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[Cheryl Lynn's Got To Be Real]

♪ Ooh

♪ Your love's for real now

♪ And know that your love
is my love ♪

♪ My love is your love

[Jordan]
♪ Our love is here

♪ To stay-ay-ay-ay

♪ Whoo

♪ Find now

♪ Let you know now

♪ I feel I need

♪ What you know... ♪

Hey, man.

Did ya leave your
back-up singers at home?

Uh, they had another gig.

You're in a good mood.

What's goin' on?
You got big plans tonight?

Nah, I'll still be in autopsy
five with that car wreck.

Why don't you
let me take it.

I mean, Renee's not returning
my calls, so I'm free.

My DVD's on the fritz.

What would I do
with myself?

C'mon, Jordan.

Aren't you about ten years
overdue for a dating life?

Yeah, but then I'd have
to cancel my subscription

to "Old Spinster" monthly.

Nobody said it wouldn't
be without sacrifices.

You know what?
Okay.

Here's a thought.

You, me.
That new Italian place.

With the hot waiter.

You got a date.

[Nigel]
Might want to rethink that.

Dead guy, caught in
a razor wire fence.

So I'm in the game for a minute
and I'm already getting dumped?

Sorry.
Rain check.

Okay, always
a bridesmaid.

So what am I,
Quasimodo?

Actually, Nige,
you're a little taller.

But I do have
a vehicular multifatality

later this afternoon
if you care to join me.

Uh, I'd love to.

But I've gotta go pick up
an old lady

on Nickerson in Southie.

Nickerson? Oh, I grew up
on that street.

Uh, what's
the address?

321.

I know this woman.

[suspenseful music]

[crowd murmuring]

Whaddya say,
Woody?

Hey.

One would think the guy
would've thought better

and walked around
the fence.

Would have prevented
the razor wire

from slicing
open his jugular,

but who am I to judge?

Any idea who he is?

No ID on him.

We did find this backpack
near the body.

Nothing much
in here.

Just a toothbrush,

some broken DV tape,

and...

toilet paper.

Universal sign
of homelessness.

Whaddya think?
You see anything?

I think this isn't
your crime scene.

More specifically,
it's half your crime scene.

Where's
the other half?

[Woody]
You were right.

Some valet guy
across the street

saw two men arguing
on the top floor here

20 minutes before
the body was discovered.

First description
fit the victim.

Second, some guy, mid-thirties,
brown hair, nondescript.

Nondescript.
Great.

Nondescript.
Wearing a green jacket.

You mean, like him?

Hey!

How's it goin', sir?

Boston PD.
Do you mind if we ask you--

Hey!

Sir!

Hey, get out
of the vehicle!

Sir, stop!

Stop the vehicle!
Stop!

Hey! Hey!

Hey!
Up here!

Turn that off!

Hey!

Hey!
Turn that off!

You get the plate?

Son of a...

[suspenseful rock music]

♪

[child] Jordan, hurry up. Get the ball.

What're ya, chicken?

[Nigel]
Jordan.

Hello.

So this is your local
Boo Radley house, is it?

Yeah.

"There was
an old woman McPhears.

"Stabbed her husband
with gardening shears.

"Cut him up like a pie,

"No one ever knew why.

He's been rotting
inside there for years."

Really?

Well, it was something
we would chant as kids.

And then,
for some reason,

Mrs. McPhears
took notice of me.

She'd stop me
on the sidewalk,

and try to talk to me.

But I was so
creeped out by her

I never really gave her
the time of day.

Well, if she really

did bury her husband
in this house,

why was she
still living here,

being tormented by vicious
little kids like you?

It was just
a stupid kid's rhyme.

Mm-hmm.

Are we going in?

Sure.

Yes.

We are.

[children whispering]

She sees us!

Go! Run!

Never been
inside before?

Every ball and Frisbee
that ever landed in her yard

disappeared somewhere
in here.

I always pictured it
a little more spooky.

Two of you?
It's overkill.

This is just a little old lady
whose number came up.

Lois.

Jordan.

Grab her hips?Yep.

Oh, yeah.

I can see why generations of children

were terrified of her.

She exudes murderous evil,
doesn't she?

Poor thing.

Anything?

If he survived the fall,
the razor wire finished him off.

He bled out.

I'm working on some fibers
from his pant leg.

It's carpet,
upholstery maybe.

