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[Jordan] So, you all packed up and ready to go to Florida?

[Garret] It's only a few days.

Okay, here are my contact numbers,

your added duties,

an the itemized reports I'm going to need from Lily.

Okay, no sweat.

Confirm all deliveries.

You should probably review my charts.

Oh, and the cooler in the crypt's acting up.

No problem.

You ready for this?

Yeah, look at me, man. I'm a vision of authority.

I'll just order the keg and line up the togas.

Call me if you have any problems.

Oh, and call me if you decide

to go roller-blading in cut-offs.

I just want that mental image.

Great. And don't forget sunscreen!

He didn't do it.

The guy's oozing guilt.

I'm up to my knees in it from here.

Yes, the wounds match the weapon,

but whoever stabbed his wife and two kids is a lefty.

This man is not.

We caught him standing over the victims

with a knife in his hand.

A knife he claims to have pulled from his wife's chest.

Whatever.

Look at him.

Woody, he's staring into space.

He's obviously shocked and heartbroken.

Exactly. Shocked 'cause we caught him.

Heartbroken 'cause he's lookin' at life without parole.

I'm just saying the forensics don't fit.

And I've always been a good judge of character.

I read people very well, and I don't think he's guilty.

I'm a pretty good judge of character too, Devan.

I had you pegged, didn't I?

Don't tell me. Pushy. Driven.

And sometimes, intolerable.

See, impressive, isn't it?

Yet hardly original.All right.

You know what? Let's play a little game here.

Pick any person in here, any at all,

and I'll read them like the back of my hand.

That's not fair. You know everyone here.No, I don't. I don't know her.

Whoa.

Ma'am, miss?

Are you okay?

You want to tell me what happened here?

I think I just killed someone.

What?

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

We got you. Can we get some help here, please?

Can we get some help?You got it?

[suspenseful rock music]

♪

She's coming to.

You're okay.

No, don't move, don't move, don't move.

You're okay. It's okay.

What happened?

You fainted.

I'm a doctor. My name is Devan.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. No, it's not your blood.

You do have some minor abrasions,

but this didn't come from you.

That's kinda where I come in.

I'm Detective Hoyt. Homicide.

And, uh, I'm gonna have to ask you a few questions.

Um, okay, why don't we start

from the beginning.

Why don't you tell us your name?

Um, Jane. Jane Newman.

I'm an E.R. nurse at Boston General.

I got off my shift at 10:00 this morning.

I walked to my car, like I do every day,

when this guy just--

Someone approached your car?

He smashed right through my window.

Had you ever seen this guy before?

I think he was just after my purse.

What did he look like?

Brown hair. He had a goatee.

He was tall.

What happened next? I tried to run away.

But he slammed me against the wall.

And we started struggling.

Did he have a weapon?

He had a gun.

And before I knew it, we were struggling over it.

And then it just went off.

Oh, my God.

What did I do? Oh, my God, what did I do?

Jane, we need to know exactly where your car is.

He may still be alive.

The parking garage on Harrison.

It's across from the hospital.

Third level down.

Okay, okay, it's all right.

I'm gonna get one of my guys

to stay here with you.

Oh, no, please. Will you stay with me?

Of course.

This is Hoyt.

I'm gonna need a unit over at Harrison...

Yeah, he's been chilling about two hours.

There're enough jailhouse tats on this bloke

to cover Rikers Island.

Charlie Rivers, 28. Check out his wallet.

Probably cost more than my suit.

Wow, now, what would a guy carrying a Gucci wallet

want with some woman's purse?

Probably stole that, too,

along with the wad of cash he was carrying.

Close to three grand.

Nice work if you can get it.

The last call he made was local.

We'll run a trace on it.

Whoa, whoa. What was that?

4-1-4-9-X-O. Security code maybe?

Maybe an ATM number?

We can rule out phone number.

Because it is a license plate number.

This is not a random attack.

Charlie Rivers targeted Jane.

[Lily] Oh, good. Jordan, there you are.

The compression in the crypt just died.

No big deal. We've got a backup, right?

Uh, that was the backup.

Oh, so call maintenance.

I did. We're on their list. It could be hours.

In the meantime, our bodies are thawing.

All right, hit Emmy up for some petty cash.

There's gotta be someplace around here that sells dry ice.

Okay.

