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So, are we gonna talk,

or you're just gonna keep playing with my, um,

balls?

This is a waste of time, Howard.

After a mass fatality, the state mandates

that you and your colleagues come talk to me.

So I should feel flattered to go first?

Well, you are my most difficult nut.

[chuckles]

So, tell me what happened two days ago.

You know what happened.

I know you found it a little difficult to do your job.

Well, it's never easy dealing with that many casualties.

Is that why you lashed out at Lily?

She had no right to undermine my authority.

Do you feel badly about the way you handled things?

I shouldn't have let it happen.

Guilt.

Now, that's a very complicated emotion.

No, it's not. It's not that.

Then what is it?

The blast.

I can still hear it.

People screaming, crying.

And yet, you still managed to stay calm

in the middle of all that chaos.

I had a job to do.

All of those grieving families were looking to me for comfort.

Looking back, I might have been a tad insensitive.

Regret. That's a very interesting emotion.

It wasn't that big a deal.

Oh?

So, it was just an ordinary day, is that it?

Nothing about that day was ordinary.

-[indistinct conversations] -[inaudible radio chatter]

Bomb was planted on the tracks.

The station was closed for construction,

so no one was on the platform,

but the 9:30 train to Salem

was passing through when the bomb went off.

[Jordan] The first couple cars took the brunt of it.

How many casualties?

We got at least 20 dead, a lot more injured.

Most of them have already been taken to the hospital.

Oh, my God.

Jewish day school. Fifth grade field trip.

Jordan, I need you to get back to the morgue right now.

These kids' parents are gonna start showing up any minute.

-Yeah, and they're gonna want answers. -Exactly.

I'll get the first wave of bodies back to the morgue.

-Start the IDs. -Go.

Dr. Macy, you remember Special Agent Greene.

[Macy] You worked the plane crash with us last year.

So, you're the go-to gal in explosive situations, huh?

I hear you and your team have worked bomb sites before.

We know what we're doing.

[Molly] Good. Then you know any materials you find

related to the bomb must be turned over to us immediately.

Anyone claiming responsibility?

Could be any number of extremist groups.

We haven't determined whether or not

the Jewish day school was the target.

And Homeland Security had no warning this was gonna happen?

Unfortunately, we were completely blindsided.

[people clamoring, shouting]

[theme music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

Bomb went off further down the tracks.

We don't know the extent of the damage yet.

How long before another one goes off?

Bomb squad did a search in the area,

100 yards in each direction.

They say it's safe to continue recovery.

[Nigel] Well, let's get to it.

[Woody] We shut down the airport

and stepped up all police presence at all landmarks,

federal buildings, temples and mosques.

[Molly] This is going to create widespread panic,

but people have a right to be scared.

For all we know, there could be bombs planted all over this city.

[Macy] A repeat of what happened in London.

[Molly] That's what I'm afraid of.

But we'll have a better idea of what we're dealing with

once we get a closer look at the bomb.

[melancholy music playing]

[gasping]

Where's my son?

Ma'am, I'm sorry, you cannot be back here.

My son was on that train.

Is that him? In that body bag?

Please, I need to see him.

Yeah, I'm not sure that's a good idea.

Please. [whimpering] Please...

It's not Charlie.

Where's my son?

Hey... Hey, look at me, okay?

Look at me, what's your name?

Allison. Allison Cohen.

I'm Jordan.

Okay. Listen, some of the kids survived today.

They were taken to Boston General,

maybe you should look for Charlie there.

Boston General?

-Yeah. -Okay.

Thank you.

I can't even imagine what she was going through.

Not knowing if your son is alive or dead.

Must have been very hard to focus on your work.

Oh.

I did what needed to be done.

That sounded a little defensive.

I just resent people telling me how to do my job.

I know how to make people feel better.

Can't be easy on a day like that.

It's the little things.

Make coffee, tea, put out donuts.

[chuckles] Everybody likes donuts.

I used to, 'til I started working in a morgue.

Bug, those are for the families.

Oh. "Sorry your kid is dead. Here, have a donut."

Excuse me.

My wife, she was on the train.

I'm Lily Lebowski. I'm the grief counselor here.

Jason Hartzman.

Carrie was their teacher.

Please, sit down.

Thank you.

I'm gonna need you to fill out this form.

Just give us as much information as you can.

I told her not to go.

She didn't listen.

[sighs] Her whole class...

I know how difficult this must be for you.

