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In the dark...

of the day

Ran into an old friend of yours last night, Paul Spork.

Who?

He said that they used to call him "Dork" which is creative.

Oh... Spork the Dork? Oh, what a blast from the past.

He said you two dated.

It was not a date. It was a disaster.

He was a limo driver.

We had to pick up a couple of kids from prom,

then drive around while they made out in the backseat. Total buzzkill.

He was a nice guy, though, right?

All I remember about him was that he had this really awful laugh, with snort like...

That's attractive.

They didn't call him Dork for nothing.

So giving him your phone number was maybe not such a good idea.

- You didn't! - He seemed like a really nice guy.

He's an architect now.

You should really give him another chance.

Laughs don't change, Lily. Neither do people.

Dork...

Pangborn Hall

Which room were they in? That one right over?

Jordan... Excuse us.

Right this way.

So, you want to study together?

Only if we can get naked in the stacks.

Come on, that stuff doesn't really happen. It's just a myth.

No comment.

Man, I knew I should have gone to the library more.

Why is it in college you've got to listen to music at one-hundred and fifty decibels?

Same reason you build lofts, buy futons, play hacky-sack.

Unless you are Zach Bouchard?

Nineteen years old, in which case you prefer fine wines and French cinema.

The R.A. said he was here on a fencing scholarship.

Who found him?

A maintenance guy. He had a work order to fix a light.

Painkillers, twenty-pack. Empty.

You find a suicide note?

No.

You think he killed himself?

Looks that way.

He had his whole life ahead of him.

I don't get it.

You thrive on problems, Jordan. Others don't.

Well, that's a shame.

The motel manager found him about an hour ago.

Some UNI's busting a dope dealer a couple of doors down,

scared off whoever did this.

The urban legend lives.

There should be a phone nearby, and a message.

What are you talking about?

It's the urban legend.

A tourist is kidnapped so his kidney can be harvested.

He wakes up in a tub full of ice

with a phone next to him and a message to call nine-one-one.

As much as I appreciate the unfettered exuberance, Nigel, this is reality.

Arturo Sanchez. Poor guy wrote his name in marker on his collar.

Poor guy indeed.

One incision sewn up.

Why bother if you're gonna do this?

Liver temp's gonna be a problem.

It's gonna be hard to do an autopsy.

Why's that?

His organs are gone.

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Looks like there was a table here.

You're thinking what I'm thinking, aren't you?

I try not to.

This is about body part harvesting.

Why take a kidney when you can have the whole kit-and-caboodle?

It's the urban legend run amok.

All right, see what else you can find.

And try to stay out of "The Twilight Zone". All right?

So you rented a room to a John Smith

for the past year and you never met him?

We spoke once on the phone.

He made a standing reservation for this room every Sunday.

I left a key under the doormat.

That was very accommodating.

Weren't you curious to know what's going on in here?

Well, every Monday this room would be spotless

and there'd be five bills on the dresser.

Pretty much answered my nagging questions.

You know maybe talking to us downtown at the station would help jog your memory.

Okay...

Look, I saw an Hispanic guy, young, baseball cap.

Drove off in a rusty blue Datsun.

See what happens when you start thinking.

Doctor M...

Surgical glove.

Used suture packet.

And what do you make of this? A sample from the tub.

Organ preservative.

Right.

Proof positive of body part harvesting.

Anything else?

Wire receipt,

with a message in Spanish. The victim dropped it.

He wired a thousand dollars to Guatemala this morning.

This poor bastard wasn't kidnapped.

He sold his organs.

DeCicco Fencing Gymnasium

Of course I heard about Zach.

Yet, here you are at practice. One would think his own roommate?

Look, I know it looks callous, but I didn't know what else to do.

Great guy, great fencer, but we didn't share, you know.

And he kept stuff to himself.

Something as big as killing yourself over, you'd think it would show.

Look, you probably need to talk to Professor Danvers.

Who's he?

She.

She one of Zach's professors?

The faculty advisor.

Lately she was riding him about something, or what?

Riding him? Yeah.

Yeah, you could say that.

Trace Evidence: Zach Bouchard

You said this guy was a fencer?

Yeah. You wouldn't get cuts like this from fencing.

Yeah, whatever.

It's not how he killed himself.

Here. You're going to find hydrocodone in the tox screen.

I need to know how much was in his system.

You think this is what killed him?

Twenty pills missing from the pack. That's my guess.

Okay.

Sidney, hang on.

This looks like a bloody fingerprint.

Yeah, it's probably his.

