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Silence.

That's how Dr. Magnus liked to work.

He liked things to be orderly.

He liked things to be efficient.

He liked just the facts.

Subject is male, 53 years old, Caucasian.

But Dr.

Magnus had this assistant.

And man, did he like to talk.

I'm off. Just popped by to collect my things. Almost left without them. Could

you imagine?

Of course, airport traffic will be a nightmare now.

Oh, hello.

Who have you got there?

Nasty bruise. What happened to him?

Blunt force trauma, by the looks of it.

Right, sorry.

Respect the working silence.

We need silence to think, to make sure we don't miss anything.

Yes, yes, of course.

And I don't want you missing a thing out there, either. Don't worry.

I'll make meticulous notes and report everything back to Admiral Kane.

It'll be the most rigorously chronicled three days since the Woodstock Music and

Art Fair.

What's in the mysterious package?

Something for an old friend.

Haven't seen him for a while. It's not a social call, you know.

There's gonna be eyes on you, too.

Remember, you'll be representing the East Coast on the West Coast.

Indeed I will.

He was all squared away for that cross-country trip.

up doctor but i had no idea he was coming i'd be lost without that wouldn't

i i had no idea that pendleton was about to get hit by the one

and only dr donald ducky mallard

You see the memo this morning?

From headquarters?

Yeah. Didn't make any sense.

It says Admiral Payne is sending a liaison to see if we need an in-house

medical examiner. What part didn't make sense? We already have a medical

examiner. Dr.

Tango's a county M.A. He's not exclusive to us, you know.

He's not?

How long you been working here now, Gail?

Morning.

Morning. Ooh, Mary Jo got the good coffee.

How's it going?

Living the dream.

Hey,

Sparky, forgetting something?

Sourdough.

It's your favorite.

Here,

sourdough. That's your favorite. What's wrong with it?

Nothing. Oh, yeah, no. This is heaven. You never say no to Kowalski's, but are

you sick or something? That's what my mom used to do.

Oh, what?

I'm checking out. I don't want you to. Stop. I'm trying to check for... I'm not

sick! Then why don't you want the bread?

Watch the crumbs, Randolph.

Did you guys read this?

Yeah, we read it, sir. It says Pendleton could be next in line to get our own in

-house medical examiner. Just like HQ.

That's what it says, but that's not what it means. We are DC's scrappy little

brother. They are never going to give us our own M.E. Then why are they... It's a

cover, Randolph.

For what?

The restructure.

Rumor has it they're talking about changing the agency's name. To what?

What's wrong with NIS? Forget about the name.

An agency-wide restructure means transfers, firings. This liaison is

coming to gather intel on us, so we need to, you know, make the office look good,

make it look necessary.

Clear? Mary Jo, has Frank seen the memo?

I briefed him. Who knows if he heard?

What does that mean?

I don't know.

Something's up with him. Yeah, well, he submitted some veterinary bills for

reimbursement, and I rejected them.

Yeah, I know we all love Gary Callahan, but he's still a dog, and the bills were

excessive. I'm sorry, could you please just not talk to me right now? I have a

splitting headache.

Why are you two not at the crime scene?

What crime scene?

We had a call come in a half an hour ago. I told Gail to tell you.

Gail, I swear to God.

Gail!

NIS? The rest of you guys are already inside with the body. Thanks, man.

Appreciate it. Victim's name is Mimi Lamb, wife of Navy Lieutenant Commander

Roland Lamb.

They own the restaurant.

Hawaiian joint, not open to the public yet. No sign of forced entry.

Husband came in this morning, found the wife dead, and called 911.

We figured out the naval connection and called you. Here is the husband's

statement. Where is he? I sent him home.

Why would you do that?

Guy was distraught. Said he needed to be alone.

You sent our witness home before we could talk to him? I wrote it all down.

We need to do our own interview.

Ma'am.

This is our crime scene. I'm telling you right now, I'm averse to people yelling

in my face. Well, I'm averse to idiots. How about that? Okay. Wow, I think we

might be getting unnecessarily hostile.

Randall! There's no need for name-calling. Quit yapping and get in

here. Well, you act like an idiot. I'm gonna call you an idiot. Ma'am.

