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[Norman Greenbaum] ♪ When I die and they lay me to rest ♪

♪ Gonna go to the place that's the best ♪

♪ When I lay me down to die ♪

♪ Going up to the spirit in the sky ♪

Boston is, indeed, the best place to die

in this country.

State of the art technology

allows our medical examiners and criminalists

to provide cutting-edge service.

By eliminating toe tags

and switching to a barcode system,

every aspect of each case, each body,

can now be tracked through one central computer.

And the next generation

of forensic tools,

like the Trace Evidence Concentrator,

or "Tracey" as I like to call her,

allow us to determine cause of death

in 99.1% of our homicides,

allowing families to grieve

and to move on as best as is humanly possible.

Boston welcomes

the American Medical Examiners Association.

[claps hands]

What do you think?

The song is a bit much, right? I--I told him.

What are you talking about? It's perfect.

It's too much.

Over the top. Way too much.

That said...

I think we may just beat Miami this year.

[laughter] Yes!

I've been waiting three years for this.

Get lots of sleep tonight, fellas.

And Nigel, keep the tie. It's a nice touch.

Judges will be in the conference room 9:00 a.m. sharp.

Presentation, inspect the morgue,

check our autopsy findings against the bodies.

Does Jordan know about the time change?

No. Let's leave Jordan out of this.

We all remember what a disaster

her presentation was last year.

Those lame jokes.

[Jordan] 11:00 a.m., right?

What?

Our big presentation tomorrow.

Yep. 11:00.

I thought my show and tell last year

was really effective.

But this year, I'm thinking of throwing in a few more jokes,

'cause they love that stuff.

Absolutely. Keep 'em laughing, you know?

Listen, I gotta get outta here. I'm a nervous wreck.

So 11:00.

Mm-hmm. See you then.

Okay.

[Sidney] What in the world are you looking at?

Oh, this tattoo here.

Okay, what about it?

My dad has one identical to it.

Same spot, right ankle.

That's Joe Pokaski.

Yeah, you know him?

Yeah, he was a cop with my dad.

How'd he die?

They found him under Bourne Bridge this morning.

He drowned.

My dad should know about this.

Still no word from him?

No.

I hired that private eye friend of Nigel's. Mm-hmm.

Paid him two grand. Haven't heard a word.

Ooh.

You know, Sidney,

could you try to track down Charlie Krug?

He was Joe's partner from the force.

Leave the number on my desk.

I just wanna call him first thing in the morning.Okay. I'll do it right now.

Great, thanks.No problem.

Jordan, I want you to say it.

Say what?

You're avoiding me.

Why would I be doing that?

Ever since we got back from L.A.

And I think it's time that we talked about this.

What "this"?

Us.

Jordan, come on.

All right, fine, you know what?

You're right.

We really should be adult about this.

Good. That's great.

I'm just gonna go grab a ballistics report from Bug.

Wait here for me, I'll drive.

We'll go grab a drink.

Oh, no, that's a bad idea.

My drinking or me driving?

We should take

separate cars.

I mean, that way we just avoid the whole

"I'll just drop you off at your place" kind of thing.

You're killing me, Jordan.

J.B.'s. Half an hour.

I'll meet you there.

Hello, Jordan.

Do I know you?

No. I'm looking for your father.

My father. Why?

Let's just say he owes me something.

You know what?

I think you got the wrong person,

because I really have no idea where he is.

See now,

I think you do.

Who are you?

And see, I think you're gonna tell me.

This conversation is over.

I'm getting in my car and I'm driving away.

[gun cocks]

Make no mistake.

I'm going to kill Max, one way or the other.

[suspenseful rock music]

♪

[Sidney] Jordan!

Did you see that man?

See who?

That man. He was just here.

No, no.

No, no I don't see anybody.

You didn't see a man here?

No, Jordan, I didn't. Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Look, I, uh, was heading home when I decided to stop by

and tell you that that guy you wanted me to find out about,

Charlie Krug--Yeah.

