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♪ In the dark

♪ Of the day

Ran into an old friend of yours
last night. Paul Spork.

Who?He said that they used
to call him "Dork."

Which is creative.

Oh, Spork the Dork.

God, what a blast
from the past.

He said you two dated.

It was not a date,
it was a disaster.

He was a limo driver.

We had to pick up
a couple kids from prom

and then drive 'em around while
they made out in the back seat.

Total buzzkill.

He was a nice guy,
though, right?

All I remember about him is that
he had this really awful laugh.

With a snort,
like, [snorts].

That's attractive.

They didn't call him
"Dork" for nothing.

So giving him your phone number
was maybe not such a good idea.

You didn't.

He seemed like
a really nice guy.

He's an architect now.

You should really give
him another chance.

Laughs don't change, Lily.
Neither do people.

Dork?

[rock music]

♪

And which room were they in?

That one right over--
Jordan!

Excuse us.

Right this way.

So you wanna
study together?

Only if we can get
naked in the stacks.

C'mon, that stuff
doesn't really happen.

It's just a myth.

No comment.

Man! I knew I shoulda gone
to the library more.

Why is it in college you gotta
listen to music at 150 decibels?

Same reason you build lofts,
buy futons, play hackysack,

unless you are
Zach Bouchard--

19 years old--

in which case, you prefer
fine wines and French cinema.

The RA said he was here
on a fencing scholarship.

Who found him?

A maintenance guy. He had
a work order to fix a light.

Pain killers, 20 pack.
Empty.

You find a suicide note?

No.

You think he
killed himself?

Looks that way.

He had his whole
life ahead of him.

I don't get it.

You thrive
on problems, Jordan.

Others don't.

Well, that's a shame.

Hotel manager found him
about an hour ago.

Some UNIs bustin' a dope dealer
couple of doors down

scared off whoever did this.

[Nigel]
The urban legend lives.

There should be a phone
nearby, and a message.

What are you talkin' about?

It's the urban legend.

A tourist is kidnapped so his
kidney can be harvested.

He wakes up
in a tub full of ice,

with a phone next to him
and a message to call 911.

As much as I appreciate the
unfettered exuberance, Nigel,

this is reality.

[Carver]
Arturo Sanchez.

Poor guy wrote his name
in marker on his collar.

Poor guy, indeed.

One incision sewn up.

Why bother if you're gonna do this?

Liver temp's
gonna be a problem.

It's gonna be hard
to do an autopsy.

Why is that?

His organs are gone.

[suspenseful rock music]

♪

Looks like there
was a table here.

You're thinking what I'm
thinking, aren't you?

I try not to.

This is about
body part harvesting.

Why take a kidney when you can
have the whole kit and caboodle?

It's the urban legend
run amok.

All right, see
what else you can find

and try to stay out
of the Twilight Zone.

[Carver]
So you rented
a room to a John Smith

for the past year
and you never met him?

Spoke once to him
on the phone.

He made a standing reservation
for this room every Sunday.

I left a key
under the doormat.

That was very accommodating.

Weren't you curious to know
what was going on in here?

Well, every Monday
the room was spotless

and there'd be five bills
on the dresser.

Pretty much answered
my nagging questions.

You know, maybe talkin' to us
downtown at the station

would help
jog your memory.

Okay.

Uh...look.

I saw a Hispanic guy.

Young, baseball cap.

Drove off in a rusty,
blue Datsun.

See what happens
when you start thinkin'?

Mm. [Nigel] Dr. M.

Surgical glove.

Used suture packet.

What do you make
of this?

Sample from the tub.

Organ preservative.

Right. Proof positive
of body part harvesting.

Anything else?

Yeah.

Wire receipt.

With a message in Spanish.
Victim dropped it.

He wired $1,000
to Guatemala this morning.

This poor bastard
wasn't kidnapped.

He sold his organs off.

'Course I heard about Zach.

Yet here you are
at practice.

One would think
his own roommate--

Look, I know
it looks callous,

but I didn't know
what else to do.

Great guy, great fencer,

but we didn't share,
you know?

And he kept stuff to himself.

Somethin' as big
as killin' yourself over,

you'd think it would show.

