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[music playing]

-Hey.
-Hey.

[grunting]

Think the roads are open yet?

Well, I gotta testify
in Grant Myers' trial tomorrow,
so I gotta get back.

I hope they fry that bastard.

[music continues playing]

Should we really be
talking about this right now?

I mean, this is kind of big.

Maybe we should take,
like, five minutes to...

Talk about what we did
last night?

Well, yeah. What it meant.
What it means.

For us.

If anything.

I've got a problem
that I should deal with.

What are you gonna tell him?

-You wanna know how I feel?
-Yeah.

No, I... God, I just wanna know
how I feel.

[Woody]
Well, it wasn't planned.

The murder wasn't, not
according to my investigation.

Although Grant Myers
was working out
the date for months.

Ann Rappaport's favorite
band at the Orpheum,

then to a room
at the Medici Hotel.

[Renee] When you responded
to the call at the hotel,
what did you find?

[Woody] Ann Rappaport. Dead,
sprawled out on a comforter.

Blood, booze, cocaine,
and Grant Myers in custody.

Look, I think we all know
that I'm fine with
direct examination.

Shouldn't we be talking
about what to expect from
the defense on cross?

We know they're going
for the third-party defense.

You heard the defendant's
story. Went out
for a pack of cigarettes.

During that 10 minutes,
somebody else
killed Ann Rappaport.

The balls on this kid.

He washes blood off his hands,
and then leaves to hide
a murder weapon,

and we're supposed to blame
a third party? Maybe a ghost
killed Ann Rappaport.

Maybe Casper stabbed her.
I'll see you people
in the morning.

[dramatic music playing]

I wish we'd found
the murder weapon.

Well, the kid hid it good when
he left to create the alibi.

But even without it,
it's still
a slam-dunk case, Renee.

No such thing. My case is you.

Aah!

We're as solid
as your judgment.

Well, then we're good.

[Jordan] Garret will be here
at 7:00 a.m.

I'll be in at 10:00 to
cover for him while
he testifies.

But now, I have a long overdue
date with my bed.

And your Aussie beau?
You two getting
pretty serious, no?

-Look, I don't ask you
about your sex life.
-I wouldn't mind.

Yeah, I would.

-Hey.
-Hey.

Uh, dumpster diver
just found this
at municipal refuse.

It's a towel
from the Medici Hotel.

Two days into the trial?

The guy saw the hotel logo
on the news last night

and thought there was a reward.

Okay, what can you get me
in 13 hours, Nige?

Well, I can match
the blood against
the Ann Rappaport samples.

Prints are gone, though.
If I can find viable sweat
or skin cells,

I can maybe get sex
and blood type. If and maybe.

Get 'em. Woody, give
Walcott's office
the heads-up on this.

And Nige, send me
everything you got
in real time, okay?

Hey. You coming?

You go ahead. [snickers]

Jordan, I can't talk right now.

Well, you need to know.
We got new evidence.

Whatever it is,
I'll handle it in the morning.
I really can't talk.

[officer on radio]
1-4-6-1 identified...

[indistinct chatter on radio]

Thanks.

You been drinking tonight,
Dr. Macy?

[theme music playing]

You tried all his numbers?

Over and over again.
No answer. Dr. Macy
has never missed a shift.

So what's on the agenda anyway?

Lily need signatures on a stack
of death certificates.

The intake is backed up,
and the freight
elevator's sticking.

Okay.

-Dr. Cavanaugh,
at what point...
-Give him a bit.

I'm sure he's fine.

[cell phone ringing]

Your personal effects
are ringing.

I don't know
which is worse, Garret.
The stupidity or the timing.

I took a right on a red.
That's it.

And yet, the police report
showed a blood alcohol
count of .12.

Defective breathalyzer.
I'll fight the charges.

There will be no charges.
Thank you very much for
putting me in that position.

You were there, Renee.

I had half a bottle of wine.
You had the other half.

Half a bottle? .12?

My office prosecuted
over 200 DUI cases
last year, Garret.

If you've got something to say,
why don't you just go ahead
and say it?

[cell phone ringing]

You have two hours to get
cleaned up and get to court.

