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[Bug] That smell,
it's like...

I don't know what.

Homemade yogurt.
Elixir of the digestive tract.

My aunt Bea
sent me the machine.

Mmm. Come on, Bug,
you gotta try this.

What's that smell?
It's familiar.

-Fresh, homemade yogurt.
-No, that's not it.

[Nigel] Well, made plenty.
Help yourself.

Did a baby throw up in here?

-Bingo.
-That's it.

Oh, Garret,
this landed on my desk.
I think it was meant for yours.

-It's a police report
about a stolen stereo.
-Oh, yeah, yeah. Right.

Somebody pinch your system?

Yeah, filed a report
just in case it turns up
in a pawn shop.

Uh, bastards take
anything else?

Well, it wasn't
exactly a break-in.

-The stereo's just
missing, you know?
-[Jordan] Hmm.

[telephone line ringing]

[Abby] Hey,
you've reached Abby.
Leave a message.

-[answering machine beeps]
-Yeah, Abby,
it's your father.

This is the fourth
message I've left.

Ignoring me is not
going to fix this, okay?

So stop acting
like a child
and call me back.

-[camera shutters clicking]
-Door latch was splintered.
Definitely forced entry.

An old lady down the hall
came looking for her cats

and found these bodies instead.

[Jordan] Guess we can
rule out heart attack.

TOD has gotta be 24 hours.

All this gunfire,
nobody calls the cops?

In this neighborhood?

-Where's the third?
-Back here.

We found straws, heroin,
and enough money to
say they were dealing.

[Bug] One shot
to the chest.

Probably from the .22.
I'll check IDs.

There's some very fine
debris on the gun.
Cotton pilling, maybe.

Like it was stashed
under here.

-Hey, guys,
you should see this.
-[camera shutter clicking]

Vic and his girlfriend.

And?

[sighs]

It's Abby,
Garret's daughter.

[theme music playing]

[indistinct radio chatter]

-That's him.
-His ID reads Chad Wasserman.

That's Abby's boyfriend.
They were staying at
my place for a while.

Came home one day,
and they were gone.

Haven't heard
from her since.

Has Maggie?

I don't know.
I haven't spoken to her
in months.

Abby disappeared,
and you didn't tell her mom?

I don't need a lecture
right now, Jordan.

[Woody] Dr. Macy.

How about this guy?

Chris Zarlinga.
You ever see him before?

Well, once.

He was leaving just as I was
coming home one night.

Friend of Chad's, I think.

Well, it looks like
these two were
dealing heroin.

Could it be that Abby
maybe had something
to do with that?

-Heroin?
-Okay, let's not get
ahead of ourselves.

We haven't found
anything that suggests

that there was
a connection to Abby, so...

What?

That's my stereo.

Abby and Chad took it
when they left.
She was here.

[Bug] Guys, I think I found
something in the closet.

There's a slug
lodged in here

and a small amount of blood
like a flesh wound.

Angle would indicate
that someone
was sitting in here

back against the wall.

-Abby was in the closet.
-Like she was hiding.

Okay, got a print match
on one Oscar Salazar,

Twenty, arrested four times.

And that's just as an adult.
Who knows what his
juvie sheet looks like.

Check it out. He's a known
gang member of the Muertos 19.

They move about
half the dope in Boston.

Looks like Mr. Salazar
was felled by one shot
to the heart.

Small caliber, could be
from the .22.

Zarlinga was hit
ten times, 9mm.

[Jordan] I got ten .223's
in Chad Wasserman.

Plenty of firepower
in that room.

[Woody] So,
the three shooters
rush the room.

One gets hit.
Two are at large.

I'm gonna talk to my buddy
over at the gang task force.

See what he can tell me
about Salazar and his crew.

I'll run striations.
Maybe we'll get lucky.

We'll find her, Garret.

Between Bug, and Nigel,
and Woody, and me.

I know.

What I'm saying is

you don't have to
work the bodies.

Because I dropped a pan?

