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♪ Far and fast as I can ♪

♪ It may sound funny, but I'm thinkin' this might ♪

♪ Be about right where I came in ♪

♪ Well, I don't know

♪ Maybe I'm comin' around

Look who it is-- the Fantastic Four.

Brace yourself. He's in suck-up mode.

This is a big one, guys.

Yeah.

Well, you get a call

first thing in the morning for four M.E.s,

you know it's gonna be...

big.

[camera clicking]

Watch where you step. There's shoe prints everywhere.

I'll lift the gel print.

No living witnesses. No apparent struggle.

One shot to the chest,

and then again to the head.

These two each got one in the back,

and again, one in the head.

The steps lead to each victim,

which says that our shooter's first round

was on the move.

[camera clicks]

Guy made damn sure the second round he fired

did the job.

Wounds look like a nine millimeter.

A place like this,

how much could they have gotten away with?

Wasn't any robbery.

Register's full, tip money's untouched--

wallets, purses.

So, what, we have random mayhem?

I don't know, I was kind of hoping

that you guys would tell me.

Hey, guys, I'm afraid things

are about to get a lot more complicated.

Special Agent Robert Feeney, F.B.I.

Swell.

Can't imagine it was a chance encounter.

More like a hit.

[camera clicks]

F.B.I.

I'm Garret Macy, chief M.E.

I understand you have a personal stake in this, but--

Hey! Show a little respect.

All right.

Where's this agent's vehicle?

Excuse me?

It's not in the street.

You know, fellas, we actually just arrived ourselves, so--

You wanna tell us what's going on here?

There's other agents on the way.

Was it something we said?

[suspenseful rock music]

How weird was that?

One of their own lying here dead,

and all those two can think about

is his breakfast date?

Let's bag and tag all this stuff.

The water glasses, the utensils.

Wait a minute. Look at this.

Lipstick.

What's up, not your shade?

Not this victim's, either.

She's not even wearing lipstick.

It's a map of the city sights.

Looks like she was taking a tour of Boston.

No clue this would be her last stop.

Swedish passport.

Ingrid Andersson, 24.

Was that Andersson with two S's?

Lars Andersson, 26.

So what was she doing with the fed over here?

Asking directions?

Tourists.

Wrong place, wrong time.

Welcome to Boston.

If she wasn't with Feeney, who was his breakfast companion?

Maybe she got away

while everyone else was being shot.

Maybe the shooter kidnapped her.

Maybe she was the shooter.

It's a near-perfect print.

Give us an I.D. as soon as you can.

Shoe print?

It has a distinct pattern that doesn't match

any of the victims' shoes.

Once we can I.D. the brand,

we can inquire with all the outlets that carry it.

Match the shoe to the owner.

Just like Cinderella,

except without the happily ever after.

It appears our agent wasn't inclined

to stray far from his work.

Portable hard drive?

It's government issue.

Very black ops.

40 gigabyte, both USB andfirewire ports

with super-fast transfer?

I am not worthy.

Can you figure out what's on it?

Is the bear Catholic?

And if he is, does that mean the pope--

[beeps]

Uh, guys, you're gonna wanna take a look at this.

We got a match.

Samantha Rae, Fritztown, Pennsylvania.

Born October, 1977.

Shouldn't there be a photo, DMV or something?

Maybe she doesn't drive.

Or maybe she's camera shy.

Or maybe using a fake I.D.

Don't start with conspiracy theories, Jordan.

It's still too early in the morning.

Come on, Garret,

take a step over to the dark side.

You know you want to.

Yo, Dr. Macy, I got a track

on Feeney's credit card usage.

He filled up at two gas stations

between Cambridge and Philly within the last 12 hours.

Wonder what was in Philadelphia.

Feeney's breakfast date, Samantha Rae.

Nigel, portable hard drive.

Ah, that's gonna be a while--decoding.

Meantime, though, I did receive

these incredibly grainy surveillance photos.

From where?

Primitive bank machine

across the street from the diner.

Still uses videotape, if you can believe it.

