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The body of millionaire Davis Perry was found early this morning,

the apparent victim of a mugging gone awry.

Doctor Cavanaugh from the Medical Examiner's office, what can you tell us?

The weather report calls for rain. But hey! Don't believe everything you hear.

How many of your guys were on duty at the time?

Uh... / Actually, hold that thought. I'll be right back.

Jordan! Top of the morning to you!

Yeah. These people need to get a life.

Yeah, well they're all wishing they had his.

Davis Perry, forty-two years old, lived yonder in the Chadwick Towers.

His wallet was missing, but we did ID him off of this.

World United Charities.

Seems Mister Perry was quite the do-gooder.

Well, anybody worth a gazillion dollars ought to be spreading the wealth.

Lividity's set. He's been dead at least eight hours.

Two gunshot wounds to the chest,

only one stayed at the party.

I'll have my boys look for the other bullet.

There's no soil on the shoes, but these scratch marks here?

They're drag marks. Perry wasn't killed here.

Seems that death is not a bed of roses.

What do you make of these, Jordan?

Track marks from a golf cart?

Or a car.

Mister Gerloff!

Chief Gerloff, head of security at Chadwick Towers,

this is Doctor Cavanaugh of the Medical Examiner's office.

Those cars... who do they belong to?

The Towers maintain a fleet of thirty.

Who has access to them?

Every resident, and all the staff.

Well, that narrows things down.

Excuse me.

Cavanaugh?

Don't take things at face value.

I never do. Who is this?

Look, pall, tying up an M.E.'s phone line while you do the one-hand salute

is kind of like a felony, so please...

That's not where he died.

How do you figure that?

Do your job. You'll see.

Oh, but you're doing it so well for me.

Unless you're just a reporter fishing around for information.

There's a pair of cufflinks in his left pants pocket.

I said left.

Now do you believe me?

Crossing Jordan 4x02 Out of Sight

Jill Hennessy

Miguel Ferrer

Ravi Kapoor

Kathryn Hahn

Steve Valentine

Jerry O'Connell

This guy was no crank, Woody.

He knew too much... about the body, the cufflinks...

Why you?

Uh, that news reporter. She said my name.

They must have been reporting live.

Ten seconds on the Internet, he could have gotten your phone number.

Are you sure he was watching you?

Could still be for all I know. Like some sick cat and mouse game.

All right. Well, I'll put a trace on your phone, but if he contacts you again...

I know, I know. Keep him on the line as long as possible.

No. I wasn't going to say that.

Don't piss him off.

If he is our killer it could make things worse.

Okay. Don't worry. I know how to play nice.

I do! Really.

Morse Federal Prison

I thought you had the thankless job of grim reaper.

It's grief counselor, Detective, and it's far from thankless.

The department requires Miss Lebowski to do eighty hours of field work.

Ah. Watch and learn, sweetheart.

Sweetheart?

This is how I found him.

- What time was that? - Oh, six hundred.

We do a cell check every two hours.

- Who is he? - Not sure.

Picked him up at Logan nine months ago using a fake passport.

He'd flown in from Sudan. Didn't speak English.

So you don't even know his name?

We couldn't pronounce the one on the passport,

so we called him Kenny.

How did he land in solitary?

Prisoner refused to eat... disobeyed orders.

You mean orders in English?

Any other prisoners have access to him?

No, not in here.

Well, this was a wasted trip.

You find anything funky, Doctor Macy, give me a call.

His personal effects.

My gift to you, Grief Counselor.

Let's get him down.

Trace Evidence: Davis Perry

Nice sound byte this morning, Jordan.

Yeah, no comment. Just seemed too easy.

You ought to give easy a try sometime. How's it going?

I'm placing the time of death somewhere between ten p.m. and one this morning.

- The fundraiser ended at ten thirty. - Oh, you were there?

Yeah, I get invited to these things all the time,

and I go when it's a good cause.

Hmm. Life as a big mucky-much.

- Did you see Perry there? - From afar.

We didn't exactly run in the same circles.

Ah. The guy really had the life...

the most eligible bachelor in Boston, worth zillions of dollars...

That's right, so there will be lots of eyes on this.

Keep it by the book.

Sure, take all the fun out of it.

Pass me one of those scrapers, please.

