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Hey, Bug.

Where's Jordan?

Oh, she's representing our office at the annual

American Forensic Medicine and Pathology convention in Denver.

Bet those guys know how to party.

Oh, that's a bet you would lose.

It was a joke, Bug.

Oh. Ha ha.

Sanitation worker found him.

Lividity's not fixed.

I'd put TOD at two to four hours ago.

Two gunshot wounds to the chest.

He bled out here, so this is your scene.

My guess is your shooter's not a pro.

Looks like he left in a hurry too.

He took a significant beating.

Bruising around the eyes indicates a broken nose.

And he's a reporter.

How can you tell?

Calloused fingertips...

indicative of a regular typist.

Mysteriously empty tape recorder.

Oh, and of course...

his Press Pass says so.

[dramatic rock music]

[thunderclap]

Peter, I need you to ride shotgun with me on a pickup.

Now?

It's pouring rain outside.

We're like the post office-- "Neither sleet nor rain".

Get your coat.

Thirteen days.

Dr. Maguire.

312 hours.

18,720 minutes.

1,123,200 seconds.

But who's counting?

That's some impressive calculating.

What's your point?

It's how long I've been working here.

Funny, seems longer.

The point is, I have yet to be given my first case.

The rest of my time has been spent

doing the crossword puzzle.

So unless you hired me because I happen to know that Pyengana

is a town in Tasmania, I want my own case!

Are you done?

Yes.

Good, because first of all, you have not been hired here.

You're doing a two month residency rotation.

Secondly, while I appreciate the gung ho attitude,

you'll be assigned an autopsy when and if

I feel you're ready.

Is that clear?

I didn't spend six years in post-graduate studies

to sit around on my shapely ass.

Suddenly feeling very uncomfortable

with this conversation.

Me too.

You don't like me much, do you, Dr. Macy?

To be honest, I haven't formed an opinion one way or another.

I'm a strong, attractive woman.

That makes you uncomfortable.

Don't open that door-- Trust me.

I nearly took a bullet for you on my first day here.

Doesn't that mean anything?

I just want my own assignment.

Fine.

If only to end this conversation,

consider your name moved to the top of the list.

Thanks.

You won't be sorry.

Don't!

[thunderclap]

[Macy] "I'm a strong, attractive woman."

Can you believe that crap?

It's kinda true though, right?

She is hot.

I'm not afraid to admit, I'm a little intimidated by her.

What are you talking about?

She's a kid with a type "A" personality.

Just what we need, another Jordan.

Stop!

[brakes screeching]

He's alive!

Help me out here, Peter.

Uh...maybe we should call it in.

Are you gonna help me or not?

If you're gonna just stand there, at least call 9-1-1.

C'mon, buddy, gimme something to work with here.

[dialing phone]

[CPR counting]

Hello, 9-1-1.

[thunderclap]

[suspenseful rock music]

♪

♪

What've you got?

Looks like a hit and run.

I got a pulse at the end of my third cycle,

but he came to first rep of my fourth.

Let's get a line in him.

He's lucky you two came along.

Doctors usually steer clear of this neighborhood.

Actually, we're M.E.'s.

Still doctors.

Purse doesn't work with the shell-top kicks.

It was lying next to him when I got here.

You okay, man?

Yeah.

I'm just not used to working on bodies that still bleed.

So you think he's gonna make it?

He will now.

You saved his life.

[screaming guitars]

[Crissy Hynde] ♪ Get, get, get

♪

Well, well...

Looks like someone's got a little extra spring

in his step this morning.

Are you implying I'm not traditionally "springy"?

Oh, a joke, too. What's up, Garrett?

You get lucky last night?

There was a guy in the street, it looked like a hit and run.

Anyway, the EMT said I probably saved his life.

Garret--I'm telling you, Lily, it's an amazing feeling

to lay your hands on someone and actually--Wait.

--and actually fix 'em.

Right, Peter?

Dr. Macy, I think you should take a look at this.

Our hit and run victim, Antonia Vega.

Myocardial infarction.

He died in the ER.