We'd be looking for a woman

driving off in Agent Feeney's car after the shooting.

I do have what looks like a woman in a car right here.

It's still pixilating as we speak.

Uh, I know that this case takes precedence, Dr. Macy,

but we've got a full crypt.

A little delegation of labor would be helpful.

Fine, grab Sidney.

You can pull Bug, too, if you need him.

Ugh, I do. I need them both.

You think you can get this any clearer?

Patience, Woodrow.

Meantime, feast your eyes upon this.

By measuring her frame against the hood of the car,

it appears that we're looking for a woman 5' 7",

120 pounds,

and quite a hottie.

Or a killer.

Remember, it's not funny.

Ho! When you say that, it's gonna be funny.

But it's not.What's not?

Medics just brought him in.

Frank Chiemingo, age 57.

Suffered a massive coronary

in the upper deck of a Bruins game.

Wow...you know, for a true fan,

that's a great way to go.

Uh, doubtful.

They had just lost in overtime.

Yeah, but what's "not funny" about it?

[zipper]

Oh!

That.

Yeah, that.

Apparently the medics thought it was funny.

But it's not.

No, no, no. Absolutely not.

I'll put this with his personal effects.

Please.

[laughs]

Hey, what are you doing?

What's it look like?

I absolutely never cut off the victims' clothes

unless it's absolutely necessary.

Well, that's absolutely good for you,

but it is necessary.

I mean, look at the size of this guy.

Just get me more collection kits.

Hold on, excuse me?

When have I fallen into the role of assisting you?

Gee, I don't know.

Uh, seniority?

And how long are you gonna hold that over my head?

I mean, how many years?

How many you plan on being here?

More collection kids coming up, sir.

What is his problem?

Well, you know, your tone was a little...

My tone?

He was about to cut the clothes off my body.

Are you threatened by Sidney?

Threatened? By him?

I mean, sure, he's well-liked and...

he does a good job.

But that has no bearing on you.

We have plenty of love for you both.

Come on, it's not about love, Lily.

It's about respect.

The kind of respect that I show for Jordan.

The kind she shows for Dr. Macy.

She does?

Come on, you know she does.

It's about experience.

[slam]

Collection kits.

What's next, Dr. Bug?

Well...I'll let you kids work this out.

Fine, okay. You need a quote?

How about, regardless of the F.B.I.'s statement,

we are still processing evidence

and have not yet reached a conclusion.

End quote.

Yeah, that ought to piss them off.

No, wait-- don't quote me on that.

Just...fine, great. You know what?

You're welcome.

Big surprise--F.B.I. just issued an A.P.B.

for Samantha Rae.

Alerting the media before saying word one to us.

That's par for the course.

Do we know anything more about her?

That girl is an enigma wrapped in a riddle.

Uh, Fritztown, PA. Population 478.

One movie theater, two traffic lights.

Yawn factor alone would have me jumping in front of a bus.

Samantha works at the local pharmacy.

Been living there three months.

What's the enigma part?

Well, it seems that prior to those three months,

Samantha Rae didn't exist at all.

What?

No trace of her before Fritztown.

Social Security number was issued three months ago,

the same with her bank account.

Three months.

So we've got a woman with a false identity

having breakfast with an F.B.I. agent.

Let me see those numbers.

Hey, Larry, it's Hoyt.

I need you to run some numbers for me.

Social Security, ATM.

Okay, I've cracked the portable hard drive

found on Feeney's body.

It contains a full surveillance report

on one Albert Lemere.

French national, and some kind

of international criminal.

F.B.I.'s been tracking him for years.

Arrested three months ago

on trafficking, conspiracy, and extortion.

Now at Lompoc Federal Prison, awaiting trial.

When did Samantha Rae come into the picture?

About two days after Lemere's arrest.

Three months ago. You see a pattern here?

All right, thank you, Larry.

All right, P.D.'s got all the numbers.

Samantha Rae makes one false move,

and she is ours.

No, she's ours.

Excuse me, you can't just walk in here.