What did you find?

Looks like...

blood and tissue, indicative of struggle.

- I'll have Sydney run it. - Great. Thanks.

Hi.

Jordan, some cheeky bastard left you a message, but he didn't leave his name.

Check the far left dumpster behind the west tower....

Go find Woody. Let him know about this.

Let the games begin.

Did you see Mr. Perry come back from the fundraiser? Chadwick Towers - West

No, no, but he, uh, always used the private resident entrance rather than the main lobby.

I'd like to see the surveillance tapes for that entrance, please.

So would I,

but unfortunately the cameras were disabled while we overhauled the security system.

The design of this place is a little bit more form than function.

Sounds safer in my seven hundred dollar apartment.

Yeah, well, now the new system can withstand a terrorist attack...

full security lock down, scrambled phone frequency...

It's basically one giant safe house. This is Mister Perry's right here.

This is Hoyt.

Hey, what's up, Nigel?

I'm on it.

Before we go inside, could you take me to the garbage dumpsters behind the west tower?

Nigel, you were in the military, right?

Counter intelligence for the Royal Navy.

I'd tell you more, but then I'd have to kill you.

What do make of this?

Oh, cool! A Queen Victoria Medal of Honor.

Eighteen Ninety-eight... that's during the Sudan War,

led by the great Kitchener of Khartoum,

or K of K as he was more commonly known.

How you know this stuff is beyond me.

Ah, it's all part of the Townsend mystique, love.

Hey, look. There's some initials there... A.S.

Could you find out who it belonged to?

I could do some research, come up with a list of honorees.

You're a dream.

A regular genie in a bottle.

Infected ulcers on both legs,

with inflammation around the ankles and knees. Tace Evidence: "Kenny"

There's also swelling on the wrists, and severe abdominal bruising.

None of this is indicative of a hanging.

No, but it's all consistent with physical abuse.

What about this?

That's older than nine months.

Facial scarification... It's common amongst African tribes.

It's usually part of an initiation rite, like a boy's journey into manhood.

This is weird?

- Ligature abrasions are bland. - Why is that weird?

Blood flowing to the brain usally causes a pinkish discoloration.

But if the blood had already stopped flowing...

You mean, like, if he was already dead?

Kenny didn't hang himself. Someone else did.

What is it you're looking for?

I'm hoping I'll know that when I see it.

All right.

Oh, yeah. Got something here,

if I could just hook it with my foot. Come on. Come to Pappa. Come on.

Almost got it.

That's why I get paid...

the big bucks.

We have the same job, you and I. Boston Precinct: Interrogation

We both try and keep the peace.

But sometimes the stress can make you overact, am I right?

I used necessary and appropriate force.

And that excuses Kenny's bruises, his bleeding lesions and swollen joints.

Well, some days I watch fifty, sixty inmates.

I got a right to protect myself.

What about Kenny's rights?

He was an illegal. He didn't have any.

I think you wanted to teach him a lesson, but things got out of hand.

You went beyond necessary and appropriate and you killed him.

But, hey! You're just doing your job. You shouldn't have to take the fall,

so you rigged a fake suicide to get yourself off the hook.

It's a nice fairytale.

Stick to your story as long as you want, but eventually the dead always talk.

Two names on the list match the initials on the medal.

Aman Sidra and Abraham Sawa.

But facial scarification was most common among the Dinka tribe of Southern Sudan.

That was Abraham Sawa's tribe.

Right. So now all you have to do is track his lineage...

To find his twenty-two year old great-great-great-great grandson.

Great work, Nancy Drew.

Whatever family Kenny has, they deserve to know what happened to him.

Oh! How did it go with the prison guard?

Well, he's playing hard to get, but that makes me want him all the more.

Lily, Doctor Macy... you need to see this.

I was looking broken bones, sealed fractures, anything signaling abuse.

- You see that? - More like what I don't see.

There are no ossification centers at either end of the clavicle.

Lily, how old did you say Kenny was?

Twenty-two, according to his file. Why?

When we're born, our clavicle is pure cartilage.

As we get older we grow ossification centers that fuse into bones.

This generally happens at age seventeen.

Which means Kenny couldn't have been twenty-two.

He probably wasn't even seventeen yet.

- He was just a kid! - Yeah. Stuck in an adult prison.

