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I've been running nearly all of my life.

Far and fast as I can.

It may sound funny,

but I'm thinking this might be about right where I can,

well I don't know, maybe I'm coming around.

Look who it is, the Fantastic Four.

Brace yourself, he's in suck up mode.

This is a big one, guys.

Well, you get a call first thing in the morning before M.E.'s,

you know it's going to be...

big.

Watch where you step. There's shoe prints everywhere.

I'll lift a gel print.

No living witnesses.

No apparent struggle.

One shot to the chest and then again to the head.

These two each got one in the back and, again, one in the head.

These steps lead to each victim,

which says that our shooter's first round was on the move.

And he made damn sure that the second round he fired did the job.

Bullets look like a nine-millimeter.

From a place like this, how much could they have gotten away with?

Wasn't any robbery.

Register's full. Tip money's untouched.

Wallets, purses.

So what then? Random mayhem?

I don't know.

I was kind of hoping you guys would tell me.

Hey guys, I'm afraid things are about to get a lot more complicated.

I have a Special Agent Robert Feeney.

FBI.

Swell.

I can't imagine it was a chance encounter.

More like a hit.

Sir, this is a crime scene.

Out of my way, flatfoot.

FBI.

I'm Garret Macy, Chief M.E.

I... I understand you have a personal stake in this, but you.

Hey! Show a little respect.

All right,

where's this agent's vehicle?

Excuse me?

It's not in the street.

You know, fellas, we actually just arrived ourselves, so...

You want to tell us what's going on here?

There's other agents on the way.

Was it something we said?

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How weird was that?

One of their own lying here dead,

and all those two can think about is a breakfast date.

Let's bag and tag all of this stuff.

The water glasses, the utensils.

Wait a minute. Look at this.

Lipstick.

What's up? Not your shade?

Not this victim's either.

She's not even wearing lipstick.

It's a map of the city sights.

Looks like she was taking a tour of Boston...

no clue this would be here last stop.

Swedish passport...

Ingrid Andersson.

Twenty-four.

Is that Andersson with two S's?

Lars Andersson.

Twenty-six.

So what was she doing with the fellow over here?

Asking directions?

Tourists.

Wrong place, wrong time. Welcome to Boston.

If she wasn't with Feeney who was his breakfast companion?

Well, maybe she got away while everyone else was being shot.

Maybe the shooter kidnapped her.

Maybe she was the shooter.

It's a near perfect print there.

Get us an ID as soon as you can.

Shoe print?

We have a distinct pattern that doesn't match any of the victims' shoes.

Once we can ID the brand...

we can inquire with all the outlets that carry it.

If we can match the shoe to the owner.

Just like Cinderella.

Except without the happily ever after.

It appears our agent wasn't inclined to stray far from his work.

A portable hard drive?

It's government issued.

Very Black ops....

Forty-gigabyte, both USB and fire wire ports for super fast transfer.

I am not worthy.

Can you figure out what's on it?

Is the bear Catholic?

And if he is, does that mean the Pope.

Ah, guys?

You're gonna want to take a look at this.

We got a match.

Samantha Rae.

Fritztown, Pennsylvania.

Born October 1977.

Shouldn't there be a photo? DMV? Or something?

Maybe she doesn't drive.

Or maybe she's camera shy.

Or maybe using a fake ID.

Don't start with conspiracy theories, Jordan.

It's still too early in the morning.

Come on, Garret.

Take a step over to the dark side.

You know you want to.

Yo, Doctor Macy, I got a track on Feeney's credit card usage.

He filled up at two gas stations between Cambridge and Philly

within the last twelve hours.

Wonder what was in Philadelphia.

Fenney's breakfast date, Samantha Rae.

Nigel?

Portable hard drive?

Ah, that's going to be a while decoding.

Meantime, though,

I did receive these incredibly grainy surveillance photos.

From where?

That primitive bank machine across the street from the diner.

Still uses videotape if you can believe it.

