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["Shaft" playing]

[revving]

Well, finally my influence
pays off.

'Cause you look fabulous.

Thanks. [chuckles]

So, uh, I heard
there was a multi-car crash
at the Big Dig.

Yeah, yeah.
I was setting it up right now.

Yeah, I heard about it
on my new satellite radio.

In my new car.

You finally did it?

-Yep.
-Oh.

271 horsepower V8
with an ATI supercharger.

Satellite imagery GPS.

-Sweet.
-Uh-huh.

Aberdeen leather trim,
six-way power bucket seats,

in-dash six-CD changer,
MP3 player.

[Simmons muffled] Thank you.

[Woody] I'm sorry,
I can't understand
what you're saying.

You have a doughnut
in your mouth.

I said thanks
for opening the door.

You're welcome.
All right, so the reason
I asked you to breakfast is

'cause I thought maybe
we should talk
about last week.

There's nothing to talk about.

Of course there's something
to talk about.

There's always something to
talk about.

The weather, the Red Sox,

the severed head
we found in the alley
behind Mickey's Steakhouse.

Not my case, thank God.

Not mine either.
Just an example.

Should I just keep talking
till I get a reaction?

[car lock chirping]

Hang on, hang on. Just hang on.

You can't even
make eye contact,

and you still don't think
we need to talk?

Okay, guys.
I got the dental X-rays.

Whoa. Bug, look at you!
[laughing]

Mmm.

Parked your car on the street?
Are you insane?

My space in the garage
is next to Jordan's.

She dings my door
every time she opens hers.

Yeah, but your car
could get stolen
on the street.

Or broken into.

Au contraire.

When I leave the car,
I set the alarm.

-[gasps]
-[loud crash]

[car alarm blaring]

If somebody tries to break in,
it calls my cell phone.

[ringing]

Guys.

["Shaft" continues playing]

[car alarm continues blaring]

Oh, man!

[theme music playing]

[indistinct radio chatter]

Massachusetts is in an official
state of emergency.

This is one of
the state's worst
wildfires in several years.

It has burned 14 structures
and closed two highways.

Our early estimates are that
the fire has consumed
over 1,500 acres.

The rugged terrain

is hampering our efforts to
reach the source of the fire.

Fire teams from Vermont,
New Hampshire, and Connecticut

have arrived on scene to help

and we owe them
a huge debt of gratitude.

We stand ready
to return that favor
any time they need us.

I'd like to personally
thank the men and women

of the Massachusetts
Fire Department

for their exemplary work here
in trying to contain this
volatile fire.

-Their professionalism...
-I'm taking an inventory.

We have everything we need
to go retrieve the bodies.

Nobody's died.

Yet.

Let's keep a good thought.

Very thankful for the work
they've done here today.

We should hope to have
this fire contained
within 24 hours.

Thank you very much
for your time...

[phone ringing]

That's kind of judgmental, Dad.

Asking you what goes on
in group sessions
is judgmental?

What goes on is we talk.

But what you asked was,

"Have they put you in with
the hardcore addicts?"

Well, I was just wondering
if they lump you all together.

No, you and Mom
lumped me all together
with these freaks.

Abby, the first step
to recovery is admitting
you have a problem.

[sarcastically] Yeah?

'Cause I don't hear
that every day.

Do you have anything new?

[phone ringing]

Go ahead.

It's your whole life.

Why should today
be any different?

[phone continues ringing]

[indistinct chatter]

[indistinct radio chatter]

[sirens wailing in distance]

[indistinct chatter continues]

[Macy] Jordan.

Captain Innis,
this is Dr. Garret Macy.

[Innis] Doctor.

They never had a chance.

Why were the bodies moved?

Out of respect.

These men are heroes.

Peter Cronin,
head of the state's
emergency response office,

Doctors Macy and Cavanaugh
from the ME's office.

I understand
the impulse, Mr. Cronin,

but you've compromised
the evidence.

We couldn't leave them
where they fell.

They deserved better than that.

[unidentified male] Mr. Cronin!

It's no mystery how they died.

[Jordan]
Just a small point, sir?

