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[Stevie Wonder's So What's the Fuss?]

♪ And if we live in a time

♪ Where every nation's fighting 'round the world ♪

♪ Yet we can't all agree that peace is the way ♪

♪ Shame on us

♪ Shame on them

Next week, six miles, okay?

Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop.

Hey, Friday night,

McGann's Pub.

Patty Griffin's doing an acoustic show.

You interested?Already goin'.

Really?Yeah, Lily set me up on a blind date.

Oh.

No big deal.

I hope the two of you are very happy together.

Remember to name your firstborn after me.

Look, it's, uh, it's a blind date.

Not an arranged marriage.

Jordan, you want to move on, great.

Go for it. 'Cause believe me, so am I.

You know what, let's set the record straight here.

Okay? First of all, you have moved on.

More than a few times with people that I even know.

Huh? And second of all,

you made it very clear that you think

that we're better off as friends.

I am just trying to respect that.

Jordan, I only said that

because I knew you wouldn't be able to say

what I wanted to hear.

It just never occurred to me

that you'd meet some other guy and say it to him.

It never occurred to you?

[cell phone rings]Hold on.

This is Hoyt.

I'm on my way.

What is it?Two officers down in Dorchester.

We were responding to a 10-62.

Armed robbery.

Collins and Buck were first on scene.

When we arrived, they'd already

exited their vehicle, guns drawn.

As they approached the storefront,

the subject fired two shots.

Moments later,

he surrendered his weapon, turned himself in.

Where is he?

[Jordan] And the gun?

A .38 special fired from that distance?

Guy's a lucky shot.

It only takes one.

Or in this case, two.

I knew Collins.

He just celebrated his fifth year on the force.

He wanted to make detective.

You're either real cocky

or real stupid.

My guess is both.I didn't shoot nobody!

You see all these cops? You see them all?

Not one of them will blink an eye if I-- Woody!

Collins was wearing his vest.

No way a .38 could've penetrated it.

Well, if not this guy, who?

When we arrived, the area was clear.

Those gunshots, did they echo?

Now that I think of it, yeah.

Means it was shot from a long distance.

Only something high-powered could've pierced Kevlar.

Like a rifle.

A sniper.

Who didn't give a damn about killing cops.

Nigel, can you believe they had this hanging

from a skeleton in the gift shop window?

It does make one chuckle.

Makes us a joke.

[Slokum] Well,

that's a snappy shirt.

What are you doing here, Slokum?

Sylvia Moreau.

Since when is the Governor's Special Commissioner on Crime

in the 21st Century

interested in a suicide two decades old?

You remember the case? That's very impressive.

Especially since you didn't even do an autopsy.

No defensive wounds. Suicide note.

Injuries consistent with a jump.

Autopsy wasn't warranted.

Except that her body landed 20 feet from the window.

That's a distance that is patently indicative of a push.

Are you this desperate for my job?

A suspect came forward.

Saw Terry Duvall leave Sylvia's house that night.

Witness comes forward 19 years after the fact,

just when Terry Duvall is running for Senate.

Sounds like politics of personal destruction.

You--you do earnest so well. I'll give you that.

This is a murder investigation.

If I find that you have buried any evidence whatsoever,

we're talking Tampering, Perjury,

maybe even a little jail time.

Come on. Do you want to come clean?

Okay. It's from the Governor.

You are now officially suspended.

You've got an hour. Take what you need.

Then get out.

[suspenseful rock music]

♪

You know him?

When I got called before the review panel,

he's the ass who opposed

my re-certification.Hmm.

I am Dr. Jack Slokum.

Effective immediately--

Put your food down.

What, do you think I'm-- you think I'm kidding?

Put the food down.

Okay.

Effective immediately,

the Governor has asked me to assume the duties

of the acting Chief Medical Examiner.

Garret Macy has been suspended

pending an internal investigation.

Where is he?

You have any questions

about my appointment,

call the Governor.

Let me save you some time. This was Bob's decision.

This afternoon,

a memo will circulate

detailing my administrative changes.

So until then, why don't we all go back to work, folks,

with a little enthusiasm.

Bob?I have a friend in the Governor's office.

I'll figure out what this is about.

Dr. Cavanaugh, I'd like to see you for a moment.

Actually, I've got a cop shooting in Trace.

Actually, Dr. VJ,

will take Dr. Cavanaugh's case.

Now.

If you think

you can just trump up charges to push Garret out...

Let me give you some advice. And it's free.

Don't argue until you have the facts.

