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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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