The hell is he? Randall!

Yeah, I'm here.

She's frozen salad?

You think?

There's a computer over there needs looking at. Where the hell you been?

Why is everyone so hostile today?

What?

I'm gonna look at the computer, boss. Hops a dumbass. Sent him and his buddies

home. Look at the pictures he took of the crime scene.

His fingers are in half of them.

Here. I'll get that.

You might want to get some of the freezer handle. It's busted.

What do you think, Chief?

Someone put her in there, and she walked into the freezer herself, got stuck.

It's not the freezing I'm concerned about.

It's the unfreezing.

I'm reminded of the Swedish warship Vasa.

It sank in 1628 and was recovered 300 years later, almost intact, preserved by

the icy waters of the Baltic Sea.

The crew, however, were not so lucky.

Thawing a human body is a tricky process.

Although, I do recall there was one sailor whose brain was salvaged after

being frozen for three centuries.

Who the hell are you?

Dr. Mallard?

Hello, Jethro.

You haven't changed one bit.

What are you doing here?

I'm your liaison.

We were supposed to send out a memo.

I didn't mention a name. What memo?

I didn't know you'd be here either until Admiral Kane gave me a file on all the

employees in your office.

Jethro is the reason I came to work for NIS. He once told me I'd make a good

medical examiner. Do you remember?

12 years is a long time. Our time together was undeniably cut short, but

you must remember that.

It was the better part of a week after I was driving on the wrong side of the

road and smashed into a car in which Jethro here was being detained.

Inside the boot of all places. I don't care who sent what memo. This here's a

damn crime scene.

The last place one would expect for a reunion.

Boss, Dr. Mallard is the assistant M.E. in D.C. He is here to figure out if our

office needs an in-house M.E. Yeah, Wheeler reminded us to be good hosts.

Bernard Randolph.

I had a great-grandfather named Bernard.

He had red hair, too. We don't need an Emmy. We've got tango.

Oh, of course you do. I'm just observing.

That pattern is Luis Senor, if I'm not mistaken.

Although, I imagine you prefer the tribe's proper name, Payamkawichum,

People of the West.

How'd you know? It's that distinctive weaving pattern.

It was featured on a collectible postage stamp.

And I happen to have a fondness for the fine hobby of philately.

Uh, but please do, uh, carry on with your work.

Um, just, uh, yeah, just pretend I'm not here.

Was the victim killed first or did she die in the freezer?

I really can't make a calm mistake.

It's like Dr. Mallard said, body has to be thought.

How long is it gonna take him? About three days.

May I tell you a story about my great-grandfather, Bernard? Oh, my God,

yes, please.

Shut your pie hole, Rando.

So I ain't gonna get a cause of death for three days. When he was a boy,

Grandpa Bernard had an indomitable love for windmills.

Wait, is that the metal thing with the chicken on top? No, dear heart, that's a

weather vane. Okay, I'm done. Get out.

Hey, come on.

Mike, he's our liaison.

I don't care who you are. I said, get out.

Now.

My apologies, Jethro.

Seems our time together has been cut short once again.

What the hell, man?

So we're at the crime scene and Dr. Mallard is saying this unbelievably

interesting stuff in a super delightful way. He's just sprinkling sunshine on

the whole crime scene. But Franks gets weirdly hostile about it. Lost and found

to the rescue.

Don't you dare ask me to go to the dry cleaner.

My headache's killing me. And I told you not to put that fountain pen in your

pocket. Why was Franks hostile? I don't know. Him and Lala are both in a mood

today. You know Franks is mad because you didn't reimburse the vet bills.

They were excessive.

Wait, is Gary sick?

I don't know, Randolph. If something's wrong with Gary, then Franks is probably

sad. You know, maybe Lala's sad, too, because they both get aggressive when

they're sad. They really are two peas in a pod. Lala kicked a cop out the crime

scene. Franks kicks out Dr. Mallard. Wait.

Franks did what? He kicked Mallard out. Sorry.

That's what I was going to get to, but then Mary Jo walked in with a

sweatshirt, which looks great, by the way. Don't worry, though.

Dr. Mallard is cool. Yeah, that's what they want us to think. They send a nice

guy, they get us to let our guard down, and then they use our vulnerabilities as

a reason to shut us down.