No, no one's questioning
your ability.

I'm just saying
you don't have
to do this.

-Yes, I do.
-No. We've got it.

-[computer beeping]
-[Nigel] Bloodwork's back...

From the sample
we found in the closet.

Looks like we have a female,
type AB positive.

-What's Abby?
-O neg.

[sighs] Excellent. Okay,
I'll start her profile.

Okay, so based on blood type
and the hair that CSU
found in the closet,

we're looking at a female,
short black hair,
blood type AB positive.

Garret. Maggie's here.

[Maggie] A week?

She's been gone a week,
and I'm finding out
about it now?

I assumed you two
had been talking.

I don't understand how she
could just leave like that
and not say anything.

What happened
between you two?

Meaning what?
What did I do
to push her away?

No. I didn't say that.

No, not yet.
But we're just getting
warmed up, aren't we?

[both sigh]

So, you haven't had
any contact at all?

No.

Sort of.

A couple of months ago,
she was bugging me
for a credit card.

Said she needed it
in case of an emergency.

And?

And I got her one.

About a week ago,
the bank alerted me

that it had been used
at four ATMs in one day.

I canceled the card,
I left an irate message
for her,

and she never
called me back.

I'm gonna need
the number of that card.

[Maggie scoffs]

I met him a few months ago.

Chad.

I knew he was trouble
the minute he walked in,

but of course, there was
no telling Abby that.

Parents can't tell their kids
who not to date.

I don't know, Garret. If...

If you had just told me
when she first disappeared...

You wanna blame me, Maggie?
Fine, I wanna blame me, too.

I'm a lousy father, okay?

We can both agree on that,
so let's stop arguing about it.

Please!

Dr. Wasserman?

I'm Lily Lebowski.
I'm so sorry for your loss.

Um...

Oh, you work at Boston General.
What kind of medicine
do you practice?

I'm a thoracic surgeon.

Oh, that must be
such rewarding work.

When did you last see Chad?

It's been a while.
He'd just turned 20.

Really?

So, it was almost
five years ago.

I understand there's some
paperwork to attend to.

We just need
a positive ID and...

Dr. Wasserman,
I'm a grief counselor.

Sometimes it can be
very helpful to talk...

With all due respect,
I really don't want to
talk about this right now,

so if we can
just proceed.

Of course. His body
is just up the hall.

Isn't identification
usually done through
a photograph?

-If you'd prefer.
-Yes.

[Lily] Dr. Wasserman?

Where's my son?

Excuse me?

Oscar Salazar.
I need to see him.

Mrs. Salazar, I didn't
realize that you would be...

Sorry, it seems that

the both of you have lost sons
in the same incident.

Please, sit down.

Why don't we do
the formal identifications now,

and then, Dr. Wasserman,
you'll be free to go.

And Mrs. Salazar,
I'll take you to see Oscar.

[sobbing]

Yes, that's him.

[Nigel] Victim A, Chad.
Victim B, Chris Zarlinga,

and the black-haired girl, C,
are in the front room

when the shooters come
pounding on the door.

Black-haired girl
runs into the bedroom,

grabs the .22 from
underneath the mattress,
and hides in the closet.

Suspects one, two,
and three burst in.

One empties
his .223 assault rifle
into A.

-[simulated gunshots]
-Two empties his 9mm into B.

Before they leave,
they do a sweep.

Hear a sound in the bedroom.
Open the closet door.

Three, Oscar Salazar,
shoots his MAC-10,
grazing black-haired girl.

Black-haired girl fires back.
Hitting him once in the chest
with a .22.

He goes down.

One and two flee the scene.
They're out of bullets.

Black-haired girl
then drops her gun and runs.

A, B, and three are dead.

One, two, and C are missing.

So Chad and his friends
rent a room,
start dealing dope.

Probably never even realized
they were in Muertos 19's
backyard.

All right, you two,
prep the bodies for autopsy.

Did we get anything
off the .22?

Prints are unreadable.