She was supposed to stop working a week ago.

And get ready for the baby.

She was pregnant?

[sighs]

Due Wednesday.

Looks like sugar.

[Molly] It's silver flash powder.

Packed into a galvanized steel pipe,

it makes one hell of a bomb.

Al-Qaeda uses pipe bombs.

Yes, but this looks like a cheap digital timer.

Not very accurate.

Most likely domestic.

Americans attacking Americans.

I think I found something that might be of interest to you people.

End caps. Must have used more than one pipe to create the bomb.

Based on their diameter,

I'd say each pipe was at least two inches wide.

You know your stuff.

Well, I'd be happy to help out today, if...

We've set up command on the platform.

We have enough to recreate the bomb?

Computer'll fill in the blanks.

[objects clattering]

Nigel, you want to give me a hand?

Ugh!

She looks full term.

Just when you thought it couldn't get any worse.

She's the last one. Help me get her into a body bag.

[Howard sighs]

If that doesn't make you want to down a bottle of Scotch,

I don't know what will.

-I didn't take a drink. -Mmm.

Are you saying I wanted to?

Don't tell me you weren't tempted.

Even if I was, I didn't take a drink.

Let's get this one into autopsy.

-[women whimpering] -They don't need to see this.

-[indistinct chatter] -[woman crying]

[Jordan] Allison?

Charlie wasn't at the hospital.

He hates getting his picture taken.

Every year for school photos, getting dressed up.

Mmm. [sniffles] But he did it anyway.

Because he knew it meant a lot to me.

Well, we'll do our best to make a photo ID,

but if we can't, we'll need a sample of Charlie's DNA.

Oh, uh...

The hospital should still have a sample of his blood.

He's been battling cancer for about a year and a half,

and just went into remission last month. [chuckles]

I wasn't gonna let him go on this field trip.

But he really wanted to.

And, you know, I figured he'd... [sniffles]

Well, he'd missed so much school, and...

He didn't have that many friends.

Hey, you shouldn't be alone right now.

Is there anybody I can call for you?

Charlie's father?

[laughs] No. No, he left us when Charlie was a baby.

When Charlie was diagnosed with cancer,

[voice breaking] I promised him

that we were gonna get through it together.

I'm so sorry.

[sighs]

He beat cancer. He beat it. [whimpers]

I mean, why would God give him back to me

only just to take him away like this?

Boy, I'd sure like to hear your answer to that one.

I didn't have one. [chuckles]

Bad things happen.

I stopped asking why a long time ago.

So how's your love life these days?

Are you seeing anyone?

Are you asking me out, Howard?

I'll take that as a no.

And what about your father? How's he doing?

Um... I'm sorry, what does any of this have to do with the bombing?

I'm just making conversation.

You don't just make conversation.

[chainsaw buzzing]

[Woody] We took statements from the transit workers on shift today.

No one saw any suspicious activity.

Did you get anything off the surveillance footage?

Their system's more archaic than my grandmother's eight millimeter.

It only captures one frame every ten seconds.

That's plenty of time for someone to slip under the tracks unnoticed.

Homeland Security is sending over

their domestic terrorism watch list.

Hey, when I was reconstructing the bomb,

I made an interesting discovery.

The timer was faulty.

Did we get anything out of BATS?

-No, it's still running. -BATS?

The Bomb and Arson Tracking System.

It's the most comprehensive bomb database known to man.

Every time we find a new explosive device

we run it though the database to try to find a match.

So, if our guy is a repeat offender...

He'll be in the system.

Looks like we have a virgin on our hands.

First timer.

Homeland Security just sent this over.

An anonymous letter claiming responsibility for today's bombing.

How do we know it's legitimate?

Trace amounts of silver flash powder on it.

Anything else on it?

No prints, no DNA, but according to this note,

there's a third bomb out there.

"Look how easy it was for me

to detonate three bombs today.

Homeland Security must do better to protect the people

of this country from terrorists.

Even four years after 9/11, we're still not safe."

He blows up a train full of kids to make a point?

He's no better than al-Qaeda.

And no clue where the third bomb is,

or even when it's gonna go off.

Considering the first two bombs were in the transit system,

it's likely the third one is as well,

but at this point, I'm not ruling anything out.

We'll check and see if any other stations are under construction.

Maybe that's how he's gaining access.

With any luck, we'll be able to find that third bomb before it goes off.

You're just gonna wait for me to say something, aren't you?