Look, you probably need
to talk to Professor Danvers.

Who's he?

She.

She one of Zach's professors?

Faculty advisor.

Lately, she was riding him
about something or what?

Riding him?
Yeah.

Uh, yeah,
you could say that.

[Sidney]
You said this guy
was a fencer?

Yeah, but you wouldn't get
cuts like this from fencing.

Yeah, whatever.

That's not how
he killed himself.

You're gonna find hydrocodone
on the tox screen.

I need to know how much
was in his system.

You think this
is what killed him?

20 pills missing from the pack.
That's my guess.

Okay.

Sidney, hang on.

Boy, this looks
like a bloody fingerprint.

Yeah,
it's probably his.

You know, from the blood
from the cuts on his hand.

He coulda touched himself and,
y'know, touched his collar.

Yeah.

Pull the print off anyway,
just to be sure.

Girl, do you know
how hard it is

to pull a print like that
off a pattern like this?

Yeah, I-- [Lily] Jordan.

There's a Professor
Danvers here.

She was Zach Bouchard's
faculty advisor.

She wants to speak
to the M.E. on the case.

Well, uh, that'd be me.

You just had to wear
a shirt like this, huh?

You make it sound
like he committed suicide.

That's the way it looks.

It's not possible.

You're making a mistake.

I'm sorry.

Zach was...special.

Driven.

More sure of himself
than, uh, other students.

[laughs]

Do you know what it's like
to spend your days

with normal 18
and 19-year-olds?

I don't even wanna know.

Professor Danvers, hi.

I'm Detective Woody Hoyt. Your office said you'd be here.

Is this a good time
to ask you a few questions?

Was there anything going on
in your relationship with Zach

that would've depressed him
enough to kill himself?

What are you implying?

You were in a relationship
with him, right?

A sexual relationship.

Who told you that?

His roommate.

I don't believe this.

Not any of it.

I'm not surprised
Professor Danvers is trying

to hide her affair
with Zach.

The lady's old enough
to be his mother.

Oh, she is not.
And give me a break.

If it was a male professor
with a coed,

you'd be slappin' him
a high-five.

I would not!

All right,
maybe a low-five.

This was not a suicide.

What?

His lower ribs
are fractured,

and there's hemorrhaging
in the muscle tissue.

He was Burked.

What?!

Someone compressed his chest
until he died.

He was deliberately
asphyxiated.

He'd fight back.

Not if you slipped him
a couple of pain killers.

Could a woman do it?

If he was drugged, sure.

How bad did the professor
want to keep her little secret?

She said she had
not secret to keep.

I plan to find that out.

No match for the prints
on the surgical glove, Dr. M.

What about the log number
on the suture packet?

Still runnin' the trace.

[Macy]
This guy was strip-mined.

Cartilage taken from the knees,

corneas gone.

He was snookered.

Parts of the human body are
worth 230 grand sold separately.

Came up in a trivia game.

This one sewn incision still doesn't make sense.

Final closure was done

with a running
subcuticular suture.

Sonofabitch who did this
is a trained surgeon.

Got a translation

on that money wire message.

"To my family:

"Use this money to send
Juan and Inez to school.

"More will be coming.

"I miss you dearly.

With all my love, Papa."

[beeping]

We got a trace
on the suture packet.

Shyler Medical Supply,
Dunlap Street.

[Man]
John Smith.

Doesn't ring a bell. But I got
orders comin' out of my ears.

Well, listen, would you mind
if we took a look?

Knock yourselves out.[phone ringing]

Shyler Medical.

Yeah.

Lemme look.

There it is, John Smith.

Standing order,
same supplies every week,

and the address is...

Paradise Motel, Room Six.

Yeah, I got it.
All right.

You know, you sell
a lot of surgical supplies.

Do you check the medical
licenses of who it's going to?

With the initial order.

I run a DEA number.

If it clears, their name
goes in the system.

Yeah, but not
the DEA number?

What, you wanna bust me
for poor record keeping?

Look, maybe one of my
delivery crew knows something.

Check in the lot.

Hey.

[Macy]
Baseball cap,

rusty blue Datsun.

Excuse me.

Whoa! Don't even try,
'cause I will use this.

