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[Lily] You've got to listen to this message from Jeffrey.

Okay. Okay, here it is.

[Jeffrey on voicemail] But I had a goat cheese salad for dinner last night,

which is crazy 'cause, you know, I'm allergic to soft cheeses.

But I know that you love it, so I ate it.

Anyway, I never go anywhere without a good antihistamine.

So the hives are almost gone.

Oh, listen, I have to break our lunch date.

I gotta go down to Fitchburg, take a deposition.

-Fitchburg. -But, I'll be back mid-afternoonon.

I'll call you tonight.

Okay, how adorable is he?

He's smart. He's funny.

I mean, he's just perfect, you know?

Yeah, I'd be careful with that.

I mean, perfect's kind of hard to live up to.

I mean, perfect for me.

-[cellphone ringing] -Oh, sorry.

Cavanaugh.

Lily, I'll catch you later.

Hey, guys.

Campers needed stones to ring their fire.

Pulled some off of this pile

and stopped when they found her.

[camera shutter clicks]

Lividity's set.

No decomp, so sometime between ten and two.

All right, guys. Let's get these rocks off of her.

Be careful. It's all evidence.

Peterson, get a shot of this.

Oh, my God.

What, do you know her?

Yeah. Isabel Haley.

Wait a minute.

What?

This call came into the desk

yesterday at around 7:00 p.m.

Hey, this is Hoyt.

What's the name of the woman who wanted to report a murder?

[man] Uh, just a second, Hoyt.

Her name is, uh,

Isabel Haley.

[Woody] Okay. Thank you.

-She didn't say anything else? -I just checked.

Maybe she got cold feet. Anyway, she hung up.

How did you know her?

Same church.

Saint Mary's.

Were you guys close?

Nobody's close to her.

She's, uh...

She's not like us.

She have enemies?

No.

She was touched by God.

She was a living saint.

Who could do this to her?

-Jordan... -Yeah, I noticed that.

That meant she would have bled profusely.

She wasn't killed here.

She had at least one enemy.

No, you don't understand. She was...

She could perform miracles.

She could raise the dead.

[theme music playing]

You know, I'd buy healing the sick.

Raising the dead, I'm a little dubious about.

According to the story,

about six months ago, a teenage boy was hit by a car.

Isabel Haley was nearby.

She cradled the kid until the EMT showed up and pronounced him dead.

Said prayers over him.

Made the sign of the cross on his forehead.

And his eyes popped open, and he rose and walked?

Yeah. At least, after a couple weeks in the hospital.

I can't find an address for this woman.

No driver's license. No utilities in her name.

No voter registration. Her priest doesn't know.

-Did you find out where she was killed? -No.

Why she wanted to talk to a detective?

No.

Hey. You know this boy who rose from the dead?

-He's here. -Why?

Says he can't believe she's gone.

I was almost to the white light.

I saw a hand in front of me.

And a voice said...

"It's not your time."

And the light disappeared and I opened my eyes and...

There was Isabel.

Do you know how she brought you back to life?

Just had the gift.

Did she know where it came from?

She... She never really talked about it.

You'll find whoever killed her, right?

Is there anything you know that might help us do that?

No, not that I can think of.

You know where she lived?

Yeah, in an apartment near the church.

I can give you the address.

Isabel had so much more good to do.

I cannot believe God took her away.

Oh, hey, Bug.

So where's the body?

Outside.

There are no balconies on this building.

[camera shutter clicks]

Luckily, he was wearing a safety harness.

How is that lucky? He's still dead.

I meant for us.

We don't have to scrape him off the pavement.

Must have slipped and banged his head against the window.

Sheldon Fuller.

"As needed for symptoms of vertigo"?

Wow. That's a bad career choice.

Sheldon Fuller. That's his driver's license, a MasterCard,

a ten and four ones, a grocery list.

You okay?

Yeah.

Okay, Sheldon Fuller.

Looks like he had a daughter.

Why would a guy with vertigo

take a job as a high-rise window washer?

Sheldon Fuller's been a cat burglar for 25 years.

But we were never able to convict him.