But he was breathing. He had a pulse.

Garret, I'm sure you did all you could.

I have to protect my source.

Arrest me, threaten me, I don't care.

[Female Reporter] You mentioned threats.

Natasha's clients are some very powerful guys.

The fact that they are sleeping with a sixteen year-old

call girl is not something they want on the front page.

[Reporter] So are you going to name names?

[Gordon] I am gonna do what I have to do to get the truth out, yeah.

[Reporter] As long as it doesn't reveal the identity of Natasha.

She gave me her trust.

Now, I am not gonna betray that trust.

And I don't care if it kills me.

Ask and ye shall receive.

What else did you find out?

Tolliver worked at the Boston Star.

Local tabloid.

Couple weeks ago, he started writing an article on Natasha--

not her real name, by the way--

little scared call girl in over her head.

She worked for Madame X,

who ran a big-ticket escort service that

fronted as a modeling agency.

So call all the model agencies.

"Hey there, Detective Woody Hoyt, Boston PD.

Listen, I know you run a legitimate business,

but could you patch me through to the hookers, please?"

Ha...subtle.

The thing that makes me sick

is that our buddy here was milking some poor teenage girls

so he could win his Pulitzer.

Maybe he died protecting her.

Yeah, right.

Him being in such a noble profession and all.

These bruises around his eyes,

the periphery is purple.

Now, look at the gunshot wounds.

The dermis is inflamed and red.

He was beaten only six hours before he was shot.

You're saying the beating wasn't enough to persuade him,

so his killer came back and finished the job?

Maybe the killer wanted to know Natasha's identity,

but he wouldn't give it up.

We have to find her before he does.

[Woman] Yeah, that's my husband.

This is Antonio.

I'm so sorry, Mrs. Vega.

Cops said that he got hit by a car.

They catch the guy who did it?

I don't know, but I'm sure I could find out for you.

Mrs. Vega.Dr. Macy?

I'm Garret Macy.

I'm the one who administered emergency care

to Antonio at the accident site.

You work here?Yeah, I'm the Chief M.E.

If you don't mind...

I was hoping I could ask you a couple of questions.

Dr. Macy, maybe now is not the best--

What kind of questions?

Did Antonio have a history of heart trouble?

I mean, did he ever complain of chest pains?

No.

Did your husband ever use any drugs?

Drugs?

What is this about?

The doctor at the ER said they did all they could.

Mrs. Vega...

I tried to save your husband's life.

Now, whatever happened,

I wish I could've done more.

I just--I wanted to say I'm sorry.

[melancholy music]

I can't give you Antonio Vega's x-rays.

Come on, sure you can.

Look, Dr. Flynn's really strict about this stuff.

All the film stays here.

All right, fine.

Where can I find the great Dr. Flynn?

Oh ho, "The Great Dr. Flynn."

Catchy.

That would be you?That would be me.

Garret Macy, from the M.E.'s office.

To what do I owe this pleasure?

You treated a man named Antonio Vega

when he came into the ER last night.

If you say so.

I tend to remember the chart, not the name.

This was a hit and run.

Right. Right, right, right.

Latino. Early 20's.

He was coding when he came in.

Practically DOA.

Coding?

The impact injury didn't seem substantial.

There was nothing to suggest internal bleeding,

and when I left him,

his vitals were stable. When you left him?

Yeah, I was first on the scene.Oh. I get it.

You're afraid you may have killed this man,

and you're trying to absolve your guilt.

I mean, a big job like yours, a lot at stake, right?

No.

I just want to know what happened.

Well, he died. That's what happened.

I'd like to see his chart.

You know, I'm going to tell you something,

and I hope you don't take this the wrong way.

Don't you challenge me.

Are you afraid of what I might find if I do?

You shouldn't be so hard on yourself, Macy.

People die all the time.

Matter of fact, if you hang out here

for another ten minutes or so, you might have a little company

on your drive back to the morgue.

You know, Bug, we've been solving crimes

for a couple years now, and I never asked

'cause it seems obvious--

your line of work being what it is and all--

but why do they call you... "Bug"?