Manuel Rios,
where's the fire?

I didn't mean it.

Tell Sylvia
I would never hurt her.

She can have the money.

This isn't about my alimony?

You were seen outside
Room Six at the Paradise Motel.

A murder's been
committed there.

Hey, I just deliver stuff.

Once a week, I drop off supplies
for a guy named John Smith.

D'you ever meet him?

No. I just leave
a box at the door.

Ever see anything unusual?

Uh...once I was late
on delivery,

and I saw someone go in.

Uh, a guy I see
in my neighborhood.

A doctor.

The bad news is,
Professor,

the M.E.'s ruled out suicide.

That's bad news?

Your boyfriend was murdered.

Murdered.

Maybe I should be
talking to Howard.

Your husband.

The one you're in
a custody battle with.

The one you forgot
to tell me about.

[Danvers] He had nothing to do with this.

He doesn't know
about Zach and me.

I believe you.

Because, if he did know,

then this custody battle
would be over, wouldn't it?

Cradle robbing mom loses
sole custody to dad.

Which brings us
back to you.

So my first question is--You have questions?

Call my lawyer.

I assume I'm free to go.

You're a hell
of a good liar.

I spent the better part
of a decade

in a horrible marriage.

Zach saved my life.

I didn't kill him.

As a suicide,
this made me sad.

As a murder,
it makes me very angry.

Well, why don't you channel
that anger into getting me

some solid evidence, so I can
talk to Mrs. Robinson again.

[Carver]
Now, this is a strange
place to find a doctor.

Lemme ask this guy.

Excuse me.
Donde estaDr. Alex Cuevas?

I was there,
but I didn't kill anyone.

Artutro Sanchez
is quite dead.

I was--

I am a surgeon from Colombia.

Oh, so you're here illegally.

Yes.

I thought I could start
a new life here,

but I have been blackmailed
into harvesting kidneys.

Who's blackmailing you?

An organ broker I never met.

His name is John Smith?

Yes.

He calls me here
and tells me

when a patient is ready.

I go to the motel,
I remove his kidney,

I put it in a cooler,
and then I leave

with the patient
very much alive.

Okay, how's this for a theory?
You're John Smith.

I didn't kill him.

I didn't even harvest
his kidney,

because it showed signs
of amyloidosis.

Signs of what?

Protein deposits
in the tissues.

Can be caused
by systemic illness.

He could have had
an infectious disease.

Why should we believe you?

Because I closed him up
and left.

Look on the body.

You should find a left flank
incision I sutured.

Where did the donors
come from?

I don't know.

There were plenty
of volunteers.

They were paid
$1,000 up front,

another $5,000
after the surgery.

How much were you paid?

Nothing.

I had no choice.

I never wanted
any part of this.

All right, we'll check
the phone records here.

In the meantime,
Dr. Cuevas,

you're gonna be
our guest downtown.

Hup!
Mmmma!

Cool.

[making whooshing sword noises]

Nice feint.

Yeah, I took a P.E. rotation
back at community college.

You mind if I ask you
a few more questions?

No. You mind if I
keep practicing?

We got a meet
this weekend against NYU,

and I'm taking Zach's spot.

I'm not very good,
so take it easy on me.

It's okay.

Do you remember
Professor Danvers

comin' by Zach's
dorm room at all?

Uh, not that I'm
aware of.

But between classes
and fencing--

Ah!Mm!

I'm not in
the dorm room that much.

Do you have, uh,

any recollection
of their relationship?

Did they fight at all?

You think Danvers is the reason
Zach killed himself?

Actually...

Huh!

Zach was murdered.

No way.

Way.

I also couldn't help
but notice the cuts you had

on your arm
the other day.

They were a lot
like Zach's.

It's stupid, really.

We were duelin' around
with some antique blades,

and things got out of hand.

We were just goofin' around.
Now, look.

If my coach finds out

that I used real blades,

I'd be booted off the team.

Where were you
two nights ago?

I was here
until around 6:00.

I went to a kegger
at Farley Hall.

Anyone verify that?

Yeah.
About 100 drunk freshman.

[laughs]

What time you get back
to your dorm room?

I didn't.