You know, Macy would've hit the ceiling over this.

It's nice to have someone in charge

who doesn't go ballistic over things.

You know, I-I'm not Dr. Macy.

[both laughing]

Yeah, I just don't see why

you have to be all bitter and cantankerous

to do this job.

I mean, we're all adults here, right?

Yeah, you don't need me lording over you.

Things are gonna run a lot differently on my watch.

I'm sure everyone here will be relieved to know that.

Oh, Lily.

I need those itemized reports on my desk first thing tomorrow.

I'm swamped, Jordan. I can't.

Oh, okay.

Uh, whenever you can.

Oh, hey, Bug.

You ever heard of one of our M.E.s taking requests?

The last year.

Christmas karaoke party,

when Nigel belted Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy.

Some of us are still recovering.

I'm talking about an autopsy, 'cause I got one for you.

Well, you take it.

I've got a date with a drug addict.

Autopsy four.

She doesn't want me. She wants you.

What? Someone wants me?

Personally.

That's what I've been trying to tell you.

Her name is Anna Shah.

Her husband dropped dead on the "T" this morning.

Well, I suppose word gets around.

Yeah, people talk.

So where is this woman?

I never get widows that look like that.

I never get anyone who looks like that.

But she wants me.

Yup.

And that'll be the mantra. Go get 'em, tiger.

Being a physician himself,

William told me what lung cancer would do to his body.

And maybe I would have had him a little longer,

but I had to respect his choice.

And what was that?

William's spiritual belief was that a body

should not be disturbed on its way to cremation,

protecting the astral-self.

He wished not to have an autopsy.

Unfortunately, your husband died on city transport.

The Medical Examiner's office requires one.

I realize that.

What I'm asking is that you make no incision.

With all due respect, Mrs. Shah,

without an incision, you don't have an autopsy.

We've put a man on the moon.

And you're saying that there's no way

to release my husband without slicing him open?

I saw your name on the directory.

Where are you from?

Liverpool.

Before that?

Bangalore. Chennapatna.

We moved when I was ten.

Small world.

I'm from Srirangapatna.

Really?Hmm-mm.

Well, we might have passed each other some day.

At the market, perhaps.

Right.

I'd like to believe that.

I'll do what I can.

Hey, Bug, did you order a CAT scan for Mr. William Shah?

That's right.

He was supposed to be a standard autopsy.

You mind me asking what's with all the frills?

It's complicated.

Well, I kind of need to know.

I mean, I'm in charge.

[laughs] I'm sorry.

I thought I was laughing on the inside.

So you haven't answered my question.

How do I put this, chief?

He doesn't want to be cut into.

He probably didn't want to die either,

but some things are unavoidable.

Come on, it's his last request.

I don't care.

I've got a memo here

from the Massachusetts Bay Transportation Authority

requesting an autopsy.

They just want to avoid culpability.

Come on, man, it's a lawsuit waiting to happen.

I told his wife I'd do what I could.

And you did. Just cut him open. Capisce?

I'm usually sitting where you are,

assuring a patient that everything's going to be okay,

that things are going to get better.

They will, Jane. I promise.

Every day for five years I parked in that same spot.

Every day, you're like everybody else.

Until it happens to you.

You fought back. You try not to forget that.

[door opens]

[Woody] Hi. Sorry.

Would you excuse us for a moment, please?

Sorry.

How's she doing?

She's okay. We're just talking.

Thank you for staying with her, Devan.

I left a body for you back at the morgue.

You can talk to him all you want.

You found him in the garage?Yes.

So this is a homicide now.

I appreciate your help, but I've got it from here.

But, Woody, if you want, I can help--

I'll tell her you had to go back to work. Thank you.

[through intercom] Would you mind taking a seat?

[Woody] The man who attacked you.

[Jane] Yes?

His name was Charlie Rivers.

Does that ring a bell?

No.

Okay, we traced the last number he dialed

from his cell phone.

And pulled up an I.D. from the RMV.

He called this man.

Alex Dwyer.

You know him?

Oh, I know him.

Um, he's been stalking me.

I met him a couple months ago.

He'd been in a fender bender

and needed a few stitches above his eyebrow.

He was very charming.

Um, handsome enough, I guess.

We got to talking.

He, uh, said he'd made a lot of money selling real estate.

I'm not afraid to admit that impressed me.