Hi.

-Well, he died with his boots on. -What?

He was breaking into a penthouse apartment when he kicked.

No, impossible. He promised me he was going straight.

-Looks like he lied. -No...

He didn't. He was giving it up for his daughter.

For love.

Love. Wow, I guess that makes all the difference, doesn't it?

What was that about?

Don't know. But if I were you, I'd go find out.

Lily...

Am I missing something?

How was Fitchburg?

Well, I wouldn't want to live there, but it was...

You got your deposition okay?

Yes. Yes, I did.

So you weren't in Boston at lunchtime, hmm?

You weren't with some slinky brunette

who couldn't keep her hands off of you?

No. No, it's not some slinky brunette. It was my mother.

But, uh...

I'll tell her that you called her that. It'll make her day.

Why wouldn't you just tell me that she was in town? Why would you lie?

Because then you'd want to meet her.

-And that would be bad because... -Because...

Because you're not Jewish.

-You're kidding. -No. Why?

Are you Jewish, 'cause you put mayonnaise on...

You're not allowed to date outside your faith?

What my mother doesn't know can't hurt me.

Oh, my God.

I am dating a 32-year-old momma's boy.

No, wait. Wait.

Wait, look... You do not know this woman.

I mean, 10 seconds with her can make you just sweat guilt.

Maybe I should change my last name to Goldberg.

Would you?

No.

I was kidding.

Why did Isabel Haley call the police?

What murder did she want to talk about?

The answer has to lie there.

Probably.

Here is the easiest route to Isabel's place.

Ah, thanks. I'll meet you there.

Uh, Jordan...

I'm sorry, Nigel. Could you just give us a second?

Oh, yeah. Okay.

I'll bring the Jeep around back.

So what is it?

-Why are you being this way? -What way?

I don't know. All professional.

Like this is the first time that we're working together.

What are you looking for, jokes?

Okay, this guy comes home and he's got this chicken under his arm.

Sees his wife and she says...

I just want things to be the way they were.

The way they were when?

I mean, what point in our dysfunctional relationship

would you like to revisit?

I'm sorry. Okay?

An apology usually works best

when the other person has some clue what you're sorry about.

Me and Lu. I'm sorry that you're not all right with it.

I'm fine.

It's confusing.

Lu says that anyone would have issues with it.

Lu's wrong.

I'll tell you the rest of the joke at the house.

Doctor Bowen?

Doctor Amy Bowen?

Yes.

I... I'm Dr. Vijay.

I just read the article in Newsweek

about your work in Doctors Without Borders.

It was... It was inspiring.

Thank you.

Could you tell me what the procedure is here?

I just got a call that my father was brought in.

Oh, yeah. So sorry.

What was your father's name?

Sheldon Fuller.

I haven't talked to him in eight years.

When you're all over the globe all the time...

I cut him out of my life. Couldn't take it anymore.

Most charming man that ever lived.

Every word out of his mouth was a lie.

I found this in his wallet.

Caught that ball at Fenway.

Got the Sox into the playoffs.

Homer into left by Eddie Cannero.

Who?

Exactly.

He was gonna be the next Yastrzemski, but he blew out his knee.

Kept the ball in my dresser with Malibu Barbie.

Till Dad pawned it.

I cried for a week.

When the breadwinner is a thief,

there are some financial ups and downs.

You know, according the D.A.'s office,

your father's been on a straight and narrow

for the past couple of years.

Grab his glasses.

Scratch the lens.

Filter.

It's for seeing laser trip alarms.

It's really sweet of you to think the best of him,

but some people don't change.

I'll have the funeral home get in contact with you.

[Nigel] Mumbo jumbo.

I believe X. You believe Y.

Neither one of us has a shred of evidence to back it up.

But we're willing to kill each other over it.

What is he yammering on about now?

Science versus mystery [mockingly] and mumbo jumbo.

Maybe we'll get lucky and this will be the crime scene.

Hands up.

Boston P.D.

Hands up! Turn around.

Slowly.

Hands where I can see them, Father.

Move toward me.

Slowly. Slowly.