It's more of the same.
The blood is Ann Rappaport's.

Patches of sweat left behind
by a secretor who is male,
A-positive.

The defendant's A-positive.
Any chance he used it
to wrap up the knife?

No. I checked for
indicative cuts and stains.
There's nothing.

-Walcott's gonna want
DNA tests.
-DNA. [scoffs]

It's gonna take a lot
to undo six months
at the municipal dump.

It's a waste of time
and resources, really.

This rich kid murdered
his date, because she
stopped him at second base.

He was out on bail
nine hours later. You wanna
know what he did next?

He made a 20K dent
on daddy's platinum card,

-buying up liquor and bling
like nothing ever happened.
-[grunting]

Find time, Nigel.
Find resources.

Wait right there.

That's funny.
Will you help me out?
It stinks in here.

It gets a little sticky
in the winter, man.

Come on. You gotta grab both
of them at the same time and...

[grunts]

Holy Mary.

[clicking]

[Lily] Morning, Bug.

Oh, hey. I'm just dropping off
the final report on
the Kennerman minivan thing.

Wow, that was quick.

Yeah, well,
don't like backlogs.

They were out of blueberry,
so, um, I got you
chocolate explosion.

[chuckles] Come on in.

Thank you. Aww.

[dramatic music playing]

-I thought the D.A.'s office
was weird.
-[Lily] Huh?

-Aft. I said aft,
it means "back."
-I thought you said "ass."

Why don't you just say
"back" or "tailfin"?

It's nautical.
It seemed appropriate.

Ooh, Bug, this has you
written all over it.

I don't think
we need an autopsy.

It was the Gorton's
Fisherman in the Atlantic Ocean
with the big hook.

Oh, no, this gets way better.

I get a call
from Lincoln Wharf fishery.

I expect a robbery.
They show me this.

Nine stab wounds in total.

-What kind of knife was used?
-It was a steak knife
from the Medici.

[Renee] Since the murder weapon
has not been found,
how can you be sure?

[Macy] We matched the wounds
on the body to a duplicate
knife from the same hotel.

Were you able to connect
the defendant forensically
with this type of knife?

We found traces of oak
on his hands.

Bruising and abrasions
were consistent with the handle
of the duplicate knife.

DNA evidence, fingerprints,
blood spatter, trace,
and abrasions.

Did you form an opinion
based on all of this
evidence, Dr. Macy?

It all suggests
that Grant Myers
murdered Ann Rappaport.

Suggests strongly or weakly?

In my professional opinion,
conclusively.

Mortuaries can't work
without death certificates.
Just sign on the X.

Yes, but it's not quite
as simple as that, Lily.

Plus, you know,
Garret's gonna be
back soon anyway, so...

Jordan, just sign on the X.

-Hi, gorgeous.
-Oh, J.D., hi.

You know what?
I have zero time
to talk right now.

-I don't want to talk.
I want to eat.
-Oh.

Hot dogs, the State Street guy.
I'm buying.

Okay, no. Like, I said...
Honestly.

-Oh, wow.
-What are we doing?

I'm kind of off
red meat right now.

Oh, hush, that's not
what I've heard.

Okay, Pollack's got a ring
in his pocket. I want to see
if he pops any questions.

-Who's gonna miss you
for an hour?
-You. Sorry, crazy day.

Well, you can sneak out
for lunch. It's always crazy
around here.

Uh, we'll catch up
later, then.

[indistinct chattering]

[squelching]

Ah!

Guessing she's a Jane Doe, huh?

She's not a Jane Doe
until we fail to identify her.

So, what can you get
from just an arm?

[Bug] Fingerprint,
if she's on record.

She's on record.
I tried her 50 times.

Look, for larceny
and prostitution.

What are you, psychic?

No, look at her.
Tattoo of a devil.

And then, those are
probably track marks.

-Hey.
-Yeah, or bloating,
or predation.

Right now she's just
a victim, a person.

Well, quacks like duck--

She's not a duck! Go away!

What's the word, Bug?

No tissue hemorrhaging.
She died before
the shark got her.