I don't meet many men in the E.R.

Anyway, he, uh, he asked me to dinner.

And I took a chance.

So when he walked me to my car, he tried to kiss me goodbye.

And I-I just wasn't ready.

And when I pushed him away, he snapped.

I got in my car. I drove away.

All that next day, the gifts started coming,

then messages on my machine,

he'd show up at my job unannounced.

I mean, I knew this guy was following me.

I just never thought that he'd--

Did you ask him to stop?He wouldn't.

So I-I filed a restraining order.

How did this happen?

Did Alex hire this man to hurt me?

We found your license plate number and a wad of cash on him.

So, yeah, looks that way.

Jane, your statement could help us put him away.

No, you haven't seen this guy angry.

My life has been turned upside down

since the day I met that man.

He knows where I live, where I work,

when I get up, when I go to sleep.

Which is exactly why you need to help us.

We're not gonna let him hurt you anymore.

You can't control that.

He has me exactly where he wants me.

Not anymore he doesn't.

Thank you, thanks.

Yes.

[Devan] Is that Alex Dwyer's file?

I thought you went back to the morgue.

I got distracted.

Tends to happen when you eavesdrop.

What's his file say?

Well, first, his real name is not Alex Dwyer.

It's Ernie Pitts, from Louisville, Kentucky,

and he's got a record.

He's stalked other women?

No.

Grifter, petty con stuff.

B and E, theft, that's it.

Looks like he changed his name and reinvented himself

as a real estate broker three years ago.

She claims he made a lot of money.

Hmm, still couldn't buy himself a date.

So, if he couldn't have Jane, no one would.

An oldie but a goody.

So he hires an ex-con to do his dirty work.

I'm gonna go pick him up and tell him his plan backfired.

I'll go back to the morgue. Get Charlie Rivers into trace.

He may be dead, but his body could speak volumes.We took Jane to a hotel.

As long as Dwyer's out there,

she is not safe at home.

I know his type. She's not safe anywhere.

[Peter] Hey, Bug.

What's with the CAT scan?

William Shah's scheduled for an autopsy.

We've put a man on the moon, Peter.

Why can't we find a way to release this guy

without a scalpel?

His wife asked me to avoid dissection.

It's a long story.

And Jordan went along with that?

Yeah.

Really?

No.

Bug, you're obvious trying to help this woman.

Plus she wants you.

She put her trust in me for a reason, Peter.

Because I understand where she comes from.

And it's not every day that I can say that.

And she's single now.

Could you flip on a monitor?

Sure.

That's strange.

What?

His lungs. They're completely clear.

[Bug] No signs of malignancy.

He didn't die of lung cancer.

He didn't even have it.

Why would the guy lie to his wife?

Come on, Bug, wake up and smell the coffee.

Maybe she's lying to you.

So...

Looks like you'll need a new compressor.

Great. So let's get that baby in there,

and you can be on your way.

I'm afraid it's not that easy.

Office of Public Safety,

they won't even let me order the part

without a release form.

Well, where do I get one of those?

I fix coolers, lady. How should I know?

So no compressor thing?

Rules are rules.

Uh-oh. Bad day?

Well, this boss thing isn't all it's cracked up to be.

Well, if it's any consolation,

I don't care what everyone else is saying,

I think you're doing a great job.

Thanks.

So, if you need anything, uh, you know,

anything comes up, you need a hand,

you just let me know.

I will. I appreciate that.Okay, so, listen,

I was thinkin' of maybe gettin' outta here

a little early tonight.

Not gonna happen.Okay, thanks.

[woman] I always had my suspicions about him.

And now the disappearing act,

it's par for the course.

What makes you think he disappeared?

Because I taped this to the door three days ago.Thank you.

Hello!

[Woody knocks] Mr. Dwyer!

Hello!

I must start trusting my first instincts.

Maybe he's dead.

What else could explain this lack of sanitation?

Ooh, well, I think this would explain the stench.

On the other hand,

looks like he left in a hurry.

What is this? "Shire View."

A condo development he's selling.

God-awful things.

They take a fine old building from downtown

and fill it with gaudy marble and gold fixtures.

No toothbrush.

No shaving kit.

Yeah, Dwyer split, all right.

Question is, where to?

Well, judging from this, he can't be too far away from her.

That's what I'm afraid of.