Why not?

You seem to have no problem

meddling in our business.

How is their helping Boston P.D.

solve a multiple homicide your business?

Samantha Rae is none of your concern.

Even after you put out an A.P.B. on her?

She's quite dangerous.

Yeah, she stands about 5' 7", 120 pounds.

[cell phone rings]Brown hair.

This is Hoyt.

We'll be taking these.

Go ahead. We've got copies.

I know we seem abrupt here.

But we can't have other agencies

screwing up our case.

We'll try to be careful.

Samantha Rae just used her credit card

six minutes ago.

Where?

You really wanna know?

Then we're all gonna be working together on this.

There's a train boarding.

All right, you guys check that.

I got the line.

Excuse me.

Yeah.

Samantha Rae!

Stop! Boston P.D.!

Stop!

Put it down.

Okay, okay.

I'm putting the gun down.

Did you kill those people?

No!

In the diner-- did you kill them?!

No!

But you're trying to kill me too?

Listen, I'm a cop!

F.B.I.?

Boston P.D. The feds just wanna--

They're wrong.

The feds are wrong. Don't believe them.

I won't.

It wasn't me.

I didn't kill anybody.

I believe you. I do.

But right now, I gotta ask you to calm down,

take a deep breath,

and get the gun away from my head.

Now I'm gonna turn around real slow.

I just wanna help--

We got nothing.What about you?

Same here. Nothing.

What are you looking at?

♪ Early this mornin', I was washin' my face ♪

♪ Thinkin' 'bout goin' to town ♪

♪ Sick and tired of hangin' around this place ♪

His personal effects reek of beer.

A Bruins' fan to the bitter end.

What are you doing?

Heart, bag... Oh, I'm bagging his heart.

Well, not only is that the wrong bag,

but you should be double bagging.

Well, first of all,

we ran out of organ bags days ago.

And secondly, do I look like some kind of grocery boy?

Look, I like to individually bag each organ

and then put them all in a larger bag.

Key words being that you like to.

It's the most efficient way.

It's not eco-friendly.

Just do it.

You know what?

Can we just get this all out in the open?

Yeah, please.

I don't work for you.

No, but I do outrank you.On what chart?

I've worked here for seven years, Sidney.

You've barely been here five months.

And I wasn't born the day I arrived!

I put in three years

at Presbyterian Hospital before this,

and another two with an AIDS mission

through the Sudan.

So I know my way around!

Oh, please, don't throw noble causes

up at me, Sid.

I mean, it's quite commendable,

but we've all paid our dues!

Believe me!

Hey, guys.

What?! What?!

Mrs. Chiemingo is here to I.D. her husband.

Well, good.

Then let Brother Theresa here handle it.

And you quit stand-up for this?

Uh, have you done a death notification before?

It's nothing I can't handle.

Aren't you forgetting something?

His belongings.

Thank you.

You saw her?

Samantha Rae.

She got the drop on me.

You didn't get beat up by a girl again, did you?

She sounded more scared than anything else.

Said somebody was trying to kill her.

The Tweedle Dum and Dumber see her?

I'm sorry, the F.B.I.?

No, it was just me.

Cavanaugh. Oh, no.

That is great, Tony, just great.

What is so great, and who is Tony?

He's a buddy of mine over at DMV.

Asked him to cross-reference Feeney's license plate

with every parking ticket handed out

in the last 24 hours.

Looks like you just got lucky.

First of all, Mrs. Chiemingo,

we'd just like to say

how sorry we are for your loss.

Don't be.

I married an idiot.

Excuse me?

A grown man paints his face

and takes off his shirt at an ice rink?

You're an idiot, Frankie!

Hmm.

Apparently he died of a heart attack.

Doctor said it was just a matter of time,

the way he ate, drank,

yelled at the TV.

Well, uh, at least he died,

you know, doing something he loved.

[scoffs] On our anniversary?

That's right.

The selfish son of a bitch would rather go to the game

than stay home on our anniversary.

Um...

Oh, uh, these are his personal effects, ma'am.