Well, he died yesterday in Florida.

But the weird thing is that he also drowned too.

I need to find my father.

Hey, Sherlock!

[pounds door]

I've got a hangover the size of my ass.

This better be good.

Open the hell up.

[pounds door]

Mrs. Cavanaugh.

What time is it?

9:00.

In the morning?

At night.

What'd you find out about my dad?

Well, I haven't found him yet.

Not the easiest man on the planet to find.

You've had an entire month. You haven't found anything?

No, I didn't say that.

You know, just tell me what you know.

Well...

Uh, he's got a sister

in Evanston, Illinois.

And he was last seen driving

a '64 Ford Fairlane.

Right. Because I told you all that.

How about something new.

What about Sam Keller? Did you follow that lead?

Sam Keller. Yeah.

He wasn't much help.

Sam is a woman.

He is?

She and my dad dated when I was in high school.

You haven't done a damn thing, have you?

Well, I've been a bit busy, doing some stuff--

I gave you $2,000 to find my dad.

I have every intention of doing that.

You son of a bitch!

No. Wait!

Look, I'm sorry.

So what do you think?

[snaps] Looks great, Brian.

I'm telling you, Buggles,

I spoke to me mate in Milwaukee.

He said the year they won,

corporate sponsors threw tons of new gizmos their way.

Oh, be still, my heart.

Yeah, I'll be able to expand me website.

www.nigelblog.com

won't be just about solving murders,

it'll be theplace to learn

about cutting edge forensics in this country.

Screw that-- the world!

Hey. Hey.

How's that going, that blog thing?

Well, we're getting thousands of hits a week.

Mark my words,

the Beacon Hill Murders may be solved

before the week is out.

It's technology, my friends.

Speaking of which, time to check myself out.

You bar-coded yourself?

It's good enough for our cadavers.

Easier than punching the clock.

See? It's all about efficiency.

[electronic beeps]

[error bleep]

No. It can't be.

Data's been wiped.

[Bug scoffs]

I'm sorry, did you say something about efficiency?

[computer keys tapping]

[error bleep]

[slaps desk]

It's gone!

Calm down, Nigel.

No, no, no. You don't understand.

Every body in this morgue was logged in via this system.

Their paper identification was discarded.

If the system isn't working...

We still have hard copies of all the autopsy records.

Yes, but without the computer,

we don't know which file belongs to which body.

You're kidding.

Who would set up a system that stupid?

This is a bloody disaster.

You know, when the A.M.E.A. judges

pull a body from the drawer tomorrow morning

and ask us to tell them about it,

we're not gonna know who, what, why, when, or how!

We are toast.

You've got to help me.

Help you how?

It's not like we could re-identify every body

in cold storage by 9:00 a.m.

There's got to be a couple of hundred bodies.

Well, what other choice do we have, Bug?

Oh, God!

[Bug] We'll be right back.

I tried to call.

You didn't pick up your phone.

There was a live band.

I waited an hour.

Something came up.

Something always comes up, Jordan.

It's about my father.

Yeah?

Someone's trying to kill him.

What?

Two friends of his, both cops,

have been drowned within the last 24 hours.

And then some guy puts a gun to my head

and says that he's looking for my father.

Who was he? What'd he look like?

Mid 60s, gray hair.

Like a guy who's done a lot of bad things.

Think you could pick him out of the mug book?

Yeah. All right, wait here.

[sighs]

[cell phone rings]

Hello.

This is Sherlock.

I didn't tell you everything I know.

Okay. So tell me now.

No. Not on the phone.

Meet me at the end of Pier 43, harbor side, in the cannery.

I'll tell you everything.

You want to see your father alive again,

come alone.

[dial tone]

Jordan?

[Lily] Wouldn't it have been smarter

to put the bar code number onthe files?

No, the bar code and the name were inextricably linked.

There was no need.