I'm just not as interesting as you are, am I?

All I can say is that there is no excuse for what happened.

Well, you don't actually think

you could have prevented it, do you?

I should have tried harder.

From all accounts, on that day,

you went above and beyond.

It wasn't enough.

Finally.

That's the root of the problem.

[Jason whimpering]

[sniffling, breathing heavily]

Yeah, that's her.

That's Carrie.

Mr. Hartzman, is there anyone we can call for you?

No.

Um, our families live in Seattle. They were gonna come in next week.

For the baby.

Did you have a name picked out for your son?

Not yet. Why?

I'm sorry to bring this up now, but...

We need a name for the fetal death certificate.

Carrie wanted to wait.

'Til we saw him.

I think he should see his son.

What are you talking about?

You have to remove the baby anyway.

Why not let Mr. Hartzman see him?

It's a bad idea.

The baby is full term, Garret.

That's not the point.

He needs to see his son to name him.

It'll make the baby real for him.

It'll help him deal with the loss.

His son is dead, Lily.

He's never gonna get to know him.

Seeing that baby will only make him feel worse.

You don't know that.

[exhales]

Parents of stillborn children are encouraged to hold their babies.

It's proven to help them grieve.

She is the grief counselor.

I wasn't trying to tell her how to do her job.

Then why the strong objection?

The man had just ID'ed his dead pregnant wife.

He didn't need to see that baby

to understand what he'd lost.

You see this? You see this flat surface right here?

That only happens if the train skids to a stop.

Someone pulled the emergency break.

They must've seen something on the tracks and tried to stop the train.

[Woody] Whoever pulled this cord is the closest thing we've got to an eyewitness.

Assuming they didn't die in the crash.

[Nigel] Well, I've got a partial.

Good. Let's get it to the morgue.

[Woody] Some survivors are still being held at triage until we get their statements.

We'll talk to them, see if anybody can tell us who pulled this cord.

Lu?

I can't do this.

What are you talking about?

I'm taking myself off the case.

-What? -I'm sorry.

One shrink to another,

I'd say we're dealing with a classic case of avoidance.

I'm not trying to avoid anything.

Avoidance and denial. This is worse than I thought. [chuckles]

Now, it says here you took yourself off the case?

That's right.

Well, you've worked mass fatalities before.

Was it the kids that got to you?

They got to everybody.

Yes, but you were the only one who ran away.

Well, I read in your file that you moved here

from Virginia.

That's a beautiful state. Beautiful beaches.

Why did you leave?

Boston PD made me a great offer.

Really? They just recruited you out of the blue?

I applied for the job.

Hmm.

I understand you were on the fast track in Virginia.

One of the youngest detectives in your department.

Why would you want to leave all that?

Personal reasons.

Mr. Hewitt, are you sure you didn't see anything on the tracks?

Why did you pull the emergency cord?

All those kids. Dead...

Some of the other passengers on the train

identified you as the one who pulled the brake.

Do you remember doing it?

The bomb went off.

[voice breaking] The pregnant lady was screaming.

What happened to her?

She didn't make it.

I'm sorry.

[crying]

-Neil? -Yes, sir.

Let's get him to a hospital.

So much for that.

One of the transit workers back there said he saw a suspicious-looking guy

hanging around the station last night.

Let's get a sketch artist down here.

Hey, Jordan, that kid you were looking for,

Charlie Cohen, he's not here.

What do you mean?

I ran his DNA against all the kids in the morgue

and double-checked at the hospital, too,

and there's no sign of him.

He couldn't have just disappeared.

Well, how do we know he even got

on the train in the first place?

We need to go through those personal belongings.

Charlie's jacket.

So he was on the train.

He must've run off before the rescue teams arrived.

There's some blood on it.

Charlie's out there somewhere and he's injured.

We gotta find him.

You should go home in case Charlie shows up there.

-I'll call you as soon as I know anything. -[Allison] [softly] Okay.

Thank you so much.

I promise you. We're gonna find your son.

Thanks.

Jordan, what the hell are you doing?

It is not our job to find Charlie Cohen.

Just leave it to the police.

The police are busy looking for terrorists.

A missing 11-year-old boy

is not gonna be their top priority.

And it is not ours, either.

We have a crypt full of kids that need to be autopsied.

And we will get to them.

We don't have time to go running off looking for some kid

who probably doesn't even need our help.

It was a difficult day. I was under a lot of stress.

Stress.