I'm gonna run trace, tox,
radio isotope test...

Radio isotope test?

Carbon deposits in the bone.
Lets us know where she grew up.

Lily and Brandau, huh?

Figured if she was gonna go
for a dork, it'd be you.

-[computer beeping]
-No offense.

Hey, any way to tell
if she fired a gun?

Suppose I can test
for trace gun metal, why?

Well, no ID, but she matched
a phantom print
from a daytime burglary.

One homeowner, a Mike Daley,
was shot and killed.

Positive for steel alloy.
She did fire a gun.

Beginning to look like the dork
was right.

I believe you used the word
"conclusively" in
damning my client.

Did your investigation
conclusively eliminate
the possibility

that there was somebody else
in that hotel room?

We ran every fingerprint
in the suite, 68 total.

Fifty-seven were
hotel employees,
nine previous guests.

The other two belonged
to your client and the victim.

This is a receipt
which the police found
on Mr. Myers.

It's from a corner store
two blocks from the hotel.

It's stamped 1:20 a.m.

That's about the time
Ms. Rappaport was killed,
correct?

Yes, roughly.

So, it is possible that someone
else entered the room

in his absence
and killed Ms. Rappaport.

There is no evidence
of a third party, Mr. McBride.

The only evidence
on Ms. Rappaport's body
came from your client.

One plus one equals two,
not three.

Where were you
at 10:55 last night?

Sidebar, Your Honor?

I know where Mr. McBride
is going with this,
Judge Marshall.

It is beyond the scope
and has no relevance
to this case.

Dr. Macy was arrested
last night. DUI. .12.

How is it relevant,
Mr. McBride?

I'd say it calls his judgment
into question, wouldn't you?

That is a giant leap,
Your Honor.

Then why did you have
the charges quashed?

Unless Dr. Macy
was three sheets to the wind

while he was investigating
the case, it is irrelevant.

-Well...
-Let it go, Mr. McBride.

Yes, Your Honor.

Dr. Macy, it's your opinion
based on your reading
of the evidence

that Grant Myers killed
Ann Rappaport, is that correct?

-Yes, it is.
-Thank you,
no further questions.

That's it, Mr. McBride?

Dr. Macy's opinions appear
to be set in stone, Your Honor.

Ms. Walcott?

Your honor,
the prosecution rests.

Garret, oh, thank God,
are you okay?

-Of course I'm okay.
I've been in court.
-Yeah, but this morning, I...

-Dr. M, great, I've been mean--
-Not now, Nigel.
Please, not now.

-Well, I've gotta
get these done.
-After we get to...

Everybody, stop! Just shut up!
The next person who talks
gets fired!

That was uncalled for,
don't you think?
You missed a shift, not them.

Can I just have two seconds
to myself, please?

What happened last night
when I called you?
Where were you this morning?

If you can't cover a shift
by yourself, you have no
business calling yourself a--

Garret, we were worried
about you!

[knock on door]

-Dr. Jordan Cavanaugh?
-Yeah.

Thanks.

[pen scribbling]

[door closes]

Is that what I think it is?

"The matter of
The Commonwealth of
Massachusetts v. Grant Myers."

You weren't even part of
this investigation. Why would
Renee subpoena you?

Uh, she didn't.

I'm being called
as a witness for the defense.

Why am I being called
as a witness for the defense?

My case relies
on Garret's testimony.

They can't counter
the evidence,
so they're smearing him.

Do I have any reason
to be concerned?

I'm not sure what
you're asking.

Does Garret have
a drinking problem?

[chuckles] You know Garret.

He's got a bottle in his desk
for the end of a tough day.

You've had a drink from it.
So have I.

In fact, let's talk about it
over by that nice wet bar
you got over there.

That is not an answer.

-My answer is,
"No, of course not."
-Good.

You two feed that back
to McBride.

We should be able
to ride out
this smear campaign.

-Two, who else?
-[knock on door]

-Nigel, good.
-Ms. Walcott.

We need to prep.
That means focus.

No tangents, no cockney slang,
no rambling metaphors.

Keep your answers short
and on point.

Why is your drinking
suddenly an issue?