Stop.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Please! Please!

Please don't make me shoot a priest.

-My identification. -I'll get it.

[Jordan] Woody...

This passport... He's from the Vatican.

My name, as you see, is Father Edward Klausner.

I'm a postulator.

I'm sorry. I'm Catholic. I have no idea what you're talking about.

A postulator investigates miracles in science.

So you're here to investigate Isabel Haley's supposed miracles?

-Yes. -When was the last time you saw her?

Last night. We had a long conversation at the church. Then I left.

She stayed behind to pray.

-Time? -10:15, 10:30.

-Anybody there but you two? -No.

I didn't kill her.

Just curious. Do you really believe that she performed these miracles?

Isabel herself didn't believe she had the gift.

She was upset about the attention.

She wanted me to prove she was just an ordinary woman.

I don't think the proof's in her underwear drawer.

If you'll excuse me.

So what now?

[church bell tolling]

[Jordan] Blood.

A lot of it.

So the question becomes did Klausner really leave when he said he did?

Yes.

Don't waste your time suspecting me.

You said there was no one else here when you left Isabel.

That's right.

And no one else could get in.

So as far as we know, uh, you were the last person to see her alive.

I'll leave you to your suspicions.

It's all coming together quite nicely now, isn't it?

-What? -What?

What are the chances that Isabel Haley actually performed miracles?

Less than zero?

So alive, she's a problem.

But dead, and martyred to boot? Then she becomes an asset.

Subsumed into the mythology of sainthood,

-she becomes... -Do you ever listen to yourself?

The caretaker said he always locks the doors at 10:00 P.M.

That means you can get out, but you can't get back in.

And Klausner and Isabel were the only people here.

Stop, okay? 'Cause the Padre's got diplomatic immunity.

So let's just say somebody killed her.

So somebody slammed her head against this pew?

-Find out if Klausner had access to a car. -Mmm-hmm. And then...

Somebody had to be able to get back in to clean up.

Father Klausner would certainly qualify.

If you want to get a body out of here,

which door would you choose?

My guess would be the one to the parking lot.

Okay, Nigel, you start here. I'll start there.

We'll work towards each other.

Every hair, fiber, speck of dust.

You got it.

Hey, you find cause of death?

Heart attack.

Okay.

Well, file closed.

I guess.

What?

I wanted it to turn out differently.

Like he really did go straight.

I think it would have meant a lot to his daughter.

The owner of the apartment had some pretty nice stuff.

Wow. Is that a real Schnell?

Apparently so.

So, this daughter,

-I guess she'd be about 30? -Mmm-hmm.

How good-looking is she?

-That good-looking. Interesting. -[sighs]

What exactly are you looking for?

There it is.

A baseball?

Not just any baseball.

That's what he was looking for?

He was trying to get it back for his daughter.

The prime suspect is a Vatican priest with diplomatic immunity?

Poor Woody.

Hemorrhaging and white cells in the head wound.

Injury occurred several hours before she died.

Here's dirt in the bronchus leading into the lungs.

So she was still alive when she was buried under the stones.

Suffocated.

Hey, run all that trace we got from the church?

Yeah. Nothing that helps us.

However, and you might find this interesting,

Isabel Haley

never existed.

God sucks.

I... I know that it feels that way...

Don't, don't. Don't talk to me like that.

[choking up] She was in such pain.

[crying]

Mr. O'Reilly...

We could go and talk in my office.

Yeah, and what good is that going to do?

It's all over now.

Nobody would help her.

I'm thinking of you.

Her mother died when she was two.

And I was all she had and I failed her.

I don't think that you failed her, Mr. O'Reilly.

You did everything that you could.

She suffered and she died. What exact...

[sniffles] What exactly would you call that?

It's not your failure.

Oh, God. You know, I've been here 20 minutes. You're not helping.

I can't take the pain away, but I can listen.

And what exactly would you like me to say, hmm?

What am I supposed to say?

For you to listen to?

Have you lost a child?

Do you know how that feels?

No, but there are people that do.

There are... Are support groups for people in your situation that can...