I like bugs.

Well, there ya go.

Why do they call you "Woody?"

Wanna remind me why you're here again?

Tolliver received his beating hours before the murder.

If it happened here in his apartment,

I might be able to find evidence of his attacker.

And this has nothing to do with finding Natasha, right?

If not us, then who?

You're acting like this guy's all heroic.

Let's not forget, he was a reporter--

"If it bleeds it leads."

You think he cared about her?

I think he died for what he believed in.

Looks like we're not the only ones looking for Natasha.

Stay.

[ominous music]

[door closes]

[driving rock music]

Hey!

♪

Freeze, dammit! Police.

Freeze!

♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

♪

[groans]

Son of a--

[tires squeal]

[Crissy Hynde's "Roomful of Mirrors" intro]

[sirens]

♪ I used to live in a room full of mirrors... ♪

Hey, Dr. Macy.

I really feel like you're not seeing my side of the issue.

What issue would that be, Peter?

The one where you stand back and do nothing

in the face of human tragedy?

That's not fair, Dr. Macy. I was just being cautious.

I guess that's one word for it.

Yeah, well, as it turns out,

looks like I made the right choice, didn't I?

What's that supposed to mean?

Dr. Macy?

I tried to warn you about talking

to Marisol Vega this morning.

What about it?

Well, it seems that she has interpreted it to mean

that you felt responsible for her husband's death.

That's ridiculous. You were there.

You heard me. I just said I wish I could've done more.

She's suing us.

On what grounds?

Wrongful death.

What the hell's going on here?

I'm doing the Antonio Vega autopsy.

Well, I can see that. Why?

You put my name on the list, remember?

Not this one. This one's mine.

All due respect, Dr. Macy,

but I don't think that's such a good idea.

Why's that?

Well, maybe because you're getting sued?

Lily might have mentioned it to me.

Did she?

You should probably recuse yourself from the case.

Don't you think?Okay, let's say you're right.

You still shouldn't be the one doing the autopsy.

You're brand new here.

Again, all due respect, but that's exactly why

I should be doing it.

I'm the only one around here who doesn't know you.

I'm completely unbiased. Right?

The partial plate didn't hit, so I put out an APB

on Babyface's Impala, and I got a squad car

sitting at our dead reporter's crib

in case anybody else shows up.

You obviously didn't go to the sexual harassment seminar.

Yeah, I did.

It's why I'm not asking you if you want to wrestle.

You have any luck cracking that password

to Toliver's computer?

[Bug] No.

You know, Nigel's pretty good at this stuff.

I could ask him if you--

All righty, then.

Anything else?

Yeah.

Exhibit A.

Forty napkins Toliver used for notes.

People. Places. Things.

Direct quotes about how the modeling agency

Natasha was working for was, in fact, a brothel.

It's all initials-- "M.X." "N."

Madame X, and I would assume, Natasha herself.

Lucky for us, the napkins are imprinted:

"Tally's Diner."

I think he met with her there.

Exhibit B.

I found our missing tape.

[Natasha's voice] Yeah, they know how old I am.

Natasha. [Gordon's voice] And it doesn't bother them?

That's Gordon. [Natasha] Bother them?

Hell, she tells them. That's what it's about.

All those old freaks wanna screw young chicks, y'know?

[Gordon] What if they want you to do something you don't want to do?

[Natasha] I don't wanna do any of it... but I have to, I'm stuck.

[Gordon] Why don't you leave? Run away?

[Natasha] Leave? Run away?

Because they'll kill me.

Lily?

Did you tell the new girl I was being sued?

Oh, it is the worst kept secret on the planet.

You should recuse yourself from this case.

It's a conflict of interest.I'm telling you he was fine.

When I put him in that ambulance he was fine!

How do you know that he was fine?

Maybe he had an allergic reaction to medication.

Maybe something happened in transit.

Did you even talk to the paramedics?

I'm on your side, Garret,

but you might want to stop pointing fingers here.

Because in the end, you might not like who you're pointing at.

Sorry, can't discuss Antonio Vega.

Why not?