Clearly. [Lily] Hmm!

Okay, if the peanut gallery is done griping,

can we move on, please?

Time's a-wasting.

Thank you.

Female, Caucasian.

Brown hair.

Youngish.

Not more than 35.

This woman's not 35. Try 60.

Don't start with me, Bug.

Her hands.

They're wrinkly, varicose veins,

sunspots.

Great!

That limits our list to maybe 30 possible targets

for Jane Doe number one of 147.

You guys having a party?

We're a little busy, Brian.

It's cool.

There's a couple waiting in the conference room.

Their name's Jenkins.

They're here to see their daughter's body.

Now? Now? Now?

Yeah.

Mr. Jenkins.

Mrs. Jenkins.

I'm Lily Lebowski.

Where is she?

We need to see our baby.

I'm so sorry,

but there's no Medical Examiner on duty

to show her to you.

If you could come back tomorrow--

We just drove up from Baltimore.

They called us, and we need to see her.

She'd been missing almost a week.

Now, they said she got hit by an elevated subway train.

Why did it take 'em so long to call us?

Your daughter didn't have any ID on her.

So we needed to match her fingerprints

to the missing persons report that you filed.

They said that it happened in a...

crime-infested neighborhood?

What was she doing in a place like that?

Did the police discuss any of this with you?

Discuss what?

We just want to know what she was doing there.

Your daughter was found in an area

where there was a lot of solicitation.

Excuse me?

A black girl in a bad neighborhood

and suddenly she's a hooker?

Is that it?

I'm sorry, it's just that the evidence

that was collected--

Traces of cocaine?

Multiple semen donors?

This is not our daughter.

This is not our Chris.

Now I want to see my daughter.

I am so sorry,

but I can't.

If you could come back tomorrow...

[metal chain clinks]

[footsteps]

[machine gun fire]

[smashing sound]

[man gasps]

Help.

Oh, God, please help me.

Help.

I'm sorry.

I didn't know he was gonna kill them.

[shots firing]

[Cahill] Why don't you come out now, sweetheart?

You're wasting both our time here.

Shh.

Dad?

Come with me.

What happened back there?

Who was that?

And where have you been all this time?!

Any particular order you want those answered in?

And by the way, nice to see you too, Jordan.

Oh, yeah, forgive me for not making small talk.

Okay, so, how was the weather down in

wherever the hell you were for the last year!

Oh, come on.

And let's start with who that freak was

and why he wants you dead.

It's Cahill.

Cahill-- with the Irish mob?

Yeah.

He the one who killed Joe Pokaski and Charlie Krug?

Which leaves just me and Pete.

O'Malley?

We gotta get over to his place and warn him.

Why?

30 years ago,

the four of us--Pokaski, Krug, O'Malley, and me--

were working a cop-killing case

that we traced to Cahill himself.

Well, Pokaski and Krug went undercover

and dug up enough evidence to pin the murder on him.

They put him away for almost 30 years.

But he's out now.

Taking revenge, one at a time.

Dad, we gotta call the cops.

[straining] No.

No cops.

What are you talking about?

Just promise me no cops.

A man was murdered back there! We have to at least--

You don't get it, Jordan!

They'll find that body two weeks from now,

floating face down in the river 40 miles away.

This isn't some amateur

we're dealing with here!

God, you're bleeding.

[straining] Yeah.

Tends to happen when you get shot.

We gotta get you to a hospital.

No, we gotta get to O'Malley before Cahill.

I--I just--

Dad--

Dad!

[woman over speaker] Dr. Kravitz, you have a visitor in the main lobby.

Dr. Kravitz, a visitor in the main lobby.

Hi.

He belong to you?

He's my dad, so yeah, I guess.

Kinda cute. He single?

You could say he comes with a few strings attached.

He's gonna be fine.

Bullet went clean through.

Yeah, I know.

I spoke with the doctor.

Musta pissed someone off real good though, huh?

