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"Tired of Waiting for You" by The Kinks

So tired, tired of waiting

- What is with this city? - tired of waiting for you

Well, it's Boston in winter.

Deal with it.

Only for another twenty-one hours, then it's off to Miami!

Aren't you a little old for Spring Break?

Funny.

Sidney bringing up the body?

Yes. And just to be clear, this trip is not about

hot young ladies in next-to-no clothing with next-to-no inhibitions,

though that is a perk.

This trip is about The Kinks.

Wow, I always had you pegged for a Flock of Seagulls man.

Listen up.

One night only, 250-seat venue,

backstage laminate, front row seats,

just me, my high school buds and Ray Davies kicking it.

- You really got me! - You really got me!

Wow. I am shocked you became a cop!

What do we got?

We got Henry Marrow.

Gunshot wound to the head.

Entry wound shows blowback and stellate lacerations,

so it's pretty clear it's self-inflicted.

Hence case closed.

So if you people'll just sign the appropriate paperwork,

I can get the heck outta here and pack my bags.

Okay, gun was in the right hand?

Well, he didn't have much of a choice.

Whoo! / Imagine the itch you could scratch.

Oh, yeah.

Nothing unusual about the crime scene?

Uh, no B&E, no signs of struggle.

Well, the one cool thing is the gun.

It's a nineteen-thirty-three Tokarev TT-thirty-three.

And it is a beaut.

Worth over two grand.

Tokarev pistol with Chinese ideograms?

Seven point six two millimeter?

Yeah.

That's freaky.

So I hear you found the one-armed man.

It's no joke, Garret.

The guy in our crypt is a killer.

L.A., seven years ago.

My case.

Jordan thinks she botched it.

Okay. Faye Vaughn.

Go-go dancer... drug addict, general loser.

She was accused of murdering the guy she was having an affair with.

She was caught selling valuables stolen from his office.

Open and shut.

Only she had an explanation.

She didn't do it,

it was the one-armed man.

The Fugitive had been on TV the week before.

Not just a murderer, a plagiarist.

The murder weapon...

was a Tokarev TT-thirty-three with Chinese ideograms,

stolen from the victim's gun collection.

Never recovered.

Until now, with the one-armed man.

Well, even if you're right, you can't prosecute a dead guy.

He's not the problem.

Faye Vaughn is the problem.

I laid the forensic trail that nailed her to the wall.

She's in prison?

She's on Death Row.

Scheduled to be executed in five days.

Bernie, pick up already, this is message number five.

There's a woman on Death Row, don't be juvenile, just call me back.

Boy.

Kick you boss in the nuts just once.

And he doesn't take your calls.

Go figure.

- Hey. - Hey.

Well, trace metal seems consistent with the Tokarev,

so now I'm just gonna have to run it through the S.E.M.

Okay. See if you can get the bullet out of his head.

We'll need it to match the bullet that killed the guy in L.A.

Okay.

This guy Marrow has no record.

Uh, I just spoke to his widow,

she's in Ogunquit, a Self-Fulfillment Retreat.

Get her in here for a formal ID,

and try to find anything that'll prove her husband was in L.A. seven years ago,

anything that might link him to the murder.

I'm a grief counselor.

It's supposed to be a therapeutic relationship, what am I supposed to say,...

your dead husband's a murder suspect, tell me about him?

Please put your professional qualms on the shelf

and help me try to save this woman's life.

Oh. / Isn't being pushy your expertise, Jordan?

I'm not gonna be here.

I'm going to L.A.

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ORIGINAL AIR DATE ON NBC: 2005/02/13

Blogs, my naive friend, Blogs are the future.

Blogs?

Oh, I'm sorry, haven't you joined the 21st century online journals.

I started posting all the evidence on the Beacon Hill Murders.

Now some Joe Fropawtucket's gonna find something

we trained professionals can't?

Well, it's been three years.

You know, maybe we get lucky.

Someone sees something in one of those bloody killings we didn't.

And some of them are rather bloody.

I can't let them have the numbers.

It would change everything.

"N" would roll over in his grave.

Please.

Help me.

Uh, sorry.

No, anyway, so then they go to www.nigelblog.com.

And see for themselves.

Hey, Bug, you want yours plain?

Did you see that?

See what?

See what?

- Hey! - Ah!

Hey. Did you know that there are one-hundred-fifty-eight flights...

every day from L.A. to Miami?

Thirty-eight non-stop.

No, no, no, no!

I only have five days to get this woman off Death Row!

Jordan, you lived in L.A. for five years...

I'm sure...

I'm sure you can find someone to help you out.

Remember when I told you...

how much everybody loved me out there?

I... I may have embellished that a little bit.

You may find this hard to believe, but I was actually a little volatile back then.

Listen to me, Jordan, just listen to me, okay?

Cause I've been planning this trip for months.

This is a one-time...

one-night, intimate concert for real fans.