But I might be
able to lift DNA.

Could help us ID
our black-haired girl.

God, look at them.
They're kids.

They should be tossing
footballs and chasing girls.

Instead, it's drugs,
guns, and money.

Abby, it's me.
I don't know if you've
been getting my messages.

I've left several.
Come home.

Come home, honey.
Just come home.

-How's he doing?
-Not great.

[sighs] I cannot imagine
what he's going through.

Not knowing
if Abby is okay,

if she's hurt,
or even if she's--

Yeah.

To be honest,
I'm a little
worried about him,

you know, backsliding.

-Have you noticed something?
-No. Not really.

But just help me
keep an eye on him, okay?

-Hey, DNA on
that gun come back?
-It just came in.

Just spoke to by buddy Rick
over at gang task force.

He knew about Salazar
and the boys he rolled with.

Two names popped.
Could be our missing shooters.

It's Dr. Macy's daughter.

I gotta do this
the right way, Woody.

I need to tell Garret first.

Woody brought back a file
from the gang task force.

He's got a good lead
on finding our perps.

What's the bad news?

DNA came back on the .22.

There were four people
in that room, Garret,
not three.

Two guys, two girls.

When the shooters
came through the door,

the girls ran
into the bedroom.

One of them grabbed a .22
from under the mattress,

and they both
hid in the closet.

Salazar opened the closet

and fired, grazing
the black-haired girl.

And the other girl fired back.

Abby shot Salazar, Garret.

She dropped the gun,
and she ran.

Her DNA was on the gun.

[Woody] Oscar Salazar.
Ran his own mini-crew
for the Muertos 19.

According to a CI
in the task force,

his two other sidekicks
are Ernesto Sanchez
and Omar Salazar.

Three of them have
been suspects in
four other gangland murders,

all dismissed for
lack of evidence.

Salazar, any relation?

Yes, Oscar's baby brother.
Street name is Lil O.

The three of them have been
banging together since
the seventh grade.

Any idea where
we can find them?

Yeah, these puppies
are not hiding.

They're out there
strutting it.

Give me an hour,
I'll have them
in the box.

-[door opens]
-Car! I knew it.

You gotta figure, four kids,
one week, wheels, right?

Nigel, please.
Nouns, verbs.
Make sentence.

Well, it seems
that Chad borrowed
his grandmother's car

the night before
he left Dr. M's.

Just turned up in PD impound.

Could have evidence.
Could have trace.

If we can piece together
where they've been,

it could point to
where she is now.

-You and Bug check it out.
-Yeah, I'm already gone.

Here.

[Jordan] Muertos 19 sure
aren't stingy with the ammo.

This hit last year,
32 rounds from
three different guns.

Everyone shoots together.
Insurance. Nobody flips.

What is it?

Nothing, it's, uh...
It's not my coffee.

Mrs. Salazar.

What are you doing here?

My family and I are
waiting for my son.

As I explained,
there is an ongoing
police investigation.

His body may not be
released until tomorrow.

When he was shot last year,

I stayed five days
in his hospital room.

I know he was in a gang.

I know he did bad things.

But he was my baby.

And I will not leave him
to lie in this cold building
all alone.

I will wait.

[breath trembling]
Ms. Lebowski.

My sisters and I [sniffles]
run a flower shop.

The other mother who
lost her son, the doctor.

I'd like to
send her something.

That's very kind.

-One word. Lawyer.
-That's real good, Ernesto.

You got the whole
textbook memorized.

But see, this ain't
about beating juvie anymore.

You boys are big.
You're looking at
some serious time.

No, you got nothing on us.

Except for the bullets from
the bodies on Humner Street.

[Ernesto] Yeah,
bullets with no guns.

We got Oscar dead
on the floor.

And from I heard,
he never so much
as took a leak

without the two of you
coming with.

Look, I don't know nothing
about no Humner Street.

But if I did, I say
those fools got
what they deserved.

Dealing dope in the hood
belonging to Muertos 19.