The flags shouldn't be
touching the ground.

[rumbling]

[man screaming]

[man] Mayday, mayday!

We've got a flashover.
Mayday, mayday!

Mayday, mayday!

[Jordan] Kind of
a bad staging area, huh?

[Macy] You think?

[Innis] You two okay?

Yeah. Yeah, we're fine.

With this kind of damage,
how hot is a wildfire?

Depends on the conditions.

One like this,
around 2,000 degrees.

-Names, addresses, next of kin.
-Thanks.

[Jordan] Thanks.
Garret, I'm gonna call
these in to Lily.

Get her started on dental
and DNA samples.

[Macy] So, did you know
these guys?

Yeah, one of the best teams
in the country.

Most courageous men
you'll ever find.

Where the hell's Nigel?

Let's suit up, the bodies
will be here any minute.

-Hey, Maggie.
-Jordan.

This is not a good time.

Hey, hey.

Where did you get off
telling Abby
she could leave rehab?

I didn't say she could leave.

-That isn't what she says.
-Well, then, she's lying.

Or else you're just not
being very clear.

I talked her into staying
two extra days.

That's the best I could get.

You and I have to come up
with some kind of plan.

I'll talk to her.

No, this can't be solved
with dictates from Daddy.

Well, do you have
a better suggestion?

Oh, yeah, just leave it
up to me as always, huh?

You know, maybe if you had
just been around...

Wait a second, I was there
when I was allowed
to be there.

-Don't give me that.
-You were there,
hiding in your office.

I think it might be best
for all of us

if we just concentrate on Abby.

Okay?

You know, I just
don't want to get

a phone call
six months from now.

Or next year.

Or next week.

That she's here.

No, don't. Just don't.

He ruined my car.

I am so sorry.

[Nigel] No wallet here.

Nothing here either.
No keys, nothing.

What's that?

Hmm.
Okay, who's gonna say it?

Leapt a tall building
and misjudged the landing?

[groans]

Passed out while flying by?

-Cape malfunction?
-Stop it!

Nigel.

Is there any way
to get you
to follow instructions?

-I've done everything
you asked me to do...
-Let's go.

Sir, yes, sir.

You, too, Lily.

Did you really think
you could fly?

-[typing]
-[beeping]

This bluff is what they were
trying to protect.

-What's there?
-[typing]

[sighs]
Well-connected rich people.

They don't deserve
fire protection?

I'm just answering
your question.

Really?

Really.

So, weather service
predicted strong
northeasterly winds today,

starting at 8:00 a.m.

Okay, that would be
coming off the water
cool and moist.

-Shouldn't that help?
-No.

Because when the wind
hits the fire,

it's like hitting a brick wall.

The wind gets pushed
back and sideways.

Sucks the fire
right along with it.

So, if you're standing
anywhere near it...

You are dead.

Let's hydrate 'em.

Way ahead of you.

Here's your time of death.
8:07.

What?

That doesn't make any sense.

Why not?

Hang on. [typing]

Some of this stuff is
in pretty good shape.

Too bad these guys
weren't as well-protected.

-Dr. Macy?
-Yeah?

The winds kicked up
exactly as predicted.

The time, the intensity,
the direction.

So?

So, the weather service
was feeding

precise data in real time
to the command unit.

Whoever was in charge

knew when and where
the danger was.

These men shouldn't have died.

-[indistinct radio chatter]
-[sirens wailing]

I'm in charge of
the emergency response.

The captain is in charge of
fighting the fire.

Does that answer your question?

No. What were those men
doing in that area?

I sent them in to cut a break.

Remove a swath of brush
so we could stop the fire

before it hit the houses.
No fuel, no fire.

Well, didn't you know
that northeasterly winds
were forecast?

Of course we did.

They were instructed
to get out before 8:00.

So why didn't they?

I don't know.
I was on the line,
not in command.

We were on top of it.

Can you explain that to me?

We tried to get them out.
The radios malfunctioned.

Did you try anything else?

We did everything we could.

My office will conduct
a thorough post-mortem

of our activities,
and that's my job.

