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-A sniper. -Didn't give a damn about killing cops.

From the Governor. You are now officially suspended.

You made it very clear that you think that we're better off as friends.

I only said that because I knew you wouldn't be able to say what I wanted to hear.

[Jordan] You buried evidence. You knew the truth.

And you covered it up.

[gunshot]

[indistinct chatter]

[gunshots echoing]

[inaudible]

What the hell are you staring at?

Hey, I'm sorry, Doctor. I can't let you...

I'm going to wipe that smile right off your damn face!

That's enough, Doc.

Well, looks like you'll be able to play violin again after all.

Six weeks of rehab, you'll be good as new.

They say that plants speed up recovery.

-Something about the chlorophyll. -[Woody] I meant it.

What I said last night.

You whisper something in my ear,

it's supposed to change everything. It doesn't.

You've been through a lot, Woody.

I think maybe we should talk about this later.

I'm serious.

Just 'cause I'm going to get better...

-Woody. -Jordan.

Leave.

[theme music playing]

I've got a minute and 42 seconds before he makes his rounds again.

There's no rule against getting a cup of coffee.

Or in your case, five.

I gotta stay sharp. Efficient.

You're not getting fired, Nigel.

Yeah. That's easy for you to say. You're the teacher's pet.

Anyway, how would you know

unless you two have been talking about me behind my back.

-Would you listen to yourself? -What?

Well, you heard him. All that talk about efficiency.

Someone is getting fired.

It's between me and Sidney.

And that little bugger's been putting in overtime.

You know what, no one's stopping you from coming in a little earlier.

And face it, the dress code just comes a little easier to me.

Sure. Yes.

And your lips just happen to be placed strategically low enough for Slocum's ass.

All right, stop it!

You're being childish. Both of you.

Change is an inevitability in life.

Well, well, well. What do we have here?

This must be an impromptu efficiency meeting.

Or could it be the beginning of a coup?

Hmm?

Just getting a little coffee. That's all.

I just got called by Detective Seely.

He wants an M.E. on a crime scene down at Nutting Lake on some farm.

Dr. Vijay, why don't you take one of these colleagues

and go down there and see?

-I'll do it. -I'll do it, sir.

-I'm a much better guy. -Won't be a problem.

Either one of you will do.

[knocking on door]

Yeah. Come in.

Hey.

Aren't you supposed to be ignoring me, too?

They're disappointed. That's all.

They've been expecting you to lead the revolution.

I must've missed that memo.

What's going on, Jordan? We haven't talked in weeks.

I'm just doing my work.

Oh!

Guess they're never going to find him, are they?

-That must be tough on Woody. -I wouldn't know.

I haven't heard from him in two months.

-I thought you two were-- -I lied.

I heard he got a desk job two weeks ago. I just assumed he'd call.

People can have complicated reactions to traumatic events.

It's not uncommon for someone to pull away

from the very people that they care about the most.

I pushed him away, Lily.

I sat on the fence for too long and I pushed him away.

-[door opens] -[Slocum] Dr. Cavanaugh.

I noticed that you were scheduled for three autopsies today.

You know the rules. You don't go home till you're finished.

I would start with the burn victim in Trace. Thank you.

[door slams]

I hate him.

John Doe. Found in a cardboard box behind North Station.

Must've been cooking or something.

All right, listen.

I'm sorry about the cold shoulder. It's just...

Forget about it. No big deal.

I don't think this was a cooking accident. I've got bloody prints here.

So someone strangled him and then covered it up with a little hibachi action?

These prints might belong to the murderer. Run them.

And the blood, too.

[Sidney] There's something fused in his pocket.

-Hand me the acetone. -Yeah.

[Jordan] Thanks.

[Sidney] What is it?

Wayne Riggs.

What? The same Wayne Riggs that shot Woody?

Yeah. That Wayne Riggs.

[Nigel] I feel like I'm in Kansas.

-Hey. -Hey.

What took you guys so long?

-Who's the suit? -Not a suit. He's the body.

Rigor must be holding him up.

Go ahead. Open the suit jacket.

You know, I never took anatomy,

but isn't something supposed to be inside there?

Yeah, his heart.

It's missing.

Ah! Oh!

Don't look at me like that. I just touched the jacket.