Because of what you said to the widow,

we're being sued.

Chill, Dave. It's not his fault.

I'm just trying to figure out what happened.

When I left, he was fine.

And he was fine when we dropped him at the ER.

Guy's vitals were stable.

Then again, it was Flynn's shift.

Flynn?

You know him?

Some doctors care about their patients.

Others care about themselves.

Flynn's a jerk.

Treats us like we're taxi drivers.

While you're out there saving lives.

We do what we have to do.

What about the purse from the accident?

You guys ever find out what happened?

No.

Vega must have snatched it before the accident.

The driver's license inside belonged to some white woman,

so we turned it over to the cops.

So do us all a favor and let the lawyers handle it.

If I can just get my hands on Vega's chart.

What?

We've got copies of all the charts

for transports to Boston General the last three months.

We could do it below Flynn's radar.

I mean, it's not like you're gunning for the guy.

You're just trying to do a thorough autopsy, right?

Right.

Sure. He was in here all the time.

Was he ever with a girl?

Maybe.

He usually just hung out in that booth over there

and kept to himself.You ever talk to him?

Sure.

He was a nice guy.

He was a good talker.

He wanted to hear things... about me, hah.

Most of the jerks who come in here just want my phone number.

Did he ever mention the name "Natasha"?

I don't know.

I didn't even know he was a reporter.

I did all of the talking.

You know, not many people want to hear stories

about how pretty Iowa is in the springtime.

When was the last time he was here?

A couple of days ago.

He was acting kinda paranoid.

I guess that other guy who came in here

had something to do with it.Other guy?

Yeah, the young guy

with red hair and kinda preppy.

Looked like he was 12 years old.

Hey...how ya doing?

Good, thanks. You?

Good. Real good.

You doing anything later?

You might need to be more specific?

[stammers] I just thought we could grab a cup of coffee,

you know, you being new here and all.

I was the last one that was new here.

Now I'm old.

I mean, I'm not-- I'm not old, right?

But I'm not new, either.

You are.

Sure. We could do that.

Where is the Chief M.E.'s office?

Who wants to know?

I'm Dr. Russell Flynn, Boston General.

This is regarding Antonio Vega.

I need to speak to the Chief,

so do not pawn me off on some peon.

Dr. Flynn, I'm Dr. Maguire. Is there a problem?

Yes. And his name is Macy.

What about him?

I need to speak to someone in charge.

That would be me.

You?

That's right. How can I help you?

You could tell me why he's absconded with my EMS charts?

Uh, I'm performing the autopsy,

so I told Dr. Macy to investigate

any procedural abnormalities in Antonio Vega's transport.

And I would've gladly provided him with that information,

but he took logs for the past three months.

I'm sure he was just checking Mr. Vega's case

against the others to determine

if the emergency procedure varied.

Look, I don't know what kind of morgue you're running here,

but you need to call off your dog, Dr. Maguire.

He is barking up the wrong tree.

We've been sued by the widow, you know.

You should consider yourself lucky.

Dr. Macy may be taking the hit for your mistake.

I don't want you to take this as an admission of culpability,

but I'm gonna give you a little tip.

Real doctors have malpractice insurance.

So what time later?

Never mind.

[camera clicking]

[camera clicking]

Hi, can I help you?

I'm here to get Gordon Tolliver's personal effects.

I-I'm his brother.

Great.

Why don't you wait in reception? I'll get them for you.

[phone ringing]

This is Hoyt.

Hey, ya know how you told me to call you

if anyone came around asking about Gordon Tolliver?

Well, someone's asking.

Young guy? Skinny? Red hair?

Uh...no, he's older. He's kinda stocky.

He says he's Gordon's brother.

Tolliver doesn't have a brother.

That would be why I'm calling.

What is he doing right now?

Aw...Oh, crap.

He's gone.

Looks like we got another goon.

Hey, Hoyt...

Black and white just called in. They found your Impala downtown.

You ready for a stake-out?

Not used to seeing you on the computer.

Still poking around the Vega death?

I'm just trying to graph three months worth of EMS reports.