If that insurance company
thinks I'm gonna just
accept whatever they tell me,

they've got another
think coming.

Way to stick it
to the man, Bug.

Is that the new XT-4000 webcam?

Top of the line, baby.

I thought Dr. Macy said
we couldn't afford it?

No, it's mine.
Yeah, early birthday gift
to myself.

See, this way all my followers
at nigelblog.com

can get a glimpse
into my daily life.

[snickers]
Now there's a scary thought.

[snickers]

Hello, bloggers.

-Oh!
-Oh, um...

Sorry. I should look
where I'm going.

No, I should've been paying
more attention.

So, did you ID
the man that fell?

Not yet. Poor bastard, huh?

Did you hear about your car?

Yeah. Insurance company
totaled it.

Oh, Bug, I am so sorry.

But they'll pay for it, right?
You can buy another?

Well, according to
my insurance agent...

It all depends.

Did he jump, did he fall,
or was he pushed?

A suicide is considered
an act of God

for which the cheap bastards
pay out nothing.

Nada. Zip.

I mean, the only way
the policy pays off

is if somebody deliberately
tossed the poor bastard
out of the window.

[sighs]
He took a header out
of one of these windows

on the 14th, 15th,
or the 16th floor.

Hello. I'm from
the Planet Zorgon.

Please take me home. Hello.
I'm from the Planet Zorgon.

[robots chattering]

Hey, there, little guys.

Hello there, Mr. Robot. How...

Hello. I'm from
the Planet Zorgon.

What are you doing?

I'm gonna send them down to
the morgue.

Do you really think
that's such a good idea?

You have gotta loosen up, Lu.

Hello. I'm from
the Planet Zorgon.

Hello. I'm from
the Planet Zorgon.

-You gotta take your fun
where you can find it.
-[man] Hey!

What the heck are you doing?
Where did you send them?

-Uh, down to nine.
-[grunts]

Sir, we just need to ask you
a couple of questions.

Hey! Hey! Hey!

Oh.

I'm Arthur Hay.
May I help you?

Uh, yes, sir. We would like
to see the big window

on the west side
of the building, please.

Why is it black?

And why is it nailed shut?

Mr. Gibson lives in
a world of good and evil.

Those robots for sale?

Oh, no.

They're advanced strike force
from the Planet Zorgon.

We're trying to
neutralize them.

If they escape,
the Earth is doomed.

I'm kidding.

Okay.

Um, do you happen to know
anything about the guy

who took the header
a while ago?

What guy?

Who's on the floor
above you guys?

We shred things!

[alarm ringing]

Medical records.
Corporate documents.

You know, whatever people
want destroyed.

What about
the police department?

You guys must generate
a ton of paperwork.

We tend to have to file
all that stuff.

There's the window.

Totally blocked
by the shredder.

This looks more promising.

And quieter.

Hello.

Hello.

If this is it,
it's definitely murder.

The window's closed.

Keith Everett. 34.

Is it him?

Yeah.

-Any keys over there?
-Yeah.

Thank you.

Hey.

Looks financial.
We're gonna need
a forensic account.

Keys, please.

Newspapers.

More. And more.

Wow.

[Simmons] Wow.

Wow.

Either he really hates banks,
or he's laundering
somebody's money.

Nigel, where are
the tox screens
on the firefighters?

They're processing.
You really...

And what are you doing in here?

You should be
monitoring the IVs.

I am, I am. You need to
see this, Dr. Macy.

You know, this whole place
runs like a ship
without a crew.

-It's unbelievable.
-Hey, hey, hey!

I don't know
what your problem is,

but nobody I've seen today
is goofing off.

Now, if you could
just stop crabbing

long enough to listen,
I have something to show you.

Well, let's see it.

[typing]

-[clears throat]
-[beep]

-Peter Cronin.
-Yeah?

He's the director of MERO.
Appointed eight months ago.

Previous emergency
response experience?

Getting stains
out of cocktail dresses.

He owns a statewide chain
of dry cleaners.

Apparently, piles up
money for him,

because he was
a top donor to
his political party last year.

How hard can it be to find
qualified department heads?