We've been looking for a woman driving off in Agent Feeney's car after the shooting.

I do have what looks like a woman and a car right here.

It's depixilating as we speak.

Ah, I know this case takes precedence, Doctor Macy,

but we've got a full crypt.

A little delegation of labor would be helpful.

Fine. Grab Sidney.

You can pull Bug too if you need him.

Oh, I do. I need them both.

Now, you think you can get this any clearer?

Patience, Woodrow.

Ah, meantime, feast your eyes upon this.

By measuring her frame against the hood of the car,

it appears that we are looking for a woman

about five-seven, hundred and twenty pounds.

Quite the hotty.

For a killer.

Remember, it's not funny.

Oh, when you say that, it's got to be funny.

But it's not.

What's not?

Medics just brought him in.

Frank Chiemingo, age fifty-seven,

suffered a massive coronary in the upper deck of a Bruins game.

Wow.

You know, for a true fan, that's a great way to go.

Ah...

doubtful. They had just lost in overtime.

Yeah, but what's not funny about it?

Oh.

That.

Yeah. That.

Apparently, the medics thought it was funny.

But, it's not.

No, no, no. Absolutely not.

I'll put this with his personal effects.

Please.

Hey, what are you doing?

Ah, what does it look like?

I absolutely never cut off the victim's clothes unless it's absolutely necessary.

Well, that's absolutely good for you.

But it is necessary.

I mean, look at the size of this guy.

Just get me more collection kits.

What? Excuse me?

When did I fall into the role of assisting you?

Gee, I don't know. Seniority?

And how long are you gonna hold that over me, I mean, how many years?

How long do you plan on being here?

More collection kits coming up, sir.

What is his problem?

Well, you know, your tone was a little...

My tone?

He was about to cut the clothes off my body.

Are you threatened by Sidney?

Threatened?

By him?

I mean, sure, he's well liked and...

he does a good job. But...

that has no bearing on you.

We have plenty of love for you both.

Come on, It's not about love, Lily.

It's about respect.

The kind of respect I show for Jordan, the kind she shows Doctor Macy.

She does?

Oh, come on, you know she does.

It's about experience.

Collection kits.

What's next, Doctor Bug?

Well...

I'll let you kids work this out.

Fine. Okay. You need a quote?

How about...

Regardless of the FBI's statement, we are still processing evidence

and have not yet reached a conclusion.

End quote.

That ought the piss them off.

No, wait! Don't...

don't quote me on that. Just...

Fine. Great, you know what? You're welcome.

Big surprise.

FBI's just issued an APB for Samantha Rae.

Alerting the media before saying word one to us.

That's par for the course.

We know anything more about her?

Uh, girl is an enigma wrapped in a riddle.

Uh...

Fritztown, PA, population 478.

One movie theater, two traffic lights.

Yawn factor alone would have me jumping in front of a bus.

Samantha works at the local pharmacy.

Living there three months.

And what's the enigma part?

Well, it seems that prior to those three months, Samantha Rae didn't exist at all.

What? / Yeah. No trace of her before Fritztown.

Social Security number was issued three months ago.

Same with her bank accounts. Three months.

So, we have a woman with a false identity having breakfast with an FBI agent?

Hey, Larry, it's Hoyt.

Listen, I need you to run a few numbers for me.

Social Security, ATM.

Okay, I've cracked the portable hard drive found on Feeney's body.

It contains a full surveillance report on one Albert Lemere...

French national and some kind of international criminal.

FBI's been tracking him for years.

Arrested three months ago on trafficking, conspiracy, and extortion.

Now at Lompoc Federal prison awaiting trial.

When does Samantha Rae come into the picture.

About two days after Lemere's arrest.

What else you got?

Three months ago.

Are you seeing a pattern here?

All right, thank you, Larry.

All right, PD's got all the numbers.

Samantha Rae makes one false move and she's ours.

No, she's ours.

Excuse me, you can't just walk in here.