Rigor's waning. Puts time of death at 14 to 16 hours ago.

Someone went to a lot of trouble to set up this tableau.

Who found the body?

The wife. Margaret Titleman.

She'd been out all day looking for their dog. She's in there with her sons.

[woman crying]

[coughing]

Mrs. Titleman?

Take deep breaths.

[breathing heavily]

Her eyes are jaundiced. Does she have any liver problems?

No. I don't think so.

-Mrs. Titleman. Mrs. Titleman? -Here, try this.

Oliver.

Dr. Vijay. Nice to see you again.

It's terrible, isn't it? My step-father? Just awful.

Wait a minute. You two know each other?

[Oliver] I'm sorry to hear about Dr. Macy.

I was so hoping that he'd be here.

Would you do me a favor? Tell him that I say hello.

That I'm...back.

You know what it's like, don't you, Dr. Macy?

Writers can write, painters can paint.

If you've got a passion for forensics...

And there's a dead body hanging in the woods

on your way home from school.

I just couldn't help myself.

[remote beeps]

He got off with an insanity defense

and was sent to a juvenile psych hospital.

It's ridiculous. He should've gotten life.

Instead he gets a tree-lined mental hospital out in Provincetown.

Well, until last month, at least, on his 21st birthday.

Only took Oliver three years to convince a psychiatrist that he was cured.

And sure enough, he murders his step-father this morning.

Three hours and the case is closed.

Dr. Vijay, that's the kind of efficiency that makes my heart sing.

Actually, there's no evidence that ties him to the murder.

-Or rather, there won't be. -Won't be?

The murders three years ago,

de did just to play a game of cat and mouse with Dr. Macy.

He fancies himself a forensics prodigy.

A real geek for the stuff.

He crafted the perfect murders just to impress Dr. M.

Only, Dr. Macy tripped him up.

Yeah, but these two think that the murder this morning is Oliver's gauntlet.

That he's asking Macy for a rematch.

So bringing Dr. Macy on to the case may be the only way to catch this kid.

Do you know what I think?

I think it's a load of crap.

I want to see every file on this kid's handiwork.

Then I want you to move the body from Trace to Autopsy.

If you can't handle it, I sure can.

And let me make this perfectly clear.

Dr. Macy doesn't work here anymore.

Doesn't he just light up a room?

I'll get Walcott to go over his head.

Authorize bringing Macy on to consult.

Yeah, but one of you guys is gonna have to ask him.

That guy hates me.

Don't look at me.

I'm in full watch-my-own-ass mode around here, mate.

You're gonna have to do it, Bug.

Me? No way. What if Slocum finds out?

Well, who we gonna get to do it then?

-What is this? -[Macy] Protein. Whey.

A little green algae.

Oh, looks like stomach contents.

-Tastes like it, too. -Stop.

So, are you in?

No. Not interested.

You'll catch him. You don't need me.

Aren't you bored, Garret?

Not at all. I mean, ride my bike an hour-and-a-half every day.

Reading books I never had a chance to read. I'm sleeping better.

Should've done this years ago.

Wow. Maybe you should just take up shuffleboard.

Life has chapters, Jordan.

And a meaningful life is one that recognizes them and doesn't fight it.

You get that from a fortune cookie?

I'm not coming back.

He's going to keep killing till he gets your attention.

You know that.

Hey.

Well?

-He's not coming back. -And that surprises you?

Wouldn't that mean the man is admitting defeat?

Really? And how's that?

Well, just look at our efficiency rating since the man left.

The fact is his tenure here was a disaster.

The man has mediocre talent and questionable ethics.

I think you should quit while you're ahead.

I think I'm just getting started.

No, you're not. No.

We've been listening to your crap for two months now.

You're a bully and a creep.

And the truth is no one here likes or respects you.

-Jordan, I kind of need you-- -Not now.

I've watched you turn this morgue from a place that we all loved

into an anal-retentive dictatorship.

You're an obsessive-compulsive android with Napoleon complex.

And I actually live for the day

when someone takes that bonsai tree of yours

and shoves it so far up your ass you will have--

Jordan. Jordan. Jordan.

...pine needles coming out of your nose.

Really got to show you this.

He's lucky I didn't kick him in the nuts.

What? Wouldn't be the first time.