"Got what they deserved."
What do think this is,
some kind of game?

[Ernesto] Yeah, that's
exactly what it is, man.

And don't nobody
make you play.

If you want in,
you obey the rules.

Or somebody
takes you down.

How about you, Lil O?
You're real quiet.
You having a bad day?

Yeah, man. I'm having
a real bad day, man.

My blood been spilt!

-Some blue-eyed
cut my brother.
-[Woody] Yeah? Who was that?

What happened to
that girl, Lil O?

She killed your brother.

Help me find her,
so I can lock her up.

No comment.

We're done here, man.
Where's the lawyer at?

-Son of a bitch.
-Garret.

Where's my daughter?
Where the hell's my daughter?

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Dr. Macy.
Come on, Dr. Macy.
Come on now!

Yeah, if I see her,
I'll tell her you're
looking for her.

Yo, old time.

If you see her first,
tell her we're looking
for her, too.

[Woody] Hey! Hey! Hey!

Come on!

[Jordan] Woody will
sweat them out for
a couple of hours.

And work them
all over again, okay.

If they know
anything about Abby,

Woody'll get it
out of them.

Any half-decent lawyer
will have them home
by dinner.

Abby's ID is the only thing
that'll hurt them,
and they know it.

Let's get back.
I want to start
those autopsies.

Hey, hey.
Bug and I can handle it.

Garret, you need
to step aside now.

I'll run the investigation.

-What're you talking--
-[Woody] Hey, guys.

We may have just
caught a break.

Somebody tried to use
Abby's credit card,

the one her mom gave her,
last night at 2:30 a.m.
at an ATM.

The video's on its way
to the morgue.

My God. [sighs]

The ATM won't give back
the canceled card.

That black-haired girl.
Could you pause it?

Look, she's got
a bandage on her hand.

Probably where she was shot.
She was in the closet
with Abby.

[Woody] Have either of you
ever seen her before?

This is a real lead.

If we can ID
the black-haired girl,
she might lead us to Abby.

Let's go.

What you need to do now
is just go home,
wait by the phone.

Both of you.
I mean, she might call.

She might even show up
in the middle of the night.

And if she does,
you need to be
there for her.

Garret. What are you doing?

What do you mean?
Three bodies, three M.E.s.

We go it covered.
You need to go home.

And why is that?

Because you're too close.

Because conflict of interest
will taint evidence.

Because "fired for
drinking on the job"

will not look good
on your resume.

Is that a threat?

Damn straight it is.

I mean, how many
last chances do you need?

Because, apparently the DUI
didn't do the trick.

And I am running
out of forgiveness.

My daughter is out
on the street somewhere,

hiding because people
are trying to kill her!

Do you understand that?

And we are doing
everything in our power!

Yeah, well, it's not
doing any good, is it?

I'm not gonna sit on my ass
and hope for the best.

Like it or not,
I'm still the Chief M.E.
in the state of Massachusetts.

Not tonight, you're not.

Take off the gloves,
walk out that door,
and go home.

Or you'll never set foot
in this morgue again.

-Hello?
-[Abby] Daddy?

Abby, where are you?

Something terrible happened.
They're looking for me.

Just... Just tell me
where you are.

I'm at a payphone.
It's on the corner of
Cormac and 114th.

Okay, don't move.
I'm on my way.
I'm on my way.

[sirens wailing distantly]

-[line beeping]
-[objects clattering]

Abby!

Abby!

Hey. Hey.

There was a girl here.
Did you see where she went?

-I ain't seen nobody.
-Listen, this is important.

She was right here.
She said she'd wait for me.

I knew a girl like that once.

Okay. Is there
a place around here
to score dope?

Uh...

I'd have pegged you
for more of a drinking man.

Where can I buy some heroin?

Look in my eyes.
See death in there?
It's a mirror, my man.

Here's 40 bucks.

Where do people go
to buy drugs?

Two blocks down in the alley.

Bless you, man.