Yeah, from the blood in the cuts on his hand,

he could have touched himself and touched his collar.

Yeah.

Pull the print off anyway, just to be sure.

Girl, do you know how hard it is to pull a print like that off a pattern like this?

- Yeah. I... - Jordan,

there's a Professor Danvers here.

She was Zach Bouchard's faculty advisor.

She wants to speak to the M.E. on the case.

Well, that would be me.

You just had to wear a shirt like this, huh.

You make it sound like he committed suicide.

That's the way it looks.

He couldn't have done that.

It's not possible.

You're making a mistake.

I'm sorry.

Zach was...

special.

Driven.

More sure of himself than other students.

Do you know what it's like to spend your days with normal eighteen and nineteen year olds.

I don't even want to know.

Professor Danvers, hi.

I'm Detective Woody Hoyt. Your office said you'd be here.

Is this a good time to ask you questions?

Was there anything going on in your relationship with Zach

that would have depressed him enough to kill himself?

What are you implying?

You were in a relationship with him, right?

A sexual relationship.

Who told you that?

His roommate.

I don't believe this.

Not any of it.

Autopsy: Zach Bouchard

I'm not surprised Professor Danvers is trying to hide her affair with Zach.

The lady's old enough to be his mother.

Oh, she is not. And give me a break.

If it was a male professor with a coed, you'd be slapping him a high-five.

I would not.

All right, maybe a low five.

This was not a suicide.

What?

His lower ribs are fractured,

and there's hemorrhaging in the muscle tissue.

He was burked.

What?

Someone compressed his chest until he died.

He was deliberately asphyxiated.

He'd fight back.

Not if you slipped him a couple of painkillers.

Could a woman do it?

If he was drugged, sure.

How badly did the professor want to keep her little secret?

She said that she had no secret to keep.

I plant to find that out.

No match for the prints on the surgical glove, Doctor. M.

What about the log number on the suture packet? Trace Evidence 2: Arturo Sanchez

Still running the trace.

This guy was strip-mined.

Cartilage taken from the knees, corneas gone?

He was snookered.

Parts of the human body are worth two-hundred and thirty grand sold separately.

Came up in a trivia game.

This one sewn incision still doesn't make sense.

The final closure was done with a running subcuticular suture.

The son-of-a-bitch who did this is a trained surgeon.

Got a translation on that money wire message...

To my family. Use this money to send Juan and Ines to school.

More will be coming.

I miss you dearly.

With all my love, Papa.

We've got a trace on that suture packet.

Shyler Medical Supply. Dunlap Street.

Shyler Medical Supply

John Smith?

Doesn't ring a bell.

But I've got orders coming out of my ears.

Listen, would you mind if we take a look.

Knock yourselves out.

Shyler Medical.

Yeah.

Let me look.

Here it is, John Smith.

Standing order. Same supplies every week.

And the address is...

- Paradise Motel, Room six. - Yeah, I got it.

All right.

You know, you sell a lot of surgical supplies.

Do you check the medical licenses of who it's going to?

With the initial order. I run a DEA number.

If it clears, their name goes into the system.

Yeah, but not the DEA number?

What? You want to bust me for poor record keeping?

Look, maybe one of my delivery crew knows something.

Check in the lot.

Baseball cap, rusty Blue Datsun.

Excuse me.

Whoa, don't even try because I will use this.

Manuel Rios, where's the fire?

I didn't mean it. Tell Sylvia I would never hurt her.

She can have the money.

This isn't about my alimony?

You were seen outside room six at the Paradise Motel.

A murder's been committed there.

Hey, I just deliver stuff.

Once a week I drop off supplies for a guy named John Smith.

You ever meet him?

No. I just leave a box at the door.

Ever see anything unusual?

Once I was late on delivery and I saw someone go in.

A guy I've seen in my neighborhood.

A doctor.

Boston Police Precinct

The bad news is, Professor,

the M.E.'s ruled out suicide.

That's bad news?

Your boyfriend was murdered.

Murdered?

Maybe I should be talking to Howard.

Your husband. The one you're in a custody battle with.

The one you forgot to tell me about.

He had nothing to do with this.

He doesn't know about Zach and me.

I believe you.

Because if he did know then this custody battle would be over, wouldn't it?

Cradle-robbing mom, loses sole custody to dad.

Which brings us back to you. So, my first question is gonna be?

You have questions, call my lawyer.

I assume I'm free to go.

You're a hell of a good liar.

I spent the better part of a decade in a horrible marriage.

Zach saved my life.