Jordan, that bloody print you had me trace,

the one we thought might be Riggs' killer?

-What about it? -I traced it.

It's a perfect match.

Woody.

Oh, hey. Jordan. It's, uh, nice to see you.

Nice to see you. Is that all?

No. I mean, you know, it's, it's nice to see you. It's been a while.

[scoffs]

Yeah. It has.

We need to talk.

You lying son of a bitch!

You told me that you weren't looking for Riggs.

You didn't even care that the guy was dead!

I think I would remember if I killed the guy.

Woody, we found your bloody prints on Riggs' neck!

Okay.

Yes. I was looking for Riggs. But I never found him, Jordan.

I swear. I found his fence. Some guy named Jack.

That's the guy who sold Riggs the armor-piercing bullets.

I got a little rough with him, but I did not kill him, Jordan.

Please. You gotta believe me.

Woody, if you are lying to me,

I swear to God...

[Lily] He asked me to water his bonsai.

What do I look like? A gardener?

[incredulously] Dr. Macy!

[sarcastically] Very impressive.

You and Walcott made a nice little end run around me, didn't you?

You must be very proud of yourself.

All I want to do is help get this kid off the street

before he kills again.

Ah, I forgot how earnest you can be.

I know this kid and I know what he's capable of.

Right. He cut somebody's heart out. I've seen worse.

He performed a letter-perfect autopsy to remove the heart

and make it look like cause of death.

It's a riddle.

Oh, it's a riddle.

So if you're so smart, what does it mean?

What does the kid want?

Why don't you ask him yourself? Oliver Titleman is in the conference room.

It is so good to see you.

It really is good to see you, Dr. Macy.

I was so sorry to hear that you'd left the Medical Examiner's office.

I felt the same way when I heard you'd been released.

I'm a different person now.

I worked hard to get better. Get back to my family.

I learned a lot in those three years.

Mostly that there really is no place like home.

You think anyone believes you didn't do this?

Someone is setting me up.

Mmm. And who'd want to do that?

My release got a lot of people worked up.

Families of the victims.

People who refused to believe that I could change.

That's why we had to move so far out of town.

You carry your own hate mail around?

I think one of these people killed my step-father.

It's pretty convenient, Oliver, bringing other suspects to our attention.

If someone accused you of something,

wanted to take away everything from you, you'd fight it.

You wouldn't just walk away and accept defeat, would you?

We're not talking about me.

Dr. Macy, you know me.

I just really want to help. That's all.

Then maybe we should let you.

Really?

Dr. Macy.

Why don't you put on some scrubs? We can take a look at the body together.

Dr. Macy.

You're right.

These molars here, they're not Riggs'. It's your fence.

Riggs killed him. Stuck his wallet on the body.

Lit him on fire to make everyone believe that he was dead.

And if that's the case,

then maybe he left some evidence at the crime scene,

to help tell us where he is.

And how is that going to help you?

I get to take a cop killer off the street.

Your bloody prints were on this guy's neck, Woody.

You were out there totally rogue working a case with no authority.

You got a lot of explaining to do.

Not if you don't tell anyone.

You didn't call me for two months, Woody.

Excuse me if I'm a little short on favors.

I'm sorry.

I've been all messed up lately.

The idea of him out there this whole time.

I can't sleep at night without seeing his face.

Vengeance is the answer?

Yes.

Riggs thinks we think he's dead. He's gonna get careless. Ease up.

You call the task force in now, they're gonna turn the heat up.

He is gone.

-I'm sorry. I have to. -No, you don't.

How many times have I stuck my neck out for you, Jordan?

I just want my life back.

I don't want to push you away anymore, Jordan.

I need closure on this.

Help me find him. We can go back to the crime scene.

-Please. -I'll hold the ID 24 hours.

If we find him, we call the task force and you step aside.

That's my offer. Take it or leave it.

You and Seely are out of your minds.

Letting a suspect sit in on an autopsy goes against every protocol imaginable.

Sun Tzu. "Keep your friends close and your enemies closer."

You know, DA be damned. This is my morgue.

As soon as the Governor returns my call--

I'll, uh, run this.

Hate to speak ill of the dead, but he always was a heartless son of a bitch.

But any man that could marry my mom... [chuckles]

-What do you mean by that? -They had their issues.