You'd have to ask
the defense attorney.

Walcott asked me
about it, Garret.

And I lied to her.

It's not just a glass at
the end of your shift anymore.

Go home, Jordan.

I can't protect you
if I don't know
what's going on!

There's nothing to protect.

Just tell the truth.

GPS on the left.
3D fishing radar on the right.

They caught our shark here.

It could have eaten the arm
anywhere in this area.

Wow, how many hours
you been working on this?

[sighs] Now, a shark
can't stop swimming.
His intestine is a timeline.

The sea life and the diatoms
I found in him can only live
in certain conditions,

so the four-mile stretch
of Broad Sound by Revere Beach.

Still, too large to search.

Mmm. Maybe not.

Get some sleep.
You look like crap. I got this.

What are you gonna do?

Uh. you know that I love
your little surprise
planned rendezvous,

but today's so not the day.

I'm not here for romance.

I just found out
some disturbing information.

[sighs]

I know this PI. Ex-cop.
He sold some intel
to Grant Myers' attorney.

Now, the PI's slimy.
He wanted two fees
for the price of one,

-so he came to me with it too.
-What is it?

Dr. Macy was arrested
last night. DUI.

He spent the night
in the clink, and the D.A.
made the charges disappear.

You're not printing this,
right?

I'll hold off till
it breaks in court,
which it's bound to do.

Oh, God.

-You wanna talk?
-Not about this.

About something else, then?

Later, okay?

The killer grabs the handle.
Trace stays on the hand.

We found oak on Grant Myers.

Wouldn't traces of the handle
come off just eating
his steak?

Yes, some, but that's where
the degree of transfer some in.

Uh, abrasions,
tears in the skin,

bruise patterns indicate
force way over that
of cutting a steak.

Is there a working scale
for that sort of thing?

Under X amount of bruising
means dinner. Over X amount
means murder.

Well, there's not
an official scale.

So, it's a matter
of judgment, then?

Assessment of evidence
is judgment.

Sometimes
we have to extrapolate--

Who conducted the test
on Mr. Myers' hand?

Dr. Macy.

-And who assessed
the abrasions?
-[Nigel] Uh, Dr. Macy.

-Did Dr. Macy assess
the DNA evidence?
-[Nigel] Yes.

-Who assessed
the fingerprint evidence?
-Dr. Macy.

So, is it fair to say
that all the forensic evidence

in this case was interpreted
by Dr. Macy?

Yes, I suppose so.

Thank you.
No further questions.

-You're putting her away?
-Yeah.

Jane Doe number one, 2006.

When other people hand me
their Jane Doe reports,

they use it as a clinical term
like "cadaver."

You say it like a proper name.

Everybody deserves a name.

Matt, what is this?

I talked a few Harbor Patrol
buddies into hitting
Broad Sound

with their shiny new radar.

We were looking for scattered
body parts and found this.

[Lily] Ugh.

Rigor must have set in
before she was folded in.

Her arm was sawed off
to close the trunk.
Both thrown in the drink.

Dr. Cavanaugh, at 10:55,
two nights ago,

did you have a phone
conversation with Dr. Macy?

Your Honor, Counsel is trying
to sneak in the back door.

Is it relevant, Mr. McBride?

Phone records indicate
Dr. Cavanaugh called
Dr. Macy at that time, sir.

Was it case-related,
Dr. Cavanaugh?

There was no conversation,
Judge Marshall. He said that
he couldn't talk.

-Did he say why?
-Wait your turn, sir.

So nothing transpired that has
any bearing on this matter?

Yes, Your Honor, nothing.

Keep it on point, Counselor.

Yes, sir.

Dr. Cavanaugh, does Dr. Macy
have a drinking problem?

-Your Honor!
-I made a ruling
on this matter.

You ruled his DUI arrest
inadmissible.

The jury will disregard
Counsel's remark.

You are flirting with contempt,
Mr. McBride.

I'm sorry, Judge,
but an impaired M.E.
is not irrelevant.

And if you won't let me
explore the degree
of his impairment,

you're simply handing me
a reversible error.

Ms. Walcott.