Where did he go?

Dr. Mallard?

I don't know.

This is a disaster. He's probably on the phone right now with the Admiral telling

him our office is a bunch of rude redundancies.

I need to make some calls.

Oh, we're also in the middle of a case. We found a woman's body in a walk-in

freezer. If you want an update on... that.

It's my fault.

Mimi asked me to fix the freezer door handle weeks ago.

You think it was an accident?

She went in to do inventory. The door closed.

She couldn't get out.

That's not what happened.

The autopsy's not done yet.

We had no idea how hard it was gonna be.

Opening a restaurant?

Moonlighting.

Supply officer, right? Yeah.

And Mimi does IT.

Stands for information technology.

She works with computers.

She does consulting, helps companies go digital.

What companies?

I could get you their names.

It's hard for me to keep them all straight. She's always coming and going.

Mimi's really good, though.

She had this idea for the restaurant that one day people would be able to

order food.

Right from their computers.

Wow.

Yeah.

Commander, when was the last time you saw your wife?

Friday morning.

We had a fight.

I thought she went to her sister's.

The restaurant was a lot.

We were under so much stress.

What were you fighting about?

Prices on the menu.

Who were you over the weekend?

At home.

Can anyone verify that?

No.

Just like anyone else, we had a normal fight.

I would never hurt her. I love her.

I ain't buying the whole sad husband act. Me neither. Accident my ass.

Guy probably tampered with the door handle, cover up the fact he killed her.

Well, good morning to you too. Morning, Andy.

Chief, what the hell's going on in here?

Lenore's out.

And we just had a mass casualty collision come in. So, what, our body's

just gonna sit here on ice?

No, there's a plan in motion.

Dr. Mallard's gonna handle your case.

I hope to God you're yanking my chain right now.

I'm not yanking your chain, Mike.

Dr. Mallard came by after you kicked him out of the crime scene to take notes in

our facility.

Wheeler called, apologized to him profusely.

Long story short, it's all in motion. What's in motion? A trial run for your

in-house medical examiner.

What? It's perfect timing. Your victim needs to be thawed carefully over three

days. But you can cut that down to two if somebody's watering the body.

I mean, if the guy wants to sit here and water the body.

Not here. Wheeler put in a call for a temperature-controlled shipping

container so Dr. Maller can give your case his full attention.

It'll be located on Pendleton, right outside your office door.

How the hell could you agree to this?

You saw me yelling at him. You know I can't stand him.

You yell at everyone, Mike.

You yell at Lala all the time and you like her, don't you?

Guys, let's move it out.

Chief. Chief, look at me.

That bow tie might as well be speaking to a heelie. I can't understand a word

he says.

Aw, buck up, Mike.

I couldn't understand you at first either.

Better late thrive as never, as my great-grandfather Bernard used to say.

That an insult?

What did he just say?

I don't think so.

Can't believe Tango would want this. We give King Georgian in, the next thing

you know, he's recommending a permanent in-house Yahoo.

No, Wheeler said that's not happening. Yeah, no, this is really about some big

restructure. Agency name changes, firings, transfers. Our office could

close. It's a whole thing.

Wheeler said Dr. Mallard's gonna report back to HQ, like, let him know if we're

just a bunch of redundancies, but... I don't know. He seems pretty harmless.

Thank you, gentlemen.

He's writing about us in that book.

I doubt it. Jethro, come and have a look at this.

The hell's he calling you Jethro for?

You don't go by your middle name, do you? Your middle name's Jethro? What

kind of person calls you by your middle name for no damn reason? And I don't

trust them.

Get in there, Proby.

See what your buddy's writing about us in that book. We're not really buddies.

I knew him for a couple of days 12 years ago.

Jethro! Come quick, old pal. I've made an intriguing discovery.

Get moving, Jethro.

Find out if he's trying to shut us down.

Whew. Cold in there. 45 degrees, to be exact.

So what's the, uh... Intriguing discovery, yes.

Yes, come look here.

If you peek right in there, she's holding something.

You see it?

Huh. It's pink.

Plastic? Impossible to tell until the fist thaws enough for me to unfurl it.