I don't need the facts. I know Garret Macy.

You know what I learned from your certification hearing?

That I'm laggard and my autopsy rate is shamefully slow.

Yes, it is.

But you are so thorough.

And that's why you're going to assist me in my inquest.

Inquest or inquisition?

I have an exhumed body coming in.

I'll see you in Trace.

There are allegations out there

that I was somehow involved in the death

of a young reporter

some 19 years ago.

[knock at door]

I'm not letting this pompous little weasel

push you out.

It's not your battle, Jordan.

What'd you do, kick his dog?

...bearing vague similarities to one I drove

two decades ago was present

at the scene of this woman's death is ludicrous.

[TV clicked off]

20 years ago,

Duvall was Joe Lancaster's campaign manager.

A reporter covering the election died.

Now someone's trying to link Duvall to her death.

It was my case.

I ruled it a suicide.

What does Slokum think he's gonna get from all this?

He's still pissed I got this job instead of him.

He's out for blood.

And the gravy is bringing down a Senate candidate

the Governor doesn't like.

He's having your suicide exhumed.

And he wants me to assist on the autopsy.

That's smart.

That way he can't be accused of railroading me.

No, he's stupid.

Because I'm going to make sure he can't touch you.

You want to help me? Do your job and find the truth.

Garret, you gotta fight this.

Please just do your job, Jordan.

Garret.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

I cannot believe they're doing this.

Is there anything that I can do?

Anything that you need?No, I'm fine, Lily.

You know what, it's gonna be okay.

I...

It's gonna be all right.

You'll be back in a day.

Yeah.

You know, pillow talk with that lady D.A.

could've come back to bite Macy in the ass.

Dr. Macy is the most trustworthy human being I know,

second only to my father.

If anyone is playing dirty here, it's Slokum.

Okay. Thank you.

Officers Collins and Buck busted some gangbanger last year

who swore he'd seek revenge when he got out of jail,

which was three days ago.

I just put out an APB on him.

Well, whoever did this is a crack shot.

Thirty-aught-six rifle bullet

straight through the heart.

Straight through his Kevlar too.

Your job just got a whole lot more dangerous.

How about you make yourself

useful, huh?

He relied on that vest to protect him.

We all do.

We will get this guy, Woody.

[beep]

[Sidney] Survey says Pistolpatronen.

Classified as an armor-piercing projectile,

which means that the bullet has a steel core.

It's illegal except for its use

by law enforcement or the military

or in this case...

German Armed Forces.

Which means our shooter either snuck the bullets

into the country or--Or got it on the black market.

And I think I know just the wienerschnitzel

who might be selling them.

Don't remember saying start without me.

You wanted me in Trace, I'm in Trace.

Sooner we're done, sooner you're out of here.

Uh, fractured depression on the base of the skull

consistent with a jump.

Maybe.

You do realize she left a suicide note.

Type-written. Unsigned.

Convenient.

Sylvia Moreau was a journalist.

It was 1986. She typed.

[Nigel] Speaking of which,

you know the journal

that we found in her casket?

It's an account of Joe Lancaster's

'86 Senate campaign.

That's where she met Duvall. It's pretty heady stuff.

"Just as Kennedy looked into his soul

"and met the challenges of courage,

so Joe Lancaster looks into his heart--"

Do all tox results come with a dramatic reading?

You know what I would do if I were you?

I'd introduce myself to a barber.

Showed diazepam in her system.

Two milligrams. Thank you.

Used to treat depression.

Diagnosable in more than two-thirds of all suicides.

Some people used them for pain, relaxant.

In the 1980s, people popped them like Tic Tacs.

How about this?

Multiple scaring.

This wasn't her first attempt

at suicide-- not by a long shot.

Hate to break it to you,

but you may have to look for someone else's job to poach.

Hansie.

Looks like prison food did a number on you.

You look like a Volkswagen.

Why am I here?

Pistolpatronen Aught-Sixes. German made.

They can turn bulletproof vests into Swiss cheese.

Tilsit.Excuse me?

Tilsit. Like Swiss cheese, only German.

Funny. Funny guy.

You want to know something even funnier?

When my guys picked you up,

they said they found all kinds of Nazi paraphernalia

in your apartment including some antique pistols.

Now, considering you're on parole for arms dealing.

I'd say that's a big 'nein-nein',

wouldn't you, Hansie?

Spill it. Who'd you sell the bullets to?

I'm legit now. I sell on eBay.