If you want help, you could ask.

No, I've got it under control, thank you.

Sure.

Listen, I just wanted you to know I didn't find

anything unusual in his autopsy.

He died from cardiac arrest

consistent with massive internal injury.

I'll be sure to read your report. Thanks.

You're not still sore at me, are you?

No.

I just had a chat with a Dr. Flynn from Boston General.

I told him I authorized you to liberate some EMS files.

Though, I had no idea what he was talking about.

Wait a minute, you authorized me?

I might've given him the impression

that I was the interim Chief.

You what?!

He bought it when I said "procedural abnormalities."

So, I guess we're in this together now, Dr. Macy.

Maybe you'd like to show me what you found.

If I had known "stake out" was code for providing you

with hero sandwiches all night, I might've chosen differently.

Chicken parm, dig it.

Mmff.

How do we know he's even coming back?

He could've just abandoned it here.

Babyface'll show.

Even goons need wheels.

You find anything else on Tolliver's laptop?

Advance notes on the next column.

The initials "S.W." keep popping up...

clients of Natasha's.

S.W. is the one who's been applying pressure

to shut him up.

Talks about harassment, intimidating phone calls.

Maybe Mr. Stocky and our Babyfaced Impala-driving friend

both work for this guy.

How come the trunk is riding so low?

Something's leaking.

Probably just oil.

From the trunk?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hey, Bug, stop! You'll blow cover!

[grunts]

What the hell are you doing, man?

I think we just found Natasha.

I don't know about you, but I am confused.

Someone kills Gordon Tolliver because he's writing an article

on "Natasha," a 16-year-old escort who's sleeping

with Boston's upper crust.Right.

In Tolliver's notes we find that he's getting threatened

by "S.W.," and the waitress tells us

that he mixed it up with Babyface.

Correct.The same Babyface who drove the car

where we found this girl's body.

And you claim to be confused?

Well, than another dude entirely comes here

to the morgue and asks Lily for Tolliver's personal effects.

So we got Babyface. We got Mr. Stocky.

Both of whom are still pressing the issue,

even though Natasha's dead.

[computer beeping]

And she was killed by the same gun used to shoot Tolliver.

Only one thing-- I don't think this is Natasha.

I saw that. Amber Lewis, 21-years-old.

Yeah, we know Natasha is sixteen.

Maybe it's fake.

Any way to determine her age in the autopsy?

Oh, sure. I'll just cut her open and count her rings.

You could've simply said no.

Look, Tolliver's description of Natasha is very specific.

Red hair, tanned skin--

All of which could've been made up to protect her identity.

Natasha claimed that she worked for an escort service

that fronted as a modeling agency,

and Amber here has quite an interesting portfolio.

Coincidence? I don't think so.

It's not her.

It can't be.

I'll tell ya how we can find out.

Why would someone want to murder Amber?

We have reason to believe someone out there may have

thought she was "Natasha," the subject of some recent articles.

I've read the papers, and you're not the first ones

to come in here and start casting aspersions

about my business.

Miss Kent, all due respect,

but, uh, we know how it works.

And how does it work, Detective?

You represent a stable of the most beautiful women in Boston.

And, uh, I don't know, maybe you "introduce" them

to powerful men.

Let's stop beating around the bush.

You think I'm this Madame X.

That I'm in the business of forcing underage girls

to have sex against their will.

Are you?

So cute...but so dumb.

Miss Kent, if Amber is Natasha,

then this is over and it's gone.

But if she isn't, then, um...

someone might still be in a lot of danger.

And how might you prove that?

We have an audio recording of Natasha's interview

with Tolliver.

If we could get a sample of Amber's voice,

then we'll know for sure.

Each girl has her own voice mailbox.

This is Amber's.

I'm starting up a men's division.

If you ever need some extra cash...

Detective Hoyt.

Well, what about me?

Negligence is a tough nut to crack.

Not if it's a pattern of negligence.

Mm, and here I was wondering why you dug up an EMS file

on every one of Flynn's patients over the past three months.

I believe in being thorough.