I didn't kill him.

As a suicide it makes me sad. As a murder it makes me very angry.

Well, why don't you channel that anger into getting me some solid evidence

so I can talk to Mrs. Robinson again.

This is a strange place to find a doctor.

Let me ask this guy.

Excuse me, (Spanish)

I was there,

but I didn't kill anyone.

Arturo Sanchez is quite dead.

I was...

I'm a surgeon from Colombia.

So you're here illegally?

Yes. I thought I could start a new life here, but...

I have been blackmailed into harvesting kidneys.

Who's blackmailing you?

An organ broker I never met.

Let me guess. His name is John Smith?

Yes.

He calls me here, tells me when a patient is ready.

I go to the motel,

I remove his kidney, put it in a cooler, and then I leave.

With the patient very much alive.

Okay. How's this for a theory?

You're John Smith.

I didn't kill him.

I didn't even harvest his kidney because it showed signs of amyloidosis.

Signs of what?

Protein deposits in the tissues. Could be caused by systemic illness.

He could have had an infectious disease.

Why should we believe you?

Because I closed him up and left.

Look at the body. You should find a left flank incision I sutured.

Where do the donors come from?

I don't know.

There are plenty of volunteers.

They were paid a thousand dollars up front.

Another five thousand dollars after the surgery.

How much were you paid?

Nothing.

I had no choice.

I never wanted any part of this.

All right, we'll check the phone records here.

In the meantime, Doctor Cuevas, you're gonna be our guest downtown.

Cool.

Nice feint.

Yeah, I took a P.E. rotation back in community college.

You mind if I ask you a few more questions?

You mind if I keep practicing?

We have a meet this weekend against N.Y.U. and...

I'm taking Zach's spot.

I'm not very good, so take it easy on me.

Okay.

You remember Professor Danvers coming by Zach's dorm room at all?

Not that I'm aware of. But between classes and fencing,

I'm not in the dorm room that much.

Do you have any recollection of their relationship?

Did they fight at all?

Danvers is the reason Zach killed himself?

Actually...

Zach was murdered.

No way.

Way.

I also couldn't help but notice the cuts you had on your arm the other day.

They were a lot like Zach's.

It's stupid, really.

We were dueling around with some antique blades,

things got out of hand, we were just goofing around. Now look,

if my coach finds out that I used real blades,

I'd be booted off the team.

Where were you two nights ago?

I was here until around six, and I went to a kegger at Farley Hall.

Can anyone verify that?

Yeah. About a hundred drunk freshmen.

What time did you get back to your dorm room?

I didn't.

I hooked up with this one chick named Amber.

When I woke up,

I was late for practice, so I came straight here.

Amber who?

Uh, I don't remember.

She lives in Farley, though. Second floor.

Look,

I swear to you, I didn't kill Zach.

You better hope I find this Amber girl.

The print on the victim's shirt was mostly unreadable

because of the pattern of the fabric.

But since I chose to accept your mission...

check it out.

There's no way to lift the print, so the secret is to eliminate the background.

Oh, that is just cool.

Oh, no, it's like ice baby.

You see, I'm running an algorithm which will estimate ridge minutiae

using mathematical probabilities in a Gaussian envelope.

Hey, man, you don't have to talk down to me.

I'm enhancing the prints so we can get more than an eight-point match.

So we don't know whose print this is.

Not yet. It's gonna take some time.

- Jordan? - Yes.

Uh... Spork the Dork called; No, I haven't called him back yet.

Actually it's about Zach Bouchard.

What about him?

I just spoke with his parents.

Were they able to tell us anything about Zach?

No. There wasn't much to say.

Because Zach Bouchard died when he was five years old.

Well, hello there. Calliphora Vomitoria

Stop being pretentious. It's a maggot.

Did you stain the prostate sample I asked you to, Nigel?

There's a joke there somewhere...

Yeah, I did. With a dollop of Congo Red.

I found a Calliphora Vomitoria in the victim's ear.

The body's too fresh for maggots.

Indeed.

And take a look there.

Blood flukes.

Could be schistosoma mansoni given where he's from.

Ready for you, Doctor M?

Doctor Cuevas was right.

Amyloidosis as a result of his parasite infection.

Right.

Doctor Macy,

it's Detective Carver.

She found the organ broker.

Shyler Medical Supply

Organ brokering?

This is a joke, right?

We have phone records of you calling Doctor Cuevas.

Manuel, come here for a second.

Boy are you two gonna end up with egg on your faces.