What's this white stuff

on the bottom
of his shoes?

[Bug]
Aluminum powder.

From a construction site?

Makes sense if he was
looking for shelter.

He was in pretty good
physical condition.

He wasn't on the streets
very long.

And for a homeless guy,
he had a pretty fancy watch.

He's got the alarm set

for 36 hours from now.

And counting.

[Bug]
Check out these small ulcers
on his ankle.

That a rash?

No.

Sand fly bites.

Sand flies in Boston?

Well, that's just it.

They're only indigenous
to desert climates.

Crewcut, sand fly bites,

watch set to military time.

This guy's a soldier.

Must've just
got back from Iraq.

Welcome home.

Hey, guys.

Turns out there are 43
red '67 Mustangs

registered in
the tri-state area.

It'll be looking for
a marshmallow in a snowstorm.

It may not be as tough to ID
this guy as we thought.

He was a soldier.

I'll run his prints
through AFIS,

see if I can get an ID
from the military.No.

No.
I got it.

If the guy we chased
killed him,

then he came back
to the scene

'cause he was looking
for something.You think he found it?

No, we scared
him away.

But my bet is that
it's still there.

Mind if I come along?

Guy was kneeling
down over here,

looking for something.

Probably his cojones.

Well, somehow
I doubt that,

but I get your point.

I should've popped him
once in the foot

when I had the chance.

Now, not that
I'm an expert,

but wouldn't that have been
a violation of some sort?

Hey, guy almost flattened
me with his car.

I believe that's
a violation too.

I don't think I've
ever seen you this angry.

He slipped right through
my fingers, Devan.

Does not happen
to me every day.

I want this guy. Bad.

Your testosterone
runneth over.

It's kinda...

Cute.

Did you just
flirt with me?

I may have.

Accidentally.

Oh.

I think I can see it.

What? Us?

No.

This.

I ran his prints and all I got
was a serial number and unit.

There's a block on his ID.

I just--I just need to know
who to notify.

Yeah.

I-I'll do that.

Submit this in writing!

Who was that?

The kid's commanding officer.

What'd he say?Nothing.

He can neither confirm
nor deny his identity.

Wow.

What do you think
that's about?

I don't know.

But I'm gonna find out.

You go with your bad self.

[Nigel]
Melinda Hall.

Born 1916,
Newhall, Vermont.

Married a Leland J. McPhears
in 1935.

Two years later
they moved to Boston,

where he eventually becomes
a Municipal Court judge.

And no next of kin.

And when did he
go missing?

Wasn't that
information included

in one of your
vicious little limericks?

Hey, I didn't
write them.

None of us knew exactly
when he went missing.

[woman] Dr. Cavanaugh.

Oh, thank you very much.

Little before our time.

I don't know
when he disappeared

because I was working
on the next of kin

which is, you know,
it's like, what we do here.

But if you want me
to scour the earth

for a missing man who's got nothing to do with anything,

I'm gonna need a raise.

Yeah, don't we all.

Nige, take a look at this.

Multiple fractures.

Some of them broken repeatedly
in the same place

and none of them
properly set.

So the judge was
a wife-beater?

Maybe he got
what he deserved.

Aw, come on, Jordan.

You don't really think
she killed her husband?

I don't know.
When I was a kid I did.

We'd hit a ball
into her yard,

and be too terrified
to get it back.

Well, there's no proof
she killed anyone

so I guess the legend
dies with her.

Yeah.
You're right.

I guess we'll never know.

Talk to me.

This ring dates back
to, like, early 1900s.

Must've fallen out of the perp's
jacket during the fight.

Only this diamond came loose
well before then.

I was able
to liquefy the material

used to glue it back.

I think it's
bonding cement.

Like for dental work.

You "think"?

So what is that,
like a guess?

Based upon the percentage
of hydroxyethyl methacrylate,

I'm making
an educated guess, yeah.

Don't you think you should
comparative-test it?

You know, put some
chemicals on it,

stick it in one
of these fancy machines

with all
the colorful lights on 'em?

Why would I do that?

Double check,
to make sure.

That's what Jordan
would do.

Uh-huh.

Well, I'm not Jordan, am I?

Oh, I'm sorry.
Did I offend?

That's fine.

I've been second guessed

since the first day
I got here.

Welcome to my world.

But, Woody, if it
makes you comfortable,

I can run it through
the mass spectrometer.