- How in the world did this happen? - Let's open him up and find out.

Chadwick Towers - West

Calibre seems to match the bullet holes in Perry's chest.

I'll know for sure after an autopsy.

If someone offered me free rent, I wouldn't say no.

Before you move in, let's see if it's our crime scene.

Guy was quite the art collector.

Lucky bastard even had Tivo.

The cleaning lady could have been doing a better job.

What, did you find something, Woody?

Broken piece of DVD... must have gotten two thumbs down.

I'll see if I can reconstruct some frames.

Hey, Woody? Do these look like drag marks to you?

Can't really tell in this light.

Hey, there could be arterial spatter on those!

I'm sorry. I just thought that maybe...

Thank you, Mister Gerloff, thank you. We got it.

- Thanks. - Sorry.

- Cavanaugh. - The snake is gone.

Oh, I bet you're really getting off on this, aren't you?

Leading us around by our noses?

Jordan? Jordan? Is that our guy? Don't piss him off. Don't piss him off.

You see the aboriginal painting? The alligator?

The snake used to hang there.

Oh, is that why you killed Perry? For a lousy painting?

- Find something? - Yeah, you know we did.

Since you're the one who put it there.

Oh, you son of a bitch!

Jordan! Jordan!

Chadwick Towers - East

It's got to be this one.

- Open up, I know you're in there. - Open up! Boston P.D.!

Watch out. He could be armed.

Look, I'm with this crazy cop who you do not want to piss off,

so if you know what's good for you, open the door!

Hands! Let me see your hands!

God love redial.

Game over, pal.

I'm Detective Woody Hoyt, Boston P.D. Chadwick Towers East - Apt. 901E

You already spoke with Jordan Cavanaugh.

Now who the hell are you?

Louis Jeffries.

Louis Jeffries, the artist?

You... you can put the gun away. I'm no killer.

You're about to get your fifteen minutes down at the station, Andy Warhol...

- I can't go. - I don't think that's really your call.

No... no. I can't. Look, I killed no one.

Then explain the cryptic phone calls.

You a peeping tom? Is that what's going on around here?

I'm an artist. I observe.

Observe, peep, same difference.

You're still going in.

- Hey, are you all right? - I'm having some trouble breathing.

Come on, Jordan. I've seen better acting in reality television.

- Woody, stop! He's hyperventilating. - I can't leave!

Louis? Louis? Look at me. Look at me.

Take deep breaths. Slow, nice and slow. Slow it down.

It's okay. Nice and easy. Slow it down.

Once I knew his real name, took me all of ten minutes to learn the rest.

Kenier Sawa of Darfur, Sudan.

His father died a political prisoner,

his mother was raped and murdered in a military coup.

And get this, Garret... he was only fifteen.

Well, who decided he was twenty-two?

Immigration and Customs Reinforcement, a.k.a. Homeland Security.

They used a dental exam with a three-year margin of error,

or in this case, seven years.

You are the meatball grinder.

I'm the tofurkey burger.

Tofurkey...

Fake turkey. Do you want to try?

I'd rather eat sand.

- I'm halfway through Kenny's autopsy. - Kenier.

His liver was ruptured, most likely from a sharp blow to the abdomen.

Another strike against our corrections officer.

You know what gets me?

If Homeland Security had placed Kenier in a juvenile facility,

he would probably still be alive.

You're right, but there's nothing we can do it about it now.

Oh yeah? Watch me.

Agoraphobia. What is that, like a fear of heights?

It's the fear of going outside.

You freaked out because you didn't want to leave your apartment?

I haven't been outside in over two years.

You still have a lot of explaining to do.

I... I saw something strange in Perry's apartment last night.

It wasn't until I saw the news this morning when I realized that he'd been murdered.

I had to tell someone, but I didn't want to get involved.

You actually saw Perry murdered?

No, but... but I saw him arguing with this guy.

He was wearing a tuxedo also.

Pretty soon after I saw Perry with what looked like blood on his chest.

Before I could tell for sure, he disappeared behind the blinds.

- What time was this? - Eleven thirty.

How did you know about the gun in the dumpster?

- You found the gun? - We found a gun.

I saw somebody messing around the dumpster about half an hour later.

Looked like they were trying to bury something. It... it was weird.

