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♪ Ohhhh, wham, bam,
thank you, ma'am. ♪

[David Bowie's
"Suffragette City"]

♪ Suffragette City

♪ A Suffragette City

♪ A Suffragette City...

I gotta get home.
I'm on call.

Yeah?
So am I.

Jordan, Jordan,
you gotta relax, okay?

You never go out.

You're, like, one of the
biggest losers I know.

So just loosen up
a little bit.

You're right.
I should.

♪

I'm sorry, Woody.

You know, we tried this
once before.

We have?

Yeah, you know,
that time in California.

Jordan, that was like a kiss
I'd give my aunt.

You French kiss your aunt?

It shouldn't take a man
this long

to get to first base, Jordan.

I don't know, Woody.

I'm really not
into baseball analogies.

They remind me of my dad,
you know.

And then I got him in my head.

And that gets even really warped for me.

You know what,
I'm--I'm sorry.

My bad.

No. No.
That's not--

No, really, I, uh,
I did have a very good time.

Thank you.

Yeah, so did I.

See ya later.

Good night, Woody.

[muttering]

[door creaks]

[hard rock cacophony]

[Receiver Off Hook beeping]

[phone rings]

Hello.

[Garret]
Jordan, I got a fatality
at a fire

on the 600 block of Beachum.

It's a storage facility.

I need you to get down there.

Now?

Yeah, now.
You're on call, remember?

I'm sorry.
Who is this again?

It's Garret.

Do I have to call
somebody else?

Jordan, is somethin' wrong?

I'll be there in 20 minutes.

Bet you wish
you'd let me stay.

What?We could've driven
over together.

Oh, yeah.

The fire was contained
in this unit right over here.

Looks like arson.

One body
right near the entrance.

No ID.

The unit's used for overflow
and evicted clients.

Stuff from hundreds of people
in there.

He's so...

Burned?

Dead.

Yeah, Jordan,
he's dead all right.

But before you go feeling
too sorry for him,

check this out.

Flip that switch for me.

Accelerants.

First rule of arson,
plan your escape route.

[Bug]
If he used accelerants,

where's the gas can?

Let's go look for it.

What happened
to your hand?

This?Yeah, that.

I cut it.

Must've hurt pretty bad.

Yeah, I'm sure it did.

Let me move
some of this stuff.

Woody. Woody.

Isn't that getting weird
enough for you yet?

[suspenseful rock music]

♪

[door opens]

[Garret]
Someone had a busy night.

I'm sorry,
did you say something?

Bug told me you did
the initial autopsy

on the arson
and now this.

It must've taken you three hours
to assemble him.

Her.
And it took me four.

It's a woman.

Not just any woman,

Julie Harrison.

You're kidding.

No, I matched
the dental records.

I'm sorry.
Who?

Julie Harrison
went missing back in '94.

It was a big story
here in Boston.

Jordan found hair and fiber
samples on her husband.

They convicted him
on circumstantial evidence.

The body was never found.

I, on the other hand,

never thought
they had much of a case.

Well, you may think so now.

I found dried semen
on what's left

of her underpants.

Hey, Jordan.

Listen, are you gonna be okay
with all this?

With what?

You and I
nearly came to blows

on this case first time around.

Come on, Garret,

I'm fine.

Are you?

I'm fine.

Really?

Jordan, you mad at me?

Me? No.
Of course not.

How come you're not
lookin' at me?

Listen, Jordan.

I think you're being
pretty tenth grade about this.

I made a move on you
last night

and I'm really sorry
about that,

so you can stop
acting weird now.

I'm not acting weird.

I've got a lot of things
on my mind, that's all.

Like what?

Did you happen to notice
if I used my key

to get into my apartment
last night?

I don't know.

How else
would you get in?

Never mind.

Hey, let's go out
again tonight, okay?

I mean, I had such
a great time last night.

What do you say?

I'm sorry, Jordan.
I got all these reports.

Okay. Your loss.

But if you change your mind...

[Bug]
When I retracted
the tissue here

from the trachea,

I noticed
it was completely clear.

And so were the bronchi.

Meaning what?

Meaning he wasn't breathing
during the fire.

There would've been soot,

evidence of smoke and heat
in the tissue.

So you're saying he was dead
before the fire started?

That's my story
and I'm sticking to it.

Then how did he die?

Take a look at this.

Hemorrhaging
in the left ventricle.

