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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.