I'm sorry?

To shoot him.

Police should be here any minute.

We report these things, you know.

Yeah.

Wasn't you, was it?

Me? No.

Although I have been a little ticked off

at him myself lately.

Not to intrude,

but let me give you a little free advice.

First, a man his age

should not be running around getting shot at.

Hey, you preacher, me choir.

And second, try not to stay mad at each other.

I see a lot of people drop dead in this place.

You don't wanna say something you can't take back.

Trust me, I know.

I appreciate the advice.

She's right.

Oh, jeez.

I'm not dead, am I?

No.

We usually toss a sheet over you if you are.

Where am I?

St. Edmund's.

You didn't check me in

under my real name, did you?

Oh, jeez, Jordan.

Whoa, whoa, whoa there, big fella.

No, I gotta get out of here.

He'll find me. No, Dad.

I'm gonna get a security guard. You'll be fine.

Hey, wait, not to state the obvious here,

but is there something going on that I should know about?

Just stay with him.

[grunts]

Whoa, whoa, whoa--

Gail? Is that your name?

Excuse me--

I need you to lie back.

All right, okay. We're moving on to Plan B.

He's here, isn't he?

You know, I'm really not getting paid enough for this.

Listen to me.

Someone is trying to kill my father.

We need your help.

'Scuse me, sweetheart?

Visiting hours are over, sir.

Oh, I'm sorry. I hadn't realized.

You're gonna have to leave.

We have rules.I'm sure you do.

And I can appreciate that, coming from such

an attractive package as yourself, it's just,

I'm looking for someone, a man.

Aren't we all.

He's a big guy,

6'5", 6'6", blonde.

Mm, sounding better all the time.

Name's Cavanaugh.

They said he was on this floor somewhere.

Ah, sorry.

I don't work this floor.

I'm here for a pick-up.

Who you got there?

This? Oh...

You don't wanna be near this guy.

He's highly contagious.

Lots of puss.

Let me see him.

Fine,

knock yourself out.

Hey, fellas, how you doin'?

[Nigel] I just think we're wasting precious time

prioritizing this girl.

You know, she'll turn up eventually.

Your daughter dies,

you haven't seen her in months.

But hey, why don't you let her rot

in a cold, dark room where no one even knows who she is?

Come on, that's a bit dramatic, isn't it?

You didn't see the look on their faces.

Imagine discovering your daughter--

In quite a messy state?

You said African American,

22, hit by a subway?

I think this is your girl.

Oh!

That can't be Chris Jenkins,

because I have Chris Jenkins right here.

Only this one's a he.

There are two Chris Jenkins?

Age 35, Male, Caucasian,

died of a brain aneurysm...

Wait a minute.

List off the trace we found on your Chris Jenkins.

No, why?

Because this is looking awfully familiar.

[Nigel sighs]

Multiple DNA donors,

semen, saliva, sweat, trace cocaine,

Viagra. Viagra.

Traces of O-negative blood, lice,

Grape soda.Grape soda.

They have the same trace evidence?

How is that possible?

[Nigel] When "Tracey" here

interfaced with the bar code system,

she got tripped up

by two bodies having the name "Chris Jenkins,"

assigned the same trace to both of them.

That's what we get

for letting a machine do our jobs for us.

No, the machine is state of the art.

It's top of the line.

If trace evidence is wrong,

then--then maybe she wasn't a prostitute.

We don't have time to determine that right now, Lily.

Yeah, we'd have to do a full forensic workup.

[Nigel] Guys, it's after midnight.

The presentation's in eight and half hours.

We still have 200 bodies to identify.

No, we have to find out the truth about her.

Her parents are devastated.

Okay, fine, the second

the presentation's over, I'm there for you.

Is that what we care about?

Winning some stupid contest?

No, it's just that if we divert our resources

to work the trace on this girl--

Listen to yourself.

"Diverting resources"?

That's what got us into this mess in the first place.