A clear case of killing
the messenger, Your Honor.

The evidence is overwhelming,
so Mr. McBride is trying
to tarnish Dr. Macy.

Either Dr. Macy is a drunk,
or he isn't. Shouldn't we know
which it is?

[Judge] Watch your language,
Mr. McBride.

Confine yourself to that point.

Dr. Cavanaugh...

in your professional opinion
as a physician, does Dr. Macy
have a drinking problem?

I'm a Medical Examiner.
When he dies, bring me
his liver. We'll talk.

Let me rephrase.

Have you ever seen Dr. Macy
take a drink while on duty?

-Yes.
-Could you speak up, Doctor?

The jury can't hear you.

Yes, but that doesn't mean...

I have no further questions
of this witness, Your Honor.

-Garret?
-Just don't.

Will you look at me?

So, could we talk
about this now?

That's great work, you two.
If McBride makes this stick,

every conviction on every case
you've ever investigated
will be open to challenge.

[elevator dings]

Okay, we've got tonight.

I'll go over everything myself.
Present it all over again.

We'll take character
assassination out of the loop.

It'll just look like
you're covering.

You got a better idea?

Spatter corresponds
to the wound and jives
with Dr. Macy's observations.

-Nine of nine, perfect.
-Yeah, great.

What are you so upset about?
You and Dr. M.
were in lock step.

Walcott's right.
The jury will smell it
if I just spew the party line.

So what, you were hoping
he screwed up?

I was hoping
he missed something,
but he covered everything.

Well, not everything.
We still have that towel
that Woody brought in.

-Which he never saw.
Do we have DNA yet?
-Still processing. I told you.

-It's...
-It's all we've got.
Let's check it out.

This is the only bullet
that's still in her.

The other two
went through and through.

I need a status
on your case, Bug.
What did you find in trace?

Crack, heroin,
a who's who of narcotics.

[Seely]
Hey, the striations match.

Jane Doe was shot with
the same gun she used
to kill Mike Daley.

Excuse me.

These bullets are different.

The ones that came from Daley
are more worn, mushroomed.

-What would account
for that, Bug?
-I don't know.

Did you run
computer simulations?

-No...
-Did you test for DNA?

-I'll do that.
-I think you should do it now.

Hey. Guy's been busting
his hump on this case.

Excuse me, Detective?

You don't need to be
such a hard-ass.

Don't tell me how to run
my morgue, Seely.

May not be yours long.

There's a lot of talk
around the precinct, you know?

Hey, Nigel, you're a scientist.

Maybe you can figure out
this newfangled coffee machine.

What are you doing here?

[sighs] I didn't feel like
hanging out at the station, and
I didn't feel like going home.

Nige, you ever wait
for a woman
to make up her mind?

It's like watching paint dry.

On your eyeballs.

You know what?
God bless the Aussie.
He can have her.

She's making up her mind, eh?

Well, my money was on her
giving him a flat-out no.

Didn't think she'd even
consider marriage.

What?

He's gonna propose.

-Hey.
-Hey.

-I used to have one of these.
-No kidding.

When I was little. I'd get
so excited when my mom would
buy me a new charm.

Stay up all night trying to
reshuffle them into the exact
chronological order.

Yeah, well, I don't think
that was her system.

The devil came
before the graduation cap.

That's where I kept
my Chesty Lion.

-Your what?
-[snickers] Chesty Lion.

Be nice. You can't pick
your high school mascot.

[typing]

There's a list of towns on
that desk from the radio
isotope test. Could you...

Uh...

Lizzy was
a varsitycheerleader.

Honor roll. Student council.

-Kind of girl
who could do it all, huh?
-Yeah.

Waited six years
for this phone call.

What happened six years ago?

Lizzy was in college.
Found her way into drugs.

Then she found the boyfriend
from hell.

She disappeared.
She stole our cash,
my wife's jewelry.

Was it?

Was it Lizzy?

Mr. Cartland.

Can you tell us
about the boyfriend?

Hey, Nige, did I happen
to see Woody here earlier?

Jordan, I am never again
going to stick my nose
in other people's business.

Where did that come from?