Idiot! He did it to get on TV.

Did it work?

Every game, every night.

I'd get calls, friends laughing.

And not withhim, believe me.

Not that he cared. No, he was famous!

Uh, again, ma'am,

we offer our deepest sympathies--

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Me too.

Can't you find another hobby?

I don't like being followed.

Like you're the only one

who thought to look for parking tickets.

You didn't just see that guy?

What guy?

Guy who just peeled off.

30-ish, olive complexion, green sedan.

That's twice I've seen him now.

Here and at the train station.

And you said nothing then?

You know who I'm talking about?

In due time, Hoyt.

Trust me.

Feeney's laptop's got an untitled file listing.

Four names, last among them,

Samantha Rae.

The other three look familiar to you?

To me?

This is F.B.I. stuff.

What do they have in common with Samantha Rae?

You said "in due time," and I think that time is due.

These people were all supposed to testify

against a drug lord named Albert Lemere.

Past tense.

That's right.

They've each met with an untimely death.

By our mystery man in the green car?

Yes, that's what we think.

And you think that he killed the people in the diner?

No, those we think were carried out

by the one witness who's still alive.

Samantha Rae.

Real name is Pamela Bragman.

She called herself a freelance reporter

doing a story on the drug trade

in Afghanistan.

We're fuzzy on the details

of how she met Lemere,

but suffice it to say

that a reporter's salary couldn't compete

with the lavish lifestyle

that a drug kingpin could provide.

[beep]

Morocco, Rome, France, Mexico.

We arrested him three months ago.

She cut a deal in exchange for testimony.

We put her in the program,

and Samantha Rae was born.

What was she doing with Feeney?

Lemere's trial starts Wednesday.

Feeney was bringing her in,

stopping at the diner

where we were supposed to take custody.

But the transfer never happened.

It appears our girl still remains loyal to Lemere.

Rather than testify against him,

we believe she carried out the murders of Feeney

and the five innocent bystanders.

Conspiring with mystery man.

Yes, that would be the logical conclusion.

She's armed and dangerous, detective.

And a pathological liar

that we never should have trusted.

And neither should you.

Those three other names on Feeney's laptop,

very interesting.

Very cloak-and-dagger,

and always something very much in common.

I know. They're very dead.

Yeah, but what you don't know

is they all lived in the greater Boston area

and passed through this verymorgue.

Enough. Have you still got their files?

Three deaths, none related.

One drowning, one car accident.

And one shot with a nine millimeter

straight through the forehead.

Got a photograph of the bullet right here.

Well, we have an actual bullet

right here.

Ah, looks like, uh...

nine millimeter.

Yep, it's a match.

That was easy.

What have we stumbled onto here?

These people all rolled into the morgue

the day after Lemere was arrested.

They were all gonna testify against Albert Lemere

until Samantha Rae--

You mean Pamela Bragman.

Whoever the hell she is,

she got rid of nearly every witness for the prosecution.

That's what the feds think.

Meaning Lemere will walk.

To think I was actually starting to believe

she was innocent.

[gun cocks]

I'm sorry, uh... Do I know you?

I think you do.

What the F.B.I. is saying isn't true.

I didn't kill those people!

Then give me the gun and tell me who did.

Not yet.

I need proof.

Feel like grabbing a--

It's okay, Garret.

You call this okay?

I was going after a story. I'm a journalist.

And when you were called to testify--

Agent Feeney and I stopped by the diner.

We were waiting for other agents

who were gonna come and get me.

I got up, and I went to the bathroom and...

When the shooting stopped,

and I came out,

and I saw what had happened...

I took Agent Feeney's gun, and I got out of there.

This is because of me. I need to make it right.

And how do you propose to do that?

Here, take it.

If the bullets that you

pull from the victims are a match,

then turn me in.

Don't call the F.B.I.

until I have a chance to prove myself.

You're asking an awful lot.

I hope I'm asking the right people.

Ugh!

How'd it go?

Uh, different, to say the least.

Are you checking up on my work?