You've also pulled tissue samples from every corpse

that's been through here with Flynn's name on the chart.

[Davan] There's thorough, then there's obsessed.

Get this.

I ran the name of Flynn's ER fatalities through NCIC.

Almost every one has a criminal record.

Look at this.

Petty theft, B&E, assault, gang affiliations...

Flynn was picking and choosing.

What made you think to do that?

Just a hunch.Just a hunch?

I'm thorough, too.

[beeping]

[Devan] What do you got? Look at that.

[Macy] The tissue on those 30 corpses measure out

at over 30 miliequivalents of potassium.

That dosage would cause immediate cardiac arrhythmia,

which is easily mistaken as a heart attack.

Oh...Flynn isn't negligent.

He's a murderer.

[hospital paging]

Dr. Flynn?

May I have a word?

I'll be right back.

If you don't mind making your apology quick,

I do have rounds.

You murdered Antonio Vega and at least five other people

with lethal injections of potassium chloride.

Excuse me?

It's over.

I just wanted to let you know that before I go to the police.

I know what this about.

Yeah? What?

I save people's lives every day.

And if I were you, I'd hate me too.

I have copies of the victims' charts.

Your signature's on all of them.

They were criminals.

You didn't think anyone would care enough

to give it a second look. Well, you were wrong.

I never even saw Antonio Vega.

I was listed on duty, but I was never there.

I never him or any of the others.

As far as I know, they were all DOA.

Then why would you sign your name on those charts?

Unless you were billing insurance for procedures

that were never performed.

Look, you say that like it doesn't happen in a thousand

different hospitals in a thousand different cities.

Maybe.

But it's not happening in this one anymore.

Look, I may be guilty of padding the coffers,

but I didn't kill anyone.

I hope you take that into consideration if you choose

to take future action against me, Dr. Macy.

Suddenly, I'm a doctor.

[beeping]

You sure you don't want me to get Nigel to help you out?

You know what?

If you love Nigel so much, you should marry him.

We can actually do that now in Vermont.

All right... listen closely.

Voices are like fingerprints.

Each one is unique to the individual.

[Amber's voice] Hi, this is Amber--

The green wave is Amber Lewis' voice mail pattern.

That is so cool.

Now we've mapped Amber's sample.

Let's get Natasha's from Gordon Tolliver's interview.

[Gordon's voice] And it doesn't bother them?

[Natasha's voice] Bother them? Hell, she tells them.

Don't they have to be saying the same thing

for us to get a match?

Why use a whole phrase when a single word will do?

[Natasha looped] It's about--it's about-- it's about...

Now we overlay Natasha's wave pattern onto Amber's.

[both voices overlapped] It's about--it's about-- it's about--it's about...

They're different. She's not Natasha.

Something's strange in Natasha's wave form pattern.

Let's go back to the original interview with Gordon.

[Natasha] All those old freaks--

Two people sitting across from each other in a room--

probably his apartment.

[Gordon's voice] Why don't you leave? Run away?

[Natasha's voice] Leave? Run away?

It may be modulated.

[Gordon's voice] Why don't you leave? Run away?

[Natasha's voice] Leave? Run away?

Because they'll kill me.

Why don't you leave? Run away?

Leave? Run away?

[Woody] You think Gordon altered her voice to protect her?

We'll know in a minute.

I'm reverse engineering the modulation.

Leave? Run away?

Because they'll kill me.

[Gordon] Why don't you leave?

Run away?

Leave?

Run away?

Because they'll-- [distorted]

[Gordon] Why don't you leave? What the?

Run away?

[very low pitch] Leave?

Run away?

Because they'll kill me.

Gordon interviewed himself.

[Gordon's voice overlapped] Leave? Run away?

Why would he go to all that trouble to make that tape?

Because he made the whole story up.

There is no Natasha.

He played me.

We've been looking for a girl that isn't real.

Doesn't mean it's over, Bug,

just means it's getting more interesting.

What are you talking about?

There is no "Madame X." No "Natasha."

But we still have Stocky Man.

Yeah. Good luck finding him.

Already did.