- Did you see who it was? - It was too dark.

Would you be able to describe this tuxedo guy?

I can do you one better.

Wow, an original Louis Jeffries.

I hope it helps.

The first panic attack is usually triggered by some stressful event.

Agoraphobes live in constant fear of that panic returning, of losing control.

It's a lot more common that people think, but since agoraphobes never leave the house...

Out of sight, out of mind. Thanks, Lily.

Don't tell me you're buying into this whole Macauley Culkin's Home Alone routine.

Jeffries knows way too much about the victim.

He's got some crockpot alibi...

I don't know if he killed Perry or not,

but I saw the fear in his eyes during that attack, Woody. It was real.

Jordan, the guy is a freak show!

Oh, spoken like a man without any problems!

What are you talking about? I got problems.

I didn't mean deciding what tie to wear this morning.

What's the matter with this tie?

I'm just saying, maybe the rest of the world isn't quite as well-adjusted as you are.

And all I'm saying is that all we have is Jeffries' word for it.

And this drawing? I mean, come on! For all we know, Tuxedo guy

is just another figment of this guy's overactive imagination.

I'm working, really. I just DVD re-image is calibrating...

Chill, Nigel.

Still think he's a freak show?

Perry Receives Humanitarian Award

Who drew this?

You denying that it's you?

No, it's a fine likeness.

My compliments to the artist.

You're not denying that you were at Perry's apartment last night.

Davis forgot his humanitarian award. I went by to drop it off.

I heard things got a little heated.

The award was a surprise, and Davis got upset that the evening became about him.

What time did you leave his apartment?

Maybe eleven? I remember talking to the security guard saying goodbye as I left.

Do you save the whales?

Nigel.

Excuse me.

With your permission, Mister Saunders, I'd like to get a DNA sample.

- If you must. - Open sesame.

Cheers.

Sorry about that. What can you tell us about this girl right there?

Nicole Wheeler. She was Davis' girlfriend.

Beautiful, but a handful.

You know where we could find her?

No. She was heading to Davis last night as I was leaving.

Mister Saunders, thank you very much for your time.

Certainly.

That was Jordan on the phone.

The blood found under Perry's fingernails was female.

Beautiful, but a handful indeed.

I'll take care of it. Thank you.

Miss Lebowski.

My office now.

That's just the way I like to end my day.

A visit from Homeland Security telling me to leash my employee.

- I had to do something, Garret. - What? By going over my head?

The last thing I need in this morgue is another loose cannon.

Kenier shouldn't have been in that prison. He was a kid.

Someone has to stand up for him, Garret.

Someone has to make sure his life meant something.

Yeah, and we do that by doing our jobs.

The police do their part and we do ours.

We're going to get the son of a bitch who killed this boy.

But emotions creep in and mistakes get made.

So I'm supposed to care but not too much?

There's a way to do things.

- There are systems in place... - The system let Kenier down!

Every system has cracks, Lily, and the sooner you accept that...

No, I can't. I won't.

Just do your job, Lily.

Nothing more, nothing less.

Just like you, Doctor Macy?

Chadwick Towers East - Apt. 901E

Come in.

You can't exactly pretend you're not home.

I've been expecting you.

You have?

- May I? - Thanks.

We both have something in common...

an inquisitive nature.

Did you know you have the same floor plan as Perry?

See? You are inquisitive.

I have one of your prints in my apartment.

They are a lot more colorful in person.

Like most things. Can I get you a drink?

Oh, water's fine. I'm still on the clock.

Something tells me you're never off.

Are you sure you didn't see anyone else in the apartment that night?

A woman, maybe?

No. Why?

We found female blood under Perry's fingernails.

That doesn't surprise me.

Perry's bedroom should have had a revolving door on it.

Don't worry. I'm no pervert. I never watched.

I don't know. I might have.

Look, I have to ask. What happened?

I mean, you were the it guy of the New York art scene.

Any artist would have cut off his left ear to have your life.

One minute I'm a cliched struggling artist,

the next somebody dubbed me the new Basquiat.

Cut to an opening in SoHo three years later.

I'm watching these chardonnay-swilling experts

rejecting me based on their own dislike of the color green,

and I snapped.

I couldn't breathe, my chest got tight, I felt dizzy.