[buzzer sound] Wrong answer. Try again.

I do not sell these bullets.

You know, Hans...

[German accent] we have ways of making you talk.

Ah.[cell phone rings]

Wait here.

This is Hoyt.

What?

Where?

Okay.

I'm on my way.

Hey!The stakes just went up, Hans.

They went way up.

Now, if you did not sell those bullets,

you're going to find out who did

and you're going to tell me.

Do you understand? Do you understand, mein herr?

Yes. Yeah. Yeah.

Sorry.

You still here?

Slokum seems to think a grief counselor

is a glorified file clerk.

Thank you.

He has me pulling every autopsy that Garret has ever done.

Every? That's gotta be--

Yeah, 5,112. I'm not even half done.

I thought this was temporary.

Oh, it's just pretentious.

It's terrifying.

The officers responded to a domestic disturbance.

Husband was drunk, waving a gun.

Turns out, it was not loaded.

Officer Pattick

talked him down

and was taken out as he left the scene.

One bullet to the chest.

Pierced his vest,

just like Collins and Buck.

This isn't just any sniper, Woody.

He's after cops.

[Jordan] Depressed fractures

to the skull.

The first vertebrae where her head struck the ground.

I'd say cause of death

is consistent with a jump.

Sure. Lots of fractures.

But none to the arms

and wrists, you'll notice.

None? Did you ever see a jumper

who didn't instinctively break their fall?

Linear fractures.

[Slokum] Oh.

So she fell on her head and her feet at the same time.

That's a very interesting bit of physics.

She was already dead when she was thrown out the window.

There we are, doctor.

[Jordan] Blood along the vertebrae

and at the back of the brain.

She was hit on the head at least two blows.

Now, in my limited forensics,

we don't call that suicide.

We call that murder.

You still think that Garret Macy is a saint?

[cell phone rings]

[answer machine beeps]

[Jordan] Garret, hope you're doin' okay.

Slokum's got us all homicidal down here.

Except for the guy in the gift shop.

Not your biggest fan.

Look, uh, we got the body in. Sylvia Moreau.

She was murdered, Garret.

The physical condition of the body,

the evidence at the scene all support your conclusions,

but...

Slokum doesn't buy it was just a mistake.

He's stepping up his witch hunt.

Listen, I'm doing all I can, but I...

Call me, okay?

[dialing]

Mr. Duvall, it's time to go.

In a few more minutes. The press will wait.

Someone saw a red car. I drove a red Camaro.

You run for office,

people will dig up dirt whether it's there or not.

Well, it is.

You were having an affair with Sylvia Moreau.

You were at her summer house with her that night.

Sure you don't want one?Not hungry.

Wife says comfort food's going to kill me.

But have you ever seen a man die from eating a donut?

Yeah, I have.

You're saying you know I was there.

You're implying you found evidence.

Why don't you bring it forward?

You work for Joe Lancaster,

the most powerful man in Massachusetts.

He got to my boss, my boss got to me.

He said you were about to get married

and exposing your infidelity wouldn't serve anyone.

And my investigation said it was suicide.

Look. I was young.

I was from working-class nowhere.

And I got a job working for Joe Lancaster,

a man that I had admired my entire life.

I was in way over my head with Sylvia.

When I got home that night

and I found out that she had killed herself,

I made a choice.

What, to keep quiet?

No, to keep what I had.

You and I both made choices.

And you and I both know my being there

doesn't say I killed her.

It can't because I didn't.

You go forward with your evidence,

I go down.

But I'm guessing you do as well.

[Sidney] The bullet hit Pattick at a 95 degree angle.

Now, take into account these steps,

this is consistent with the first two victims.

That tells us the sniper shot from street level

as opposed to a rooftop.

Now, since none of the bullets

went through and through,

we know he was at least 150 feet away.

Using a drag coefficient,

we figured out the average decrease of velocity,

which tells us the shooter was standing about...

here.

It's not exactly the grassy knoll.

So what happens?

Our sniper saunters down an open street

carrying a riffle.

Happens to see a cop and boom?

[Sidney] Doesn't make sense.

I mean, the shooter would have to shoot

from somewhere where he can't be seen.

And this clearly isn't it.

What if he was in a car?

[clears throat]

Put them on the coffee table. Flip-flopped.

Tab to tab.

You asked me to speak to Sylvia Moreau's parents.

They gave me the keys to their summer house

where Sylvia died.

They don't know what condition it's in.

They haven't been back since.

Their grief really works for us, doesn't it?