I'm just saying
Jordan doesn't

always trust
her first impulse.

Are we talking about
the same Jordan?

Forensically speaking.

So what's, uh, the deal
between you two, anyway?

Whoa.

What?

I don't know.

Personal.

We're just friends.

Okay.

We flirted
with more, but...

Don't tell me,

she didn't trust
her first impulse.

Now we're just
friends again.

That's good.

That, I mean, you know,
that you two worked it out.

Right.

[machine beeps]

Mmm.

What'd I tell ya?

Bonding cement.

Now all you gotta do is trace
an old beat-up ring

to your creep
who got away.

Welcome to my world.

[Garret]
Got your message, Sydney.

What's up?Mmm.

The mini DV tape you found
in the soldier's backpack?

The one you said
was impossible to resuscitate?

Yeah, what about it?

I resuscitated it.

It's a home movie, um,

from somewhere
in Iraq, I guess.

I was only able to get about
a minute and a half of it,

but I still knew you wanted
to check it out.

So what did you
need me for?

Oh, to show off,
of course.

Yeah?
I'm still waiting.

Oh, you want me
to teach you, Buggy?

Are you two done?

Let's take a look.

It's April, uh,

something, 2004.

We lost two men today.

And one of 'em was

my buddy Jamie Kendrick,
from Tulsa, Oklahoma.

I watched him die
on that stretcher.

I was holding his
hand and...

he just died.

We had chased some RPG fire

into this little
dirtwater neighborhood.

And me and Jamie went
into this one house

and there was, like,
this whole family there.

These two kids just sittin'
there, eatin' cereal,

you know, just like...

like two kids, and...

and they look up at us

and, and they
start freaking.

screamin' and yellin'
like we're

the devil or something.

And I'm yelling at 'em
to keep quiet

and I turn my back
for a lousy two seconds,

and the next thing I know

it's like frikkin'
world war three in there.

This isn't what they
promised us it would be like.

It's all falling apart.

Now I--I've seen too much.

They're never gonna let me outta
this place alive, okay?

So if you see this

and I'm dead,

you know it was them.

Okay?

It was them...

Oh!

Jeez Louise, Nige.

What the hell
are you doing here?

Same thing as you,
apparently.

I was intrigued.
You know me.

Besides...

one man's limerick
is another man's clue trail.

[cats meowing]

Hello.

[cat meows]

Oh!

Okay.

Okay, right.

So if I killed
my husband,

where would
I stash the body?

If you killed
your husband,

you'd have to start
in the closet.

[cat yowling]

[wood knocking]

Sounded hollow.

[taps floor]

What have we here?

Huh.

That's where
they all went.

All right.

Hey.

Grab this.

[gasps]
Oh.

So I guess Mr. McPhears was
never missing at all.

Are you Dr. Macy?

Yeah.
Can I help you?

Major Carroll, Chaplain,
United States Army.

The ID number
you gave us

is that of a Corporal
Joshua Goodson

from Dorchester.

21 years old.

You could've told me
that over the phone.

But I couldn't have
given you these.

Some personal effects
Corporal Goodson

had shipped to his base

two weeks before
he returned from Iraq.

He never picked
them up.

Since you'll be contacting
the next of kin,

I imagine they'd
want them.

His parents are dead.

Only emergency
contact we have

is a Beth Flaherty,

residing in Malden.

We have our protocols,
Dr. Macy.

We're not going to verify
personal information

about one of our men
over the phone.

You could be anyone.

And I suppose,
so could you.

I don't follow.

That kid was
murdered yesterday.

He left behind
video diaries from Iraq

expressing fear of the people
he was with.

That there were
secrets over there,

secrets he wished
he didn't know.

War can do
many things to a man.

Paranoia is one of them.

Young minds shouldn't have
to see those kinds of things,

but we have no choice.

There's always a choice.

Did you know
he was homeless?

How these men and women...

handle themselves
when they return

is their personal option.

We offer them counseling,
we don't just spit them out.

But some of them isolate,

others cling
to their families,

a lot of them have
problems readjusting.

That's the price of war.

What're you covering up?

Thank you for your time, sir.

You can call
the local VA hospital

should you chose to make
arrangements through them.

Well, thanks
for calling me in.

This should cinch
my promotion.

I'm sure it's gonna be
front page news.

Whatever I can do to help.