[chuckles]
You think you're mad now?

Just hang onto something,
would you?
'Cause there's more.

Stephen Alder.
Backroom power broker.

Likes to be called Godfather.

Cronin owes his appointment
to Don Corleone here.

These mansions on the bluff,
the ones the firefighters
were trying to protect?

That one belongs to Mr. Alder.

Are you saying
that these men died

so that Cronin could save
his friend's summer house?

Calm down, Garret.

You know, it's like
appointing a carpet salesman
Chief Medical Examiner.

[Jordan] It's worse.
Carpet salesman
don't kill people.

I don't believe Cronin
tried to pull these men out.

He left them there,
hoping that they could
dig fast enough

to save the rich folks' houses,

not giving a damn
whether or not
they died trying.

Yeah. There's no way
we're gonna prove that
from these bodies.

Maybe we won't need the bodies.

[keyboard clacking]

Hey, Bug. His name was...

[both] Keith Everett.

-Which floor?
-16.

So where's Woody at?

[groans] He went to
Mr. Everett's home address.

I'm baby-sitting
the forensic accountant.

Can you give me a hand?

No.

Oh...

Afraid you'll break
your scissors?

Just doesn't seem right
to cut it.

-That mean you're
not mad anymore?
-[zipper zipping]

About your car.

It's just a car.

You've known Woody a long time.

Yeah.

You think he's a good guy?

Yeah. But I wouldn't want
that to get back to him.

[sighs] So, why'd you ask?

Is that a rash?

Yeah.

Who knew
superheroes get allergies?

What kind?

I don't know.
I'll run some tests.

There's bruising.

Like somebody grabbed him hard.

Would that leave prints, DNA?

It depends.

What did you find upstairs?

Come see for yourself.

And bring your
crime-buster kit.

And then when I was eight,
I had my first pony ride

at what you people
would call a petting zoo.

I always thought that
sounded faintly naughty.

[man] I can hear you fine.
Can you hear me?

Loud and clear, commandante.

Cronin told me the radios
weren't working.

-They seem to be fine now.
-Doesn't mean he's lying.

The conditions on the fireline
are hardly ideal.

-Yeah, I know that.
-Well, then why
are we doing this?

There's no way for us to
prove negligence.

Okay? Not based on this.

[phone ringing]

Macy.

I'm on my way.

Take over. I'll be back.

What's going on?

-Director's on his way down.
-What happened?

They found a syringe
in her room.

Where did she get a syringe?

[groans] Yeah, that's right.

Just focus on the least
important aspect

of the whole thing.
That's so...

[director] We explained
the rules in the beginning.

You do drugs in this program,
you're out.

-Did you screen her?
-Yes.

The results were negative,
but I thought
we should all talk.

Abby, where'd you
get the needle?

I'll tell you like I told him.

It wasn't mine.

Where was it?

Taped to the bottom
of a drawer.

-Well, I didn't put it there.
-Well, then who did?

You have a private room.

I'm not the first person
to use the damn room.

It's not my fault that
they don't clean up
between guests.

Why should I believe you?

You lied to your mother
this morning.

You and your
junkie boyfriend...

All right, Garret,
that's enough!
Just shut up!

[exhales]

So...

what do we do now?

We find this works best

if we all stay calm
and don't try to assign blame.

If you don't know
where the fault lies,
you can't fix it.

We're sitting in it.

It's one great, big, huge,
stinking pile of fault,

and it's never going away!

Mom, I told you I'd give it
two more days.

After that,
I am so out of here.

[door slams]

I'm sorry to
pull you out, Jordan,

but one of the widows
has a question
that I can't answer.

[baby cooing]

Reggie was a high school
history teacher,

but he didn't think
he was making a difference.

He told me 9/11 showed him
who the real heroes are.

I didn't want him to do it,
and now...

I'm so sorry for your loss,
Mrs. Anthony.

You had a question?

I gave him
a Saint Florian medal.

The patron saint
of firefighters.

Platinum. To protect him.

And he always wore it.

Well, I'm afraid that we
haven't gotten that far yet.

I'll wait.

It may take
some time, Mrs. Anthony.