Why not?

You seem to have no problem meddling in our business.

How is their helping Boston PD solve a multiple homicide your business?

Samantha Rae is none of your concern.

Even after you put an APB out on her.

She's quite dangerous.

Yeah.

She stands about five-seven, a hundred twenty pounds, and has brown hair.

This is Hoyt.

We'll be taking this.

Go ahead. We've got copies.

I know we seem abrupt here.

But we can't have other agencies screwing up our case.

We'll try to be careful.

Samantha Rae just used her credit card six minutes ago.

Where?

You really want to know?

Then we're all going to be working together on this.

Framingham Train Station

There's a train boarding.

All right, you guys check that. I got the line.

Excuse me.

Yeah.

Samantha Rae.

Stop! Boston PD!

Stop.

Put it down.

Okay.

I'm putting the gun down.

Did you kill those people?

No!

In the diner. Did you kill them?

No!

Are you trying to kill me too?

Listen, I'm a cop.

FBI?

Boston PD.

- Feds just want to talk. - They're wrong!

The Feds are wrong. Don't believe them.

I won't.

It wasn't me.

I didn't kill anybody.

I believe you. I do.

But right now, I gotta ask you to calm down,

take a deep breath, and get the gun away from my head.

Now, I'm gonna turn around real slow.

I just want to help.

We got nothing.

What about you?

Same here. Nothing.

What are you looking at?

Early this morning, I was washing my face.

Thinking about going to town...

Sick and tired of hanging around this place,

- waiting for it all to come down. - His personal effects reek of beer.

A Bruins fan to the bitter end.

What are you doing?

Heart.

Bag.

Oh, I'm bagging his heart.

Well, not only is that the wrong bag, but you should be double bagging.

Well, first of all, we ran out of organ bags days ago.

And secondly, do I look like some kind of grocery boy?

Look,

I like to individually bag each organ, and then put them all in a larger bag.

Key words being that "you like to".

It's the most efficient way.

But it's not eco-friendly.

Just do it.

You know what?

Can we just get this all out in the open?

Yeah, please.

I don't work for you.

No, but I outrank you.

On what chart?

I've worked here for seven years, Sidney.

You've barely been here five months.

And I wasn't born the day I arrived.

I put in three years at the Presbyterian Hospital before this

and another two with an AIDS mission through the Sudan.

So, I know my way around.

Oh, please don't throw noble causes up at me, Sid.

I mean, it is quite commendable, but we've all paid our dues,

believe me.

Hey, guys.

- What? - What?

Missus Chiemingo's here to ID her husband.

Well, good. Then let Brother Theresa here handle it.

And you quit stand-up for this?

Um...

have you done a death notification before?

It's nothing I can't handle.

All right.

Aren't you forgetting something?

His belongings?

Thank you.

You saw her?

Samantha Rae.

She got the drop on me.

You didn't get beat up by a girl again, did you?

She sounded more scared than anything else.

Said somebody's trying to kill her.

Did Tweedle-Dum and Dumber see her?

I'm sorry, the FBI?

No. It was just me.

Cavanaugh.

Oh, no, that it great, Tony, just great.

What is so great? And who is Tony?

He's a buddy of mine over at DMV.

I asked him to cross-reference Feeney's license plate

with every parking ticket handed out in the last twenty-four hours.

It looks like you just got lucky.

First of all, uh... Mrs. Chiemingo,

we would just like to say how sorry we are for your loss.

Don't be.

I married an idiot.

Excuse me?

A grown man paints his face and takes off his shirt at an ice rink.

You're an idiot, Frankie!

Apparently, he died of a heart attack.

Doctor said it was just a matter of time.

The way he ate, drank, yelled at the TV.

Well... uh...

at least he died, you know,doing something he loved.

On our anniversary.

That's right.

Selfish son-of-a-bitch would rather go to the game

than stay home on our anniversary.

Um...

Oh, these are his, uh...

personal effects, ma'am.