A preserved crime scene.

You're wrong about Garret.

He is an honorable man.

He does everything with dignity.

He forces all of us to follow the rules.

Even if he knows that they're unpopular

or it's just bureaucracy.

He pushes us to find the truth always

without fail.

What you're accusing him of...

he's just not capable of that.

Garret.

You called your boss by his first name?

That's interesting.

We're family here.

We were.

I said put them on the coffee table.

Now, there's a picture

that ought to make a few people happy.

Well, it seems she fell more than 23 feet

out from the house.

Your favorite Dr. Macy either measured wrong

or fudged it.

Why can't you just admit that you're in for Garret's job?

Oh, I'm three times more qualified for it,

but that's not the point.

Look, no one wants to believe

that Shoeless Joe threw the series

or that Pete Rose bet on baseball.

But someone's has to come in here and find the truth.

You think that's why people don't like you?

You think that I don't know what they're saying about me?

But, Dr. Cavanaugh, there was a murder.

And I bet it happened

in there.

[spray bottle squirting]

She really believed in him.

Yeah, well, too bad she didn't get

her brighter tomorrow.

Well, you sure love those toys.

That's because the truth is in the details.

And this Panascan allows me to create a--

duck--

a virtual crime scene.

If this is the crime scene.

This is the crime scene.

Could you close that window?Sure.

A medium velocity spatter pattern here.

Uh-huh. There you have it. Crime scene.

You want to get out of the way, please?

So what do you think he hit her with?

Well, the spatter is proximate to the bedpost.

I think we can assume that Mr. D--

the assailant--

introduced her head to this.

Or he kissed her.

What do you mean?

Rodin's The Kiss.

I'm guessing that Duvall or whomever it was

had a sense of irony.

Well, that's a good catch, Doctor.

Too bad you weren't on the case back then.

Maybe Sylvia would've gotten some justice.

Here.

Good news. Herr Brunner saw the light.

Says he found out

about some Aught-Sixes that were sold last week

to a white male in his early 20s,

goes by the street name of Danger.

Oh, yeah, that's subtle.

Also, a neighbor at crime scene number two

says he remembers seeing a blue minivan

just before the shooting.

Well, we haven't found anything

that screams blue or minivan.

But we'll keep looking.

Chief's decided he is not going to sit on this.

He's authorized a sting to flush this guy out.

What, like a fake radio call?

We'll send in decoy cops wearing level four Kevlar.

SWAT will be positioned to take out the sniper

before he takes out any more of us.

You!

Rule 59.

That comes off, you die.

Welcome to our hell.

Sylvia's college transcripts,

work records, lists of friends.

And I digitized all the original crime scene photos

from the negatives to improve clarity.

The statue's a match. It's the murder weapon.

I pulled the prints off it.

It's a two-point ridge match with Duvall.

So it could be Duvall

or 50,000 other guys.

Yeah, but if it isDuvall,

that's not good for Dr. M. is it?

He call you back?

I left a half dozen messages.

[sighs]

I just--I can't imagine this place without him.

[man on radio] Position four, check.

Position five, check.

Position six, check.

SWAT's in place, let's roll.

[police sirens wail]

[cell phone rings]

Not a good time, Bug.

Listen, Woody, we found glass from a broken reverse

light and some microscopic gold paint chips

at both crime scenes.

You said gold, not blue?

Yeah, affirmative, I ran it through

the mass spectrometer.

They come from a Buick

LeSabre.

Woody?

Suspect is on Taft Street.

I repeat, suspect is on Taft Street

in a gold LeSabre, license plate 4149--

Son of a bitch.

[car ignition revs]

Stop!

Freeze! Police!

Go get that guy. Go get him, get him.

Easy.

[gun clicks]

Easy.

All right, come on.

Better call an ambulance.

[keys tapping]

[pounding on door]

Jordan, it's the middle of the night.

You buried evidence.

The piece of sash from her nightgown,

the negatives.

You son of a bitch, you told me to find the truth.

You knew the truth,

and you covered it up.

[Jordan] All these years,

listening to your lectures:

play by the rules,

tow the line, don't rock the boat.

Are you done?

What was on that missing piece of evidence?

Terry Duvall's fingerprint.

It put him at the house,

but everything else-- all the external

injuries, everything at the scene said it was suicide.

Chief M.E. told me it wasn't our job

to dredge up every private detail of a life.

It was your case.

I was a year on the job. Abby was just born.

Well, the Garret Macy I know would've said to hell with that.