Uh, do you mind? The valve's just outside.

I believe the time of death was Friday evening.

The body froze solid over the weekend.

You can stay and observe, if you like.

Uh, sure, if you don't mind me staying. Sorry, I'm going to need you to be

quiet.

Respect the working silence, as my mentor always says.

Applying water to subject's face to speed the thawing process.

Do you really not remember suggesting I join NIS?

We were in DC, that part you remember, of course, and we were day drinking,

which, to be fair, doesn't exactly help one recall detailed information.

But there you were, standing on the street, looking into a little shop, and

there was a ship in the bottle in the window.

You had this curious look on your face, and you said... I thought you wanted

silence, Dr. Mallard.

My friends call me ducky.

Attempting to lift one of the eyelids now.

Ah, petechial hemorrhaging.

That subject may have been strangled. Jethro, come look.

There was foul play here, no doubt about it.

And strangulation is often a crime of passion.

Frank's and Lala think her husband could have tampered with the freezer handle.

Made it look like an accident.

A most astute theory.

Stands to reason, whatever she was clutching when she died will only tell

us more.

Hey, Herm.

You've been like this all day.

Herm's down in the vault.

Who's watching Gary?

There's not much to watch.

He's just laying there. He looks sick.

He ain't sick.

Took him to the vet four times.

They think he's depressed.

About what? I don't know. Kowalski ain't like I can ask him. Why don't you try

cheering him up?

How's it going with the spy from the district?

See this?

This is how it's done. That idiot cop thinks he can pass off as crappy

Polaroids. No.

This is a crime scene photo.

The hell is everyone?

And then he has the nerve to tell me he's averse to people yelling in his

face. Freaking idiot.

Where did this come from?

It's Mimi's. I brought it over from the restaurant.

You can just pick it up and move it without losing everything else.

Seriously, Mike?

What? You unplug a clock radio, you plug it back in, it's Lincoln 12 o'clock. No,

no, no. It's all here, boss, and it's all pretty interesting.

The accounting log shows that the Lambs were in a ton of debt with the

restaurant already.

Husband didn't mention that to Gibbs.

Life insurance.

Is that modest policy on Mimi? Husband Roland is the beneficiary?

Also... Gibbs just stopped by, said there's possible evidence of

strangulation, but we got to wait for the body to finish thawing so Dr.

Mallard can see if there are bruises on the neck, because blood can't pool when

it's frozen. It's actually really fascinating what Dr. Mallard said

about... So husband had motive, means, and opportunity, and when the body's

finished melting, we can prove she got strangled. Everything we have on Roland

Lam is circumstantial, though. We need to build a timeline, and I talked to

Mimi's sister. She was super unhelpful.

Coworkers. Roland called in with the names of the companies where Mimi did

IT.

What is that?

Computers, Mike.

Mimi consulted at an electronics repair store, a factory, and a law firm.

She went to all three places the Friday before she was found in the freezer.

Saddle up, Randall. Let's go.

Don't you want me to finish looking through these files?

Mimi is a computer lady. How am I supposed to talk to her employers

without embarrassing myself?

You got Lala.

She knows what IT stands for, and I'm pretty sure she's already in the car.

And next thing you know, we're both kidnapped.

Mind you, this is his second time.

Second time? Really?

Hey, probably.

So was it the mob?

Well, it was more of a crime. What the hell is this?

Did you find out what he's writing about? It's in that book. No, but I

don't think it's anything bad.

He's just focused on the case.

Don't look like it.

They all just came out to look at the shipping container. Then Dr. Mallard

cured Mary Jo's headache.

He used to be a medical doctor.

Really?

He got to you.

What?

You're shot, Proby.

Dominguez, I'm shoving you in. Me and Proby will go to the company. You stay

here and get a read on Mallory.

Yeah, he was very, very brave, that man. Well, until the time came to end up a

conversation with a woman that he loved. Yeah, Mimi was a real nice lady.

What was she doing here on Friday?

She was setting up a digital system to help us track all our repairs.

Dude, people love claiming we didn't fix stuff we already fixed.

But when they see it itemized on a computer screen, they can't say it

didn't happen, you know what I mean?

Need me to turn that on for you?