On the other hand,

after I finish
my paperwork,

this is a closed case.

I've got the victim
and the murderer.

So now I'm gonna get back

to the other 50 cases
on my desk.

Okay?
Send me your report.

Hey, I matched
the dental records.

I matched dental records.

Okay.

So you may wonder how I was
able to acquire them,

since the deceased
became deceased

such a very long time ago.

But because you are a genius,
Nigel, that's how.

Save it for your memoirs.

I don't think that
she killed him.

Excuse me?

This man was at least 6'3",
she was 5'4".

Look at his skull.

It's fractured...

Cobweb pattern...

Which means his head was
pounded over and over again

against a flat, hard surface,
like the floor.

Check out the--

the indentation right here

on the edge of the occipital bone.

Looks like it was made by
something very hard and sharp.

Coulda been
the initial blow.

But you saw those X-rays
of her hands,

the way those breaks
healed.

I don't think
she coulda done this.

Well, who else
could've done it?

Who else indeed.

[Garret]
I'm so sorry.

How did it happen?

Joshua fell to his death

here in Boston.

We think he
might've been pushed.

Can you tell me what your
relationship was to him?

We were friends
in high school and...

He wanted more.

Had you spoken
to him recently?

No, not for months.

Once the fighting started,

it was impossible to really
get a hold, you know.

Did he mention any concerns
over his safety?

He was scared.

I know he didn't want
to be there.

He sent these video letters

for a while.

Was just him looking into a camera,

talking about everyday stuff.

I think it helped him.

Would you mind if I took
a look at those?

It may help to answer
some questions.

Yeah. Sure.

[Bug]
So I'm running the bonding
cement's molecular structure

through the patent office
database.

See if I can come up
with a manufacturer.

See, see, that is what
I'm talking about.

[Devan]
Great.

Bug does one lousy test,

tracks the cement to
its molecular structure,

and suddenly he's a genius.

I'm sorry, are we having
a problem here?

No, no, I'm just curious
why it took me twice the work

to convince you I was
accurate with my findings.

Fine, I take it back.You can't.

It's in the ether.

Hey, both of you.
I was in the sandbox first.

So either get out or shut up.

All right.

Your bonding cement
was produced

by Kidwell Industries.

It's still in its trial phase.

So only ten dentists are
using it in our local area.

See? Genius.

[Nigel] Judge Leland J. McPhears disappeared in October of 1963.

His wife called the police

to say that he'd left
the house on the 16th

and never came back.

Huh. Couldn't have been
a very thorough investigation.

Interesting reason for that.

See, the judge and
his very important friends

were all massively corrupt.

No one wanted a light
shined on his activities.

Maybe one of them killed him.

It's possible, it's possible.
Bloke had a lot of enemies.

Unless...

the wife had
a special friend.

I mean, why else hide
the body in the house?

Who was she trying
to protect?

Well, whoever it was,

was definitely there
when the judge died.

I found droplets
of dried blood

in what was left
of the judge's garments.

And get this, it doesn't match
either his or his wife's.

May 10, 2003.

We heard from
our commander today

that the bridge
is finally clear.

So we may get pretty busy
for the next 48 hours.

I've cast out my razor,
divorced my soap,

and signed my socks
to a two-year contract.

Let freedom roar.

[turns off vcr]

Breaks your heart.

You finished with
your crazy old lady?

She wasn't crazy.

We condemned her without
knowing a thing about her.

Come on, you were just kids.

And kids can be cruel.

We spread rumors about her.

As if she wasn't going
through enough already.

And then two years later,

it turns out I was
the crazy one on the block.

Karma.

Guess I had it comin',
though.

So, that's your soldier.

Yeah.

Hard to believe I was his age
when my draft number came up.

I never knew
you were drafted.

Oh, yeah.
Lucky number 13.

My best friend Marty was 122.

That night they announced
the numbers...

Everyone sitting around
the dorm glued to the radio,

while they read the list.

Went for our physicals
the next week.

He died in Vietnam
eight months later.

You never told me
any of this, Garret.

Well...

We were 21, thought we had
the world by the balls.

But looking at this kid,

it's impossible to imagine
I was only his age.

Yeah, I hear ya.

I thought I knew everything,

and it turns out
I knew nothing at all.

Anything I can do to help?

No.

I just need to make
some sense of this.

Yeah, me too.

Another blond hair.