Treating people like numbers.

She's right.

We were gonna be number one.

Oh, come on, face it, Nigel.

Your hi-tech system? It doesn't work.

It sucks.

And if we put this family through hell,

do we really deserve to be number one?

[man chuckles]

Hey, Max.

Pete.

Jordan.

Hey, Uncle Pete.

Oh, gee, look--

What the hell are you two doing here, huh?

It's Cahill, Pete.

He's out.

They released him last week.

Joe?

Charlie?

They're dead.

[blows out] Dead.

My God.

All these years, I thought we'd gotten away with it.

Got away with what?

We should never have framed him.

Guess you must've left that part out.

All right, I should've called you,

but he said no cops.

He?

It's a long story.

Jordan, I waited for you another hour.

Can we talk about this later?

We've got a situation here, and I need your help.

Oh, a situation. I didn't--I didn't realize.

Let me guess, it's about your dad.

And he's been abducted by aliens--

I'd take an alien abduction right about now.

And it's nice to see the two of you

are still getting along so well.

Max.

So what'd you guys do,

like, plant evidence on him?

Oh, you didn't know?

That was my dad's specialty on the force.

He was guilty.

I don't have any regrets.

No, of course not.

We need to go on the offensive.

Meaning what?

Find him before he finds us.

How? He's out there tracking us.

How did Cahill find you?

Private detective.

You knew about the PI?

He was sniffing around for a couple of weeks.

I figured you'd hired him to find me.

Well, he told me he hadn't found you.

Because I paid him off.

Then he calls me tonight,

telling me you're in danger,

and that I should meet him at the cannery.

[Pete] So Cahill and the PI were both looking for you.

Cahill finds out somebody else is on your trail,

gets to him, hires him to find all of us.

Son of bitch was working for Cahill.

Whoa. How do we know all this?

Before he died, he said

that he didn't know Cahill would kill them-- them.

He obviously knew about Charlie and Joe.

So if Cahill and the PI were working together,

he was our only connection.

[Max] A lot of good it does us.

He's dead.

Well, maybe there's a paper trail,

a phone number in his office

that might lead us to Cahill.

All right, we'll go.

You two stay here.

No, no. We're going with you.

Haven't you gotten yourselves in enough trouble already?

[blows out]

I thought Iwas a slob.

Okay, if I was this guy,

where would I keep my files?

So, where's your dad been all this time?

Uh, I don't know.

And if I asked him, I'm not sure I'd get a straight answer.

Why's it so hard between the two of you?

Just lucky, I guess.

No, really, you--

You guys are in this cosmic battle,

like everything's one giant mess.

When I was about 12,

I came home from school one day,

and I found my dad sitting on the front steps.

I could tell he'd been crying.

And he said that he locked himself out.

I thought it was so strange

that he would cry over something little like that.

Scared the hell out me.

Of course now

I know that it wasn't about locking himself out.

But at the time, all I could think was that I needed...

to take better care of him.

That I was all he had.

So I guess that's kind of our... problem, in a nutshell.

A man likes to think that he can take care of himself.

Especially with his own daughter.

I think he's always resented needing me so much.

I'm sorry I was pushing you so hard earlier tonight.

About us.

I don't want to be another man in your life

who resents needing you.

Since when did you become so self-actualized?

I don't know what that means, but it sounds pathetic.

No.

No, actually, I think I like it.

I'm gonna go check the bedroom.

Jordan? What just happened?

I think the lights went out.

Yeah, I know, but why?

[furniture clunks, Woody grunts]

Okay...

[door shuts]

Jordan?

Jordan!

Jordan! Open the door!

[knocking on door]

[punch lands]

Jordan!

[pounding on door]

Jordan, open the door!

Jordan! Jordan!

This makes no sense.

I've swabbed every inch of her body,

but there's no trace

of the semen or the saliva.

She's clean.

Her parents were right.