Thank you for meeting with me.

I won't take up much of your time.

I...

I just have something to say.

Well, I guess that makes both of us.

But, please, you first.

I think I was a little forward with you earlier.

Perhaps even flirtatious.

I...

This is not an apology.

It's more like an admission.

It's a strange time, as I said.

And ours was a marriage of friendship only.

I hope you don't find it unseemly,

but I find you very attractive.

Oh.

Uh, I see.

Well, I--

It's all right.

I don't expect you to--

Well, I find you very attractive also, so...

But I'm sure you must be used to that.

Not at all.

I'm sorry, you said you had something to say to me.

I did?

Yes, your husband.

Look, I don't know how else to say this,

but he didn't have lung cancer.

I don't understand.

I did the CAT scan myself.

And I found no pulmonary disease whatsoever.

So what did he die of then?

Well, that was a question I was hoping to ask you.

I don't have any idea. Look...

There's no way I can determine the cause of death

without doing a proper autopsy.

Please.

I know I've asked you a personal favor,

but I'm hoping I might be able

to make it up to you one day.

[Lily] She said that?

That she finds you attractive?

Yeah, bold, right?

It's commendable.

So, listen, tell me...

is their some sort of weird byproduct of grief

that makes a woman...

Vulnerable?

Horny.

Why? Because her husband died,

and she suddenly finds you attractive?

Shoot, Jordan. I owe her paperwork.

You wanna tell me what's going on?

Oh, I think Lily just got called away.

I meant with the immunoglobulin you ordered for William Shah.

Oh, that.

Yeah, that, that thing I told you not to do.

You know how much one of these things cost?

You know what? Just make it go away.

Ugh, I'd prefer anarchy. Now, where were we?

Oh, yeah. What I was about to say...

When a person has years of watching a loved one suffer,

the grieving starts when the illness does.

Anna's had her share of tears.

Now her life can begin again.

That makes sense.

But I would pose this question.

Is it her motives that you're worried about?

Or your own?

I just don't want to play on her emotions.

What is it? What'd you find?

The results of this test.

There's a large quantity of warfarin

in William Shah's blood.

Warfarin?

Rat poison.

Well, now, who's playing who?

Jane said she accidentally threw out

an old photo album last month.

He must've dug them out of her garbage.

Hmm, you know what they say,

one man's trash is another man's creepy photo project.

Devan, tell me you found something,

because between the wad of cash

and the last call he made,

I'm assuming that Rivers met up with Dwyer yesterday

for the money exchange.

And this body is our only road map to finding him.

Well, here's our first landmark.

This powdery residue on his shoes.

The chemical signature points

to recrystallized calcium carbonate.

It's marble. But not just any marble.

It's found in the hills outside San Pietro, Italy.

That's all very interesting, but what does it tell us?

Well, It's highly prized

for custom kitchens and bathrooms.

He was obviously somewhere earlier today

where this marble had been cut.

I'm gonna go out on a limb and say it wasn't Italy.

The problem is,

there's a lot of custom kitchens being built.

This could be a needle in a haystack.

Or not.

[cell phone rings]

This is Hoyt.

What?

All right, I'm on my way.

They just found Dwyer's car

outside of the Shire View apartments.

That was easy.I'll get my coat.

No, no, no, no, you and your coat are gonna stay here.

I'm going solo on this one.

Hey, Nige. Can I have second?

[Woody] Devan, thank you for everything.

It's been a pleasure.

We just had a pile-up on the Pike.

I need you to stay late tonight.

I wish I could, love, but I've got--

I wasn't waiting for an answer. I was telling you.

I need you to stay late tonight.

Oh, hey, go ahead. Everyone else has.

Detective Hoyt just kicked me off the case.

Oh. Well, you're not gonna listen to that, are you?

Well, yeah.

Okay, let me just tell you how things work around here.

When the cops say walk, we run.

When they say stop, we just go.

So let me get this straight.

Am I getting permission from the boss?

Well...

[shrieks]

What are you doing here?

I'm trying to find a lead. What do you think?

I think you are ignoring my request.

Come on.

Reilly, I've got a young woman

coming down to your car.

Would you kindly escort her home,

before she drives me mad?

Thank you. Come on.

You can't make me go.Actually, I can.

This building is now part of an official police investigation.

So would you please let me do my job

and get out of here, thank you.