I have been.

Where is it?

Where's what?

The heart. I can't find it.

Oh, again with the stand-up routine?

You see me laughing?

Bug, come on.

You know, you just love to try to make me look bad.

You do that all by yourself.

Enough sniping.

Wait.

You're right.

You didn't lose it.

Apparently you gave it to the man's wife

instead of his personal effects!

Oh...my...God!

What were you thinking?!

Me? You're the one that handed it to me.

I did not! Yes, you did!

I was walking out, and you went,

"Hey, aren't you forgetting something?"

Oh, my God! He's right.

Did I?

Yeah, well, it was certainly not on purpose!

Oh my--

Okay, okay.

Gotta stay cool.

We are talking automatic lawsuit here.

Not if she hasn't opened it yet.

It's only a matter of time.

Did you feel it was a heart in there

before you gave it to that poor woman?

Guys--

Well, if you hadn't been all over my case,

maybe I would have!

If you would just do what I ask you to do!

Worry about your own stuff--Stop! Stop it!

Bug, over there! Sidney, that way!

But he never listens to anything--

No buts!

You are both very smart, fairly grown men,

who are acting like preschoolers,

and that's why this happened!

Now...we have to get that heart back.

And the question is how.

Yeah, well, I'm sure he'll figure something out.

You know, if you wanna blame me, that's fine.

So help me, I will hurt you both!

Mrs. Chiemingo opens that,

she'sgonna have a heart attack,

and we can all continue this fight

on the unemployment line!

Now, for the sake of this office,

and much more importantly,

for the sake of that poor woman,

I suggest you put aside your so-called differences

and get the heart back!

[door slams]

She's right.

Stop.

I'll go.

No, I gave it to her.

I'll go.

And I gave it to you.

Then we'll both go.

No, it's my body, my responsibility.

Are we gonna argue about this now?

You know, when I first started here--

Oh, here we go.

I thought I knew everything,

and nobody could tell me otherwise.

First of all, I don't know everything,

and you can tell me whatever.

Is it possible to suspend your disbelief for a moment

and imagine it's not you we're talking about?

Back then, I had somebody who was giving me a hard time,

despite all my vast previous experience.

Constantly challenging my findings,

questioning my judgment.

He still does on occasions.

Dr. Macy?

Yeah, and I hated it.

I really did.

But I am also better for it.

So, while I know it's unpleasant,

just be grateful it's me who's giving you a hard time

and not Dr. Macy.

And now I really am gonna pull rank on you here, Sidney.

I am gonna go to Mrs. Chiemingo,

and I am gonna get the heart back.

This is on me, Sidney, not you.

What are you gonna say to get it back?

I'll think of something.

The truth, maybe.

Yeah, that's a bad idea.

This gun did not kill those people in the diner.

You believe me now?

You got a ways to go.

Ohh, this is the strangest day.

[Garret] What is it now?

Uh, nothing.

It's just, Woody's asking for you.

He's waiting in the lobby.

He's waiting?

Since when does he not just barge right in?

Since he's got two feds with him?

You called them?

Of course I didn't call them.

But since they're here...

Pamela, for your own safety,

maybe you should go with them.

Please. I'm begging you, don't.

Um...

What should I tell them?

If she tries anything, scream.

If she tries anything,

I will drop her like a set of keys.

Please.

Whoever killed Agent Feeney and the others

had no trouble getting around these guys.

I'm better off on my own.

Where is she?

First of all, what makes you think she's here?

She called information on her cell, Doc.

Asked for the address here.

Yeah, something tells me

she wasn't planning on sending fan mail.

W-wait a minute.

Maybe you're not familiar

with the term aiding and abetting.

Her gun didn't kill those people.

Oh, I know that doesn't clear her.

I also know she's scared to death

that you two can't protect her.

Really? Is that what you told her?

Just to be on the safe side,

why not let Detective Hoyt take her in?

Sounds like a reasonable compromise.

Just to be on the safe side,

I'm gonna be there.

Follow me.

What the hell you trying to pull?