[laughs] Oh!

This... This is what you've got?

I lost my daughter.

And you want to give me brochures.

Mr...

I...

Is there a problem?

I say the same old things to people. It doesn't help.

It doesn't make them feel better. It doesn't...

Ease their pain. [chuckles softly]

You should take a few days off.

Ooh! I'm...

Am I invisible?

[Jeffrey] Sorry.

Hi.

Lily Lebowski, would you do me the honor

of having lunch with my mother and me tomorrow?

Okay.

I wanted to get my baseball signed.

Cannero was the new "it" kid.

You couldn't get close to him.

So how did you get the signature?

Dad wrote letters.

Stood outside the stadium in the rain.

Tried to talk his way into the locker room.

[laughs] And then finally,

he posed as Cannero's driver.

And he wouldn't let him out of the car until he signed it. [chuckles]

I cut him out of my life for 10 years

and he died trying to get this back for me.

Maybe the guy who owns it now will sell it back to you.

You work for Doctors Without Borders,

you don't have a lot of disposable income.

We could ask.

We?

Well, if he won't sell, I can hold him down while you steal the ball.

[giggles]

[Nigel] I couldn't find her fingerprints in any database anywhere.

[Jordan] It doesn't mean she never existed.

No birth certificate. No school records.

No motor vehicle records in any state whatsoever.

Okay, did you run a web search?

Yeah.

This is everything on Isabel Haley.

What's this?

It's processing women who disappeared

before she showed up in Boston.

I fed in Isabel's age,

height, weight, hair and eye color.

Hang on.

-Can't be any of the mug shots. -[typing]

'Cause the prints would be on file.

Wait. Isn't this her?

Teresa Donovan. Seattle, Washington.

Wanted for murder.

Here it is.

The ball you caught

Put the Red Sox in the playoffs that year.

Yes.

How old were you?

Ten.

Ah! That must have been something.

You willing to part with it?

I would love to put this ball back in the hands

of the kid who caught it.

For $5,000.

What?

You mind telling us what you paid for it?

One hundred and fifty bucks.

That's quite a profit margin.

Well, I am a greedy son of a bitch.

This ball

is one of her last connections to her childhood.

Her father who died recently... I mean,

he moved heaven and earth to get Eddie Cannero to sign this for her.

Do you know what that meant to a little girl

who loved baseball?

Wow. Didn't think of that.

Ten grand.

Thank you for your time, Mr. Sorenson.

This isn't over.

[woman] So, tell me about yourself.

-Where are you from? -Mom, I told you.

She's from Pennsylvania.

Philadelphia?

-Uh, Punxsutawney. -Sorry?

Punxsutawney.

-Ah. Your family's still there? -Mom...

[chuckles] Stop grilling her.

Darling, if you're interested in her, then so am I.

Not yet.

Am I making you uncomfortable?

-Not at all. -Good. Good.

Jeffrey needs someone who's calm.

Someone who doesn't mind his odd, little quirks and twitches.

You know,

like when he goes to bed, his slippers have to be lined up

exactly even with the leg of the nightstand.

[laughing]

-His father thinks he's gay. -[coughs]

Uh, Elaine?

Yes.

If you object to my dating Jeffrey...

No. Not at all.

I just wouldn't want it to get serious.

Because you're all wrong for him.

Forgive me,

but I think that's Jeffrey's decision, not yours.

If he really cared about you, dear,

he'd have said that instead of

leaving you twisting in the wind all by yourself.

Cheers.

I don't care if it was a miracle or not.

But I found a scientific explanation

why Josh Winter died and then lived.

On morgue time?

I get breaks.

Josh was hit by that van. Tossed him around 20 feet

and then the van sped off.

How fast on impact?

Oh, around 40.

Then he's lucky he wasn't killed.

Yes, my point exactly. He wasn't killed.

"How is that possible, Nigel?" I'll tell you, Dr. Macy.

Front of the van was flat,

so the impact was dispersed evenly.

And it was last February 3rd.

Winter was minus 20.

-Hypothermic metabolic suppression. -Yeah.