[scoffs] There's that word again.

I'm not normally one to crack under pressure.

I guess I've changed. [chuckles]

Why do you suppose that is?

Evolution.

Nothing can stay the same forever.

The Danaus plexippus.

The Monarch Butterfly.

Its name literally means "sleepy transformation."

It spends half of its life as a caterpillar

with a limited view of the world.

But then, it turns into a beautiful butterfly.

And with the gift of flight,

a whole new world opens up to it.

It sees things.

Feels things it never knew existed before.

But not all of it is good.

Can't change back into a caterpillar.

But I wonder if there are moments

when it wishes that it could.

Nigel, we've checked out miles of track.

Still no sign of that third bomb.

[Nigel] Any luck with that witness?

[Molly] The guy she saw on the tracks

turned out to be a construction worker.

We've ruled him out as a suspect.

You get anything from those bomb fragments?

No DNA or prints.

I did, however, find trace elements

of lubricant on the blast caps.

Lubricant?

Yeah. See, the blast caps have to be screwed

very, very delicately onto the ends of the pipe.

Any kind of heat or friction and boom!

It could go off in your hands.

-Don't want that to happen. -Hence, the lubricant.

In this case, our bomber used petroleum.

Very specific kind of petroleum

only used in hydraulic microscopes.

Find out who has access to the microscopes,

we make a list of suspects.

Once again, lubricant saves the day. [chuckles]

She looked at me like I was an insensitive clod.

Hmm. Federal agents tend to take their jobs very seriously.

Well, so do I. A lot of people died that day.

I wasn't taking that lightly.

And yet, you felt the need to make jokes.

Do you remember that episode of Mary Tyler Moore?

The one where Chuckles the Clown died?

During a parade, he was dressed as a peanut,

and he got trampled by elephants.

-Is that the one? -Exactly.

The funeral was a somber affair. It was very serious.

And right in the middle of it, Mary starts to laugh.

And she tries to stop, but...

She can't help herself.

So what you're trying to say is you're Mary Tyler Moore.

When things get tense,

I feel the need to try to... To lighten the mood.

There's nothing wrong with that.

Humor is a perfectly healthy way to relieve stress.

Why, I've been known to crack a joke or two myself on a rough day.

-Yeah? -Did you hear the one

about the two psychiatrists who passed each other in the hall?

One guy says hello.

The other thinks, "I wonder what he meant by that?"

[laughs]

You might want to work on your timing.

[snipping]

-Wow. -Yep.

He's perfect.

Have you changed your mind about letting Mr. Hartzman see him?

No.

Garret, he needs to see his son.

Has he asked to see him?

-No, but-- -Then leave it alone.

You're wrong about this.

-[door opens] -[footsteps receding]

Say, how's your daughter doing these days?

She's fine.

She still in rehab?

Where you going with this, Howard?

Well, you know, you once told me

that after Abby was born

she spent several days in the NICU.

-What are you, an elephant? -[chuckles]

And I was just wondering, I mean, at that time,

did you hold her?

Did you bond with her?

What does this have to do with the Hartzman baby?

If you keep answering a question with a question,

we're gonna be here all day--

What do you want from me, Howard?

Well, A, that's another question.

B, why didn't you hold your daughter?

I couldn't.

Why not?

I don't know. I think... [sighs]

I think I was afraid.

-Afraid? Of what? -Like I said, I don't know.

Oh, yes, you do. What were you afraid of?

Being a father? Getting too attached?

I was afraid she'd die, too.

What do you mean "too"? Who else died?

Abby's twin brother.

You had a son?

Yeah. He was a lot smaller than Abby.

Weighed less than two pounds and...

Died in about six hours.

Maggie and I never told anyone, not even Abby.

Hey, Lu. Lu! What's going on?

I left you like, three messages. You okay?

I'm fine.

You seemed a little freaked out this morning.

I'm fine now.

All right, well, listen.

If you ever want to talk about anything,

I'm a pretty good listener.

Thanks. Thanks.

So you were still tracking down the bomber at that point.

Yeah.

And yet you took time in the middle of all that

to check on Detective Simmons?

It was a tough day. I was worried about her.

Are you two seeing one another?

Me and Lu? No.

Are you seeing anyone?

[sighs] I don't know if you'd call it "seeing each other."

Oh-ho! What would you call it?

What's right in between frustrating and weird?

Sounds complicated.

Anyone I know?

I tested the blood we found on Charlie's jacket.