I'll wait.

[Bug] Looks like he was
hanging on for dear life.

Okay, this is the only file
I can't connect
to the business.

It's a list of names.

But what you've got here
is an incredibly sophisticated
hedge fund.

If this really was a one-man
operation, he was a genius.

See anything shady?

[scoffs] Honey, shady is
kind of the definition
of hedge funds.

[Woody] Okay, thank you.

Keith Everett lived in
a small one-bedroom apartment
in Franklin Square.

All that money, he was a renter
in a downscale neighborhood?

700 bucks a month,
plus utilities.

I spoke to his neighbors.
They said they hardly
ever saw him.

That he was very secretive.

[scoffs] He had plenty
to be secretive about.
He was a thief.

He was skimming
all his accounts, except one.

A Charles Gibson.

Toy designer
on the 14th floor
of this building.

He's dead?

How well did you
know him, Mr. Gibson?

He was my nephew.

Did he have any enemies?

No.

No friends either.

He was kind of a loner.

No social skills.

Just a genius with money.

How could he fall out a window?

He didn't fall.

He was pushed.
Someone killed him.

[exhales]

You know, he wore
a costume under his clothes.

What?

Yeah. Like a superhero thing.

Cape and all.

Really?

The biggest disappointment
of Keith's life

was when he realized
he couldn't grow up
to be a superhero.

He was eight.

I never saw a kid so depressed.

Mr. Gibson,
we're finding evidence

that Keith was stealing
from his clients.

No. You're wrong.

Keith would never steal.

[Nigel] Dr. Macy okay?

He seems particularly
crabby today.

Oh, well, I think maybe
he's just worrying about Abby.

Oh, good. I was afraid
it was personal.

Oh, this must be
Reggie Anthony.

Hey, Nige, take a look at this.

His wife says it's platinum.

So?

Isn't its melting point
above 2,000 degrees?

Yeah, quite a bit.
Around 3,500.

So why did this melt?

Come on, guys.
You haven't even
gotten them undressed yet.

Hey, Garret, uh...

I came to see
how we're getting on.

These men deserve
the best from all of us.

That would've meant more
to them when they were alive.

What's the supposed to mean?

You were in charge.
You had the information.

Why were these men
in the path of the fire?

-It's being investigated.
-By whom?

I've done some checking.

You've got a history
of bad judgment.

Somebody screwed up out there.
You're the best bet for that.

All medical personnel
who are state employees,

my office has the authority
to suspend their licenses.

Now, you can
appeal my decision,

but it's a long road back.

The sooner you release
these bodies,

the better it will be
for everyone.

That son of a bitch.

What were you gonna show me?

Platinum. The fire wasn't
hot enough to melt it,
and yet as you can see...

-You sure it's platinum?
-It is.

-The chain, too?
-Yep.

Then what would account
for the melting?

Well, normally wild fires burn
between 2,000
and 2,500 degrees.

But that can shoot up
if the fuel is really dry.

Was it?

Not according to
the information I've seen.

Well, if the goal was
to protect the homes,

and time was running out...

And if cutting the brush
by hand was too slow...

There is another alternative.

If you're right...

Come on, Nigel.

[groans] Good. You found it.

Is she still here?

She feels like
it's all she's got left.

Look, I'm sorry.
I just can't give it to you
right now.

And it's mine.
I want it back.

And you'll get it back.
Only, right now
it's part of the evidence,

-so we need to hang onto it.
-Evidence?

You make it sound like...

like a criminal case
or something.

We have to follow
certain procedures.

My baby will never know
her father.

You're talking to me
about procedures?

Dianne, the medal
is very important.

It might help us figure out
what went wrong out there.

"Went wrong?"

What does that mean?

Okay, there are a lot of pieces
to this investigation.

You can't leave me in here
not knowing.

Okay, it's possible...

Possible that there was
a miscommunication
that lead to their deaths.

The radios failed and they
walked into a backdraft.

Who is responsible?

As soon as I know,
I'll let you know.
I promise you that.

Benzene.

The captain said
he sent them out here

to cut a fire break
to protect the houses.