I hooked up with this one
chick named Amber,

but when I woke up,

I was late to practice,
so I came straight here.

Amber who?I don't remember.

She lives in Farley, though.
Second floor.

Look.

I swear to you,
I didn't kill Zach.

You better hope
I find this Amber girl.

The print on the victim's shirt
was pretty much unreadable

because of the pattern
of the fabric.

But since I chose
to accept your mission--

Check it out.

[typing on keyboard]

There's no way
to lift the print,

so the secret is eliminating
the background.

Now, that is just cool.

Oh, no, it's like ice, baby.

You see, I'm running an
algorithm which estimates

ridge minutiae using
mathematical probabilities

in a Gaussian envelope.

Hey, man. You don't
have to talk down to me.

I'm enhancing
the print so we get

more than
an eight-point match.

So we don't know
whose print this is.

Not yet.
It's gonna take some time.

Oh, Jordan.

Yes, Spork the Dork called.

Uh, no, I haven't
called him back yet.

Actually, it's
about Zach Bouchard.

What about him?

I just spoke
with his parents.

Were they able to tell us
anything about Zach?

No, there wasn't much to say.

'Cause Zach Bouchard died
when he was five years old.

Well, hello there,
Calliphora Vomitoria.

Stop being pretentious.
It's a maggot.

Did you stain that prostate
sample I asked you to, Nigel?

There's a joke
there somewhere.

Yeah, I did,
with a dollop of Congo Red.

I found a Calliphora Vomitoria
in the victim's ear.

His body's too fresh
for maggots.

Indeed.

And take a look there.

Blood flukes.

Could be schistosoma mansoni
given where he's from.

Ready for you, Dr. M.

[phone ringing]

[Macy]
Dr. Cuevas was right.

Amyloidosis, as a result
of his parasite infection.

Right.Dr. Macy.

It's Detective Carver.

She found the organ broker.

Organ brokering.

This is a joke, right?

We have phone records
of you calling Dr. Cuevas.

Manuel.

C'mere for a second.

Boy, are you two
gonna end up

with egg on your faces.

Manuel, tell
these good folks

what you do every week
at the Naranjo Market.

I pick up groceries
for Mr. Shyler.

Thank you.
That'll be all.

Sure, I call the stockroom.

I order groceries,

'cause they have
the best produce in town.

As for this Dr. Cuevas...

never heard of him before.

Let's just say I don't
believe in coincidence.

You were arrested
eight years ago

trying to buy a kidney
from an undercover officer.

My uncle needed it.

He died after three years
on a waiting list.

Maybe that spurred
your business plan.

Let's say, hypothetically,
you're right.

I'd think you,
as a doctor,

would appreciate
the beauty of a system

that saves lives
and benefits all.

That's a rosy view
of the black market.

Donors who need money
get paid for an organ

that goes to someone
dying on a waiting list.

It's a win-win.

A broker's a savior.

Or in this case, a murderer.

Whose murder?

The donor's.

When he's sacrificed
for all his parts

because the broker
got greedy.

Not to mention the disease
that could be spread

because nobody bothered
testing him.

There's nothing
hypothetical about it.

Well, then, it's a good thing
I'm not a broker, isn't it?

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I've got customers waiting.

I'll get traps
put on his phones.

The urban legend lives.

A broker's a savior.

Look on the body.

You should find
a left flank incision I sutured.

Dr. Macy.

You're not gonna
believe this.

You know that maggot we found
in Arturo Sanchez?

It's radioactive.

I mashed up
the little bugger

and got these
chromatography results.

It came from soil contaminated
with uranium 235.

That's used in power
and weapons plants.

The Concord Uranium
Processing Plant.

To be exact.

A study was done last year
to assess the cost

of cleaning
the contaminated site.

They did soil analysis

every 500 square feet.

You're looking
at the results.

What was the uranium level
in the maggot?

78.2 picoCuries.

Came from here.

[police siren sounding]

We got two decomposed
bodies so far,

strip-mined
like Arturo Sanchez.

Found some tire marks
and some drops of engine oil.

Looks like someone
was just here.

You got that right.

This one's fresh.

A piece of blue
plastic tarp,

just like we found
in the motel room.