Go.

All right.

[muffled shrieking]Ssh, ssh, ssh.

You lookin' for me?

You lookin' for me?

I could scream, you know.

And I could pull this trigger.

What're you doing here?You should be more concerned

about what the cops are doing here.

Your little arrangement last night?

Failed miserably. Charlie Rivers is dead.

You didn't really leave Jane with much choice, did you?

It was gonna be one of them.

I just wanted to scare her.

Well, you succeeded.Where is she?

Some place where you can't find her.

Find her? Why the hell would I want to find her?

We're just gonna pretend you haven't been stalking her

for the last couple months.

What? I don't know what kinda crap

she spoon-fed you, but I am not stalking Jane.

She's stalking me.

It's been going on for two months now.

So why didn't you go to the cops?

I did. I filed a restraining order.

She still manages to break into my place.

That doesn't make any sense.

And what about the phone calls she's making to me,

the flowers that she sends, the notes on my car?

Does that make any sense?

I threw some stuff in the car and got the hell out of there.

Look, I've got a record, okay?

I've done some bad things in my past.

And no one is gonna believe me over her.

But I swear to you I am telling the truth.

This woman's insane.

[clanking]

Woody!

You all right?Yeah.

He has a gun!

Boston PD!

Boston PD!

Freeze!

Son of a--

What were you thinking coming here?

I'm sorry. I just--

You all right?Yeah.

What'd he say to you?

That he's not the one doing the stalking.

She is.

Yeah, hiring a hit man and pointing a gun at a cop

really helps that story.

He seemed pretty freaked out.

He said she's crazy. She won't leave him alone.

And you believed him?

He claims he filed a restraining order, Woody.

I think we should at least check it out.

Over half of all restraining orders

are countered by one back.

Just another way these freaks force their victims

to deal with them.

My main focus right now is finding this guy.

He said that she broke into his place

and went through his things.

Devan, he's a con man,

and he's being accused of attempted murder.

He's gonna say anything.

All I'm saying is,

maybe we're looking at this from the wrong angle.

He is a fugitive. He is a lunatic.

And he could've killed you.

You're not a cop, Devan.

So I'm going to tell you, from here on in,

you're to stay out of this.

Do you understand?

Go home.

Dumb, stupid chair.

Stupid chair.

Uh, Jordan.

You've got your release form.

So what's the problem?

I need to get the okay from the health inspector.

For what?For me.

I'm concerned about working in these conditions.

If you haven't noticed,

these bodies have been melting away

in above-normal temperatures.

I'm no dummy.

If you had just fixed the thing in the first place,

we wouldn't even be having this problem!

Hey, I don't make the rules.

Fine, okay? I am hereby establishing a new rule.

50 bucks an hour.

Cash, check, or charge?

Cash, please.

Thank you.

Hey, Bug.

What time are you planning on getting outta--

Whoa. You cut William Shah.

Turns out he didn't mind after all.

She snowed me, Peter.

Our weeping widow fed her husband warfarin.

The blood thinner?

Otherwise known as rat poison.

Wow.

To think you almost fell

for the "coy, sex-starved widow" gag, huh?

Look, there it is.

William Shah died of a massive hemorrhage.

And his wife used me to cover it up.

I've never bumped into anyone at the market.

Can't believe I fell for that crap.

Sorry, man.

You know, it all makes sense to me now.

She saw my name on the directory

and a big sign on my forehead that reads "dumb ass."

Look, if that is the case, then you can't blame yourself,

because she asked for you specifically.

Which is exactly why I should have known.

I'm contacting the police.

Hey, Bug.

Hold on a second. Check this out.

What?In the back of his throat here.

These purple-reddish plaques.

Recognize them?

What the hell is going on?

From the M.E.'s office.

Gotcha.

[knocking on door]

What are you doing here?

I met Alex Dwyer tonight.

What?

At gunpoint.

Police are looking for him right now.

What happened?

Is Detective Hoyt here?

Did you come by yourself?

Jane.

Dwyer says he's the victim here.

That you have been stalking him.

Don't tell me you're buying in to that crap.

I told you how persuasive he could be.

He says you broke into his place.That's ridiculous.

Then why did I find your print on his bed?

Because I was there.

Okay?

That one date we had.

Ended up back at his place. And I slept with him.