Turn it on myself.

So what's in the notebook?

Well, that, nothing earth-shattering.

No strangulation bruises apparent on the neck as of yet.

We'll check for a collapsed trachea once the body's thawed, and I'm able to

conduct a full physical examination.

We're a seed processing plant. We sort and treat in-house, and we distribute

the seeds around the country. Tom Noose's lamb leave on Friday.

Around 5 o'clock, 5.30?

She was digitizing our files so we can go international.

She's the only one I trust with my computer.

Welcome to see what she was doing on it.

No loose teeth or other evidence of an altercation.

Right mandibular second molar appears to have a filling.

Porcelain.

Most people don't know I'm pretty handy.

It is brilliant.

You fancy a cup of tea?

Mimi was going to install Windows 3.1 on all our systems.

She was great.

A lot of experience setting up IT for sensitive projects.

We have high-profile clients, so discretion is key.

I have a six o'clock.

Holler if you need me.

Top secret projects.

Think Mimi told her husband about them?

See what we got.

Oh, come on!

What happened?

Unbeknownst to any of us, she had the antidote hidden in her knickers the

entire time.

What is it, my dear?

Has your tea gone cold?

Gibb said you used to be a medical doctor.

Your doctor's good.

Extremely thorough.

I just, uh... I can't talk to anyone here about it.

You'll leave it out of your report to the Admiral, right?

You have my word.

You know Kowalski?

With the glasses?

Lovely chap.

He's the best.

He bakes this bread.

His sourdough is my favorite.

I don't like it anymore.

At all.

I can't stand the taste of it.

Your doctor did explain what a traumatic brain injury means.

He said there aren't many studies.

Correct. But we do know that it can rewire the brain, meaning we may no

longer like the things we once did, like a river that hits a dam and starts

to flow in a different direction.

It's like, who am I, you know?

And what if this is just the beginning?

I don't want to hurt Kowalski's feelings.

I don't want to hurt anyone.

There is one thing you can take solace in.

Your heart clearly hasn't changed one bit.

You are still you.

Perhaps you just have a penchant for pumpernickel now.

Thank you.

Cecilia, wait.

It's thawed.

Her hand? You can open it.

It's a note.

Rolam. Roland Lam.

Her husband.

Oh, my.

It appears our victim has just handed us the name of her killer.

Sorry to keep you waiting. Forgot the file, and I had to run upstairs to get

it. Yesterday was leg day, so yeah, the hammies are on fire.

Special Agent Randolph.

Thanks for coming back in, Roland.

Do you mind if I call you Roland?

Or do you have a nickname you prefer?

Maybe Ro?

Or Ro-Ro?

Roland is fine.

Why am I here?

Well, unfortunately, someone named you as a suspect in your wife's murder.

Who?

Your wife, actually.

We found this in Mimi's hand.

The shaky handwriting suggests she was in a rush or under duress when she wrote

it.

It was possibly the last thing she did before she died.

So anything you feel like getting off your chest?

I already told Agent Gibbs the freezer door handle was broken.

Yeah, you mean the accident theory?

Here's the thing.

Our M.E. is saying there was foul play, possible strangulation.

Someone strangled him.

That's what the evidence is suggesting.

That doesn't make any sense. He and I are the only ones who had keys to the

restaurant. The police said there was no sign of forced entry. Hey, look at this.

Randy's nice and in debt. The guy's still denying it. Boss. What did Lala

find out about Mallard's notebook?

What? Oh, nothing.

She agrees with me. He's not trying to get us shut down.

Boss, please, I need you to look at this.

Lala was looking through that cop's photos again and found something. What?

This is the cop's Polaroid of Mimi's desk.

There's a stapler next to the computer.

Lala's photo?

Stapler's gone.

Where'd it go?

And we tracked down the cop. You think he's withholding evidence? Let's get

that son of a bitch in here. We did.

He's outside, talking to Lala.

What evidence did you take?

You're withholding evidence!

Sir? I'm telling you, I'm averse to people yelling in my face.

I'll show you averse.

Hey, get out of here, Mike!

Stop! Stop! Enough! Stop it! All of you, stop! Enough!

Mike, no one is withholding anything.