Cops took one look at her,

she's black, she's in South Boston at night,

she had the roll of bills.

They figured she was a prostitute.

Maybe he'sthe prostitute.

Yeah, or a John.

[mass spectrometer beeps]

Whoa, Chris, you certainly got around.

[Bug] So what accounts for the trace

that we didfind on her?

Alcohol, soot, tar, fecal matter.

I mean, doesn't exactly sound like Anne of Green Gables.

Sounds more like she's homeless.

Yeah, but her feet and nails,

they are in excellent condition.

[mass spectrometer beeps]

Wait a minute,

I'm picking up something that "Tracey" missed.

A composition solid.

Salt,

coloring agents, coagulate,

curd of animal's milk--

Cheese?

Yeah, but her stomach contents

were filled with soy and vegetables.

That's supposed to mean something?

Cheese? Actually...

I think it does.

Woody.

[Woody over phone] Jordan, where the hell are you?

Are you all right?

Yeah, I'm okay.

[Cahill] Put Max on.

I need to speak to my dad.

[Max] Jordan?

Just tell me you're all right.

Yeah, Dad, I'm fine.

There's someone here who wants to speak to you.

Hello, Max.

It's been a long time.

I swear to God, Cahill,

you hurt my daughter and I'll kill you.

Threats don't mean much to me anymore.

What do you want with her?

Now, there's a stupid question.

Fine.

Just tell me where.

[phone snaps shut]

Where is she? What did he say?

I can't tell you.

What?

It's our turn.

You're staying here.

He wants us. This has nothing to do with you.

Are you people nuts?

He'll kill her, Woody.

I'm not taking that chance.

Max, listen to me.

You're not the only one who cares about her.

Now, we need a plan here, fellas, okay?

And in order for that to work,

you gotta tell me everything, and I mean everything.

'Cause I got a feeling this is a lot more complicated

than you're letting on.

You okay?

Your move, Cahill!

[Cahill] Where's O'Malley?

He's coming.

Get on your knees.

Now!

Hands behind your head.

You shouldn't have come here, Dad.

He's gonna kill you.

Not until I get my money.

What money?

Oh, you never told her, huh, Max?

Tell me what?

Jordan, I--

What money?

$5 million.

They framed me for it.

Framed me

so they could steal my money.

Go ahead, tell her.

All right, here's the deal.

O'Malley here has a half a million of it.

[Max] Show him, Pete!

You let Jordan go,

we'll give you the rest.

Not much of a deal, is it, Max?

You get your daughter and your life?

I spent 30 years behind bars.

Where's my retribution?

Where'smy justice?

Tell you what,

how 'bout I kill you all

and take the half a million?

[Max] All right!

Let her go and take me.

[Pete] Don't do it, Max.

My life for hers.

Dad!

Come on, take it or leave it!

[Cahill] Fine.

I'll take it.

[shot fires]

Dad!

Max, are you all right?

Oh, God!I'm all right, Jordan.

Shh, don't move.

I'm wearing the vest.

That's what I was trying to tell you.

You guys all right?

Pete, you take the flank. I'm going after him.

Yeah.

There was no money, Jordan.

A few thousand Woody pulled from impound.

We didn't steal the five million from Cahill.

We were going to, but it wasn't there.

Someone inside his operation musta gotten it.

[gun fires]

He drew on me.

[pants and sighs]

You were right.

The file that you saw last night,

it was, um...

There was a glitch.

A glitch?

Sometimes evidence points

in one direction,

and it's not until we look,

we really look hard,

that we see that it doesn't mean

what it looks like it means.

So you're saying you screwed up?

Yes.

Hey, morning, guys.

I got a full night's sleep,

didn't nick myself shaving,

no traffic on the pike.

All signs point--

What?

Is there something you want to tell me?

Our, um, our new bar-code system

tried to access an incorrect MA,

uh, resulting in a programming--

Nigel?It crashed.

This is bad.