Josh's metabolism slowed to nominal levels.

He appeared dead, but he wasn't.

There was no miracle.

Isabel Haley was an ordinary woman.

Case closed.

Isabel gave me this.

I want it to be buried with her.

Josh...

Hey, Lu...

Hey.

Woody tells me that you think

I'm supposed to have some kind of a problem with you and him.

I want you to know I don't.

Everything's fine.

It's not healthy to avoid how you feel about things.

It's hard to get past issues unless you face up to them.

No problems. No issues.

All friends.

I'll see you tonight.

I didn't know Josh was behind me. I mean, I feel terrible.

For what, destroying his entire belief system?

-Yeah. Makes me seem so... -Presumptuous.

Officious. Cruel.

-Don't hold back. -[Woody] Hey.

I know you love Father Klausner as a suspect 'cause of your crazy theories,

but I got an alternative.

Less windup, more pitch.

I spoke to Seattle P.D.

Teresa Donovan, aka Isabel Haley...

The couple she killed had a son.

Steven Reynolds.

He's 20 years old now, and guess where he is.

I'm gonna say Boston?

Point, Cavanaugh.

I didn't kill her.

Convince me.

What were you doing in Boston?

Couple weeks ago, I saw this article about miracles.

There was a picture of a woman at an accident scene.

It looked like Teresa Donovan.

So you came here to...

See whether or not it was really her.

You find her?

At the church.

She was arranging altar flowers.

And then?

I told her I knew who she was.

I knew she'd killed my parents.

What did she do?

She told me how sorry she was.

What her side of the story was.

What was that?

She and my father were involved.

He broke it off. She snapped.

I thought she would deny she was Teresa Donovan, but she didn't.

How did you leave it with her?

She told me she would turn herself in.

And you believed her?

There was something about her. She was so calm and...

And she made you feel...

I don't know. I can't explain it. Yes, I believed her.

So she kills your parents, you track her down,

she's calm, you let it go?

Would you mind giving us a DNA sample?

If you didn't kill her, it's not going to hurt you.

Steven Reynolds had means, motive, opportunity.

[Jordan] I know you don't want to hear it,

but Klausner's a suspect, too.

But he didn't have any motive.

Unless you agree with Nigel's crackpot riff on the Vatican.

Well, let's see. Father Klausner finished speaking with Isabel Haley...

But what if Nigel's right? Klausner didn't leave. Instead, he attacked her.

If he killed her, then they had to be here.

They had an argument and he smashed her head against the pew.

[screams]

I don't buy it. There's just no reason.

Okay, but if somebody else had been here, Klausner would have said so.

And the only place you can't be seen is inside the confessional.

So Steven Reynolds was hiding in there?

[screaming]

But lying in wait?

For what? How did he know Isabel would be here?

Maybe he didn't.

Maybe he just came to light a candle for his parents.

Got a flashlight?

Anybody could have left that there.

No argument here.

Carbon?

Let's just hope we get lucky with DNA.

[typing]

-[typing] -[computer beeping]

[typing]

[computer beeping]

Unless you got $10,000 for me, you're really wasting my time.

You do a lot of selling online.

You've racked up 723 customer complaints.

So?

So I tracked down some of those people.

You soaked one guy $18,000 for this.

It's a Piguet, circa 1800.

You knew anything about watches, you'd know it's worth that much.

Sure.

But it was stolen last year from a jewelry store display.

Well, I get all my stuff from a dealer.

[chuckles] Maybe.

And what about this Louisville Slugger,

signed by Mickey Mantle in 1997?

You sold it to a kid in Minnesota for $700.

Yeah, it's a collector's item.

Mickey Mantle died in 1995.

You ever been caught up in a full-scale criminal investigation?

Cops poking around in every nook and cranny.

Turning your life upside down.

You son of a bitch.

But not a greedy one.

All I want,

is that baseball.

[Woody] How did you know it was tears in that Kleenex?

Sodium content.

Guess a watched pot never boils.

Sometimes it does.

Okay, the DNA sample is...

Female.

Guess you're right. This has nothing to do with the case.