Idiot!

He did it to get on TV.

Did it work?

Every game. Every night, I'd get calls.

Friends laughing.

And not "with" him, believe me.

Not that he cared. No, he was famous!

Uh... again, ma'am, we offer our...

- deepest sympathies. - Yeah, yeah, yeah, me too.

Can't you find another hobby?

I don't like being followed.

Like you're the only one who thought to look for parking tickets.

Didn't you see that guy?

What guy?

Guy who just peeled off.

Thirtyish, olive complexion, green sedan.

That's twice I've seen him now. Here and at the train station.

And you said nothing then?

You know who I'm talking about.

In due time, Hoyt.

Trust me.

Feeney's laptop's got an untitled file listing four names.

Last among them...

Samantha Rae.

The other three look familiar to you?

To me?

This is FBI stuff.

What do they have in common with Samantha Rae.

You said in due time. And I think that time is due.

These people were supposed to testify against a drug lord named Albert Lemere.

Past tense.

That's right.

They've each met with an untimely death.

By our mystery man in the green car.

Yes, that's what we think.

And you think that he killed the people in the diner.

No.

Those we think were carried out by the one witness who's still alive.

Samantha Rae.

Real name is Pamela Bragman.

She called herself a freelance reporter

doing a story on the drug trade in Afghanistan.

Were fuzzy on the details of how she met Lemere,

but suffice it to say that a reporter's salary

couldn't compete with the lavish lifestyle a drug kingpin could provide.

Morocco, Rome, France, Mexico.

We arrested them three months ago.

She cut a deal in exchange for her testimony.

We put her in the program and Samantha Rae was born.

What was she doing with Feeney?

Lemere's trial starts Wednesday.

Feeney was bringing her in,

stopping at the diner where we were supposed to take custody. But...

transfer never happened.

It appears our girl still remains loyal to Lemere.

And rather than testify against him,

we believe that she carried out the murders of Feeney

and the five innocent bystanders.

Conspiring with mystery man.

Yes. That would be the logical conclusion.

She's armed and dangerous, Detective.

And a pathological liar that we never should have trusted.

And neither should you.

Those three other names on Feeney's laptop?

Very interesting.

Very cloak and dagger.

And all with something very much in common.

I know. They're all very dead.

Yeah, but what you don't know is they all lived in the greater Boston area

and passed through this very morgue.

Enough. Have you still got their files?

Three deaths. None related.

One drowning. One car accident.

And one shot with a nine millimeter straight through the forehead.

We have a photograph of the bullet right here.

And we have the actual bullet right here.

Looks like a nine millimeter.

Look at that. The striations are identical.

Yup. It's a match.

That was easy.

What have we stumbled onto here?

These people rolled into the morgue the day after Lemere was arrested.

They were all going to testify against Albert Lemere until Samantha Rae.

You mean, Pamela Bragman.

Whoever the hell she is.

She got rid of nearly every witness for the prosecution.

That's what the Feds think.

Meaning Lemere will walk.

And to think, I was actually starting to believe she was innocent.

I'm sorry.

Do I know you?

I think you do.

What the FBI is saying, isn't true.

I didn't kill those people.

Okay. Then give me the gun and tell me who did.

Not yet.

I need proof.

Feel like grabbing a...

It's okay, Garret.

You call this okay?

I was going after a story. I'm a journalist.

And when you were called to testify?

Agent Feeney and I stopped by the diner.

We were waiting for other agents who were going to come and get me.

I got up and I went to the bathroom and...

when the shooting stopped and I came out,

and I saw what had happened...

I took Agent Feeney's gun and I got out of there.

If this is because of me, I need to make it right.

And how do you propose to do that?

Here, take it.

If the bullets that you pull from the victims are a match, then turn me in.

Don't call the FBI until I have a chance to prove myself.

You're asking an awful lot.

I hope I'm asking the right people.

How'd it go?

Uh... different, to say the least.