[Bug]
Atherosclerosis
of the coronaries.

He had a massive M.I.

Dropped dead
of a heart attack

while he was setting
the fire.

We don't know if he started
the fire.

We never found a gas can.

The accelerants
on his hands

wasn't gas.

It was gelled ethanol.

The stuff that comes
in the little cans for cooking.

I mean, not that you can't
start a fire with it,

but plain old gasoline
is easier, cheaper...[cell phone rings]

and it leaves
fewer traces.

So if he wasn't the arsonist,
what was he doing there?

I don't know. He might've
been cooking something.

This is Hoyt.

Yeah. Okay.

We'll be right there.

That was the D.A.'s office.

Renee Walcott
wants to see us.

Her husband
must've set the fire.

What are you
talking about?

Daniel Harrison's
in prison.

He got 30 years to life
for the murder.

Just got out.Already? How?

Remember the daughter?

Sweet little
16-year-old kid?

Well, now she's
26 years old

and put herself
through law school

with the sole purpose

of appealing her father's
conviction.

She succeeded.

Two weeks ago
on a technicality.

Now, suddenly,
his wife's body,

missing for ten years,

just happens to turn up
in a mysterious fire.

Maybe Daniel Harrison
was the crispy critter

we found at the scene.

No such luck.

I had a unit
check his place.

He had breakfast
with his daughter at 8:15.

You're gonna have to pin
this murder on him forensically,

Garret.

[Lily]
Jordan.

Was it something I said?

I'm sorry.

I--
You just startled me.

Yeah, I guess I did.

Wow, that would've hurt, huh?

Mm.

Little jumpy today?

Yeah, I was up all night
on this case.

Uh, that's what I wanted
to talk to you about.

There's a Clarrisa Harrison
in the conference room.

She's
Julie Harrison's-- Daughter.

Yeah, I know.
I met her a while ago.

Well, Dr. Macy suggested
that you might like to join us.

Sure. Just let me get
this report together.

Mrs. Harrison,
this is Dr. Cavanaugh.

She's been assigned to the case.

Yes, I remember you.

I remember you as well.

Your testimony
put my father away.

Uh, maybe we should stick
to the issue

of your mother's remains.

Yeah,
that's okay, Lily.

I'm very sorry.

That must've

been devastating for you.

The D.A. intends
to press charges

against my father again.

Now that my mother's body's
been found,

I was hoping this office
might find some evidence

to prove who actually
committed the murder.

I can assure you
we'll do everything we can

to get to the truth.

Thank you.

My father spent ten years
in prison

for a crime
he didn't commit.

I spent ten years
without a father.

Ten years
without a father...

or a mother.

I'm sorry,
I think I have something

in my contact right now.

Yeah.

There, that's better.

I'm sorry,
where were we?

Maybe we should all
sit down.

[door opens]

I am so good.

Damn!
I'm good.

Are you really
gonna make me beg for it?

All right, now look.

You may like
this little game

that we play every day.

But make no mistake.
There's a pecking order here.

And a limit

to my patience.

Come on, man.

Give the brother some love.

Okay, fine.

What scientific brilliance
have you wrought today?

Reconstituted
a ten year old semen sample

from the Harrison case.

Ought to be worth
two days paid leave

on the witness stand.

Oh, damn, you are sogood.

Is it me or is something
seriously wrong with Jordan?

Well, now there's
a loaded question.

She almost stabbed me
with a pen.

I'm worried.

Prolonged exposure
to death and violence

has got to have
a cumulative effect. Look.

Like the changing seasons,
so is Jordan's moods.

I mean, she'll snap out of it.
She always does.

Yeah. Maybe.

[Garret]
It's thorough.

I'll give you that.

Hey, Garret.

I was thinking
about just going out

for a little nightcap.

Care to join me?

No thanks.

Too bad.

I have got so much energy.

Yeah, I can tell.

Read your autopsy report.

12 pages to tell us

she was hit
in the back of the head

with an unidentifiable object.

Yeah, I guess I decided
to take a little more time

with some of the details.

Tends to happen
when you don't sleep.

That shirt
is the perfect color for you.

A nice dark blue--This case is still
too close for you, Jordan.

I'm pulling you off of it.

What are you talking about?
I'm fine.

Are you? Yes.

It was ten years ago.

And if I recall correctly,

I wasn't the one who lost
my cool on the witness stand.