This sample is a match for someone here at the morgue.

What, like an employee?

No. A body.

Meredith O'Reilly.

Could she have some connection with Isabel Haley?

I have no idea.

Her family belong to a church?

It was just her father and I don't know about his church.

But the funeral home told me they'd be holding the service at Saint Mary's.

Isabel Haley's church.

Isabel could have saved my little girl.

She wouldn't.

I'm very sorry about your daughter, Mr. O'Reilly.

But there's no way Isabel Haley

-could have helped her. -No. No, no.

She raised that teenager from the dead.

She didn't think so.

That's what she said? That it wasn't her?

But it was.

It was.

And then she said that she'd

pray for Meredith.

But my little girl needed so much more.

[Woody] When your daughter died, Isabel Haley had to pay.

You went to the church looking for her.

No. No, no.

No, I... I went to the church to pray. To light a candle.

For Meredith.

I heard somebody coming.

I... I didn't want to see anybody just then.

So I closed myself off in a confessional.

It was Isabel. With...

Some priest.

Then he left.

I waited until she was alone,

and then I confronted her.

I told her that Meredith died. That it was her fault.

Meredith died today.

-Jack. I'm so sorry. -Isabel tried to console me.

-Said she was sorry. -I was praying so hard for her.

-That Meredith was in a better place now. -You know,

we don't understand why God allows terrible things to happen.

-And I... I... -But we have to have faith.

Faith! Faith!

[Isabel screaming]

Oh, God.

I didn't mean to kill her.

-[Mr. O'Reilly grunts] -[Isabel screams]

You didn't.

What... What?

It wasn't the blow that killed her.

You buried her alive.

Dear...

Garret, you got a minute?

Yeah, what's on your mind?

I don't think it's a...

A touch of burn out.

I don't like my job anymore.

Are we talking vacation? Leave of absence? What?

I'm giving you my notice.

How much time off do you need?

I'm sorry.

I'm quitting.

I can't do this anymore.

I'll give you time to find a replacement.

What are your plans?

I don't know.

It's... It's not just the job.

I love everybody here. I just...

It's not enough.

Is this, um...

Is this about that A.D.A.?

I don't know. Maybe.

You guys getting serious?

Uh, it's complicated.

Do you think he's the one?

How do you know?

You don't.

It's too big a question. There are too many variables.

Sometimes you miss the boat entirely. You know what I mean?

How do you feel when you're with him?

Great.

[sniffles]

I mean, not lately.

Most of the time.

How do you feel when you're not with him?

[sighs]

Do you love this guy?

How'd you get it back?

He turned out to be a reasonable guy after all.

So does the M.E.'s office always go the extra mile like this?

No.

I leave for the Sudan in three weeks.

So, I was thinking...

Yeah, sounds good.

You didn't let me finish.

I filled in the blank with what I wanted to hear.

-Oh! -Whoa!

Oh, hey, Bug.

Hey, man, how badly did you screw up?

Oh, you have no idea.

I know what you're thinking. It's too much.

And I don't disagree. But before you say anything,

I had it out with my mother.

I was oozing fear the whole time, but I... I did it.

I told her it was my life. And her told her

I told her I love you.

And if she had a problem with that,

well, it's too damn bad.

How did she take it?

We don't care.

You're the most amazing woman I've ever met.

And I want to spend the rest of my life with you.

Will you marry me?

Is it my turn to twist in the wind?

[Lily] Yes.

What?

Yes.

Real... Really?

Seems like the flowers worked.

Yeah.

-Come on. I'll walk you out. -Okay.

I feel bad for him.

Yeah. Looks like Nigel was right.

Blind faith... Not so good.

Nigel's always right. Just ask him.

See ya. Long day.

Jordan...

I'm glad that you're okay about...

-You know? -Yeah.

I just wish that you and I, uh...

I feel like lately we've grown apart. And I don't like it.

I don't think it's so much that we've grown apart.

Well, I don't know how to say this. Uh...

One word at a time.

I just think we're just a little out of sync right now.

And over the last year, I've grown up a lot.

I haven't?

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