Manuel, tell these good folks what you do every week at the Naranjo Market.

I pick up groceries for Mister Shyler.

Thank you.

That'll be all.

Sure, I call the stock room, I order groceries

because they have the best produce in town.

As for this Doctor Cuevas, never heard of him before.

Let's just say, I don't believe in coincidence.

You were arrested eight years ago trying to buy a kidney

from an undercover officer.

My uncle needed it.

He died after three years on a waiting list.

Maybe that spurred your business plan.

Let's say hypothetically you're right.

I'd think you, as a doctor,

would appreciate the beauty of a system that saves lives and benefits all.

That's a rosy view of the black market.

Donors who need money get paid for an organ

that goes to someone dying on a waiting list.

It's a win-win. A broker's a savior.

Or in this case, a murderer.

Whose murder?

The donor's.

When he's sacrificed for all his parts

because the broker got greedy.

Not to mention the disease that could be spread

because nobody bothered testing him.

There's nothing hypothetical about it.

Well, then, it's a good thing I'm not a broker.

Now then, if you'll excuse me, I've got customers waiting.

I'll get traps put on his phones.

HUMAN ORGANS

The urban legend lives.

A broker's a savior.

Look on the body. You should find a left flank incision I sutured.

Doctor Macy,

you're not gonna believe this.

You know that maggot we found in Arturo Sanchez?

It's radioactive.

I mashed up the little bugger. I got these chromatography results.

It came from soil contaminated with uranium two-thirty-five.

That's used in power and weapons plants.

The Concord Uranium processing plant. To be exact.

A study was done last year to assess the cost of cleaning the contaminated site.

They did soil analysis every five hundred square feet.

You're looking at the results.

What was the uranium level in the maggot?

Seventy-eight-point-two picoCuries.

It came from here.

Concord Uranium Plant Field

We've got two decomposed bodies so far.

Strip mined like Arturo Sanchez.

They found some tire marks and drops of engine oil.

Looks like someone was just here.

You got that right.

This one's fresh.

A piece of blue plastic tarp, just like we found in the motel room. Autopsy: Organ Harvesting Victims

All right, the murderer wrapped the bodies to transport to the gravesite.

Then he unfurled the tarp, dumped the bodies, and reused it.

He must have picked up the maggot last time,

transferring it to Arturo Sanchez when he tried to wrap him up.

So your Doctor Cuevas couldn't have been the culprit.

He was in custody when the fresh body was dumped.

We haven't found our killer yet so the clock's ticking.

Okay, here's the game plan?

I want all three bodies tested for infectious diseases:

HIV, hepatitis B and C, rabies, et cetera...

I need a blood type, HLA markers and a leukocyte crossmatch on the fresh body.

Notify the National Transplant Registry

that potentially diseased organs could be available in the next forty-eight hours.

Let's determine the exact time of death on the two decomposed victims,

start facial reconstruction, and cross-reference any missing persons reports?

Tell me who you recognize.

There was no match to any missing persons,

so we assume they were all illegal immigrants.

Did you operate on these men?

Not that one. The other two, yes.

You removed their kidneys?

Yes. And they were alive when I left them.

Who could have done this?

Anyone.

Organs can be crudely harvested as long as there is someone on the other end

who can clean them up before transplant.

Did you know the names of these men?

Look,

you may have been cleared of murder,

but you should know you're still in a hell of a lot of trouble.

In Colombia, I was threatened with bodily harm if I refused to treat a drug lord.

I came here and I found myself in a similar situation.

I am done with threats.

You can keep me locked up and I'd be glad.

I don't know his name, but I have seen him before at the El Pescador Restaurant.

He worked there as a busboy.

I'm here against my better judgment.

Zach was not his real name. It was David Parks.

He was thirty-two years old. Divorced.

What?

Well, it answers my first question. You obviously didn't know.

It's possible something from his past caught up with him.

Whose past?

David Parks?

Zach was nineteen.

He told me he loved me.

Was that a lie too?

Was anything real?

Did you happen to pull any records from Finchley on Zach Bouchard?

Yes. What are you looking for?

How somebody with no transcripts got into an elite college.

His application said he was home-schooled.

Somebody did a good job. Sixteen hundred on his SAT's.

How could he be a thirty-two year old dropout. A thirty-two year old anything?

- What? - I don't know, but here it is.

He was thirty-two?

Yeah. What was he running from?

No record. No warrants.

Maybe he didn't like his family life.

Maybe he wanted to finish his education.

Yeah, but thirty-two year olds go to college.

Why pretend you're nineteen?