I felt
he was being railroaded.

I have a right
to get emotional sometimes.

Okay, so it pushed
both our buttons.

I'm still taking you
off the case.

I'll take it from here.

Right, because you can be
so objective.

Go home, Jordan,
get some sleep.

I don't want to go home.

It's not a suggestion.

[cell phone rings]

Hey, Woody.

No, uh,
I've been home all night.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah, uh-huh,
I'm off the case.

[knock]

Jordan.

Yeah, someone's
at my front door.

M-kay.
Bye.

Jordan.

Jeez, Howard,

what the Hell
are you doing here?

I was just about to ask you
the same thing.

I fell asleep.

It's a long story.

Well, my breakfast
got canceled.

And after all,
you are overdue

for your annual
psych evaluation.

Not that several hours

of tortured self-examination
doesn't sound invigorating,

but I really have
someplace else I gotta be.

I can be persistent,
you know,

in a bureaucratic
kinda way.

Yeah, and I can be
impossible to find.

I feel like I'm tracking
her comings and goings,

but I mean,
come on, Dr. Macy,

she's on the case,
she's off the case.

I'm just saying.

It's complicated.

Truth is, we disagreed
about the case ten years ago.

Mother's killed.
Father's a suspect.

There's a daughter involved.
You do the math.

Woody.

What do you make
of this?

Why it's taped to the wall?

And why is it so close
to the floor?

This thing could be
the last thing he looked at

before he went to sleep
at night.

Gelled Ethanol.

It was just
some homeless guy.No.

This was his home.

[Woody]
I got the stove.

[Garret]
So he lit the can of Ethanol,

had a heart attack,
and dropped it.

Rolled under some furniture.

The fire started.

He tried to drag himself
to the entrance and died.

[objects falling]

[Woody]
Hey!

Freeze!

Police!

I said Freeze!

Come here!
Come here!

Where do you think
you're going?

Hands behind your head.Don't shoot.

Hey, man,

why do you look familiar?

That's Daniel Harrison.

I know how it looks,
but I didn't do anything.

I swear.

How come you ran?

Look, I did time
for this crime.

The D.A.'s got a vendetta
against me.

I know I shouldn't have been snooping around.

But I'd sat in that prison for ten years.

I loved my wife!

I had to find out for myself.

Tell him, Dr. Macy.
You know I was innocent.

We found traces of semen
on your wife's clothing.

Why don't you do us
a favor.

There's a bathroom down
at the end of the hall.

You go down there,

think some happy thoughts,

give us a sample,
and we'll see if you match.

That's easier said
then done.

I had prostate surgery
in 1991.

It was removed.

I don't produce semen.

Dr. Macy.

Miss Harrison.

I spent years

fighting to get my father
out of prison.

I put myself through law school
just to help him.

And I thought
it was finally over

when they let him out
of that cell.

But it's not.

The D.A.'s not going
to leave him alone.

I always felt
you were a fair man.

I remember thinking that
ten years ago.

I can't do this anymore.

I'd like you to have these.

It's all the research on the case.

Everything there is.

I know you believe

my father was innocent.

If you're really interested
in proving it...

look inside the boxes.

[knock at door]

Come on, Jordan.

Open up. It's me.

I can't. I'm busy.

Jordan, come on.

I heard you're off
the Harrison case

and nobody will tell me why,
so please just let me in.

Go away.

Listen, if this is about
the other night, I--

Had a clearance sale
at your local spy shop?

Hand me one of those
J-lifts, please.

What the Hell
happened here, Jordan?

Isn't it obvious?

I was robbed.

You all right?
When?

I'm fine.
It was, uh, I was at work.

I don't know what happened.

What'd they get?

I don't know.
I can't find anything missing.

But I'm telling you,
I am gonna get this sucker.

He picked the wrong girl
to mess with.

I mean, come on.

You got to admit it.

Of all the apartments
in Boston to break into.

Oh, baby, this guy
is dead meat.

Well, at least you're having fun
with it.

This place is a treasure trove
of forensic evidence.

He left a whole bunch
of prints.

I just need you
to run these for me.

I can't really do this
at work.

Why not?

You know, Jordan, maybe I should
call CSU unit over here.

They could probably pick up
a few things--

Take a look
around this place, man.

I got about a gazillion dollars
worth of gadgets here.

Some of them,
I don't even know what they do.