[Bug] Which left us with 300

John and Jane Does.

This is so bad.

And we could've put the whole thing back together again,

but then these parents came in,

looking for their daughter.

[Lily] Chris was in that neighborhood

because she was distributing cheese sandwiches,

USDA emergency rations, to the homeless.

We confirmed it with the shelter.

On behalf of this entire office,

I want to offer our most heartfelt apologies.

Thank you.

[Nigel] Seems our new systems led

to an erroneous conclusion

about the girl--

That she was a prostitute.

We had no choice but to find the truth.

Which is exactly why we arethe best.

Took the Red Sox 86 years to win the World Series.

I'm a patient man.

[drawer slams]

Hi. Hi.

Look, Jordan--

About the money--

It was a long time ago.

I was young, stupid.

I had a wife, a kid.

And I made practically nothing on the force.

I don't earn much either,

but you don't see me robbing any banks.

You know what kind of money your mother came from.

How was I supposed to compete with that?

I wanted a life for you, for her--

So you were gonna steal it.

But I didn't.

Because it was gone when you got there, Dad.

It's hardly a moral high ground.

Well, thank God it wasn't there.

'Cause I'm not sure I could have lived with myself

if I'd gotten away with it.

Easy for you to say now.

For God sakes, Jordan.

When are you gonna stop being so disappointed in me?

When you stop being so disappointing.

That's--that's fair.

[Sidney] Hey, Jordan, that body in Trace?

Yeah, what about it?

The initial report says he was shot in self-defense.

That's right.Okay, well, you need to take a look at this,

because there's GSR tattooing around the wound.

Now, I'm not so sure "self-defense"

is what I would call it.

I would say it's more like an execution.

Hi, Pete.

Jordan.

I just wanted to see if you were okay.

I'm fine.

You going somewhere?

Yeah, thought I'd go down to Florida.

Do a little fishin'.

I didn't know that you fished.

I fish.

Are you going to invite me in?

No.

Well, I gotta hand it to you, Pete.

You got will power,

sitting on it all these years.

Cahill was a powerful man, even behind bars.

I always knew I'd have to kill him someday

if I wanted to spend it.

But you're not gonna spend it.

I gotta turn you in.

I'm real sorry to hear that.

What are you doing, Pete?

Please, Jordan.

Just walk away.

This doesn't concern you, Max.

You're holding a gun, and that's my daughter.

I think it does.

We'll split it, Max.

You and me.

Sorry.

Not interested.

[Pete] It's $5 million.

It's blood money.

No, Max.

We deserve this money. We earned it!

40 years on the force,

putting our asses on the line,

day after day, year after year,

for no money!

It wasn't fair.

We earned this money.

You were always my favorite, Pete.

You'd tell those dumb jokes

every time you came over for dinner.

And then you'd...

do those magic tricks that I always fell for.

I used to love that.

Gimme the gun, Pete.

I'm sorry.

[crying]

[Max] I brought you some chowder.

Had 'em put in a dash of that hot sauce you like.

Great. How much do I owe ya?

I'm still your father, Jordan.

I can buy ya a cup of soup.

Well, maybe this'll help.

What--

You sold the bar, didn't you?

Ah, what the hell.

I was a lousy businessman, anyway.

So...

You gonna ask me

where I've been all this time or not?

No.

Not interested?

I just don't want you to have to lie.

You're here.

We're both adults,

and, uh, for some reason, we still love each other.

That's all that matters.

I think we should call a truce.

What have you done with my daughter?

Dad, I'm serious.

We're either wasting our time

screaming at each other about the past,

or we're avoiding each other

and wondering why we're so damn lonely.

I want to throw in the towel.

I wish it was that simple.

It can be, Dad.

Dad, it's up to us.

We gotta start over.

How?

How do we do that, Jordan?

You know, I have no idea.

But maybe it's, uh,

us downing our chowder and going from there.

To starting over?

To starting over.

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