That must have been scary.

I thought I was dying.

The next day I moved back to Boston.

Relocating to avoid your problems. I've been there.

Pretty soon, I just stopped going out period.

Yeah. Somehow this...

fear... has become my muse.

While out there...

At least out there you don't have to face life alone.

That would require trust,

which leads me to ask...

what are you really doing here?

I need to know that you had nothing to do with Perry's murder.

Well, trust me, Doctor Cavanaugh,

I didn't.

It's Jordan,

and if I find out that you did...

I checked Kenier's eyes under the stereo microscope.

His retinas were seriously deteriorated.

He was almost blind.

There's no way that could have been caused by physical abuse.

No, but it does explain his bad attitude.

I mean, poor kid not only couldn't communicate,

he could barely see a foot in front of him.

He wasn't the only one not seeing clearly.

Here's a cross section of Kenier's liver.

Check it out.

Crescent-shaped blood cells.

He had sickle-cell anemia.

I mean, that explains everything... the leg ulcers, the swelling...

Benz didn't kill him... sickle cell did.

- I tried calling you last night. - I went to see Louis Jeffries.

Without me?

He's an eyewitness, Woody. He's not the bad guy.

So why did you call?

Perry's girlfriend has conveniently disappeared.

I got an A.P.B. out on her.

I presume that Jeffries being one of them there good-looking artsy-fartsy types

had nothing to do with your little house call last night.

By the way, how is Devan?

Doctor Maquire? How should I know?

Woody!

I finally finished those prints.

It took me bloody forever, but you were spot on.

- I knew it. I knew it. - What?

Guess whose fingerprints I found on a crystal vase in Perry's apartment.

Jimmy Hoffa.

Even better. Louis Jeffries, your alleged agoraphobe.

Chadwig Towers, East - Apt. 901E

It's a mistake.

Forensics don't lie. Right, Jordan?

Louis,

we matched prints from the drawing you gave us

to ones found on a vase found in Perry's apartment.

- A crystal vase? - Yeah.

A couple of weeks ago, an airmail package got delivered here by accident.

They got nine-oh-one west mixed up with nine-oh-one east.

I opened it up and I saw the vase, then I knew it wasn't mine

so I called the courier to come pick it up.

And they'll have a record showing this? Right?

How should I know?

Now what about this little... quinky-dink...

A photo with you with Perry's missing girlfriend.

You know Nicole Wheeler?

We dated, sort of. I broke it off months ago.

Wow, you really had me going, Louis...

just a good Samaritan trying to help out, turns out you were covering for your ex.

Okay, yes. I did see Nicole there at Perry's that night.

You lied.

Only because I knew she had nothing to do with this.

- So you still have feelings for her. - No! I...

she was a groupie.

When I stopped going out, she kept me company.

Ran errands. We hooked up for a little while, but...

she became fixated on Perry.

She'd watch him for hours.

That's when I kicked her out.

- Right. She's the crazy one. - I am not crazy!

Whoa, whoa. I think we just touched a nerve, Jordan.

Yeah. It must have been hard watching your ex get it on with another guy.

If you the jealous type, it might have pushed you right over the edge.

Or right out the front door, which is right where you're going.

No, no I can't! You know I can't go!

Actually the law says I can make you go.

No. You've got nothing on me.

You arrest me and I'll be back here in an hour.

Well, Jordan, I don't think he's a flight risk.

But I'm still putting a uniform in the lobby.

Let me tell you something. Perry's girlfriend shows up,

you're trading this prison for a cold damp one.

I leaned on Benz until he came clean.

He said Kenny threw a fit... crying, screaming...

Sickle cell blocks the flow of blood through narrow vessels.

It can be quite painful.

Benz roughed him up to quiet him down.

Next thing he knew Kenny went limp... stopped breathing.

Benz panicked... faked the hanging.

Okay, he didn't kill Kenny, but don't tell me you're letting him off the hook.

No. He's been charged with criminal misconduct for faking the suicide.

Kenier was really sick. How could nobody have noticed?

Nobody cared.

Everybody was just doing their jobs... nothing more, nothing less.

Except for me.

You're going to love me for this.

Can't wait.

I found a note in Kenny's immigration file.

It mentioned a possible relative living here in Boston.