Are you responsible for these?

Um...

Mrs. Salazar owns
a flower shop.

She thought that
that would be a nice gesture.

And it's your business
to give out my address?

Dr. Wasserman, they're flowers.
I don't mean to offend, but...

It's inappropriate,
Ms. Lebowski.

My son has died,
and how and why and if

I feel a damn thing
about that is my business.

You're right.
I'm sorry. I...

I crossed a line.

I apologize.

I raised Chad
completely on my own,

and I provided him
a life of great privilege.

And when he started using
drugs in high school,

I consulted every expert.

And when he was
arrested a year later,

I sent him to
the best rehab
in the country.

But there comes a time

when he has to start
taking responsibility
for his own life.

He makes the choices.
He suffers the consequence.

It's called tough love.

[cell phone ringing]

I have to get back to
the hospital for surgery.

You're working?

Now?

Chad is gone.

I have the opportunity to save
someone else's life tonight.

And I believe
it is appropriate
and honorable for me to do so.

Chad's grandma had a car,
the car had a GPS,

and the GPS had a hard drive.

So all I have to do
is download,
say a few magic words,

and voila.

We have a timeline
of everywhere that
Chad and Abby have been

since the day
they left Dr. M's.

Excellent. Now, if we can
just find the right forest
in all the trees.

Jordan, this machine
just made a beeping sound.

Yeah, it's called a computer,
and that means it has
happy news.

The program built
an enhanced portrait

of the black haired girl
based on her picture
from the ATM video.

We cross reference with BPD.

Jennifer Doyle.
One's for possession.
One's for dealing.

And no known address.

No, maybe her parole officer
knows where we can find her.

Hope so. That was the DA.

There wasn't enough
to hold the two shooters.

They're back on the street.

We'd better find Abby
before they do.

[Jordan]
The Night Rest Motel.

No guarantees.

But her PO said when she
doesn't want to be found,

he usually finds her here.

That's Garret's car.

Door's been forced.

[Jordan] It's
the black-haired girl.

9mm. Probably
an assault weapon.

Looks a lot like
our same two shooters.

One witness down.
One to go.

-[clattering]
-[indistinct chatter]

[bottle clinking]

[man] Come on, man. Open up!

[cell phone ringing]

Hello?

Abby.

I'm in a place two blocks
from where you told me
to pick...

Just tell me
where you are, okay?
I'll find you. Just...

No cell phones here.

Can I have my
phone back, please?

Yo, you're not
listening to me.

Listen, I'm trying
to find my daughter.
I need my phone.

Come on, man.
Why don't you
go sleep it off?.

I said give me my...
[grunting]

[grunts]

-Like I said,
no phones, bitch.
-[cell phone clatters]

[grunts]

[Macy grunting and panting]

[Macy] Just stop. Just stop.

-We're almost there.
-[groans]

[grunting]

-[grunts]
-Shh!

They know we're in here.

-[vehicle approaching]
-[tires screeching]

Hey, yo, yo.

There was some old dude here
asking about his daughter.

Okay, we're going to
have to climb the stairs.

-I can't.
-Dad! Shh!

You have to.
They're coming.

You look like crap.

Yeah, you look real great.

Help me up.

[cell phone ringing]

Jordan.

Hey, you still got that
GPS up and running?

-Absolutely, where are you?
-The Night Rest Motel.

Dorchester, 17 Cormac Street.

Look, we think Garret
and Abby are on foot.

They're probably
somewhere nearby.

[Bug] Okay,
there's one location they
visited almost every day.

Just a couple of blocks
from where you are.

They would stay
for a couple of hours

and then head back to
the place on Humner Street.

Like they were dealing there?

It's four blocks
south off Nagle,

and it is
a small little street
called...

No wait. It's an alley.

[Macy groans, pants]

I'm sorry.

For what?

I didn't mean to hurt you.

Dad, we were just
messing around.

It's like after years

of people saying,
"Just say no,"

I woke up one day,

and I thought,
"Just say yes."