Not everybody can be you, Jordan.

Ready to fight the system from the womb.

But you kept it buried, even now!

What, you didn't trust me enough to help you?

I mean, come on, what are we to each other?

I would've put you in the same position he put me in.

Oh, that's crap.

You would've protected me. It's not what I wanted.

Oh, yeah, that's right. You wanted the truth.

That's why you pulled photos and negatives,

uh, destroyed evidence.

I never destroyed evidence.

It's the first draft of the autopsy report

before I removed anything.

Everything's logged and listed.

You'll find the missing negatives

and the piece of sash with Duvall's print in storage.

You're giving this to me now.

Great. Now I can bury Duvall and you.

[Woody] Our shooter, Tommy Riggs,

13 years old,

known in the local arcades as "Trigger Happy".

You're telling me with a handle like that

no one saw it coming?

All right, we got one half brother, Wayne Riggs,

21, his street name is "Danger".

Unfortunately, he's still at large.

They lived with their father until two months ago,

when he was killed by a police officer

during a botched robbery.

What, is that what this has been about, payback?

You're dad's killed, it's a strong motive.

Yes, still holding.

[Sidney] How about cherry blossoms?

[Woody] How 'bout them?

Well, I found hundreds of them inside the grill,

underneath the hood.

I mean, he probably parks the car

outside near a bunch of cherry trees.

[Bug] Thank you.

And how about pink chalk?

I found trace amounts in the tread

of the car's left rear tire.

Left rear, that's where meter maids leave their mark.

Exactly.

And I just hung up with

the Office of Parking Services.

Now, to make their lives easier,

they use different colored chalk

in different neighborhoods.

In District 11, pink is for Savin Hill.

[Woody] Now we're talking.

McConnell Park, loaded with cherry trees.

Also lots of abandoned buildings around the area.

It'll take forever just to search every nook and cranny.

Forever doesn't work for me.

I'm gonna go see our boy Tommy,

see what he can tell us.

We know he's somewhere in Savin Hill,

maybe near McConnell Park.

Why are you protecting him? Huh?

You see your brother here, looking out for you?

He takes care of me. How?

By making you the trigger man of three murders

and letting you take the fall?

With a brother like that,

who needs enemies?Shut up.

This is not a game, Tommy.

Killing cops does not get you the high score.

It gets you life in prison.

He's my brother.

I can't rat him out.

Every cop in this city right now

wants him in a body bag.

I'll make you a deal.

You tell me where your brother is,

and I swear

I won't let anything happen to him.

You've already lost your father, Tommy.

You wanna lose your brother, too?

Okay, we'll do like the Orient Express.

Each of us takes a turn with a knife and plunges it in--

Lily. I'm sorry.

Slokum has me quantifying my job.

You know what that means?

What's wrong?

Jordan?

He did it.

Duvall?

Garret. One person I thought I knew.

He's been sitting on evidence that would help nail Duvall.

He must have had a reason.

He gave me the evidence.

I bring this stuff forward,

Slokum has everything he needs to take his license at best.

Whatever he did,

we're talking 20 years ago.

It doesn't change who he is.

He walked out of here yesterday

and kept this stuff buried.

You found something?

I'm running Slokum's virtual crime scene.

It's amazing.

You can look at it from any angle--Nigel.

Sorry, so I'm scanning the typewriter

to see what kind of trace Slokum found.

And I realized that

the typewriter ribbon's made of nylon.

The fingerprint that we found on Sylvia's torn sash

had traces of ink in it.

I thought that was just

from the process Dr. M. used back then to lift the print.

But it also has nylon fibers.

You're saying that Duvall touched the ribbon.

Exactly.

And if he had ink on his fingers...

Chances are he got it on something else.

Yeah.

Calibrated and ready to use.

Oh, hi, how's it going?

Do you know that it still jars me

when things are out of place?

Negative 24. It's not in the original file.

And this piece of torn sash...

is missing.

Are you still gonna try and tell me this wasn't a cover-up?

Macy's on his way in.

And then he's on his way out.

[SWAT team shouting orders]

[door squeaks]

[gun cocks] Don't turn around.

Don't be stupid. This place is surrounded.

Drop the gun, now!

[S.W.A.T.] Detective Hoyt!

Stand Down! Everybody, just stand down!

Your brother wants you to survive this.

[kicks gun]

So do I.

Right.

Like anybody's gonna let me walk out of here.

I promised Tommy

that I'd keep you safe.

Okay? You put down that rifle.