No, you said--you said he tried to kiss you,

and then you pushed him away.

Hmm-mm, the next morning.

It was a terrible, disgusting misjudgment.

Why didn't you just say that?

A little too humiliating.

The facts are still the same.

Just because I made a mistake

doesn't mean he's not a monster.

Jane, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I thought...

That he was telling the truth?

Yeah.

That's what you do?

You gather fingerprints, stuff like that,

and make the victim feel like they're to blame?

No, that's not what I intended.

I've been through a little too much

for someone I just met to come over here

and judge me like this.Jane.

Thank you.

I never should have listened to you.

See? It was a matter of time. What'd I do now?

Woody told me to walk, but you told me to run.

No, I didn't. What are you talking about?

Earlier, you said I should--I'm on brain overload, okay?

I don't even remember that conversation.

Are you deaf?

Don't get me in the middle of this.I am so sorry.

Sorry that my guy, who I got parked

outside of Jane's hotel, saw you go in there

or sorry that you did it despite my request?

Both?Dwyer is on the lam.

Do you know how easily he could have followed you?

You could have led him directly to her!

[cell phone rings]

This is Hoyt.

I'll be right there.

Where you going?

Back to the hotel.

Looks like you got somebody killed.

[Nigel] One shot to the heart.

Must've died instantly.

Go ahead and bag him.

The hotel manager claims at approximately 1:00 a.m.

guests heard a loud ruckus from this room

followed by a single gunshot.

I thought you said I was safe here.

How did he find me?

We're not too sure of that yet.

You wanna tell me what happened here?

He said he was room service.

Once I opened the door, he just barreled inside.

He beat you pretty bad.

I tried to run.

What happened next?

I picked up that lamp over there.

And I knocked the gun from his hand.

That's when you grabbed it?

Yeah.

Once he lunged for me, I didn't know what else I could do.

Do me a favor.

Can you make sure that she gets home safely?

Come on, it's all right.

Thanks.

You should definitely recuse yourself from this case.

Now what?

Nothing. No, you're right. I'll let Nigel handle this one.

No, no, you're thinking about something.

So just spill it.

Where were her defensive wounds?

All right, I'm up to speed.

Now, what's the problem?

Inconsistency written all over Dwyer's brain.

See, Jordan, this is what I'm talking about.

Are you gonna start in with this again?

Children, please.

All right, Nige, what do you got?

All right, we caught this on the x-ray.

Now, Romeo here suffered a fracture at his temporal bone.

[Jordan] Oh, yeah, you can see a skull fragment just above his ear.

Hit something pretty hard.

Which caused this epidural hemorrhage around his brain.

So?

So, ironically, the bullet,

which entered through Dwyer's heart,

perforated his aortic valve.

I'm sorry, I'm gonna need the Cliff Notes version of that.

Meaning, that the gunshot quickly ceased all blood flow.

So the question is, how did all that blood get to his brain?

Look, this is all well and good, but this case is closed.

He's dead, she's free.

It's over.

Not so fast, Woody.

Great. Now you're siding with her.

I'm not siding with anyone.

I just think the two of you have become so entrenched

in your own positions,

you're missing the forest for the trees.

Now maybe Dwyer started

hemorrhaging during a scuffle, and he didn't even know it.

Hey, let me go.

What the hell do you think? Come here now!

[Jordan] Once inside the hotel room, Dwyer attacked Jane.

Come here.

But she escaped his grip,

and sent him flying headlong into the nightstand.

[Devan] He doesn't know it, but now he's bleeding internally.

Soon after, the dizziness overwhelms him.

Jane's able to knock the gun from his hand...

[Jordan] And shoots him once in the chest.

[gunshot]

Only, with this amount of blood,

he had to have been bleeding at least 10 to 15 minutes

before he was shot.

He would've passed out well before then.

However, this is all assuming that his head hit something.

What're you getting at?

Well, the contusions on his left side,

the temporal fracture is on his left side.

And the bruise on his brain is on the left side.

A coup injury.A coup injury.

Meaning what?

Meaning that Dwyer didn't hit his head.

Something hit him.

[Nigel] Jane didn't use that lamp

to knock the gun from his grip.

Look, no lacerations.

No, she used it to crack his skull.

Why would she lie about that?

Because Dwyer immediately fell unconscious.