Is there a name? Anything to go on?

Well, nothing you could make heads or tails of.

Me on the other hand?

It's Asmina Chol. She lives over in Randolph.

She's the kid's aunt.

Detective,

you have restored my faith in humanity.

My people were a proud tribe.

But after years of war...

no more cattle, no more land, no more dignity.

All Sudan offered Kenier was death.

In America, there was such hope.

Miss Chol, Kenier didn't belong in that prison.

I've contacted a lawyer who said that you have grounds for a negligence lawsuit

against the prison and Homeland Security.

But I'm not legal.

I do that, they will send me back to Sudan.

That's why I didn't come forward when he was arrested.

You knew Kenier was in Boston?

I arranged for his trip.

I live here with my cousin's family and...

they said Kenier and Malik could live with us.

Who's Malik?

Kenier's younger brother.

Sickle Cell Anemia is genetic. It's very likely that his brother has it too.

Is Malik here? Can we talk to him?

No.

Your authorities have him as well.

I heard the Perry case took a turn. Autopsy: Davis Perry

Yeah, right off a cliff.

We have Louis Jeffries' prints on the scene.

His ex-girlfriend was Perry's current girlfriend, and...

his only alibi is that he's psychologically incapable of leaving his own apartment.

So what's the problem?

My own bruised ego.

I really bought this guy's act.

Well, swallowing pride never choked anyone, Jordan.

Yeah, but it leaves a bad taste in my mouth.

I came back to the body hoping it would prove me right,

but the trajectory of Perry's wounds only confirms the shooter was Jeffries' height.

Woody traced Nicole Wheeler to her mother's place in Vermont.

They've extradited her to Boston. She's down at the station.

It's about time.

Um, Jordan?

You know that DVD that we found at Perry's place?

Yeah.

I was able to digitize a single frame.

And, um, I think Woody needs to see this.

Hey.

Hey yourself.

Look, Lily, I just... / If you're going to apologize, Garret, don't bother.

You're right.

I'm Don Quixote, chaser of windmills.

Don Quixote tried to bring order to a chaotic world. I consider that heroic.

Sure, except he failed and died a miserable death.

You want to tell me what's going on?

Kenier's fourteen-year-old brother is in prison too,

but those androids at Homeland Security said

unless I have his original birth certificate

or medical records proving that he has sickle cell, they can't do anything.

He's stuck in the same screwed up system that killed his brother

and will probably kill him too.

How's that for justice?

Boston Precinct

Woody.

Check out those scratches.

Looks like we won't need a DNA test.

So what's her story?

She broke up with Perry at the fundraiser after he admitted he was cheating on her.

When she went back to his place to gather some of her stuff,

he was in the mood for one final hurrah.

She was not, hence the scratches.

He thought... no meant yes.

She got away, and claims that he was still alive when she left.

Did you ask her about Jeffries?

Confirmed that they broke up three months ago. Actually,

she dumped him. She got tired of his whole homebody routine.

Decided she was going to trade up for somebody a little more extroverted.

You mean perverted.

Here's an image we pulled off the DVD we found at Perry's apartment.

Ask me, the bastard got what he deserved.

You know, Jordan,

you told me I don't have any problems, but...

this...

I've got a big problem with.

- What's that? - Kiddie porn, Nicole.

I can't think of anything more depraved, can you?

Why are you showing me this?

Because we found it at your boyfriend's apartment!

You want to tell us what kind of sick and twisted world you two were playing in?

No, I've never...

I'm going to be sick.

Get her to the bathroom. Just... just get her to the bathroom.

Woody. Woody, she didn't kill Perry.

How do you know?

She can't be more than five-five.

The shooter was at least six feet tall.

Which brings us right back to the artist formerly known as freak show.

So you, uh, any closer to finding the killer?

Hard to tell.

- Hello? - How does it feel being watched?

Look, I'm sorry that I lied to you about Nicole.

- I'm over it. - Now who's lying?

- Uh... I'm going to let you, uh... - Okay.

Why don't you, uh, walk me through what you saw that night?

Where do I start?

Set the scene.

- Were the shades up or down? - Up.

- Now tell me about Randall Saunders. - I didn't see him arrive.

He and Perry seemed deep into an argument.

Perry looked drunk.