Are you checking up on my work?

I had been.

Where is it?

Where's what?

The heart. I can't find it.

Oh, again with the stand-up routine?

You see me laughing?

Bug, come on.

You know what, man, you just love to see me look bad.

You're doing that all by yourself.

Enough sniping.

Wait.

You're right.

You didn't lose it.

Apparently,

you gave it to the man's wife instead of his personal effects.

Oh, my God.

What were you thinking?

Me?

You're the one who handed it to me.

I did not!

Yes, you did!

I was walking out and you said

hey, aren't you forgetting something...

Oh, my God, he's right.

Did I?

Yeah, well, certainly not on purpose!

Oh!

Okay, okay, okay.

Gotta stay cool.

We are talking automatic lawsuit here.

Well, not... not if she hasn't opened it yet!

Oh, it's only a matter of time.

Couldn't you feel that it was a heart in there before you gave to that poor woman?

Guys!

Well, if you hadn't been all over my case, maybe I would have!

If you would just do what I ask you to do!

Stop... / How about you worry about your own stuff...

- Stop it, stop it... - and let me worry about mine!

Bug, over there! Sidney, that way!

- But he never listens to! - No, buts!

You are both very smart, fairly grown men,

who are acting like pre-schoolers and that's why this happened!

Now...

we have to get that heart back.

And the questions is how?

Yeah, well, I'm sure he'll figure something out.

You know what, if you want to blame me, that's fine.

So help me, I will hurt you both!

If Missus Chiemingo opens that bag, she's going to have a heart attack,

and we can all continue this fight on the unemployment line!

Now...

for the sake of this office,

and much more importantly, for the sake of that poor woman,

I suggest you put aside your so-called differences and get the heart back!

She's right.

Stop.

I'll go.

No. I gave it to her.

I'll go.

And I gave it to you.

Then we'll both go.

No.

It's my body. My responsibility.

Come on, man. Are we going to argue about this now?

You know what, when I first started here...

Oh, here we go.

I thought I knew everything, and no one could tell me otherwise.

First of all, I don't know everything.

And you can tell me whatever.

Is it possible for you to suspend your disbelief for a moment here

and imagine that it's not you were talking about?

Look back then, I had somebody who was giving me a hard time.

Despite my vast previous experience.

Constantly challenging my findings, questioning my judgment.

And he still does on occasions.

Doctor Macy?

Yeah, and I hated it.

I really did.

But I'm also better for it.

So, while I know it's unpleasant,

just be grateful that it was me giving you a hard time, and not Doctor Macy.

And I really am going to pull rank on you here, Sidney.

I am going to go to Missus Chiemingo, and I am going to get the heart back.

This is on me, Sidney. Not you.

What are you gonna say to get it back.

I'll think of something.

The truth, maybe.

Yeah, that's a bad idea.

This gun did not kill those people in the diner.

You believe me now?

You've got a ways to go.

Oh, this is the strangest day.

What is it, now?

Uh...

Uh... nothing, it's just that Woody's asking for you.

He's waiting in the lobby.

He's waiting?

Since when does he not just barge right in?

Since he's got two Feds with him.

You called them?

Of course, I didn't call them.

But since they're here,

Pamela, for your own safety, maybe you should go with them.

Please. I'm begging you.

Don't.

Um...

what should I tell them?

If she tries anything scream.

If she tries anything, I will drop her like a set of keys.

Please, whoever killed Agent Feeney and the others

had no trouble getting around these guys.

I'm better off on my own.

Where is she?

First of all, what makes you think she's here?

She called information on her cell, Doc.

She asked for the address here.

Yeah, something tells me she wasn't planning on sending fan mail.

Now, wait, wait, wait a minute.

Maybe you're not familiar with the term aiding and abetting?

Listen, her gun didn't kill those people.

And while I know that doesn't clear her,

I also know she's scared to death that you two can't protect her.

Really? Is that what she told you?

