Jeffries?

Confirmed that they broke up
three months ago.

Actually, she dumped him.

She got tired of his whole
homebody routine,

decided she was gonna
trade up for somebody

a little more extroverted.

You mean, perverted.

This is an image
we've pulled off the DVD

we found
in Perry's apartment.

Ask me, bastard got
what he deserved.

You know, Jordan, you tell me
I don't have any problems,

but this...

I've got a big problem with.

What's that?

Kiddie porn, Nicole.

I can't think of anything
more depraved, can you?

Why are you showing me this?

Because we found it in
your boyfriend's apartment!

You want to tell us what kind
of sick and twisted world

you two were playing in?

No, I've never--

I'm gonna be sick!

Get her to the bathroom.

Just--just get her
to the bath--

Woody, Woody,
she didn't kill Perry.

How do you know?

She can't be more than 5'5".

The shooter was at least
six feet tall.

Which brings us
right back to the artist

formerly known
as freak show.

So are you, uh, any closer
to finding the killer?

Hard to tell.

[dialing]

[number ringing]

Hello?

How does it feel being watched?

Look, I'm sorry

that I lied to you
about Nicole.

I'm over it.

Now who's lying?

Um, I'm gonna let you, uh...

Okay.

Why don't you, uh, walk me
through what you saw that night?

Where do I start?

Set the scene.

Were the shades up or down?

Up.

Now tell me about
Randall Saunders.

I didn't see him arrive.

He and Perry seemed deep
into an argument.

Perry looked drunk.

I remember he bumped
into the coffee table

while trying to take off
his cufflinks.

Saunders seemed pissed.

He made some final comment
to Perry and then he left.

When did Nicole arrive?

About ten minutes later.

She let herself in
with a keycard.

She carried a duffel bag.

She wasn't too happy
to find Perry there.

They argued.

And it carried over
into the library.

That's when Perry snapped.

He grabbed Nicole
and started kissing her.

Then the shades
in the library closed.

And you saw her leave?

A few minutes later.

Perry followed her out,

probably to make sure
she was gone.

[Jordan]
He looked okay,
no blood?

[Jeffries]
Just a smug smile.

He, uh, disappeared
back into the library

for about 20 minutes.

That's when I saw the blood.

And that's everything you saw.

Yes.

We know that Perry
was shot in the library,

so how'd the killer
get in here?

Maybe he was hiding
in the closet.

Not unless he was
a French Bordeaux.

We've got drag marks
telling us

that Perry was standing
about here when he was shot.

It also matches...

the bullet trajectory.

There was no stippling
around the wound.

So we know that he wasn't shot
at point blank range.

There's also
no gunpowder residue,

so the shooter had
to be standing at least, uh...

[bump]

in the bookcase.

I have about four feet
of clearance in my unit.

But aren't the floor plans
identical?

Maybe Perry had some
custom bookcases put in.

Louis, do you have
air vents above yours?

Vents?

No.

I don't know what
this is, uh...

Whoa.

What?

I found our snake.

Along with Perry's
kiddie porn collection.

[static on phone]

Louis?

Louis, are you there?

Louis, behind you!

Louis!

[muffled gunshot]

[whistling]

[trying light switch]

You can make this
easy or hard.

It's gonna end the same
either way.

[gunshots]

[running footsteps]

Gerloff.

click.

[Woody] Police!

Woody!

Jordan, you okay?

We gotta get to Louis.

[elevator bell chimes]

Louis!

Louis!

[dialing phone number]

This is Detective Hoyt.

I'm gonna need an ambulance

at the Chadwick Towers,
Unit 901 East.

No, I can't leave!

No, Louis, you need to go
to a hospital.

No, I can't.

Louis, look at me.

Louis, look at me!

You can. You can.

[Macy]
Mr. Hartwig.

You people don't take no
for an answer.

I know your job requires you
to err on the side of caution,

and I respect that.

But if Malik Sawa
has sickle cell anemia

and doesn't receive
the proper medical treatment,

you're gonna have another
dead teenager on your hands.

Dead bodies may be acceptable
in my line of work,

but I suspect they're a source
of unwanted press in yours.

Is that a threat, Doctor?

Only if you decide
to take it that way.

Look, here's the number
of the judge

handling Malik's
immigration hearing.

In the interest
of national security,

I suggest you have
that kid released

into his aunt's custody.

Have a nice evening.

Gerloff must've been standing
in here when he shot Perry.

That explains
the discrepancy in distance.

We'll ask him when
he gets out of surgery.

Yeah, and when Louis does,
we can both apologize.

I don't get it, Jordan.

Gerloff was in the lobby when
both Saunders and Nicole left.

So how'd he get in here
without being seen?

[Jordan] Looks like this leads to another apartment.

Perry wasn't just
into child pornography.

He was making it.

Jordan.

Check out the return address.

Randall Saunders,
I'm placing you under arrest

as an accessory
to the murder of Davis Perry

as well as the manufacture
and distribution

of child pornography.

I'd like to call my lawyer.

The Department of Justice
is gonna be all over your ass.

But you should
feel very fortunate

it's not going to be me.

So Perry, Gerloff, and Saunders
were partners,

but when Perry got too involved
in the merchandise,

he became a liability.

How you doing?

Keep talking.

It helps.

Wow, people usually
want me to shut up.

Would you take it
the wrong way

if I told you I was actually
glad you got shot?

Coming from you,
somehow, no.

It's just that it, you know,
got you out of your apartment,

and you lived
to tell about it.

Barely.

Look, the first step's
always the hardest.

And you're already
way past that.

Next thing you know,
you'll be traveling the world,

painting exotic landscapes
in faraway places.

Whoa.

I, uh...

I think the park will do
just fine for right now.

For now.

[African folk music plays]

♪

[Macy]
Can't feel my legs.

[Lily laughs]

You did a great thing, Garret.

Now that Malik's been
classified a juvenile,

he'll qualify
for asylum status.

I was just following your lead,
Donna Quixote.

Ya know, when it works...

this is what coming
to America is all about.

I am so honored
to have you here.

Thank you for bringing Malik
home to us.

We're sorry Kenier
couldn't join him.

Yes, but I know he is here,
in spirit.

I'm sure your brother
would want you to have this.

[male singer
in African dialect]

♪

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