-You don't need
benzene for that.
-No.

[Macy] We're gotta figure out
what happened on the fireline.

Why these men died.

[man grunting]

The captain said
the men were out here

cutting a brush
trying to hold the line.

Then someone gave
another order.

No. No way.
Too dangerous. No.

Maybe the captain lied to you.

I don't think so.

Cronin knew
time was running out.

He ordered them
to set a backfire.

Okay, we'll do it.

All right, guys, light it up.

The brush was dry.
It caught instantly.

He deliberately put them
in harm's way.

You don't know it was him.

It could still have been
Captain Innis.

[man] Mayday, mayday!

[Macy] No, he was
at the command post.

He knew the winds
were shifting.

[man] Get out!

-He left them here to die.
-May day, may day!

It was Cronin.

-[elevator dings]
-The uncle's wrong.

According to the accountant,
Keith Everett's been skimming

several millions of dollars
over the past few years.

There's $800
in his checking account

and a money market
worth about $4,000.

It doesn't make sense.
If I had millions of dollars--

Millions of stolen dollars.

He doesn't want to throw up
red flags to the IRS.

Well, I'm not saying that
I'd go out and buy a yacht,

but I'd at least
spring for a schooner.

Or a dingy.

This guy doesn't even have
a car, for God's sake.

So, where did the money go?

Lots of ways for
a financial genius
to hide money.

Hey, Bug, what have we got?

I found leather fibers
on his neck.

Whoever did it wore gloves.

Paraffin oil.
He was allergic to wax.

So, whoever grabbed his neck
got it on him.

Right.

So, what paraffin oil
used for?

It's an industrial lubricant.

Wax lasts longer
than regular oil.

You use it in machinery
that has lots of moving parts
and runs all the time.

Like, maybe a big shredder?
Thank you, Bug.

The obvious motive is
that Mr. Shredder
doesn't just shred.

Yeah, he looks at
the client's documents first...

When he finds hanky panky...

Tries to cut himself in
on the action.

Keith Everett
would not go for it.

We're finishing each
other's sentences.

Does that mean anything?

You're the shrink.
You tell me.

You know,
it's still bothering me

what Everett was doing
with all the money.

Let's catch the killer first.

Yeah. We'll ferret out
the shredder's client list

and then do some
old-fashioned leg work.

-I love leg work.
-I figured.

A back fire?

-Are you kidding me?
-No.

You can't do a back fire
under those conditions.

You're caught between
the fire and the ridge.
It's suicide.

It's murder.

Cronin knows nothing
about fire fighting.

I'm not sure it'll stick,
but I'd say
it's negligent homicide.

Call it what you want,
he killed them.

He killed them
to protect his rich friends.

He'll deny he gave the order.

It'll be my word against his.

Somebody must know
he gave the order.

Blame rolls downhill.

There. That's better.

[paper shredder operator] Hey!

Hey, what do you think
you're doing?
I've got contracts.

We know. We got
a list of them right here.

The checkmarks show which ones
you were blackmailing.

We found your
offshore account, Mr. Sullivan.

We tracked the electronic
deposits to you
from all these companies.

You figured out Keith Everett
was skimming his accounts
and you went after him, too.

But he wouldn't play along.

He said he'd had enough
and was going to the police.

So you killed him.

Who are you guys?
Crockett and Tubbs?

You are under arrest for
the murder of Keith Everett.

Oh, and we need these.

You got lubricant
and fibers on his neck,
where you grabbed him.

One last thing.
You left too soon.

There was something
like $850,000
in his file cabinets, cash.

Get him out of here.

Damn him.

You think that's a confession?

Sounded like
a confession to me.

[knocking] Bug, we need you
in the lab.
What are you doing?

I don't like loose ends.

You're tracking what he did
with the money, aren't you?

[Woody] You figure it out yet?

I have.

Pick a paper, any paper.

All right. Post-it says 11-2.

At first I thought,
it was a date,

but it is page
and column numbers.

Page 11, column two.

"Sole Survivor of family
infirm and destitute."

Yeah. Vonetta Tilson. 83.