Just to be on the safe side, why not let Detective Hoyt take her in?

Sounds like a reasonable compromise.

Just to be on the safe side,

I'm going to be there.

Follow me.

What the hell are you trying to pull?

Nigel?

Yeah?

Where are they?

Whom are we discussing?

Pamela Bragman. Where is she?

I don't know.

It's okay, Nigel. Tell us.

Uh...

Jordan thought perhaps if Pamela could piece together the shooting at the diner.

The diner. Let's go.

Jordan.

She's gone.

Knowing Jordan's lead foot, they're probably halfway there.

She's still not picking up her cell.

She's gonna get them both killed.

We'll meet you guys there.

You're not going anywhere.

Excuse me?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, that's city property!

And, now it's damaged city property.

Are you out of your mind?

I will not be responsible for endangering any more civilian lives.

I'm not a civilian, jack-ass!

Woody, take it easy!

Knock it off!

Go.

Son of a bitch!

Come on, my car!

What are we gonna do?

We're gonna follow them, what do you think?

Doctor Macy, why don't you let me drive?

- I know... - Get in the car!

Whoa... whoa... whoa.

On your right, on your right!

That's him.

That's him, that's the dude who's been following us.

We gotta stop him.

Easy, Doc, easy.

- Look out. - I got it!

Slow down, slow down.

Car, car, car.

Will you be quiet for a second?

Stay down... stay down.

Let me see some hands!

Let me see some hands!

Hands!

Now, open the door

and step out of the vehicle slowly.

Real slow like.

Hands behind your head.

Turn around and face the vehicle...

Quiet!

You're a little nuts, you know that, Doc?

And you're making a big mistake.

I think you're the one making the mistake, pal.

What are you doing following us?

I'm not following you.

Why do you want Pamela?

Who?

You know damn well who I'm talking about.

Pamela Bragman.

I know damn well you're out of your jurisdiction.

Yeah, I've been hearing that a lot lately.

You should work with the Feds.

Funny you should say that.

Woody.

He's FBI.

That's I.I.D.

Internal Affairs.

Conducting an in house investigation.

On Agents Sullivan and Blair.

Investigating the murder of Agent Feeney.

Look, if this Pamela didn't kill Feeney,

then whoever did knows she's the only living witness.

Let's go.

Get back in your car.

See, now you're being smart.

My keys, man. Hurry up.

My keys.

What the hell?

You son of a bitch!

Okay, mind your feet, and try not to touch anything.

This is still an active crime scene.

Okay, this is a little game my father and I used to like to play.

Feel out the space. Retrace the steps.

Now, I want to know exactly how it happened.

Every detail, just the way you remember it.

I'll try...

We were sitting right here at the counter.

He asked me to keep my back to the door so I wouldn't be seen.

He was being so careful.

He must have seen someone coming.

That's why he sent you to the bathroom.

Maybe then, a tourist came over to ask for directions.

I went down.

To the house of the crosses...

I saw my mama...

fall on her knees...

She said to me,

I don't know how people could be...

I don't know how people could be so evil

She said to me.

I waited a little while.

And then, when I came out,

I couldn't believe my eyes.

There was blood everywhere.

I just...

I grabbed Feeney's keys and his gun, and I ran out for my life.

Okay, let's say Feeney saw someone coming

and sent you to the bathroom just to be careful.

What are you saying?

I'm saying that maybe he knew this person...

but didn't trust them enough

to leave you sitting at the counter.

But who? Who would do that?

I don't know, but until we do, maybe you should get back to the bathroom.

Now.

She's still not picking up.

She must have it turned off.

Jordan. Call me.

Okay? The Feds are on their way to you, okay?

Do not trust them, do you hear me?

Do not trust them.

Where is she?

In the bathroom.

This was a bad idea.

You could have gotten her killed.

Where's your partner?

Keeping watch in the car outside.

You're both now in very grave danger.

Yeah, I can see that.

Clever girl.

