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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]

[theme music playing]