With this many, I'm assuming
they belong to Mrs. McPhears.

Wish I could say for sure.

It was so long ago,
my memory's fuzzy.

That's why it's a good thing
we keep records.[Nigel]
Of what?

Judge McPhears put away
a convicted murderer in 1951.

Franklin Grotz.

Grotz got out early
for good behavior.

Then broke into the judge's
home twice in 1963.

Said he wanted his head
on a platter.

Got the police report
to prove it.

Two months later
McPhears goes missing.

It's a no-brainer.

And Grotz died
of cancer in 1989.

Case closed.

Well, I suppose these
blond hairs could be Grotz's.

If so, I wonder what else
he might've left behind.

What is wrong with you two?

What difference does it make?

This is 1963.

The fat lady has long since
sung on this one.

Do you honestly think

you are going to find
any new evidence in that house?

Well, yeah...

All right. Thanks.

Dr. Fredrick Samuels
moved to Boca two weeks ago.

So that's one less dentist
on the list.

What's this one's name again?

Winter. Dr. Phillip Winter.

You realize this is ridiculous,
don't you?

This could take us all day,
Woody.

I don't understand why we just
don't call these dentists.

People lie on the phone.

And they don't in person?

They do that too,

but they got to look you
in the eye when they do it.

Trust me, this is
how it gets done.

It's a little thing
we like to call leg work.

Well, it's a dumb way
to make a living.

Cutting up dead bodies is
a smart way to make a living?

Leg work is the foundation
of all police work.

It's the ground game.
Inch by inch.

Woody?

You don't get anything
handed to you in this business.

You got to grunt it out,
one piece at a time.

Yeah, uh, Woody...

If you think a perp is
just gonna drop in your lap

without doing any--

Ugh. All that leg work.

You're probably
due for a massage.

Have a seat.

Please, have a seat.

Dr. Phillip Matthew Winter,

a reputable dentist,
no warrants, no arrests.

Barely had
a moving violation.

Except for the one jaywalking,
by all accounts, Mr. Boring.

So how do you know this guy?

Oh, my--I--
Look, I-I don't, okay?

I was at the federal building,
I was coming back to my car,

and this man right here,
he attacked me.

Why?

I don't know.

I swear, I have never seen
this man before in my life.

I'm sorry.

You're gonna have to do
a little better than that.

The man just came
out of nowhere, okay?

He was stumbling around.

He was screaming that he was
going to make my life miserable.

He was on drugs or drunk
or something.

And I just--I shoved him
off me.

I got in the car and I left,
that was it.

He was perfectly alive
when I drove off.

Why'd you go back to the scene?

Okay, I dropped a ring
that belonged to my grandmother,

okay, that I am supposed
to get married with today.

Well, I don't think
that's gonna happen,

'cause I have a lot more
questions for you.

Okay, well, I'm not
answering them, okay?

I need--I need to use
the phone again.

I need to call my lawyer--

Have a seat,
I'll be back in two shakes.

I'm getting married
at 6:00 today!

Whew!
I hate this case.

His word against
a dead man's.

Federal building's got to have
surveillance cameras

out the wazoo.

Hey, give me some credit.

I've requisitioned the tapes,

and maybe someday the feds
will hand them over.

Excuse me.

Ms. Flaherty?

Dr. Macy?

This is Beth Flaherty.

She knew Joshua Goodson.

What are you doing here?

I got a call from my fiancé,
and he's been arrested.

[Woody]
Your fiancé?

Phil Winter.

You lied to me.

You knew exactly how Goodson
died when I came to see you.

I'm sorry.

Josh came to see me
a couple of days ago.

And he wasn't even supposed to
be back for a couple months,

but they discharged him early.

I guess he had some sort of
nervous breakdown over there.

And...he started seeing things
and getting paranoid.

What did he want?

To tell me that he was
still in love with me.

And I told him that I was
getting married today,

and he...he just lost it.

I guess he followed Phil and, um...

How can this be happening?

You know what they say.
Three's a crowd.

At least now
we got motive.

The police report
said Grotz broke in

through the side window
on both occasions,

before he got caught.

And maybe third time
was a charm.

All right, let's say
the judge heard Grotz

entering the house...

Maybe he came down these
stairs to check it out...

[man's voice]
Who is that?

What the hell do you want?

I'm calling the police.

[Jordan]
And a struggle ensued.