Jane didn't want us to know

because she never shot him out of self defense.

Jane convinced Dwyer that she wanted to apologize.

But once he entered the hotel room,

she ambushed him with a lamp to the side of the head,

knocking him out cold.

[Devan] For the next 10 to 15 minutes,

she staged the room to appear as if they struggled.

[Jordan] Inflicted her own wounds.

All the while, his brain is hemorrhaging.

Once the scene was set, Jane grabbed Dwyer's gun

and shot him once.

The only problem is that Jane did not make a call

from her cell phone

nor from the phone in the hotel room last night to Dwyer.

So how did she arrange for him to be there?

[knocking on door]

Wow, you bounce back quick. Going somewhere?

I just need to get away.

Where to?

Like Mexico?

Can I help you with something?

You know, we couldn't figure out

how you got Dwyer to the hotel last night.

Because I didn't.

But Dr. Maguire masterfully

solved that riddle.

Well, thank you, Detective Hoyt.

You're welcome.

So, what'd you do?

You sneaked out? Called him earlier?

Promise you'd stop tormenting him

if you guys make amends?

You'll be hard pressed to prove that.

Well, I'd make a wager,

those gloves you're wearing,

would match the fibers we found

on a pay phone a block from the hotel.

That's what I do, remember?

Collect evidence, stuff like that.

You just couldn't accept that he didn't want to see you again.

He was just being selfish.

Wasn't ready to settle down.

When he hired Rivers to scare you off,

it just made you madder.

I loved him.

Is that what you call it?

If he'd just stop fighting that,

we could have been happy together.

[Bug] Kaposi's Sarcoma.

That's what we found in William's throat.

At least we know now...

that your husband died from AIDS.

I found a blood thinner hidden in his briefcase.

Which he was using as a preventative, to avoid clotting.

Since warfarin is a blood thinner,

that would explain why it showed up in the blood work.

He probably OD'd by accident.

Bled out.

But somebody would have had to prescribe him that.

He did.

He just prescribed it to himself.

He was trying to spare you from the truth.

I know.

Did you have any idea that he was...

Gay?

Of course.

His family never would have supported his lifestyle.

So he decided to live the life that they chose for him.

And I loved him.

I only wish that he'd had love enough for himself

not to have to go it alone.

I'm sorry I was unable to respect his wishes.

I tried.

Your last name may have been what drew me to you.

But who you are gives me comfort

that William was respected until the end.

I'll need a little time,

but I would like to see you again.

On a happier occasion?

[Woody] Nothing says "I'm sorry"

better than a $100 bouquet.

Wow.

I appreciate it, Woody, but I don't deserve any flowers.

In fact, I'm the one who owes you an apology.

What are you talking about?

You were right. That's all that matters.

No, it isn't.

I was all over the map on this thing.

You got a little carried away, so what?

It happens to the best of us.

I got a "B" in algebra my sophomore year in high school.

And I thought my life was over.

I mean, I saw my entire career path fade before my eyes.

With a "B"? Wow.

It's a good thing I didn't have one of those career paths.

I told myself that that would never happen again.

So I've been at the top of my class ever since.

And I got there by working harder.

You know, I'm always first in line and the last to go home.

And being that way has always worked fine for me.

Until now.

Now there are people's lives at stake.

I think I just need to slow down a little.

You can slow down and still enjoys nice flowers

on your desk.

[laughs]

I'll see you around.Okay.

Woody.

Don't tell anyone about the "B."

[Woody] Devan got a "B" in algebra!

[Garret clears throat]

I've got to get away more often.

Hey, man.

Uh, wow, my contacts are driving my eyes crazy.

Sleep deprivation doesn't help much either.

I was just finishing up here.

But you are early.

Even before the coffee cart.

Well, I came straight from the airport

in case there were some fires I needed to put out.

Literally.

But everything seems surprisingly in order.

Oh, ye of little faith.

I told you to wear sunscreen.

Get outta here. Get some sleep.

You know, I've always been aware of your talent

at breaking the rules, Jordan.

But I just didn't know how well you could enforce them.

Well, now you do. Piece of cake.

Garret, I have a new appreciation.

Yeah, I thought you might.

Thanks, boss.

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♪ We follow them like fools ♪

Morning.

♪ Believe them to be true ♪

Morning.

♪ Don't care to think them through ♪

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