If you can get away with it, why not?

Hey, Garret,

I need your signature on a requisition.

For an in-house masseuse.

I'm sorry... what?

Something on your mind?

I was just wondering what I would do for a living

if I had to flee the country.

Say no more,

I've got a full tank of gas. You'll be across the border by midnight.

Okay.

Obviously I have some experience with your commitment issues.

Just never thought they'd translate into your career.

So what's this really about?

When I was a kid I wanted to be an engineer.

You know, the kind that drives a train.

Then when I started playing drums, I wanted to be a musician.

I don't know when I wanted to be a doctor.

It just happened.

But now that I am, could I not be one if I had to give it all up.

None of us really know what we'd do under those circumstances.

I'd like to think you'd find another way to help people.

I think that's who you are, Garret.

I wasn't asking you to make me feel better.

I know.

I can't help it.

It's who I am.

David Parks, a.k.a. Zach Bouchard,

didn't have a prescription for hydrocodone,

but Professor Danvers did.

Okay. She didn't kill him.

Well, according to her pharmacist, she got the pills in blister packs

just like we found in Zach's dorm room.

You could find blister packs like that in half the dorm rooms on any campus.

So now that you've bonded with the professor I'm supposed to leave her alone?

She didn't do it.

It's unlikely anyone from his past wanted him dead.

I talked to his ex-wife.

She said he never made an enemy in his life.

She explain why he reinvented himself?

He dropped out of Ohio State when she got pregnant. They got married,

but then she left him for someone else.

She thinks he never got over missing college.

Doctor Cavanaugh...

I finally got an I.D. on that print.

Excuse me, but didn't Professor Innocent say that she did not see Zach the day he died?

I guess this bloody fingerprint was left behind from some other time Zach just happened to cut himself.

There were several witnesses at the El Pescador Restaurant

who saw you talking to the victim two days before he died.

It was in Mister Shyler's car.

There was a security camera in the parking lot.

You were using the restaurant as a recruiting ground for organ donors.

That's a down payment for his kidney, I believe.

He was late on his rent. I was helping him out.

Four victims have been found eviscerated and you seem very unaffected.

But I had nothing to do with it. You already have your man... Cuevas.

These donors are getting us nowhere.

We can nail Shyler another way... through the recipients.

We're six hours out from the most recent victim.

The organs from Arturo Sanchez are probably being transplanted as we speak.

Our best bet is the busboy. He died six weeks ago.

Transplanted recipients might be out of the hospital already.

I could tissue type him,

try finding matching recipients who took themselves off the waiting list in the last six weeks.

Do it. I'll call the National Transplant Registry.

Vernon Abbott Residence

Hi, guys.

Hi.

Are you Vernon Abbott?

Yes, can I help you?

I'm Garret Macy with the Medical Examiner's office.

How are you doing today?

Fine. What's this all about?

You look good. You look healthy.

You removed yourself from a kidney transplant waiting list five weeks ago.

I have reason to believe that you purchased a kidney on the black market.

You don't understand.

I had no choice.

I was dying on that waiting list.

I'm an old man.

Six more months, I won't even be eligible for a transplant operation.

I had to do something.

I want to see my grandchildren... grow up.

I need to know who sold you that kidney.

But he saved my life.

You're not gonna do your grandchildren any good sitting in jail.

His name's...

Roger Shyler.

How much did you pay him?

Sixty thousand dollars.

I transferred the money directly into his account.

The bank helped us track it back to Shyler. Shyler Medical Supply

I want every scrap of paper seized.

Boston PD! Everybody freeze!

Son of a bitch.

There's no sign of him, Doctor Macy.

Okay.

Send a unit out immediately. We'll be right there.

The traps on Shyler's phones may have paid off?

The last call out of here was to a Russian national named Karl Marchenko.

His private plane is scheduled to leave Worcester Airport in half an hour.

How much you want to bet Shyler's on that plane?

Karl Marchenko?

Where's Roger Shyler?

I don't know.

Don't touch that!

Did you buy this from Roger Shyler?

I don't know who you're talking about.

No!

Please...

my son needs that heart.

I'm begging you.

We know you bought that heart from Roger Shyler.

I told you, we met, but he never gave me his name.

Macy?

Yeah, I got a match on the print from the organ preservation machine...

I'm e-mailing it over right now. Okay.

You don't recognize him?

He's not here.

Are you sure?

Positive.

That's him.

The guy who sold me the heart.

Shyler's delivery boy.

Manuel Rios.

We met at a bar, on Fremont.