[man grunts]

Ah!

[punches landing]

Hey, I've got
traces of hemoglobin

on the base of this,
uh, doorstop here.

I'm guessing
this is what dented

McPhears' occipital bone.

Okay, McPhears
got knocked out cold.

And then Grotz kept slamming
his head into the floor

just to finish the job.

[banging]

Then why would Mrs. McPhears
hide her husband's body

to cover for Grotz?

It doesn't
make any sense.

Maybe she hired Grotz
to kill him?

That's a pretty big "maybe."

Well, somebody knocked
the judge out with this thing.

Yeah, someone Mrs. McPhears
was trying to protect.

Ya know, if he was
was attacked in this room,

there should still
be traces of blood spatter

on the walls, right?

Here, give me a hand
with this mirror, will ya?

I want to spray behind it.

Wait a second, Nige.

What?

I remember this mirror
from when I was a kid.

Only it was, uh,
it was over here.

Something still isn't right.

I remember looking through
that window one night on a dare.

I was eight or nine.

But I remember seeing
two staircases

in the reflection
of this mirror.

Take this off?

The McPhears had a secret.

The McPhears had a child.

I never knew
this kid existed.

Never heard a word.

Why would anybody hide their little boy

from the rest of the world?

Nothing but
picture books in here.

Maybe they never
taught him to read.

Or maybe he couldn't.

These are toys
for a child, but...

this kid's a teenager.

Maybe he suffered from some kind
of mental retardation,

or autism of some kind.

Maybe Mrs. McPhears
was trying to protect him?

Or maybe the judge
was more concerned

about protecting
his political future.

That explains how
the blond hairs got on the body.

The boy must've known the judge
was hurting his mother.

Must've seen it.

Or at least heard it
from up here.

[man and woman arguing]

[Jordan]
So one night the judge
started hitting her.

[Nigel]
It was nothing new.

[Jordan]
But the beatings
happened a lot,

and the boy could hear them.

[Nigel]
Only this time
he went downstairs.

And saw it himself.

[man grunting,
woman screaming]

Leave her alone!

[Jordan]
He tried to break it up.

[Nigel]
Grabbed the first thing
he could find.

Leave her alone!

Go back to your room!

Stop it!

Stop hurting her!

[woman]
Oh, god, no!

Judge McPhears probably
beat them both.

She blamed herself,

paid her penance,

and never let her son suffer
a single consequence.

So she buried her husband
in the house.

And never spoke of it again.

Whoo.

He's telling the truth.

Goodson just fell.

Come on, There wasn't
a drop of alcohol or drugs

in the kid's system.

How do you explain
him stumbling around?

Devan, where's that
full spectrum tox screen?

Uh, it's coming, right now.

[Woody]
We've got nothing.

I've got to release this guy
into the arms of matrimony.

It was
an unfortunate accident.

Unless that's what someone
wants us to think.

Bug, any luck on those fibers
you found on Goodson's pants?

Yeah, partially.

So far it looks like
they're upholstery.

Still working on it.

But check out this bruising
to his heart.

Something wreaked havoc on
this kid's internal organs.

Tox screen shows a high level
of electrolytes.

Meaning what?

[Macy] A lot of potassium

in the vitreous fluid
of his eye.

Hyper-kalemia?

I mean, it makes sense
with what I'm seeing here.

Well, that could mean
a lot of things.

Kidney failure, lupus,
obstructive uropathy--

At these levels
he'd be in bad shape.

High fever, probably delirious.

So we figured out
what made him sick.

But not how and why.

Look at this.
Potassium Chlorate.

More than 15 milli-equivalent
in his system.

Must have been handling
a decent amount of the stuff.

We found Aluminum powder
on his shoes, right?

Uh-oh.

Uh-oh, what?

Aluminum powder
and Potassium Chlorate.

Uh-oh, what?

From freshman chemistry,
remember?

No.

Boom.

He was making a bomb.

His watch.

It's still counting down.

What time is that wedding today?

My Chief will make
the final decision,

but since we have not
found the bomb yet,

it does not look
like your wedding

is in the cards today.

I cannot believe that
Josh did this.

Just between you and me,

whether you did anything
wrong or not,

resisting an officer
is illegal.

Well, I--
Listen, I apologize.

If I was a different guy,

you'd spending your wedding day
on a cold mattress

in a four-by-four cell with
some dude named Priscilla.