All right, the murderer wrapped
the bodies in it

to transport 'em
to the gravesite.

Then he unfurled the tarp,
dumped the bodies,

and reused it.

He must've picked up
the maggot the last time.

Transferring it
to Arturo Sanchez

when he tried to wrap him up.

So your Dr. Cuevas
couldn't have been the culprit.

He was in custody when
the fresh body was dumped.

We haven't found our killer yet,
so the clock's ticking.

Okay, here's the game plan.

I want all three bodies tested
for infectious diseases--

HIV, hepatitis B and C,
rabies, etcetera.

I need a blood type,
HLA markers,

and a leukocyte crossmatch
on the fresh body.

Notify the National
Transplant Registry,

the potentially diseased
organs could be available

in the next 48 hours.

Let's determine
an exact time of death

on the two decomposed victims.

Start facial reconstruction

and cross-reference
any missing persons reports.

Tell me who you recognize.

There was no match to any
missing person,

so we assume they
were all illegal immigrants.

Did you operate
on these men?

Not that one.

The other two, yes.

You removed their kidneys?

Yes, and they were alive
when I left them.

Who could've done this?

Anyone.

Organs can be
crudely harvested,

as long as there was
somebody on the other end

who could clean them up
before transplant.

Do you know the names
of these men?

Look!

You may have been
cleared of murder,

but you should know you're still
in a helluva lot of trouble.

In Colombia, I was threatened
with bodily harm

if I refused
to treat a drug lord.

I came here

and I found myself
in a similar situation.

I am done with threats.

You could keep me locked up,
and I'd be glad.

I don't know his name,
but I have seen him before

at El Pescador restaurant.

He worked there as a busboy.

I'm here against
my better judgment.

Zach Bouchard's real name
was David Parks.

He was 32 years old, divorced.

What?

Well, that answers
my first question.

You obviously didn't know.

Look, it's possible

something from his past
caught up with him.

Whose past?

David Parks'?

Zach was 19.

He told me he loved me.

Was that a lie too?

Was anything real?

You happen to pull
any records from Finchley

on that Zach Bouchard?

Yes, what are you
looking for?

How somebody with no transcripts
got into an elite college.

Well, his application
said he was home schooled.

Somebody did a good job.

1600 on his SATs.

How could he be
a 32-year-old dropout--

a 32-year-old anything?

What?

I don't know,
but here it is.

He was 32?

Yeah.
What was he running from?

No record,
no warrants.

Maybe he didn't like
his family life,

maybe he wanted
to finish his education.

Yeah, but 32-year-olds
go to college.

Why pretend you're 19?

If you can get away
with it, why not?

Hey, Garret.

I need your signature
on a requisition.

There you go.

For an in-house masseuse.

I'm sorry, w-what?

Something on your mind?

[laughs]

I was just wondering
what I would do for a living

if I had to flee
the country.

Say no more.

Got a full tank of gas.

You'd be across
the border by midnight.

[laughs]

Okay.

Obviously, I have
some experience

with your commitment issues.

Just never thought they translated

to your career.

So what's this really about?

When I was a kid,
I wanted to be an engineer.

You know, the kind
that drives a train.

[laughs]

Then, when I started
playing drums,

I wanted to be a musician.

I don't know when
I wanted to be a doctor.

It just happened.

But now that I am,
could I not be one,

if I had to give it all up?

I...

None of us really know what we'd
do under those circumstances.

I'd like to think you'd find
another way to help people.

I think that's
who you are, Garret.

I wasn't asking you
to make me feel better.

I know.

I can't help it.

That's who Iam.

David Parks,
AKA Zach Bouchard,

didn't have a prescription
for hydrocodone,

but Professor Danvers did.

Okay, she didn't
kill him.

Well, according to her
pharmacist, she got the pills

in blister packs, just like
we found in Zach's dorm room.

You can find
blister packs like that

in half the dorm rooms
on any campus.

So now that you
bonded with the professor,

I'm supposed to
leave her alone.

She didn't do it.

And it's unlikely anyone from
his past wanted him dead.

I talked to his ex-wife.

She said he never made
an enemy in his life.

She explain why
he reinvented himself?