That's right, patrol car picked him up

trying to break into Tolliver's apartment.

It's a wild goose chase, Hoyt. None of it is real.

Yet we still have two bodies, two goons,

and the mysterious "S.W."

So why don't we just calm down...

take a deep breath, and see what Mr. Stocky has to say

when we tell him he's looking for someone who does not exist.

What do you mean she doesn't exist?

Tolliver made her up.

She's fiction, man.

That's impossible.

Oh, yeah? How is that impossible?

Because Natasha's my daughter.

Natasha's your what?

She's been gone for two years.

She was 14 when some modeling agency scouted her.

Wanted her to leave home, come to Boston.

I said, no.

We had a big fight and she ran away.

I couldn't find her, you know, I thought she'd come home--

I'm sorry you think Natasha's your daughter,

but there is no Natasha.

There has to be!

He wrote about it.

"Natasha's dimples never show.

"They never appear when she smiles, only when she frowns.

"She has a beauty mark right on her right cheek.

"Natasha always wears the elegant broken watch

that belonged to her mother."

This is my daughter.

This is my Melissa.

All right, you confront Tolliver.

When he wouldn't tell you who Natasha was, it gets physical.

I was desperate...angry.

But he was alive when I left him.

I just wanted to tell my daughter I'm sorry.

I just wanted to bring her home.

[plaintive music]

His story checks out.

Name is Frank Givens.

Owns a gas station in the Midwest.

Filed a missing persons on his daughter a couple years ago.

Probably changed her name when she left home.

Poor guy's so desperate to find his kid,

he thinks he sees her in a made up article about a call girl.

But he seems so convinced.

Hey! Gordon Tolliver is a liar.

Dimples and a broken watch do not an ID make.

This is Hoyt.

Whoa, whoa. What was that? Say that again, Charlie.

Thank you, Charlie.

Amber Lewis' cell records show she made over 50 calls

to a local number here in Boston in the last month,

registered to a Robert Whittier.

Why does that name sound familiar?

You probably voted for him.

Senator Robert Whittier?

S.W.

[female] That's impossible.

The Senator's been in Washington with his wife for the last week.

Any connection he had with your victim is purely coincidental.

Thank you for the brush-off,

but he's gonna want to talk to us now.

Talk to the Senator's Chief Aide.

He'll be able to contact The Senator.

Brian?

Now, there's a coincidence.

Would you give us some privacy, please.

Thanks.

So, what's this about, Detective?

What is this about?

Why don't we start with why you broke

into Gordon Tolliver's apartment.

And then, why don't we mosey on over to the fact

that your fingerprints were all over

an abandoned car with a dead girl in the trunk.

You'd be surprised at how easily some evidence

can be explained away.

Is that so?

I wonder if your boss, the Senator, feels the same way.

Guess we'll just have to ask him directly,

isn't that right, Bug?

That's right, Woody.

Well, you should know that Senator Whittier

doesn't know anything about this.

I tried to warn him about the girls,

but he got serious with one of them.

Amber Lewis. Yeah.

Her age, her clientele-- I knew she was Natasha.

So you went to Tolliver and asked him

not to put your boss' name in the paper.

I didn't tell him who I worked for.

I offered him five grand to kill the story.

He refused.

Then you went back with a gun.

I wasn't going to use it.

I just-- I wanted the girl's name.

You killed Gordon in cold blood.

He checked me out.

He knew who I worked for.

He threatened to print the Senator's name.

So...he reached for the gun.

It was self defense.

You don't really think a jury's gonna swallow that, do you?

No.

No, 'cause a jury's never gonna hear it.

I'll cut a deal, do some time.

After all, I was just doing my job.

What exactly is your job?

To protect great men.

And the Senator,

he'll protect me.

Sure he will.

You know, I hated being a doctor.

Is this your new thing, accosting me in the hallway?

And I sucked at it, too, by the way.

Other people's lives in my hands.

I only went to med school just to prove to my dad

that I wasn't a screw up.

I'm not following you here, Peter.

I was scared.

I was having these stomachaches,

and, and these headaches, just anxiety.