Does it look like I need
a CSU unit?

I just need you to run
those prints, that's all.

Please.

[Garret]
Daniel Harrison

wasn't the semen donor.

So? It just gives him
a motive.

He killed his wife
in a jealous rage

because he found her
with another man.

Or the other man
is the killer.

See, forensically,

we can prove she was
with somebody else that night.

I think
it might've been him.

This guy's got nothing
to do with it.

You knew
about this picture?

An eyewitness saw a man
in a Ford Tempo

enter the Harrison's
brownstone that night.

Daniel Harrison
drove a Mercedes.

Then who's this guy?

Just some schmuck getting money
out of an ATM machine.

It's got nothing
to do with it.

The picture is of the car
behind him

taken by a security camera
at an ATM machine

across the street.

Well, if you knew about this
ten years ago,

where did it lead you?Nowhere.

We couldn't get a license plate
off the photo.

Besides,

we had a forensic case
against Daniel Harrison.

You kept this
from the jury?

It was a dead end.

I mean, why muddy the waters
with all--The truth?

Oh, don't get
self-righteous, Garret.

It's your least attractive
quality.

You've never really
gotten over this, have you?

You were wrong then,
you're wrong now.

Daniel Harrison
killed his wife.

End of story.

Maybe.
Maybe not.

[knocks at door]

What, are you stalking me?

Well, not that I'm above
that sort of thing.

Must make a note

to wear my flak jacket
next time I visit you.

Macy sicced you on me,
didn't he?

I was obsessing
about an old case, that's all.

Well, for the sake
of argument,

let's say he did.

I think he might've been wrong
about what's bothering you.

Do you want to talk
about it?

No, I'd rather use my time
doing what I do best.

What is that?

Relying on good old-fashioned
forensic science

to catch the creep
who broke into my apartment.

Taking back your power.

That's a step in the right
direction.

Well, you know me.

I'm all
about the mental health.

Mmm.

[laughs]

So...

How did he get in here?

Jordan.

How did he get in here?

I think I left the door
unlocked.

Did you?

Did he take anything?

That's just it.
I can't find anything missing.

That's exactly what I'm--

What?

What is it?

What was in that?

It was a locket.

It belonged
to my mother.

Your mother.

It's the only thing
he took.

Jordan!

Lock the door
on your way out.

Well?

Well what?

The print.

Did you find anything?

Nothing.

What do you mean nothing?

Did you run it through
NCIC, military--

Yes, yes, and yes.

No matches on the print.

But we did get a match
on the M.O.

17 other burglaries

within two miles
of your apartment.

No, that's impossible.

Jordan,
it was a random event, okay?

The guy never strikes twice.

He's not coming back.
I promise.

It wasn't random, Woody.
It was about my mother.

Your mother?

He stole a gold locket
that belonged to her.

Coincidence, Jordan.
Just a coincidence.

No, it isn't.

Guy breaks into my place.

He takes one thing
and it just happens

to be something
of my mother's?

And it wasn't just any locket.

She was wearing it
when she died.

I took it from the funeral home
two days later

when no one was looking.

Put it in a box.
I haven't touched it since.

What was in the locket?

I don't know.
I never opened it.

No, no, Jordan.

You're making way too big
a deal out of this, okay?

We'll catch this guy

when he breaks
into another apartment.

He's not going to break
into somebody else's place!

That is the point!

Jordan.

You have to calm down,
okay?

Try some chamomile.

Switch to decaf.

In the meantime,
I'm heading back to the morgue.

So if you need a lift...

Thanks for stopping by.

I created an algorithm
to recover the missing pixels

within a blur width of 20.

Of course you did.

You mock me.

But deep down,
I know that you love me.

In a Platonic kind of way.

I mean, it's all right.
I'm a self-actualized man.

You're about to become
an unemployed man.

Very well.
Moving on.

Zoom in.

Quadrant four.

We traced every unit
in the storage facility.

Went back 15 years.

One was rented
to a dummy corporation

and guess whose
credit card number came up?

Daniel Harrison.

Not lookin' so innocent anymore
is he, Dr. Macy?

See, the problem is,
without hard proof

that he actually stashed
his dead wife there,

it's just circumstantial.

So we still have to find
the other man.

[Bug]
You see, the problem was,

when they tried this
ten years ago,

they were going
for the license plate.

From this angle,
it's impossible.