She'd call him boring. He called her a witch.

Love is complicated. So... Where are we?

You keep your hands to yourself.

We're casting the wound to figure out the weapon.

Something tells me this killer wouldn't have been so sloppy.

You're wasting your time, Doctor.

When the cause of death is hidden,

shouldn't you look more closely at tox?

"Nobody touches the van but me." Those were Slocum's words.

I think I got something here. Grab the digital.

Yeah, accelerant and a partial print.

And you can run it right here against Riggs' print?

Say what you will about Slocum,

but the man has purchased us some fine new toys.

It's Riggs.

And the accelerant is Benzene.

[Sidney] Well, this is weird.

The print has traces of calcium carbonate and talc in it.

-Baby powder? -Paint.

[Sidney] Well, green paint to be more specific.

So we need to find out where he came into contact with this paint.

All right. Sidney, you and I are going back to the morgue.

You trace the paint, I'll go back to the body.

Good. I'll go back to a few our fence's contacts,

see if I can pick up the trail of what Riggs was trying to buy.

Woody, we're gonna get this guy.

Blood's clean. No sign of any lethal poison. Just some sodium nitrite.

Meat I found in his stomach is bathed in it.

It's odd meat though. No pork or beef antibodies.

It's unidentifiable.

Any trace of thallium? His coloring could be hiding a rash.

Oh, you've read some books.

No, there is no thallium. It's the first thing I checked for.

What about acetone then?

Wouldn't show up on a normal tox.

No.

Wouldn't be that. Tastes nasty.

No way he could've ingested that without knowing it.

But then you knew that, too, then, right, Doctor?

So maybe this is it. The perfect crime.

Dr. Macy, you showed me that's not possible.

-We have a section of the kidneys? -Why?

We're looking for a poison that doesn't show up on tox.

How about ethylene glycol?

Look at that. Crystals in the kidney.

Amazing guess, Oliver. Antifreeze.

It's sweet tasting. Odorless. Undetectable.

Causes shortness of breath, coughing, yellow tint to the eyes.

Your mother. His mother.

She had a yellow tint to the eyes, shortness of breath.

She passed out when we were at the house.

What did you do, you little freak?

Did you poison her, too?

Get Seely on the phone. Tell him to get to Oliver's house now.

Come on.

[Oliver] Mom?

Mom?

Mom?

Oh, my God. Mom!

Oh, my God.

Mom.

Oh, my God.

[glass shatters]

I'm done playing games, Oliver. What did you give her?

-She's my mother. -And you killed her.

Steam got so hot in there, she practically melted.

-Dr. Macy-- -Back off, Seely!

Hey, Dr. Macy.

What are you going to tell me? This violates protocol?

Oh, no. I'm going to tell you that he didn't do it.

I'm going to tell you that she was hit over the head.

That the drain was intentionally clogged.

That the door was epoxied shut from the outside.

And there is a message on the mirror. The killer was here.

-This man has been with us all morning. -[Macy] It's what he does.

He set us up as his alibi.

I'm the one who found the antifreeze.

Why would I do that if I'm behind this?

Would you admit it finally,

that the game, whatever game you thought was going on here, is over?

Where is she?

Lyle, don't be brainless. The crime scene needs to be preserved. Come on.

You have to arrest him right now.

Yeah, look. I'd love nothing better. But you got any evidence?

There is none. We're his alibi.

I'll get the evidence.

Just get him off the street before he kills someone else.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. You're gonna bet your entire career

on this man's word?

All right, you better be right.

Come on.

[Macy] Oliver rigged the whole thing.

He starts by clogging the drain.

He covers it up and mixes the dry epoxy.

Then he sprinkles a dry epoxy on the outside of the shower door.

It's invisible to the naked eye.

The powered epoxy is activated by the steam and heat. It's sealed shut.

He uses some kind of oil on his finger to write his message on the mirror,

then places dry ice in the shower vent.

[Bug] Mrs. Titleman comes home.

She sees nothing. I mean, it's there, but it's invisible.

She turns on the shower. She gets in.

The dry ice evaporates from the steam,

replacing oxygen with carbon dioxide, knocking her out cold.

[Macy] She hits her head on the soap dish on the way down.

The shower fills up with water. And the dry ice evaporates leaving no trace.