He was nervous.

He left in a taxi because he was worried that someone was following him.

What taxi company was it?

Yellow Cab. I think.

Let's find out where he went.

Sahara Motel

There's a John Smith registered that fits the description.

He had plenty of opportunity to witness organ harvests.

If he was in charge of clean-up afterwards, it would've been easy to kill the donors.

All right.

Police, freeze! Drop it.

Macy?

He's alive. Call the paramedics.

Where's Shyler?

How should I know?

Was it his idea to kill the donors?

Look, you're in enough trouble as it is; if you know anything...

Shyler was an idiot.

He was making pennies off a lousy kidney.

When it was so easy to take out everything, right?

No one's gonna miss these guys.

Get him out of here.

Professor, now you said you did not see Zach the day he died, Boston Police Precinct

but we found a fingerprint on his bloody shirt.

All right, I saw him.

I went to meet him at the fencing gym.

He was hurt. I helped him clean up.

Why'd you lie about that?

Love can make you stupid, Detective.

Anyone see you leave the gym?

I passed Zach's roommate Lucas on the way out.

You recently filled a prescription for hydrocordone,

the same drug we found in Zach.

You care to explain?

He was in pain. I thought they might help.

Help knock him out so you could kill him?

Look, I could never...

I've never been to Zach's room.

Why would I be stupid enough?

In your own words, Professor,

love makes you stupid.

This woman makes Pinocchio look honest.

There's still no evidence placing her in Zach's room.

Okay, you go back to the room and see if CSU missed anything.

I'll go find Lucas and see if Danvers's alibi version five-point-oh checks out.

Pangborn Hall

I kill my boyfriend, I gotta leave trace somewhere.

Now to burke a guy while he's sleeping,

you're gonna have to sit on his chest, right?

Yeah?

Well, then you've got to pull up on the frame to get enough pressure.

So there has to be a print under here somewhere.

You find anything?

No. Just dust bunnies.

You know what... I'll get on top?

Whoa, whoa, whoa,

wait a minute, we had a seminar about this.

I'm not gonna staying right here.

Look, she lies on top of him, but she can't get enough leverage.

So, she pushes up against the top bunk o get pressure...

Can you pass the me the white light.

Yeah.

Thanks.

Ah, adhesive on the left shoe. Tape, maybe.

The professor's feet are that big?

DeCicco Fencing Gymnasium

Is that the sword you lost to Zach with?

I didn't lose.

That's not what I heard.

I also heard you would have lost your scholarship if Zach hadn't been conveniently murdered.

Look, like I said, I didn't kill him.

But if the shoe fits.

I'm guessing these will.

I already matched them to the shoeprint on the bedspring above Zach's bunk.

And this tape matches the adhesive we found.

Looks like you lose Lucas... once again.

Doctor Cavanaugh.

I...

I wanted to thank you.

Oh, just doing my job.

I was a real chump, wasn't I?

Look,

you couldn't have known.

I suppose I'm grateful I wasn't a cradle robber after all.

Not that the University sees it that way.

I've been suspended, pending a review.

I'm very sorry.

I know you think what Zach and I had was wrong?

You were his advisor.

You had a duty to maintain a boundary.

Tell me, have you had many relationships?

Enough.

I haven't.

My marriage went sour years ago.

So, I've been alone for a long time.

And it's hard when everyone around you is finding true love.

It's not an excuse,

but when Zach came along,

I just wasn't thinking.

I, so wanted a second chance.

Don't we all deserve that?

Doctor Macy?

Come on in.

The D.A. is not pressing any charges against me.

I think I have you to thank for that.

This is a friend of mine with INS.

He's expecting your call.

Why are you helping me?

Because I'd like to think that someone would do the same for me if I were in your position.

If... if I could ever repay you?

No. It's all right... Doctor Cuevas.

Hey, boss.

Hey.

Any leads on Shyler?

No.

Rumor has it that the heart you recovered at the airport is missing.

Is that right?

Yeah.

It seems to have made its way to a Russian boy in a Montreal hospital.

That's bizarre.

If you knew anything about this, you'd tell me, right?

No.

I was just checking.

Feel like grabbing a drink?

Sorry, I already made plans.

It's the dork, isn't it?

We talked. So his laugh hasn't changed.

But you know he seemed... he seemed nice.

Nice is nice.

Everyone deserves a second chance, right?

Word of advice.

Try not to sabotage things before dessert.

Who me?

Stop the world and let me off.

I'm tired of going round and round.

I played the game of love and lost.

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