But this is a rental car.

Rental cars used to have

bumper stickers
for identification.

Zoom in, tile 14.

Voila.

This photo was taken
June 6, 1994.

So if the rental company
can tell us

who was driving
this exact car,

we've got our guy.

I'm gonna need a land line.

Use my office.

Bug,

genius
is an over-used world.

But in your case...

In my case what?

What?

Hey.

What are you looking for?

Uh, fibers, hairs.

Doesn't matter
'cause there's nothin' here.

Those are your clothes,
aren't they?

You didn't come back to me

when I kicked you off
the Harrison case--

not even
in a passive-aggressive way.

What's goin' on?

I'd like to think
I have the ability

to take care of myself
when things get confusing.

Not sure what you mean
by that.

My second year
in med school,

I did a rotation
in pediatric oncology.

They warned us not to get
too attached to the kids,

but it was Christmas Eve.

And there was this one
five-year-old boy.

He still had this patch
of red hair on his forehead.

Well, around 10:00 P.M.
he went code blue.

I watched him die.

And I just snapped.

I left the hospital
and just started walking.

And I ended up
at this Catholic church

just as midnight mass
was starting.

It was packed with people.

I had this sudden urge
to go inside and pray,

which is really crazy
because I'm a terrible Catholic.

I got inside
this long line.

And just as I was about
to get in,

they closed the doors.

Said the church was full.

So that's the moral
of the story?

Locked out by God?

Sort of a metaphor
for your life?

No.

I stood there in the cold.

And just as I was about
to give up,

the doors opened.

They had found one more seat.

So I went inside
and I prayed

and I cried

and held hands
with perfect strangers.

I mean, I felt so cleansed.

So healed.

Then I went home
and got drunk.

And the next day,
I dropped out of school.

You did the right thing
kicking me off the case.

But you didn't have to call
Stiles on me.

What are you talking about?
I didn't call Stiles.

Where the Hell
do you get off

calling the state shrink

on me?

I'm sorry.
I was worried about you.

You think I'm crazy,
don't you?

I think that there's something
going on

that you're not telling
anyone about.

Sure, 'cause you're just
such a genius,

you just figured it out, huh?

You know what it's like
having everyone stare at you?

I come to work every day

because I have to.

Because if I didn't,

I wouldn't know
where else to go.

And you think it doesn't hurt

to know what you guys
all say about me?

Screw you all!

You know,
you can all just go to...

I think I should, uh,
I should stop now.

You are surrounded
by so many people who love you.

All you have to do is ask.

It's okay to ask.

Shouldn't we call for backup?

What for?
The guy isn't dangerous.

He might be a killer.

Clifford Monroe owns
a stationary store in Weston.

Got no record.

The guy's a model citizen.

He's still the other man.

All due respect, Dr. Macy,
but for all we know,

the only thing
this guy's guilty of

is screwing Julie Harrison.

A woman whose disappearance
was all over the news

for the next three months.

Where was he then
if he's so innocent?

You realize by doing this,

we're probably ruining
this poor bastard's life.

Hi.
Is Clifford Monroe home?

Just a second.
Dad, someone's here to see you.

Hello.

Can I help you?

Clifford Monroe?

Uh-huh.

Detective Woody Hoyt,
Boston PD.

This is Dr. Garret Macy,
the Medical Examiner's Office.

You rented a Ford Tempo
on June 4th, 1994

because your car
was in the shop.

Okay.
If you say so.

What's this about?

The murder
of Julie Harrison.

Please.

Please, I have a family.

Honey, what is it?

[knock on door]

I'm-I'm ready to talk.

He was just standing there
staring at me.

What did he look like?

I don't know.
He, uh...

He was wearing a ski mask.

Then out of nowhere,
he was on me.

What happened then?

He made me
take off my clothes.

And did he, um--

Rape me? No.

No, thank God.

But I didn't fight back.

[hard rock cacophony]

I just stood there
while he tore apart my place.

Why didn't I fight back?

I'll never forgive myself
for that.

But, uh, the cut
on your hand.

How did that happen?

I just felt so...

powerless.

I always promised myself

I would never
feel that way again.

And when was the time
you did feel that way?

The day that I came home

and found my mother dead
on the dining room floor.

So that's why you think

you left the door open.

I did leave the door open.
I must've.

Well...single girl
living in a big city.

You're smarter than that.