DNA's a match.

I found this in Charlie's pocket.

What is it?

Well, it's pretty water-damaged,

but you can still make out most of the words.

-Looks like a poem. -Yeah.

"Gloom Angel of death

How fiercely you pursue me

From a proud tower in the town

Death looks gigantically down"

Sounds familiar.

I can't really make out the rest of it.

Could you run this through the electrostatic machine?

Try to restore the rest of the poem?

-Sure. -Thanks.

I mean, on a day when so many innocent people were murdered,

the Jordan Cavanaugh I know would have channeled

all her energy into finding the person responsible.

But it wasn't my job to find the bomber.

Well, it wasn't your job

to look for Charlie Cohen either,

and yet you... You made it your personal mission to do that.

Now, why?

Well, he was hurt.

He needed my help.

You think that was the only reason?

[pneumatic drill whirring]

Greene! There are five hydraulic microscopes in Boston.

Four at prominent universities,

one at the Bayview Research Center.

How many people have access?

Over 3,000, but Nigel is cross-referencing those names

with the list Homeland Security sent over.

Lucky for us, they keep tabs on certain bomb-making websites.

People who visit those sites are automatically flagged.

We've got some possibilities.

Greg Hewitt. He's the one who pulled the emergency break.

Are you sure you're up for this?

I'm sure.

[Jason sighs]

[chuckles, sniffles]

He's beautiful.

Yes. He is.

Isaac.

His name is Isaac.

The son of Abraham. Do you know that story?

From the Bible? Sure.

God asked Abraham to sacrifice his only son, Isaac.

So Abraham marches him up to the top of the mountain,

he lays him down on the altar,

and he's just about to slit his throat,

when God says, "Don't do it!"

I never understood that story.

It just seems like God has a cruel sense of humor.

It was a test of faith.

Abraham was gonna kill his only son.

What kind of heartless person would do that?

It's not about being heartless.

It's about putting your feelings aside

to do what needs to be done.

I didn't cry that day.

Not once.

People were depending on you.

You had to be strong.

When I first started this job,

I cried all the time.

Seeing people in so much pain, my heart would break for them.

That day, over 20 people died.

Kids. That baby.

I watched Mr. Hartzman hold his dead son,

and I couldn't muster up a few tears.

What's wrong with me?

Greg Hewitt's a grad student at Harvard.

Squeaky clean. Not even a parking ticket.

No wonder he never showed up on our radar.

Keep digging. I want to know everything there is to know about this guy.

Oh, damn it. Hewitt's gone.

He checked himself out of the hospital an hour ago.

City's in lockdown. He won't get far.

I'll put out an APB and get a warrant for his place.

Hey, guys, you might want to take a look at this.

Hewitt's wife was killed in the London bombings last year.

They were on their honeymoon.

His note said he didn't feel safe.

Now we know why.

Yeah, Charlie Cohen. He was reported missing a couple hours ago.

Yes, I know there was a bombing this morning.

This kid was actually injured in it.

Yeah, well, thanks for nothing.

Hey, Bug, any luck with that poem?

Yeah. That line that sounded familiar.

"From a proud tower in the town

Death looks gigantically down"

It's a quote from Edgar Allan Poe.

Somebody was paying attention in English Lit.

I looked it up on the Internet.

But I found something else on the paper.

Chlorine with traces of copper.

Like pipes?

Yeah, but I also found traces of lead and nickel.

Like coins in a fountain?

That's what I was thinking.

Maybe that's where Charlie goes to write his poetry.

Are there any public fountains near his home or school?

[sighs] On a day like today, that would be a good place

to go and find some solace.

[Jordan] And inspiration. Look, Cambridge Court.

There's a fountain right by the building

where Edgar Allan Poe was born.

Hewitt hasn't been back here.

We need to set up roadblocks within a 100-mile radius.

We can't let this guy get out of the city.

I got something. Blueprints of the entire transit system.

The third bomb's near Stockton Station. Let's go.

[Officer] Come on, guys, let's move!

[Officer] Hey, there's someone down there!

[Woody] Hewitt!

Stay back!

Step away from the bomb now!

Don't shoot.

Enough people have died today, Hewitt.

-Just step away. -[bomb timer ticking]

It's gonna go off in less than two minutes.

-I gotta disarm it. -Disarm it?

Clear the tunnel, now!

Stay back!

Okay. We're just gonna talk. All right?

I'm putting my gun down.