Next time, you should try wearing slippers.

They're virtually untraceable.

I'll keep that in mind.

Better call for back up.

You really think you can get away with this?

Why not?

You took an enormous chance bringing her here.

I was on my way to your rescue, but...

Lemere's people got here first.

You were dead when I got here.

Come on out, ladies.

The game is over.

You can say that again.

Come on, let's see them.

I'll take that.

Nice going, Jordan.

Well, ma'am, allow me to get to the point.

I know it's late and you're obviously in mourning.

I was sleeping. What do you want?

Well, ma'am, it's about your husband's personal effects.

There were two bags.

One with a big, foamy, novelty.

The finger?

The finger...

- Yeah. - Right.

Only, I'm here about the other bag.

Have you had a chance to look inside?

No.

Oh, no. That's very good.

- Why? - Why?

Why is that very good?

I just need to check the serial number on the bag.

Only, don't look inside.

If I'm right, it'll spoil the surprise.

I hate surprises.

Then please give me the bag.

Now, you're making me want to look in it.

No, please.

Look, ma'am,

allow me to be honest.

No, Doctor, allow me, it was my mistake after all.

What mistake?

I'm afraid one of your husband's belongings

got lost in the shuffle back at the morgue.

What belonging?

What is that?

It was in his pants pocket.

This was Frankie's?

Yeah.

It's also engraved.

Happy Anniversary, love your number one fan.

Oh, my...

Right.

There... there was a card, too.

Oh, yeah, yeah. Um...

how did it go again? um?

The Bruins are my team.

But...

you hold my heart.

Right, right.

You hold my heart.

Ma'am, may I have the silver bag.

Help... help yourself.

Thank you.

It's so beautiful.

Five-zero-eight-two-five-zero.

It's a match.

Great, great.

Well, ma'am, we'll leave you to admire your husband's heart.

Thanks.

Thank you.

Thanks a million.

Oh, Frankie... Frankie...

Frankie!

You couldn't have told me you were going to do that before I almost caved?

I thought of it about a half-hour ago.

Well, it was brilliant.

Excuse me?

You heard me.

Well done.

Well, you know, when I thought you were going to tell the truth, I just...

Bad idea.

Yeah. But I really like the sound of that.

Brilliant.

You were right.

Yeah.

No. I mean...

It's really good that I have someone pushing me.

Well, perhaps you don't require it as much as I've been dolling it out.

You owe me fifty dollars for your half of the locket.

How much?

Fifty dollars.

Hey, you said this was on you, not me, man.

I was just trying to help you out.

Done.

You hungry?

Starved.

Cool. Because I know this really nice steak house nearby.

Well, let's just keep that in the car.

Yeah.

Finally lived my burden down...

Woody?

No, thank you, I'm driving.

I'll take his.

Not alone.

Easy, folks.

Okay... uh...

to the innocent victims.

May they rest in peace.

That was a stupid thing you did tonight, Jordan.

Putting yourself out there for a perfect stranger.

Going back to the scene of the crime unprotected.

And this surprises you how?

You were lucky.

Could've ended up a whole different way.

And believe it or not, there's still a few of us around here

that would've missed you if it had.

Wow, back-handed as it was, I'll just take it as a compliment.

Hey. You ready?

I think so.

Her mom is meeting us at the precinct.

I haven't seen or spoken to her in over three months.

And I probably wouldn't be doing so now if it weren't for you guys.

Thank you doesn't quite cover it.

Oh.

It'll do.

Okay, so you did one good thing tonight.

We.

We did one good thing.

Did you mean that?

You know, when you were saying that you actually...

care about what happens to me?

Of course, I did.

So, would that also include my financial health?

Okay. Yeah, yeah, I didn't think so.

Cool.

My hearts a little ragged, but it's all that I got,

so I'm going to give it a try.

Look out world, I'm coming, ready or not,

I don't want to let you pass me by.

Here I go, maybe I'm coming around.

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