He dropped out of Ohio State
when she got pregnant.

They got married, but then she
left him for someone else.

She thinks he never
got over missing college.

[knocking]
Dr. Cavanaugh.

I finally got an ID
on that print.

Excuse me, but didn't
Professor Innocent say

that she did not see Zach
the day he died?

I guess this bloody fingerprint
was left behind

form some other time Zach
just happened to cut himself.

There were several witnesses
at the El Pescador restaurant

who saw you talking
to the victim

two days before he died.

It was in Mr. Shyler's car.

There was a security camera
in the parking lot.

[Macy]
You were using the restaurant

as a recruiting ground
for organ donors.

That's the down payment
for his kidney, I believe.

He was late on his rent.

I was helping him out.

Four victims have been
found eviscerated,

and you seem very unaffected.

But I had nothing
to do with it.

You already have your man.

Cuevas.

[elevator bell rings]

These donors
are getting us nowhere.

Well, we can nail Shyler another
way--through the recipients.

We're six hours out
from the most recent victim.

The organs of Arturo Sanchez

are probably being
transplanted as we speak.

Our best bet is the busboy.

He died six weeks ago.

Transplanted recipients might be
out of the hospital already.

I could tissue type him,

try finding matching recipients
who took themselves

off the waiting list
in the last six weeks.

Do it. I'll call the
National Transplant Registry.

Hi.

Hey, guys.Hi.

Vernon Abbott?

Yes. Can I help you?

I'm Garret Macy

with the Medical
Examiner's office.

How you doin' today?

Fine.

What's this all about?

You look good.
You look healthy.

You removed yourself from a
kidney transplant waiting list

five weeks ago.

I have reason to believe

that you purchased a kidney
on the black market.

You don't understand.

I had no choice. I was dying
on that waiting list.

I'm an old man.

Six more months,
I won't even be eligible

for a transplant operation.

I had to do something.

I want to see
my grandchildren...

grow up.

I need to know
who sold you that kidney.

But he saved my life.

You're not gonna do
your grandchildren

any good sittin' in jail.

His name is...

Roger Shyler.

How much did you pay him?

$60,000.

I transferred the money
directly into his account.

The bank helped us
track it back to Shyler.

I want every scrap
of paper seized.

Boston PD,
everybody freeze!

Son of a bitch.

There's no sign of him,
Dr. Macy.Okay.

Send a unit out immediately.
We'll be right there.

Those traps on Shyler's phone
may have paid off.

The last call outta here was
to a Russian national,

Karl Marchenko.

His private plane
is scheduled

to leave Wooster Airport
in half an hour.

How much you wanna bet
Shyler's on that plane?

Karl Marchenko?

Where's Roger Shyler?

I don't know.

Don't touch that!

Did you buy this
from Roger Shyler?

I don't know
who you're talking about.

No!

Please.

My son needs that heart.

I'm begging you.

We know you bought
that heart from Roger Shyler.

I told you, we met,
but he never gave me his name.

[phone ringing]Macy.

Yeah, I've got a match

on the print from the organ
preservation machine.

I'm emailing it over
right now. Okay.

[Carver]
You don't recognize him?

He's not here.

Are you sure?Positive.

That's him.

The guy who sold me
the heart.

[Carver]
Shyler's delivery boy?

Manuel Rios?

[Marchenko]
We met at a bar on Fremont.

He was nervous.

He left in a taxi
because he was worried

that someone was
following him.

What taxi company was it?

Yellow Cab, I think.

Let's find out
where he went.

There's a John Smith registered,
fits the description.

He had plenty of opportunity
to witness organ harvest.

If he was in charge
of cleanup afterwards,

it would've been easy
to kill the donors.

[whispering]
All right.

Police, freeze!
Drop it!

Macy!

He's alive.
Call the paramedics.

[man]
Got it.

Where's Shyler?

How should I know?

Was it his idea
to kill the donors?

Look, you're in enough
trouble as it is.

If you know anything--

Shyler was an idiot.

He was making pennies
off a lousy kidney.

And it was so easy to take
out everything, right?

No one's gonna miss
these guys.

Get him outta here.