I remember he bumped into the coffee table while trying to take off his cufflinks.

Saunders seemed pissed. He made some final comment to Perry and then he left.

- When did Nicole arrive? - About ten minutes later.

She let herself in with a keycard.

She carried a duffle bag...

wasn't too happy to find Perry there.

They argued, and it carried over into the library.

That's when Perry snapped.

He grabbed Nicole and started kissing her.

Then the shades in the library closed.

- And you saw her leave? - A few minutes later.

Perry followed her out, probably to make sure she was gone.

He looked okay? No blood?

Just a smug smile.

He, uh, disappeared back into the library for about twenty minutes.

That's when I saw the blood.

And that's everything you saw?

Yes.

We know that Perry was shot in the library, so how did the killer get in here?

Maybe he was hiding in the closet.

Not unless he was a French Bordeaux.

We've got drag marks telling us that Perry was probably standing about here when he was shot.

It also matches the bullet trajectory.

There was no stippling around the wound,

so we know he wasn't shot at point blank range.

There's also no gun powder residue, so the shooter had to be standing at least, uh...

In the bookcase.

I have about four feet of clearance in my unit.

But aren't the floor plans identical?

Maybe Perry had some custom bookcases put in.

Louis? Do you have air vents above yours?

Vents?

No.

I don't know what this is.

- Whoa. - What?

I found our snake.

Along with Perry's kiddie porn collection.

Louis?

Louis, are you there?

Louis, behind you!

Louis!

SYSTEM LOCKED CODE REQUIRED

Now you can make this easy, or hard.

It's going to end the same, either way.

Gerloff!

Police!

Woody!

Jordan? You okay?

We got to get to Louis.

Louis!

Louis!

This is Detective Hoyt. I'm going to need an ambulance at the Chadwick Towers,

Unit Nine-oh-One east...

No! I can't leave.

- No. Louis, you need to go to a hospital. - No. I can't.

Louis, look at me. Louis, look at me!

You can. You can.

Department of Homeland Security

- Mister Hartwig? - You people don't take 'no' for an answer.

Look, I know your job requires you to err on the side of caution, and I respect that.

But if Malik Sawa has sickle cell anemia and doesn't receive the proper medical treatment,

you're going to have another dead teenager on your hands.

Now, dead bodies may be acceptable in my line of work,

but I suspect they're a source of unwanted press in yours.

Is that a threat, Doctor?

Only if you decide to take it that way. Look.

Here's the number of the judge handling Malik's immigration hearing.

In the interest of national security I suggest you have that kid released into his aunt's custody.

Have a nice evening.

Gerloff must have been standing in here when he shot Perry.

That explains the discrepancy in distance.

We can ask him when he gets out of surgery.

And when Louis does, we can both apologize.

I don't get it, Jordan. Gerloff was in the lobby when both Saunders and Nicole left,

so how did he get in here without being seen?

Looks like this leads to another apartment.

Perry wasn't just into child pornography.

He was making it.

Jordan?

Check out the return address.

World United Charities

Randall Saunders, I am placing you under arrest as an accessory to the murder of Davis Perry

as well as for the manufacture and distribution of child pornography.

I'd like to call my lawyer.

The Department of Justice is going to be all over your ass.

But you should feel very fortunate it's not going to be me.

So Perry, Gerloff and Saunders were partners,

but when Perry got too involved in the merchandise, he became a liability.

How you doing?

Keep talking. It helps.

Most people want me to shut up.

Would you take it the wrong way if I tell you I was actually glad you got shot?

Coming from you? Somehow, no.

It's just that it, you know, it got you out of your apartment

and you lived to tell about it.

Barely.

Look, the first step's always the hardest, and you're already way past that.

Look, next thing you know, you'll be traveling the world

painting exotic landscapes in faraway places...

Whoa. I, uh,

I think the park will do just fine for right now.

For now.

I can't feel my legs.

You did a great thing, Garret.

Now that Malik's been classified a juvenile, he'll qualify for asylum status.

I was just following your lead, Donna Quixote.

You know? When it works,

this is what coming to America is all about.

I am so honored to have you here.

Thank you for bringing Malik home to us.

I'm sorry Kenier couldn't join him.

Yes,

but I know he's here in spirit.

I'm sure your brother would want you to have this.

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