[computer beeps]

[sighs]

[typing]

Oh, my God.

The sweat
on the towel, negative.

-So if it doesn't match
Grant Myers'...
-There was a third party.

If he did it,
he's one smart junkie.

No saw, no blood,
no stolen goods.

Nothing to peg him to Lizzy's
or Mike Daley's murder.

So we force a confession.
Let's go.

Hey, you're an M.E.
You don't do interrogation.

Woody lets Jordan do it
all the time.

Come on, Seely,
look at this guy. He's scum.

We let him walk,
we do a disservice to her.

What "her" are we
talking about, here? Jane Doe,
Liz Cartland, or Lily Lebowski?

I don't own a .38, I don't
rob houses, and I haven't
seen Lizzy in months.

How many ways can I answer
the same questions?

Doesn't he talk?

Murder One carries
a life sentence.

You work with us,
maybe we can get it
knocked down to Murder Two.

-That's 15 years, Trent.
-I guess my lawyer will
advise me about that.

I get one for free, right?

This is ridiculous.

We're not having
this conversation again.

Let's just put him
in the line-up.

Can I see you outside
for a second?

[Seely]
The witness doesn't
want to be involved.

[Bug] The witness
is sitting in observation.

He doesn't want
to go on record.

She grabbed the gun,
caught three bullets
with his name on it.

By the time
they hit Mike Daley...

She was a junkie, all right?
The lifesavers
were the paramedics

who kept Daley
from bleeding out,
got him to Boston General.

Which they wouldn't have
been able to do if Lizzy
hadn't have been so brave.

She saved his life, damn it.
He has to help bring
her killer to justice.

We're done talking about this.

No, you're done.
I'm calling the D.A.

So, where were we?

You said 15 years, right?

Thanks for helping, Woody.

Listen, I haven't
really been able
to talk to Pollack yet.

But if you want
to fire any questions...

No way. You've got to talk
to Pollack first.

Uh, what does that mean?

-Nothing.
-[table moving]

Okay. So I'm Grant Myers.
I've been planning
this date for months.

The best concert,
the most drugs,
the swankiest hotel.

And I'm Ann Rappaport.

I've got this cute rich boy
treating me like a queen.

This is just a little weird.

Do you want me to play the boy?

[upbeat club music playing]

I'm Grant Myers.

And this evening's finally
starting to pay off.

No!

But maybe I get
a little too aggressive.

Grant, stop!

[both grunt]

All I wanna do
is get out of here.

But I'm not going to let
that happen.

-So I scream.
-And I panic.

[both grunting]

Okay, so, now you're dead,

and I need to wrap your body up
in something.

Excuse me.

[Pollack]
Am I interrupting anything?

Oh... [chuckles]

Oh, when did you get here?

So, what is this?
Some kind of
crime recreation theater?

Yeah, kind of.

It's something the Cavanaugh
family players used to perform
back in the days of, uh...

Well, the Cavanaugh family.
[chuckles]

Your timing's actually perfect.
We're just in need
of a third party.

So, this third party,
what's he all about?

Dr. Macy's observations
were correct.

This murder was a one-man job.

Myers' phone records show
that he did not call anyone.

So the third party
was a stranger who came in
after the fact.

The only strangers who have
access to a hotel room
are hotel employees.

The maid wouldn't
come in at night.

Security came in later
and busted him.

Yeah, but room service.

Okay, uh, steak first.

And dessert came in separately.

I ordered it earlier,

but right now all I can think
about is getting the blood off
my hands.

[Pollack] So, I knock.

[knocking] Room service!

No answer. I come in.

And then you see me.
You lean in
to see if I'm dead.

Then you get blood
on your hands.

A witness. I'm screwed.

I should run and call security.

-But you don't. Why not?
-[Woody] Cash.

-My credit card. I bribe you.
-With plastic?

What do you take me for?
You can cancel the card
or trace it back to me.

And you can just call the cops.
It's a win-win for you.

Drop 25 grand on me.
If it doesn't work,
drop a dime.

Five male Medici employees
were on room service
duty that night.

Even if we find them,
we got no proof
that they were there.