Nobody could ever
tell you anything.

You always had to stick
your hand in the fire.

Remember when we lived
in that apartment
on Mercer Street?

Every morning I'd try to
butter your toast,

and you'd grab the knife
right out of my hand.

I'd say, "Abby,
knives aren't for kids."

Next morning,
do the same thing.

-You would say--
-"Me.

"I do it better."

Well, "I do it betterer."

[chuckles]

-Right, "betterer."
-Yeah.

You remember that?

No, I was two.

But you've told me
that story, like, 100 times.

I love you, honey.

-Thank you.
-[elevator bell dings]

I was just leaving
the hospital.

Thought I'd stop
and drop this off.

It authorizes transport
of the body for
cremation tomorrow.

Okay.

[inhales sharply]
So, we're done.

Listen, I don't know
the first thing about
raising a kid.

And I wouldn't have
a clue what to do

if someone I loved
got mixed up in
drugs or crime.

But I do know about grief.

Dr. Wasserman, Chad is gone.

Tough love isn't gonna
change him now.

You have to find
a way to forgive him.

You haven't seen
your son's face
in almost five years.

Tomorrow, he'll be cremated.

Before that happens,
take a moment to say goodbye.

[elevator bell dings]

[sighs softly]

Lock the doors.
Call for backup.

This is Unit 377
requesting backup.

The alley off Nagle,
south of 117th.

Officer in foot pursuit.
All available units.

Abby.

Why don't you go
in there and hide?

I'm not leaving you.

They're looking
for you, not me.
Now go. Go.

-[car alarm blaring]
-[man] Hey, what the hell
are you doing?

Yo, that's my car.

[alarm continues blaring]

My ride, yo!
Hey, yo, somebody
hit my ride, man!

I don't believe this, man.
My ride, man.

Police! Drop the weapons.

Hands the air now.

Drop those weapons.
Hands in the air now.

Looks like you're
outmanned here, homey.

Huh? What?

You're gonna take us all out
with that one little cap gun?

You wanna do this?
Go for it.

Drop it! Now!

Who got the cap gun
now, homes?

[thug screaming]

-Dad!
-Oh!

-Jordan, thank God.
-Abby, are you all right? Oh!

-Are you all right?
-Yeah.

Okay. Garret.

-You're hurt.
-No, no, I'm fine.

No, you are.

Do you have any idea
how worried we were about you?

We tried calling.
You wouldn't pick up.

Why the hell
didn't you call me?

You sent me home.
I didn't want to
get in trouble.

[Macy winces]

Let's get
out of here, okay?

What I need after a night
like this is a long,
hot shower and... Let's see.

Oh, two hours of sleep.

You wanna come in?

I don't wanna be
a rebound guy, Jordan.

And this thing we're doing
or thinking about doing,

it feels...

Too soon.

[sighs]

See you around.

[elevator bell dings]

[melancholy
Spanish song playing]

[sobbing]

Detective Hoyt thought
you probably wouldn't
face charges

since you acted
in self defense.

Of course, you will have
to testify at the trial
of those two boys.

It's just 30 days.

Mom, this is stupid.

I'm not an addict.

I was just
experimenting.

What, you guys never
experimented when
you were my age?

Abby, you have a problem.

And you know this because?

Because when
the people who know you
look you in the eye

and tell you
you have a problem,

and they're rude,
and they're pissed off,

and they don't give
a damn what you think,

then you have a problem.

If that bothers you,
that's too bad,
because you know what?

Having people like that
in your life is a great gift.

If you don't
appreciate that now,
maybe you will some day.

[Nigel] Mmm.

What's that smell?

Fresh strawberries,
two percent milk,
with a dash of raw honey,

and live acidophilus.

It's a little less
odorous, anyway.

Nice, not bad.

In fact, it's
fan-freakin-tastic.

-Strawberries?
-Nige made yogurt.

Deal me in. [chuckles]

[bottle clinks]

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