Officer Marino thought that the evidence he got from the scene was dropped off at

our office, but it wasn't. One of his guys is bringing it over now.

Good heavens, what's all the commotion?

You and your little butt can go back inside.

Bollocks, you're bleeding.

Step inside. Let me tend to the wound.

Well, you're in luck.

No stitches required.

Are you feeling at all woozy?

Not fully domesticated, I see. That's unfortunate.

What is this?

Where's all the stuff about us, about shutting us down?

What? I'm afraid you've been misinformed, dear boy.

My objective here is to determine whether this office would benefit from

an in-house M.E.

Now, these were special circumstances in which I could be of service, but

overall, this office runs smoothly as is. Don't you agree?

So you're just in here working the case? As Mother always says, a helping hand is

a gift ne'er forgotten.

I finished thawing the body and conducted a full autopsy. Oddly enough,

there was no bruising on the neck. It seems she wasn't strangled after all.

Why, did she freeze to death?

No. No evidence of perimortem hypothermia.

Believe it or not, the petechial hemorrhaging could be consistent with

poisoning. The moment the body thought I had a blood sample curried over to your

forensics lab. I'm awaiting the results.

May I?

Gibb says he used to be a people doctor.

I was.

You know anything about dogs?

I got a dog.

Well, he ain't mine.

He's a special agent.

Bet says he's depressed.

You ever heard of anything like that?

What's his name?

Gary Callahan.

Sounds like more of a friend than a dog.

There is a phenomenon I've heard about in which animals mimic their owner's

state of mind.

Is it possible that you're depressed, Agent Franks?

Is something bothering you?

You know anything about brothers?

Me and mine, we don't talk.

Older or younger.

Older brothers can be complicated, can't they?

But if I'm correct about Gary mirroring your emotions, then the only way he's

going to get better is if you fix yourself, Michael.

Don't wait until it's too late.

Call your brother.

Evidence is here.

Thanks, Doc.

Look at this crap.

This just looks like normal desk stuff.

What about the box?

What is happening?

It is shocking what that cop considered evident.

Also... No spoons?

What is this?

It's a floppy disk. It's for the computer. For the computer to what?

Dang it, it's password protected.

Because you use her computer, Randall. Put it north.

It's the disk that's password protected, Mike, not the computer.

A password could be anything.

Maybe... 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6?

Nope.

Try password.

Pardon me.

Forgive the intrusion. I just heard back from Woodrow at the lab.

Tremendous sense of humor, by the way.

But it turns out our victim's blood is clean.

You're telling me she wasn't poisoned either.

So what happened to her, then?

It pains me to say, I simply don't know.

Yeah, baby!

We're in.

What? How?

Ro-lam.

Mimi wasn't naming her killer. She was writing down her password.

Password for what?

Or limp disc.

Floppy disc.

Holy crap.

These are plans to a frickin' bioweapon.

They're gonna sell it to the highest bidder. A bioweapon? Like Agent Orange?

No, this is some kind of nerve agent.

It says it makes your muscles spasm, heart stops, leads to suffocation.

Where you getting that? It says it right here.

I can't read it. He's rolling the words up. Put it on the board, Randall.

How? Write it on a paper, Randall. Get a pen and put it up there so I can read

it. Mary Jo!

This is what killed her.

What?

This very nerve agent is what killed her. The suffocation caused the

petechial hemorrhaging. Her blood was clean because it was thawed.

It says here the nerve agent is only stable when frozen.

You can't trace it at room temp?

Oh, dear.

I believe I've just thawed away the murder weapon.

We think Mimi was doing IT for a fourth company her husband didn't know about.

Something off the books.

Partner at the law firm where Mimi works said it was something she'd done before.

We're trying to track down the company now.

She's setting up their computers.

She copies them to a disk to report the company.

They kill her first.

using their untraceable nerve agent. It's unfathomable.

Yeah.

Sounds like something out of a spy movie.

No.

Unfathomable that this seemingly ordinary individual accomplished the

extraordinary.

She knew about the nerve agent. She'd read about it in the file.

She was at the restaurant when she started feeling the symptoms.

In her final moments, she had the wherewithal to write down the password.

She'd read the file.