Her two sons get her
to the roof of her house

in the lower Ninth Ward
in New Orleans,
then swim for help.

They both drown.

Now, this is the list of names
that the accountant found.

The one that had nothing to do
with Everett's businesses.

Vonetta Tilson.

He was playing Robin Hood.

Yeah. I checked Ms. Tilson out.

And she's at a really good
nursing home in Houston.

All expenses paid,
courtesy of
an anonymous benefactor.

All these people.

Yeah, all except the last one.

William T. Jones, injured
by a hit and run driver.

Single dad. Four kids.
Can't work. No insurance.

I guess William T. Jones
is out of luck.

Yeah.

All these names are people
who fell on hard times.

People who were
left destitute
by earthquakes, hurricanes,

devastating illnesses.

What are you telling me?

Your nephew gave them
a fresh start.

Thank you for letting me know.

Oh, and we thought
you might want this.

[Simmons] Keith couldn't
save people from
burning buildings

or runaway trains,
but he did what he could.

[Cronin] "Homicide?"

You brought me here for this?

Autopsy reports
are public records.

Within a few hours,
these'll be on the news,

and everybody'll know
you ordered

a dangerous back fire
that killed six men.

I've already
explained it to you.

No, you haven't.

You release these reports,
you're finished.

That's right.
You've got friends
in high places.

You know how fast
they'll drop you
once the media gets on this?

Thanks for your concern.
I'll be fine.

Maybe you should think
about protecting yourself.

You're a dry cleaner, Cronin,
with no qualifications
and no experience,

and not much sense.
You're done.

-Hey.
-Hey!

Hey! What the hell
do you think you're doing?

Explain it to them.

[clears throat]

[woman sobbing]

-[door opens]
-[footsteps approaching]

-Hey, Bug.
-Yeah?

Did you ever get
the insurance money
for your car?

Yeah.

How much?

Thirty-two grand. Why?

'Cause I got a piece of
your mail this morning.

Um, a letter from
a William T. Jones,

thanking you for
sending him $32,000

to help cover his expenses.

He is "overwhelmed
by your generosity."

You didn't notice
it wasn't addressed to you?

Who is William T. Jones?

Somebody who needed help.

I thought you were
getting another car.

[snickers]

Ah, I decided
I wasn't that guy.

[chuckles]

[indistinct murmuring]

[exhales]

Hey!

You know, I never apologized
for kissing you
last week and, um...

I don't think
that needs an apology.

Well, I was upset.

I'm not upset now.

So, you, uh...
You still want to talk?

Talk?

Yeah. About the weather.

The Red Sox.

That severed head in the alley
behind Mickey's Steakhouse.

-Not my case.
-Not my case either.

[chuckles]
It's just an example.

Great. Well, let's talk.

Talk.

These are ready
for your signature.

Just leave 'em on the desk.

-Expecting a call?
-No.

Thinking about making one?

I can't sign the reports
until you put them down.

Abby or Maggie?

Who are you thinking
about calling?

I'm not exactly on
their good sides right now.

-Why do you think that is?
-Because I can't fix it.

-Did they ask you to?
-They expect me to.

They do or you do?

[sighs] Nobody can
fix it, Garret.
It's not a broken toy.

Look, it's a process.
It's not easy,
but you can't just give up.

I'm not.

You're afraid
to make a phone call.

I'm trying to think of
what to say.

Well, you gotta have
the conversation with them.
You can't have it in your head.

I'm out of words, Jordan.
I've been talking till
I'm blue in the face.

Maybe just listen.

Thanks for meeting me.

So, what are we gonna do?

I don't know.

I can't eat. I can't sleep.
I can't think.

About blaming someone...

[stutters]

You know, sometimes
things happen that
somebody has to pay for.

This isn't one of them.

Thank you.

What changed your mind?

You know, stuff.

She's 21. We can't
force her to stay there.

We can present a united front.

Supportive, non-judgmental.

What good'll that do?

I don't know.
We've never tried it.

We're the ones
who broke the family.

This may be our last chance.

[somber song playing]

How you guys doing?

[song continues playing]

It's okay.

[indistinct]

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