Professor, now,
you said you did not

see Zach the day he died,

but we found

a fingerprint
on his bloody shirt.

All right.
I saw him.

I went to meet him
at the fencing gym.

He was hurt.
I helped him clean up.

[Woody]
Why'd you lie about that?

Love can make
you stupid, detective.

Anyone see you
leave the gym?

I passed Zach's roommate
Lucas on my way out.

[Woody]
You've recently filled a
prescription for hydrocodone.

The same drug
we found in Zach.

You care to explain?

He was in pain.
I thought they might help.

Help knock him out
so you could kill him?

Look, I could never--

I've never been
to Zach's room.

Why would I be
stupid enough--

In your own words,
Professor...

love makes you stupid.

This woman makes
Pinocchio look honest.

There's still no evidence
placing her in Zach's dorm room.

All right, you go
back to his room,

see if CSU missed anything.

I'll go find Lucas,

see if Danvers' alibi
version 5.0 checks out.

I kill my boyfriend, I gotta
leave a trace somewhere.

Now, to Burke a guy
while he's sleepin',

you're gonna have to sit
on his chest, right?

Yeah.

[sighs]

Well, then, you gotta
pull up on the frame...

to get enough pressure.

So there has to be
a print under here somewhere.

You find anything?

[sighs]
No.

Just dust bunnies.

You know what, uh...
All right, I'll get on top.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hey, yo.

Hey, man, we had
a seminar about this.

I'm staying right here.

Look--Okay, she lies
on top of him.

But she can't get enough
leverage, so...

She pushes up
against the top bunk...

to get pressure.

Would you pass me
the white light?

Yeah.

Thanks.

Oh. Adhesive on the left shoe.
Tape maybe.

[Sidney]
The professor's feet
are that big?

That the sword
you lost to Zach with?

I didn't lose.

That's not what I heard.

I also heard you would've
lost your scholarship,

if Zach hadn't been
conveniently murdered.

Look, like I said,
I didn't kill him.

[Jordan]
But if the shoe fits...

I'm guessing
these will.

I already matched them

to the shoe print found on the
bedspring above Zach's bunk.

And this tape matches
the adhesive we found.

Looks like you lose, Lucas.

Once again.

[elevator bell rings]

Dr. Cavanaugh.

I...I wanted
to thank you.

I'm just doing my job.

I was a real chump,
wasn't I?

You couldn't have known.

I suppose I'm grateful

that I wasn't a cradle
robber after all.

Not that the university
sees it that way.

I've been suspended,
pending a review.

I'm very sorry.

I know you think what Zach
and I had was wrong.

You were his advisor.

You had a duty
to maintain a boundary.

Tell me, have you had
many relationships?

Enough.

I haven't.

My marriage went
sour years ago.

So I've been alone
for a long time.

And it's hard when everyone
around you is finding

true love.

It's not an excuse.

But when Zach came along,
I just wasn't thinking.

I so wanted...

a second chance.

Don't we all deserve that?

[knocks]
Dr. Macy?

Come on in.

The DA is not pressing
any charges against me.

I think I have you
to thank for that.

This is a friend
of mine with INS.

He's expecting your call.

Why are you helping me?

Because I'd like
to think that someone

would do the same for me,
if I were in your position.

If...If I could
ever repay you--

No. It's all right,
Dr. Cuevas.

Hey, boss.

Hey.

Any leads on Shyler?

No.

Rumor has it

the heart you recovered
at the airport is missing.

Is that right?

Yeah, seems to have
made its way

to a Russian boy
in a Montreal hospital.

That's bizarre.

If you knew anything about this,
you'd tell me, though, right?

No.

Okay, just checking.

You feel like
grabbin' a drink?

Sorry, I already made plans.

It's The Dork, isn't it?

We talked.

Uh, so his laugh
hasn't changed,

but, you know,
he seemed...he seemed nice.

Nice is nice.

Everyone deserves
a second chance, right?

Word of advice.

Try not to sabotage
things before dessert.

Who, me?

[Dwight Yoakam]
♪ Stop the world
and let me off ♪

♪ I'm tired of going
round and round ♪

♪ I played the game
of love and lost ♪

♪ So stop the world
and let me off ♪