You and I will walk out of here together.

You can end this. Right now.

You're right.

[gunshot]

[banging, crashing, shouting]

[officer] We need an ambulance!

[shouts and struggling]

[voice echoes] Sir? Sir? Stay with us!

"I was just doing my job.

I called it the way I saw it."

What a great performance, Garret.

It wasn't a performance.

Yeah, you know I could tear this entire place

and everyone in it apart

just trying to figure out what you buried?

On the other hand, I'm gonna--

We got Duvall.

His fingerprint.

On Sylvia Moreau's campaign journal.

Campaign journal?

This is a private meeting.

The print was laced with nylon from the typewriter ribbon.

Duvall changed it before he typed her suicide note.

He took the time to change the ribbon during a murder?

Why?

Because there was something on the old ribbon

he didn't want anyone to find.

That's speculation.Look.

You want Duvall, his print places him at the murder scene.

What's on the ribbon gives you motive.

Yeah, well the ribbon is gone.

Forget the ribbon.

We've got the typewriter roller.

Okay, here's her suicide note.

And before that--

Well, that looks like a letter

to Duvall's fiancée exposing their relationship.

And his relationships with three other women.

Duvall was a bad boy.

[Jordan] Wait a minute.

[Macy] "Joe Lancaster

is not the man voters think he is."

It's not Duvall she was sleeping with.

It was Joe Lancaster.

[Macy] This is a letter to theBoston Globe.

There's our motive.

Duvall killed her to keep her from destroying his mentor.

Unless--That statue. "The Kiss."

A bit ironic as a murder weapon.

Maybe someone was trying to make a point.

Okay. I took a partial print here.

And now I'm searching for Lancasters to match.

[typing, computer beeps]

[Jordan] Lancaster killed her.

[Slokum] Yeah, but Duvall was the one who changed the ribbon.

He cleaned up the murder scene.

That was Duvall's choice. To protect his boss.

[cell phone rings]

Cavanaugh.

Where? What hospital?

Detective Woody Hoyt? He was shot.

He's right there.

[Jordan] Woody!

Oh, God.

Tell me he's gonna be okay.

The bullet nicked him in the spine

and he's bleeding internally.

We won't know more until we open him up.

Listen to me, Woody.

You're not going anywhere. You understand?

If you want out of my life, you find some other way.

But I am not letting you--

You need to fight this.

I can say what you want me to say.

Woody?

[whispering] Please don't leave me.

Please.

We gotta go.

[The Pretenders] ♪ I remember

♪ Holding on

♪ All them long

♪ Lonely nights

♪ I put you through

♪ Somewhere

♪ Sure I may

♪ But I can't remember

♪ If we said goodbye

♪ But I recall

♪ All of them nights down in Mexico ♪

♪ One place I may never go

♪ In my life again

♪ Was I just off somewhere

♪ Or just too high

♪ But I can't remember

♪ If we said goodbye ♪

Hey.

So, if you had to lose an organ,

spleen's a good choice.

Pretty useless anyhow.

Yeah, I guess.

Dr. Turner said they're gonna wait until the morning

to take you back into surgery.

Good.

That'll give me a few more hours to lie here

and think about how much my life is gonna suck

when I can't walk anymore.

You don't know that, Woody.

There's a good chance there's no nerve damage.

50-50.

You making that bet?

They're flying in a neurologist from New York.

He's supposed to be the best.

Right now you just need to relax.

You need to rest.

What did you whisper to me when they were bringing me in?

You heard that?

Yeah.

Yeah, I heard that.

You say that 'cause you felt sorry for me?

What? No.

You're thinking, he's crippled, so...

Woody, no, I meant every word.

Get out of here.

Woody...

Screw your pity and get out of here.

Now.

Garret.

What are you doing?

The evidence I covered up. I need it back.

I can't bury it. Not again.

I can't do this. Not now.

Sylvia Moreau should've had justice 20 years ago.

You do this, it'll be your job.

Your career. Maybe prison.

Without that sash, Slokum has nothing.

You don't have to do this.

If I can't do what's right...

if I can't set an example, what good am I to anyone?

Well, it looks like you've won.

Duvall was innocent.

It was never about winning.

You always take the high road.

These people...

they will go to the wall for you

if you let 'em.

♪ All them long

♪ Lonely nights

♪ I put you through

♪ But I can't remember

♪ If we said goodbye

♪ No, I can't remember

♪ If we said goodbye

♪ Goodbye...Goodbye ♪

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