Nigel!

Yeah?Where are they?

Whom are we discussing?

Pamela Bragman. Where is she?

I dunno.

It's okay, Nigel. Tell us.

Uh, Jordon thought that perhaps if Pamela

could piece together the shooting at the diner--

The diner. Let's go.

Jordan.

She's gone!

Knowing Jordan's lead foot,

they're probably halfway there.

She's still not picking up her cell.

She's gonna get them both killed.

We'll meet you guys there.

You're not going anywhere.

Excuse me?

Whoa, whoa, whoa! That's city property!

[gunshot]

And now it's damaged city property.

Are you out of your mind?!

I will not be responsible

for endangering any more civilian lives.

I'm not a civilian, jackass!

Woody, take it easy! Knock it off!

[tires screech]

Son of a bitch!

[Garret] My car!

Let's go.What are we gonna do?

We're gonna follow them, what do you think?

Why don't you let me drive?

Get in the car!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

[tires screeching]

That's him. That's him.

That's the dude who's been following us!

We gotta stop him!

Easy, Doc, easy. Look out.

I got it.

[tires screech]

Slow down, slow down. Car, car, car.

Will you be quiet for a second?

Stay down, stay down. Let me see some hands.

Let me see some hands!

Hands!

Now, open the door and step out of the vehicle.

Slowly, real slow-like.

Hands behind your head.

Turn around and face the vehicle.

Quiet.

You're a little nuts, you know that, Doc?

And you're making a big mistake.

I think you're the one making the mistake, pal.

What are you doing following us?

I'm not following you.

What do you want with Pamela?

Who?

You know damn well-- Pamela Bragman.

I know damn well you're out of your jurisdiction.

I been hearing that a lot lately.

You should work with the feds.

Funny you should say that.

Woody...

He's F.B.I.

It's I.A.D.

Internal Affairs.

I'm conducting an in-house investigation.

On Agents Sullivan and Blair.

Investigating the murder of Agent Feeney.

Look, if this Pamela didn't kill Feeney,

then whoever did knows she's the only living witness.

Let's go.

Get back in your car.

See, now you're being smart.

My keys, man. Hurry up!

My keys!

What the hell? [handcuffs snap]

You son of a bitch!

Mind your feet and try not to touch anything.

This is still an active crime scene.

This is a little game

my father and I used to like to play.

Feel out the space, retrace the steps.

I want to know exactly how it happened.

Every detail, just the way you remember it.

I'll try.

[Pamela] We're sitting right here at the counter.

He asked me to keep my back to the door,

so I wouldn't be seen.

He was being so careful.

[Jordan] So careful that he sent you to the bathroom?

That's when the tourists must have come over

to ask directions.

♪ I went down

♪ To the house of the crosses ♪

[silencer gunshot]

♪ I saw my mama

♪ Fall on her knees

♪ Well, she said to me

♪ I don't know how people could be ♪

♪ I don't know how people could be so evil ♪

♪ She said to me

I waited a little while.

And then, when I came out,

I couldn't believe my eyes.

There was blood everywhere.

I just--I grabbed Feeney's keys and his gun,

and I ran out for my life.

Okay, let's say Feeney saw someone coming

and sent you to the bathroom just to be careful.

What are you saying?

I'm saying that maybe he knew this person.

[tires screech]

But didn't trust them enough...

to leave you sitting

at the counter.

But who? Who would do that?

I don't know, but until we do,

maybe you should get back to the bathroom, now.

She's still not picking up.

She might have it turned off.

Jordan, call me, okay?

The feds are on their way to you.

Do not trust them. Do you hear me?

Do nottrust them.

Where is she?

In the bathroom.

This was a bad idea.

You could have gotten her killed.

Where's your partner?

Keeping watch in the car outside.

You're both now in very grave danger.

Yeah, I can see that.

Clever girl.

Next time, you should try wearing slippers.

They're virtually untraceable.

I'll keep that in mind.

Better call for backup.

You really think you can get away with this?

Why not?

You took an enormous chance

bringing her here.