I closed the door on my way
out today like you asked.

It locks automatically.

You dusted for prints

everywhere
but on the door knob.

Why?

What, are you saying
that I'm making this all up?

That it's all in my head?

Well, maybe you needed to think
you left the door open

to feel powerless again.

Why the Hell
would I do that?

To blame yourself

for what actually
was just a random event.

It wasn't random.

Really?

The guy took
my mother's locket.

It has to mean something.

How old are you now?

What the hell does that have
to do with anything?

Think about it.

How old are you now?

I'm the same age
that my mother was

when she died.

Well, that's interesting,
isn't it?

I mean, Jordan,
how is the dating coming?

Are you planning
to get into a relationship

any time soon?

Have children?

Do you even think about that?

So the cut on your hand...

How did that happen?

I, uh...

I fought back.

He ran away.

I wasn't afraid to die.

I mean,
for the last 24 years,

you've been hiding
in a locked room.

You wanna leave a door open?

Leave it open
to let yourself out.

Well, you know,

you are not your mother.

Your fate
is not her fate.

It wasn't your fault.

Things just happen.

Oh, God. I am so dead.
I am so dead.

Calm down, Mr. Monroe.
Let's just take it slow.

I never laid a finger
on Julie Harrison.

My guess is you were laying

a lot more
than your finger on her.

What do you want me to say?

She-she was tired
of her husband.

She wanted out.

Okay.

It's the night
of June 6, 1994.

Your car is parked outside

of Harrison's brownstone.

Why don't you tell us
what happened?

Okay, I got, uh,

I got there at around 7:00.

And we were

in her bedroom, you know.

No, I don't know.

We were in her bedroom.

And it got a little rough
and you killed her.No!

No. We--

We were just having sex.

Okay. Okay.

That's when Daniel Harrison
walked in.

No!But he walked in on you,
didn't he?

Her husband didn't
walk in on us.

It was the daughter.

[sirens]

Takin' a little family
vacation?

No charges
have been brought against me.

I'm free to go
wherever I want.

We found
your wife's boyfriend.

He told us everything...

just like you wanted him to.

What's he talking about?

[Woody] He's talking about you

coming home that night
to discover your daughter

had murdered your wife
in a fit of anger.

You said you were
gonna take care

of everything though,
didn't you?

You were gonna dump
the body,

cover everything up.

[Garret]
But there was
circumstantial evidence

enough to convict.

So again you thought
you'd take care of everything.

Pay the price.
Do the time, right?

You had already lost
your wife.

You were not about
to lose your daughter.

Clarissa.

For ten years

I tried to keep
my guilt away.

Focused everything
on getting you out of prison.

Thought that
would get rid of it.

But it didn't.

It didn't go away.

Then the fire
out of nowhere

like some kind of sign.

I couldn't live with myself.

I had to tell someone.

I'm sorry, dad.

I'm sorry.

[Damien Rice's
"Older Chests"]

♪

♪ Older chests
reveal themselves ♪

♪ Like a crack in the wall

Hi.

Hi.

I came back here
to make some apologies,

but I guess everyone's
gone home for the night.

They'll be here tomorrow.
They always are.

Yeah, I know.

I like that.

♪ To mend that shelf
too many books ♪

You know, this job, Jordan.

This-this place.

In the grand scheme
of things,

it's not everything.

But we're the next best thing
to a family.

I hope you know that.

I do.

I do.

♪ Some things in life
may change ♪

♪ And some things

♪ They stay the same

Oh my God.

Where did you find it?

Pawnshop at Southie
flagged it.

It was fenced
with 200 other items.

Guy paid $32 for it.

So it was a random burglary
after all.

I know.

Come on.

Guy tried to jimmy it open.

I'm sorry to tell you,
I looked inside.

I was curious.

Go on.
Open it.

No, that's all right.
I don't need to.

Come on, open it up.

You were cute.

Yeah, I was, huh?

Thank you, Woody.

I know I've been, you know,

a little cuckoo lately.

It's okay.

I'm used to it.

What?

Nothing.

I just thought maybe
you'd like to come in.

I think I am in.

I mean, you know,

would you like to stay in
for a while?

Jordan...

I think we should
take things slow.

Fair enough.

It's not to say
that we can't,

as the kids say,
hook up every now and then.

In your dreams.

♪ Like time

♪ There's always time

♪ On my mind ♪

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