Woody, wrangle these
guys up ASAP.

Nigel, set up a blood type test
to match the sweat.

I got to get to court,

try to figure out a way to nail
this kid and save Macy's ass.

-What are you gonna do?
-I have no idea.

Stall.

-You're still under oath,
Dr. Cavanaugh.
-Yes, Your Honor.

Dr. Cavanaugh,
where were you educated?

UMass undergrad, pre-med.
Tufts University, medical.

Go, Jumbos. [chuckles]

How long have you worked
as a Medical Examiner?

Uh, the defense stipulates
Dr. Cavanaugh's qualifications,
Your Honor.

-Move on then, Ms. Walcott.
-[Renee] Yes, sir.

-Did you work on this case?
-Not until last night.

Because of
Mr. McBride's tactics,

I wanted to make sure the jury
understands the evidence
in this case is solid.

Went over every piece
of evidence to make certain

that Dr. Macy's interpretations
were indeed correct.

Wound number one
was a defensive wound.

Right here, fellas.
Right on this spot.

You saw that girl.
How old was she? Nineteen?

Come on, Nigel.

My grandmother prepares
blood type analysis faster.

All set.
Hold out your hands, laddies.

That's a nice watch
for a hotel employee.

[grunting]

[Jordan] Wound number six
punctured her lung.

Blood then flooded her
respiratory system,
thus suffocating her.

Your Honor, it has become
obvious that Dr. Cavanaugh
is just parroting

her boss' version of events.

It does seem to be
a waste of time. Do you have
anything new, Doctor?

Yes, Your Honor, I do.
We found a towel
from the Medici Hotel.

It provides evidence that there
was indeed a third party

in that hotel room
when Ann Rappaport died.

Recess, Your Honor?

Chambers, I think.
All three of you.

[grunting]

Are you sure
you want to see this?

Yes, please.

Your daughter had
a drug problem,
a boyfriend problem,

and she was a thief.

But her life ended
because she took three bullets
for an innocent stranger.

-What?
-She and Trent
were robbing a home

when the owner surprised them.

Trent didn't want
to leave a witness.

[Bug] But Lizzy
wouldn't have it.

She grabbed the gun.
She got in the way.

-Things...
-Things fell apart.

You should know,
in a moment of truth,

your daughter did
the bravest thing possible.

And you should know

she never took this off.

[sobbing]

[Abby] Hi, Dad.

-Abby, what are you
doing here, sweetie?
-I'm on break.

Thought I'd surprise you.

Maybe come crash here
for a little while.

Absolutely, that sounds great.

So, what have you been
up to anyways?

Garret?

You have a drinking problem.
You've got to get some help.

[sighs]

[Jordan] Find AA.

Find AAA, find Jesus,
find jigsaw puzzles.
I don't care.

But I will not
enable you anymore.

You have to own this,
and you have to beat it.

And if you don't,
I'm going to ask that
you be removed from your post.

Sorry you had
to hear that, Abby.
It's good to see you.

Let's go home, Abigail.

Well, maybe if you had
gotten there in time

for the blueberry muffin,
then your reward would...

Oh, hold on a second.
Uh, excuse me.

What the hell was that?

Do you remember three years ago

when I declared
my feelings for you,
and you let me down easy?

You said I was
your only friend. I understood.
Said it was okay.

-Of course I do.
-I lied. It's not okay.

I loved you then.

And I haven't stopped.

Wait. Why are you
telling me this now?

[phone ringing]

I am sick of regretting
a moment of fear.

And I've learned it's never
too late to do the brave thing.

[door shuts]

-What are you doing out here?
-[chuckles]

[sighs] I'm not really feeling
the open-door policy.

Okay.

Well, why don't you come in?

[Jordan chuckles]

Uh, we have something
we need to talk about.

I, uh...

Slept with Woody.

You know.

I watched the body language
at the make-believe hotel.

I'm not an idiot.

Sorry.

-At the inn last week?
-Yeah.

It was a...
It was a weird situation.

I don't want the play-by-play.

I think we can slide past it.

I'd like to try.

As long as it didn't
mean anything.

[opens wine bottle]

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