I started having these nightmares where, um,

prescribing the wrong medication,

I'm amputating the wrong body part.

The only thing that would help with the anxiety was the drugs.

I've been hiding out here in the past couple of months

like it's some kind of punishment.

But it's not.

I-I belong here.

And because I saw that guy there the other day,

and it just all came flooding back.

I couldn't do anything, I--

Okay.

And but what you did...

that was heroic.

[guffaws]

Yeah, well... a lot of good it did me.

I still don't know who killed Antonio Vega

and five other people with potassium chloride injections.

I couldn't help looking over those graphs you'd compiled.

But I think you might have missed something.

I mean, Flynn's name on the charts wasn't the only thing

that the victims had in common.

Antonio Vega wasn't a thief.

Sorry?

He was working two jobs to put his wife through school.

One of them was bussing tables at a restaurant

a block away from the accident.

That purse belonged to one of the customers.

She left it behind.

Her house was on the way home,

so he offered to deliver it himself.

What's this about?

Would you have let him live if you'd known all that?

What's he talking about, Michelle?

You were clever to point me towards Flynn.

You were smart enough to only do it on his shift.

Doctor with a God complex... perfect patsy.

We found the potassium chloride in your kit.

So what?

I checked you out, Michelle.

You lost your father to a heart attack.

Ambulance took 45 minutes to arrive.

It was just two blocks away saving the life

of a thief shot by a convenience store clerk.

Right?

You sued the city and you lost.

Michelle?

People...

good people with lives

and jobs and purpose

wait for an ambulance while they, these...

these thieves and murderers waste our time.

They don't deserve to live.

They don't deserve to be saved.

That gives you the right?

We do what we have to do.

[sorrowful piano solo]

♪

Yo, Bug.

Found the .38 that killed Amber and Tolliver

in a storm drain outside of Brian's house.

Kid's prints were still on it.

D.A.'s gonna cut a deal to spare themselves

the agita of arguing against self defense.

Or of embarrassing Senator Whittier.

Forget it, Bug, it's Chinatown.

Yes, Hoyt, I suppose it is.

You going somewhere, man?No.

Yeah, you are.

Yeah you are. I know that look.

You're not done with this yet.

The details are so specific.

Natasha seemed so alive, it can't all be fiction.

Something has to be real.

Maybe when you have no life, you gotta make one up.

You saw the guy's place.

He lived like a hermit. No friends. No family.

He never talked to anyone.No.

He talked to someone.

Oh, hi. Hi.

Bug set me up with some larvae samples.

Thought I'd bone up.

Sure.

I'm just killing time, actually.

I go a little crazy if I don't keep busy.

Yeah, I gathered.

I wanted to thank you for your help on the Vega case.

Oh.

Yeah, Peter told me you got to the bottom of it.

Paramedic, huh?Mm-hmm.

You know what I said the other night that I hadn't formed

an opinion about you?

Well, I have now.

I'm sorry if I'm pushy.No, no, don't be.

It's because I wasn't raised with a father.

You know, classic Piaget attachment theory.

So, just feel free to tell me if I push too hard.

Fair enough.

So, what opinion have you formed, exactly...

About me?

Too pushy?

[whispering] Yeah...

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[Warren Zevon, "Keep Me in Your Heart"]

♪ Shadows are falling

♪ and I'm running out of breath ♪

♪ Keep me in your heart for awhile ♪

♪ If I leave you

♪ it doesn't mean I love you any less ♪

♪ Keep me in your heart for awhile ♪

♪ When you get up in the morning ♪

♪ and you see that crazy sun

♪ Keep me in your heart for awhile ♪

♪ There's a train leaving nightly ♪

♪ called when all is said and done ♪

♪ Keep me in your heart for awhile ♪

♪ Sha-la-la-la- la-la-la-li-li-lo ♪

♪ Keep me in your heart for awhile ♪

♪ Sha-la-la-la- la-la-la-li-li-lo ♪

♪ Keep me in your heart for awhile ♪

[guitar bridge]

♪ Keep me in your heart for awhile ♪