I was on my way to your rescue, but...

Lemere's people got here first.

You were dead when I got here.

[silencer firing, glass breaking]

Come on out, ladies.

The game is over.

You can say that again.

Come on. Let's see 'em.

Get down.

Nice going, Jordan.

Well, ma'am, allow me to get to the point.

I know it's late, and you're obviously in mourning.

I was sleeping. What do you want?

Well, ma'am, it's about your husband's personal effects.

There were two bags-- one with a big, foamy,

novelty--

The finger.

The finger, right.

Only I'm here about the other bag.

Have you had a chance to look inside?

No.

Oh, no? That's very good.

Why?

Why?Why is that very good?

I just need to check the serial number on the back.

Only don't look inside.

If I'm right, it'll spoil the surprise.

I hate surprises.

Then please give me the bag.

Now you make me wanna look in it.

No, please.

Look, ma'am...

Allow me to be honest.

No, doctor, allow me.

Uh, it was my mistake, after all.

What mistake?

I'm afraid one of your husband's belongings

got lost in the shuffle

back at the morgue.

What belonging?

What is that?

It was in his pants pocket.

This was Frankie's?

Yeah. It's also engraved.

"Happy Anniversary, love, your number one fan."

My...

[crying] You mean--

Right. There was a card too.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Um, how did it go again?

"The Bruins are my team--"

"But... you hold my heart. "

Right.

Right, you hold my heart.

Ma'am, may I...

have the silver bag?

[crying] Help yourself.

Thank you.

It's so beautiful.

It's beautiful.

"508250."

It's a match.

Great, great.

Well, ma'am, we'll, uh,

leave you to admire your husband's heart.

Thanks.

Thank you.

Thanks a million.

You're welcome.

Oh, Frankie, Frankie.

[bawling] Frankie!

You couldn't tell me you were gonna do that

before I almost caved?

I thought about it just a half hour ago.

Well, it was brilliant.

Excuse me?

You heard me.

Well done.

Well, you know, when I thought

you were gonna tell the truth, I just--

Bad idea.

Yeah, but I really like the sound of that.

"Brilliant."

You were right.

Uh... No, I mean...

It's really good that I have someone pushing me.

Well, perhaps you don't require it quite as much

as I've been doling it out.

You owe me $50 for your half of the locket.

How much?

$50.

Hey, you said this was on you, not me, man.

I was just trying to help you out.

Done.

[chuckles]

You hungry?Starved.

Cool, 'cause I know this really nice steak house nearby.

But let's just keep that in the car.

Yeah.

♪ Far and fast as I can ♪

♪ It may sound funny, but I'm thinkin' this might ♪

♪ Be about right where I came in ♪

♪ Well, I don't know

Woody.

No, thank you. I'm driving.

I'll take Woody's.Not alone.

Easy, folks.

Okay, how about to the innocent victims?

May they rest in peace.

That was a stupid thing you did tonight, Jordan.

Putting yourself out there for a perfect stranger.

Going back to the scene of the crime unprotected.

And this surprises you how?You were lucky.

Could have ended up a whole different way.

Believe it or not, there's still a few of us

around here who'd miss you if it had.

Wow, backhanded as that was,

I'll just take it as a compliment.

Hey, you ready?

I think so.

Her mom is meeting us at the precinct.

I haven't seen or spoken to her in over three months.

And I probably wouldn't be doing so now

if it weren't for you guys.

Thank you doesn't quite cover it.

It'll do.

Okay, so you did one good thing tonight.

No, we. Wedid one good thing.

Did you mean that?

You know, when you were saying

that you actually care about what happens to me.

Of course I did.

So would that also include my financial health?

[laughs]

Okay, yeah. I didn't think so.

Cool.

♪ My heart's a little ragged ♪

♪ But it's all that I got ♪

♪ So I'm gonna give it a try ♪

♪ Look out, world, I'm comin', ready or not ♪

♪ I don't wanna let you pass me by ♪

♪ Here I go, maybe I'm comin' around ♪

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