[Molly] Hoyt!

I know why you're doing this.

I know what happened to your wife and...

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to hurt anybody.

Just the tracks. Not the train.

The timer didn't work.

The bomb went off when it wasn't supposed to.

I panicked. I tried to stop it.

That's why you pulled the emergency brake.

Too late.

The train hit the bomb. All those kids...

We gotta get out of here.

It's okay, it's okay.

Just come with us.

You got 45 seconds. Just go!

-[bomb timer ticking] -It's too late.

I'm not leaving you down here.

-Hoyt! -It's too late.

-[yells] Go! -[Molly] Come on!

-[alarm blaring] -[timer trilling]

I should've been able to save him.

The man was responsible for the deaths of over 20 human beings.

Most people would probably say he got what he deserved.

Yeah, I guess.

Did you feel sorry for him?

-How could I? He was a bad guy, right? -[Harold scoffs]

You feel guilty because you couldn't save him?

I feel guilty about a lot of things.

Hannah, um...

She was ten when my sister

had another baby.

And Hannah was feeling kind of neglected.

So, I decided that I was gonna take her to the mall.

You know, just the two of us. Girls' day out.

Mmm... [chuckles]

We bought new clothes,

and we went to the movies, and we ate junk food.

We were about five blocks from the house

when the car hit us.

And she, um,

died...

Right in front of me.

I'm so sorry.

[voice breaking] My sister never blamed me.

[sighs heavily]

I'm sorry, but...

Every time I saw her...

[sniffles] So that's why I moved here.

When I saw that little girl, she just, the braids,

they were just like Hannah's. I'm really sorry.

It's okay. Come here.

It's okay.

Charlie? Charlie, you okay?

Hey... Hey, I'm Jordan.

Mind if I look at your cut?

I'm a doctor.

Okay.

Hey, it's not too bad.

Are you hurt anywhere else? Well, good.

Does my mom know I'm here?

Yeah, she's on her way.

Why'd you tell her?

She's not mad at you, Charlie.

She just wants you to come home.

I should have died on that train.

Don't say that.

It would have been better that way.

Your mom loves you more than anything.

Do you know how lucky you are

to have someone like that in your life?

When I was sick,

my mom would cry every day.

She'd try to hide it from me,

but I could tell.

Charlie, that's all in the past.

I've been feeling sick.

Like before.

I couldn't tell Mom.

My cancer's back. I know it.

You don't have cancer, Charlie.

How do you know?

Because we found your jacket on the train.

It had some blood on it from your cut.

We tested it. Your T-cell count is fine.

Are you sure?

Positive. You're gonna be okay.

[Allison] Charlie!

Charlie. Charlie.

A happy ending in the middle of all that tragedy.

Must have felt good.

Yeah, it did.

Wow. You're so convincing. [chuckles]

You know, there's still one thing I don't understand.

Why you found it so necessary

to find that boy.

Oh...

He and his mom had already been through so much.

And all they had was each other.

That's a very special bond.

To love someone so unconditionally

and to know that they love you back.

Must have made you think about your own life.

So, is this the part where I admit to you

how I go home to an empty apartment every night?

No family. No pets. I don't have a plant.

Well, life's an awful lot simpler

if you only have yourself to worry about.

Maybe life's not supposed to be that simple.

Do you regret the choices that you made?

We didn't even name him.

After he died, we just pretended he'd never existed.

Don't you think you're being too hard on yourself?

It shouldn't be that easy to just check my feelings at the door.

What are you really afraid of?

What if I'm getting too good at this job?

Being good at your job,

that's nothing to feel guilty about.

It's not just the kiss.

Ever since it happened,

I can't stop thinking about her.

I felt safe talking to him.

I haven't felt that way in a long time.

Once you've opened that door, there's no going back.

You can't pick and choose which emotions you're gonna feel.

And without the bad ones,

you can't appreciate the good.

-Is that trite? -I hope not.

He said, "Yeah, but what I really wanted

"was a 12-inch pianist." [laughs]

I'm glad to see you took something positive

away from that day.

There's a plaque on the wall of the morgue

as you walk in.

It's in Latin.

"Hic locus est ubi

mors gaudet succurrere vitae."

"This is a place

where death is happy to help the living."

And here I thought it meant,

"Employees must wash their hands."

[chuckles]

Being surrounded by death

must remind you how valuable life is.

Every day, Howard. Every day.

[Jordan sniffles]

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