She knew what was happening to her. You think she walked into the freezer on

purpose?

She knew that if her blood was frozen, we could figure out what killed her.

She was trying to communicate with me.

And I didn't hear her.

In all of Dr. Magnus's years as a medical examiner, he never managed to

destroy a murder weapon. There's no way you could have known.

When I was a medical doctor...

I could cure a headache, talk patients through distressing symptoms, even give

advice about a dog.

Because it's all about communication, conversation.

Now I speak into a bloody machine about how the subject had coffee in her

stomach, a filling in her molar, or a blockage in her artery that she probably

never even knew about.

With a living patient, I can look at them and ask, what can I do to help you?

I can't ask her that. What can I do to help you?

Mimi Lam, what can I do to help you?

You have a porcelain filling in your molar.

What?

Porcelain, Jethro.

Porcelain. is an insulator. It can stay colder longer than the rest of the body.

Oh, Mimi, you clever girl.

Some of the nerve agent you so valiantly tried to preserve in your blood could

still be present in your tooth.

Jethro, quickly, find some ice! We need to get this tooth to Woodrow.

It's... there's... Go on, give it some stick!

I hear you, darling.

Loud and clear.

Well? Dr. Mallard is a fellow genius.

Porcelain kept the tooth cold long enough for us to grab a sample of the

nerve agent. Can you trace it to the company that made it? No, but I can tell

you how it works.

Liquid A and Liquid B come together and activate each other.

Like Voltron.

Yeah, and just as deadly.

Like I said, I can't tell you who made it, but one of the chemicals is a

pesticide. We need to run down all the pesticide companies in the area.

Well, I'm not a detective, but...

It's probably the company that Mimi's consulting at now, right?

What do you mean, Phil?

Mimi wasn't consulting at any pesticide company.

Symbiosis Seed Co.? That's a seed processing plant, isn't it?

Yeah. Well, a lot of times these places make their own pesticides, too, so their

specific seeds can withstand their specific pesticides.

How do you know that, Phil?

I don't know, 32 years of living on this planet? You're very knowledgeable for

your age. When Ducky came to town, it all came down to something as ordinary

as a tooth.

The owner of the seed factory confessed to poisoning Mimi Lamb's iced coffee to

stop her from blowing the whistle.

The whole company went down.

Lives were saved.

Thanks to one extraordinary lady.

Evidence?

No, I'm returning these to Mimi Lam's husband.

Oh, hey, uh, I found this recipe.

I was wondering if you could make it sometime.

I didn't know you liked pumpernickel.

Just trying something different.

You kick ass.

When Ducky came to town, he helped us with more than just the case.

Brando, I'm looking for you. Hey, boss.

I know I'm off the desk now, but after today, I feel like it's pretty important

to get these case files typed into the computer.

I'm going to do it in my own downtime, but being able to search all these old

cases just by clicking a button seems like the future, you know? Yeah,

whatever. Listen, word is Gary reflects emotions.

I need you to take him a few days.

Make him happy.

Like you.

Give him back when he's good.

Cuny's allergic to dogs.

So get a hotel room. Submit your receipts to Wheeler.

There was a lot of extraordinary stuff that happened when Ducky came to town.

But that's how it always was when he was around.

Jethro Tull, the band's namesake, was an English farmer who bolstered the British

agricultural revolution by inventing a horse-drawn drill in 1701.

Jethro. A name for a leader of men.

Am I really the only one who calls you that?

Around here?

Yeah.

Ah, this is me.

What's this?

I thought you should have one of your own.

Open it later.

Let's not let another 12 years go by, young Jethro.

Hey, Ducky.

Seemed to work pretty good in there without the tape recorder.

When Ducky got back to D.C., something extraordinary happened for him, too.

He ditched his old way of doing things.

He took what he learned, and he started doing what came natural.

He started talking to the bodies like they were people.

And he listened like they were people, too. Hello.

I'm Dr. Mallard. What's your name?

Julian.

I met a Julian on the island of Carpathos once.

Have you ever been to Greece?

It's gorgeous this time of year.

What I didn't know was that once he started talking to them, he'd never shut

up.

I missed that.

i miss hearing him every day i miss my friend

he

always had a way of knowing who i was meant to be