And the oil that he used to write "fear me now"

made what he wrote appear through the steam

as if the killer was actually there.

The perfect murder. All done while he was with us.

It's brilliant.

That is the most brilliant, convoluted piece of fiction

I've ever heard in my life.

Well, I mean, it could work.

Or the carbon dioxide in her blood gas could indicate that she was a smoker.

Ergo, she had trouble breathing.

The hair used to clog the drain, was it Oliver's?

No.

-Excuse me? -No.

No.

How about the skin cells we found under her fingernails?

-Not his either. -[Slocum] Not his either.

You know what? I think I'm done humoring the DA's office.

I'm certainly done humoring you, Garret,

and your pathetic attempt to hold on to this place.

[Slocum] From this moment on, the case is closed to you, sir.

[Woody] Sidney, I came up empty. You got anything?

Yeah. It happens to be a high-quality auto paint.

Was custom-made for a...

H&B Auto Body out on Clement Street.

Jamaica Plain. I'm gonna get right over there.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Not so fast.

It says here the place went out of business eight months ago.

See, that doesn't make sense.

That print is fresh. I mean, it's a day. Two, tops.

Cross-reference Riggs' employment record

with the auto body shop's payroll roster.

[Sidney] All right, I got you.

[computer beeping]

[Sidney] Got it.

There it is.

Wayne Riggs worked at the shop until it closed in March.

Thank you, Sidney. Thanks a lot.

Hey, you want me to fill Jordan in?

-No, that's all right. I will. -All right.

Hey. This is getting very interesting.

I just found minute traces of polyisobutylene on the body.

-Poly what? -C4. Explosives.

Maybe that's what Riggs was buying off the fence.

That's great, Jordan. But I just came by to say goodbye.

I gotta get back to my desk job.

I don't understand. What happened?

I talked to Sidney.

That print, he drew a blank. Didn't lead anywhere.

But this C4 gives us something new to trace him.

That's just it. We shouldn't be tracing anything.

I've gotten too caught up in this, so have you.

It's not good for me. It's not good for us.

So let's just let the task force handle it.

You're right. That's a very good choice.

Thank you for understanding.

I gotta get back to work.

Hey, Woody!

Call me sometime.

Dr. M, you can't let that little pillock push you out of here.

Look, I found something.

Oliver's an even sicker puppy than we thought.

The hair in the drain that wasn't Oliver's,

well, it wasn't some mystery killer's either.

It didn't match anything that I found in the hate mail, so I typed it.

It's not even human. It's canine.

More specifically, a Cairn Terrier like the one owned by the Titlemans.

The one that went missing.

So I did a serological antibody test on the meat

that I found inside the step-dad's stomach.

It's canine.

He ate the dog?

I mean, the kid didn't just kill his mother and his step-father,

he killed a little dog, too.

That's the message.

Man without a heart frozen in place.

Gray suit. Gray complexion from the sodium nitrite.

Witch of a mother killed with water, almost melted by steam.

And the little dog, too. That's Oliver's game.

Wizard of Oz.

Tin Man.

Wicked Witch.

And Toto, too.

Pull everything you can on The Wizard of Oz.

L. Frank Baum. Every book.

What, Oliver's in cahoots with the Wicket Witch now?

Aren't you supposed to be interrogating?

Yeah, I questioned him.

I booked him. And then the judge kicked him loose.

What?

Something about needing evidence. His brother came down to pick him up.

Doesn't Lyle see what Oliver's doing?

Oliver's right. He's brainless.

Lyle! Lyle!

Lyle!

Lyle!

Lyle!

Lyle!

-Lyle! -Lyle!

Lyle!

He's over here!

Oliver.

Get him down.

Who did this to you, Oliver?

-Who did this to you? -Lyle.

[hip-hop music playing]

What are you planning to blow up, Riggs?

I should've killed you when I had the chance.

No. Don't. Don't.

How much does it suck knowing that you're gonna die, huh?

How much does it suck?

Please don't kill me.

That's it. Beg. I want you to beg. Keep begging.

-Beg. -Woody!

Jordan, what are you...

How big of a fool do you take me for?

-This doesn't concern you. -The hell it doesn't.

I watched my father die, shot by a nothing just like this.

Put the gun down. You don't want to do this.