Thank you.

Consider it my gift.

You look beautiful.

Y'know, Woody, something's
been gnawing at me all day.

What's that?

If Goodson was gonna
blow him up anyway,

why follow Winter
to a parking garage

to beat him up?

[cell phone rings]

Yes, Macy.

Uh-huh.

Okay, thanks.

That was Bug.

Those fibers found on
Goodson's pants were traced

to an upholstery used
only in older model Fords,

dating from 1963 to 1970.

'63 to '70, huh.

Everybody get back!
Get away! Go! Go!

Get outta here!

Move out!

Fellas, fellas,
a little help over here.

A little help over here.

Well, the SSA says

that the McPhears
moved here from Vermont

a couple years after
they got married.

Their son might have been
born before that.

With both parents gone,
we'll be looking for a needle

in a haystack.

I'm never gonna
close this case.

Speak for yourself.

I'm gonna see this thing
through.

Some honorable judge.

Didn't even squirrel away
enough money

to pay the electric bill.

That's because he was stashing
it all away in another account.

Whoa. That is almost
half a million dollars.

Look at this.

It's a trust fund
for a John J. McPhears.

Dated last month.

The bank must know
where he is.

John's been with us
for about 25 years.

He has the mental capacity
of a six-year-old.

Did his mother visit him?

Every Tuesday
since he came here.

They had a special bond.

Very protective
of each other.

Is he ever violent?

Oh, no.

John's very
sweet-tempered.

He's only been angry
once since he's been here.

What triggered it?

Another patient got forceful
with a nurse.

Had a bit of a streak in him.

John got very upset.

We had to restrain him.

Well, he's a large man.

Who knows
what could have happened.

[knocking]

John, it's Linda, dear.

You have visitors.

[Los Lobos' Little John of God]

♪

Hi.

Hello.

Who are you?

I'm Jordan.

Did you bring me
anything?

♪ He does things
in a different way ♪

♪ Little John

♪ Little John of God

♪ He tries to speak...

It's okay, mommy.

It's okay.

♪ And a little boy's fears

♪ Little John

♪ Little John of God

♪ He's come to us

Case closed?

♪ From up above

♪ To touch our hearts

♪ With special love

♪ With special love

♪ Little John of God ♪

Oh, hey.

See you tomorrow.

Yeah.
Hey, Big plans tonight?

Oh, no.
I'm just gonna go home.

Rent a movie.

Order take-out.

Oh, see, nights like that
are underrated.

It's a perfectly
acceptable evening.

I might even take your cue.

Good.

Hey, Devan,
you ready to do this?

I'm double-parked.Yeah.

Take care, Jordan.Have a nice evening.

You too.

You look terrific.

Thanks.

March 19, 2004.

So I got your letter today.

You met somebody else.

I think you're crazy.

And I can't even look in your eyes and tell you that

because I'm a thousand miles away in the middle of hate

and hell and despair.

I feel so alone right now.

[vcr stops]

I hear you spent the day
leaning against a bomb.

Yeah.

So what pushed this kid
over the edge wasn't the war.

It was a Dear John letter.

Turns out he was discharged on
a section eight, mental stress.

They were just
following protocol,

trying to keep it confidential
for his own sake.

Who's to say any of us

would have handled
the stress any better

under those circumstances?

Yeah, tell me about it.

How'd your case turn out?

All for the best.

It's a perfect world,
isn't it?

Oh, yeah.

What?

You know how I told you
how my number came up.

That I was drafted.

Yeah.

I knew that if
I declared pre-med,

I could get a student deferment,
and that's what I did.

You make it sound
like a moral lapse.

My best friend died
in that war.

I could have fought like he did,
like this kid did.

But I chose not to.

And instead you ended up
helping people

in a different kind
of struggle.

That's putting
a good face on it.

Well, come on, Garret.

You're always telling me
to let go of the past.

How many times
you told me that?

I don't know,
about 50,000.

Not that it did any good.

Well, there you go.

You should give yourself
a break.

So, I seem to recall
a, uh, certain rain check.

New Italian restaurant,
hot waiter?

Mm-hmm.
Want to grab some dinner?

Let's get outta here.

[blues combo singing]
♪ And when it's late

♪ Around midnight

♪ Old man Death

♪ Comes slippin'
in the room ♪

♪ I got

♪ Somebody...all night long ♪

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