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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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