Yeah, I do.

-[cocks gun] -[officer] Police, open the door.

You called this in?

You didn't give me a choice!

Open the door!

Woody, just give me the gun.

[police car sirens]

[pounding on door]

[officer] We got him, Detective.

[handcuffs clicking]

That's it? You got nothing to say to me.

No.

You lied to me, Woody.

You betrayed my trust, you used me.

At least I didn't rat you out.

No. You said this was about us.

That you needed closure so you could move on--

Come on, Jordan. Does it always have to be about you?

Whoa. You need help, Woody.

I don't need help. Especially not from you.

Well, they just picked up Lyle

trying to use Oliver's credit card down at Fratelli's.

He says Oliver sent him out for pizza.

Let me guess. He has no idea what they're talking about.

Still trying to work that brainless angle.

They just finished pumping Oliver's stomach.

It's full of ethylene glycol.

The amount of bile they pulled from him,

a few more minutes, he would've been dead.

How's this for irony, Garret? You saved him.

The DNA they got under the mom's fingernails, Lyle's.

It's the same DNA that they found on the hate mail he sent to Oliver.

Nice. Hate mail from your own brother.

So, Detective Seely, looks like you've been on the wrong pony.

See, Dr. Vijay, you've got to watch the company you keep.

Because inefficiency is contagious.

You know, you're a real ass, Slocum.

He just saved a man's life.

I've been cowering from you since day one but you're just a selfish, egotistical...

Don't, Bug. Don't.

He's right.

If I hadn't had blinders on, I might've seen what Lyle was doing.

-Dr. M-- -It's okay, Nigel.

This was a mistake.

Excuse me.

I should've given you the benefit of the doubt.

I'm sorry.

Security in this building is a bit lacking, don't you think, Dr. Macy?

I see you've recovered from your brush with death.

Thanks to you.

Is that why you're here? To thank me?

I'm here because you disappoint me.

Really. Because I didn't see it coming?

No. Because you let me get away with it.

You know what you taught me, Dr. Macy? There isn't a perfect crime.

Someone always must get caught.

The trick is picking the right someone.

Your brother Lyle.

You knew I set it up, gave myself the poison, but you let me get away.

You're weak.

You let that pissant Slocum walk all over you.

You're a coward.

Now, you're gonna take the coward's way out?

So your step-father's the Tin Man, your mother's the Wicked Witch,

and Lyle is the brainless Scarecrow.

I walked away so now I'm the Cowardly Lion.

Too bad you figured it out too late.

Just have one question for you.

If you're the wizard, who's the man behind the curtain?

Come on. Don't tell me you don't remember that part.

When the real puppet master is revealed behind you,

pay no attention to the man behind the curtain.

You think you can distract me?

Sixty seconds from now, you will be out cold.

Amobarbital in your Scotch.

Sixty seconds from now, you're gonna be in custody.

It's over, Oliver.

No. It's never over.

'Cause people love to save a lost cause.

And who's more lost than me?

You're not lost, Oliver. You're exactly where we want you.

And this is iced tea.

So, if I were to say lucky guess,

I guess that would be petty.

You petty? Never.

I have a gift for you.

Evidence from the Duvall case.

I never had to use it. You hung yourself.

Now, here's my suggestion.

You keep it right here in the desk.

Never let it see the light of day.

That desk belongs to you.

Well, actually, it is the Chief M.E.'s desk.

I'm not following you.

I know. I'm an ass. But I'm an ass with a heart.

I'm efficient, I've been successful, but I'm feared.

These people don't respect me.

They will do nothing for me. They will do everything for you, Garret.

So I'm giving you back your job.

But don't you worry.

I will be watching you from above.

Think of me as your own personal guardian angel.

[sniggers]

I can't believe this.

This is great. This is... [chuckles] This is fantastic!

Oh, God, I couldn't stand another day in this damn thing.

I was itching like crazy.

Right. I'm going to go tell everyone the good news.

This didn't fit where you suggested.

But since you're so fond of it, here.

Somehow I think you'll find the appropriate place to put it.

What do you think? Should I keep it?

Or do we burn it and break out the marshmallows?

Sounds temping, but I'm too tired.

It's been a long day.

Yeah. Me too.

You want to talk about it?

No.

You?

-No. -Good.