Because they're our band.

Come on.

I screwed up.

A woman's gonna die because I testified

that she was the only one who could've done it.

Jordan...

But if I'm gonna keep them from executing this woman on Friday...

I'm gonna need court orders, help from the police,

a... a judge...

and you've got connections out there, right?

Yeah, but...

One-hundred-fifty-eight flights a day.

You'll make your concert.

She had to leave

Los Angeles!

Arm the gate!

Southern California Women's Facility

This way. Death Row

Ms. Vaughn, I'm...

I know who you are.

Come for absolution before they kill me?

Truth be told, if I thought the way you did then...

I'd think I was guilty, too.

Only now I know you didn't do it.

We may have found your one-armed man.

I'm Detective Woody Hoyt, Boston...

Is this some kind of joke?

No. It's no joke, Faye.

Look, I have four days left to live, you know,

I've made peace with dying.

He didn't have one arm.

That's the way they all tried to make it sound,

like I couldn't even come up with an original story.

He had two arms, he just... he had this...

Claw.

With a pincer.

Miss Vaughn, I know it's been seven years,

but do you think you'd be able to recognize his face?

See his face...

my whole world is that night.

Is that your daughter?

No, that's me.

Helps me remember that I'm...

I'm not who they say I am.

Oh, my God.

That's him!

That's him!

If they had the numbers, they could change everything?

Could be launch codes to nuclear weapons...

Oh, stop already.

My brain was just trying to reconcile my guilt that I didn't give him any change.

I mean, there were hundreds of other people standing around,

no one else saw anything.

You're right.

No one saw anything.

What... what are you doing here, Detective Framus?

Yeah, what do you mean no one saw anything?

I speak seven languages.

I chose English.

No one saw anything!

I just wasted an hour of my time checking out your man in a van fiction.

Lucky I was wearing comfortable shoes.

And to answer question one,

your lanky friend called me.

Anything to see you again, Buggles.

How's your Trekkie memorabilia?

I miss your Spock ears.

It's fine.

Why'd you call her?

Oh, I didn't, I called Woody and she picked up his line.

Is there anything you wanna tell me, Buggles?

I can't believe you called her.

You still owe me that gimlet.

Bug.

Detective Framus.

Hi, Garret, nice surprise!

Listen, Bug, Jordan's out playing Joan of Arc

and Lily is out chasing down leads for her,

I need you to handle an ID.

With pleasure.

Thanks.

You sure you don't want to do this with a photograph? Crypt: Lester Abbot

I, uh,

I hadn't seen my father in a long time.

I... I really wanna see him.

Okay.

Please.

Help me.

It's him!

Him who?

The man I saw abducted?

He's dead. In the crypt.

You mock me.

- Nigel! - Hey!

Look.

So he was kidnapped?

Well, that's the weird thing.

The guy came in as a hospital pick-up from Saint Edmund's,

he'd been there for months.

Died in his sleep.

Three hours after you saw...

what you saw.

What did I see?

You sure you don't want me to come with you?

I can handle Bernie Krump.

- I didn't say you couldn't handle him... - I'm a different person now, okay?

I can play nice.

Yeah. You go check out Sunset Division,

see if you can find anything about Marrow.

Get the State's Evidence in Faye's case.

A woman's life is at stake here,

I mean, how big of an ass could he be?

I have a restraining order against you.

It's been almost four years, Bernie, isn't this being a little...

You assaulted me.

And you wouldn't believe how sorry I am.

Don't come near me!

You are not now, nor will you ever be, welcome back here.

Believe me, I don't wanna be here, either,

but I'm trying to help Faye Vaughn, that case that I called you about.

Look, I just need access to the evidence in the vault, okay,

gunshot residue, tissue samples?

Samples that are property of the L.A County Coroner's Office,

where you don't work.

Where you have no access, and no rights,

on a case that you have no standing in.

A woman is going to be executed in four days.

For a crime that she did not commit.

Because the real killer just happened to show up in your morgue

three thousand miles from the scene of the crime.

Nice try.

Yes, Doctor Krump.

There's a five-one-two in my office.

What are you doing?

You're supposed to stay fifteen hundred feet away from me.

I can have you arrested.

Look, Bernie, I...

I am very sorry for knocking your testicles around.

But you can't just let this woman die!

Oh, you gotta be kidding me.

Ma'am.

You guys, please...

Um, Bernie, seriously, listen to me, Bernie...

No, no, Bernie...

- Let's go. - Don't be an...

Yeah, you really got me now,

you got me so I don't know what I'm doing now,

oh, yeah...

you really got me now...

you got me so I can't sleep at night,

you really got me!

Actually, I'm gonna keep speaking to you like that

until you open up your puny little mind

and just give me the...

Hello? Hello?

I think L.A. brings out your softer side.

The judge who sentenced Faye.

His answer to everything is,...

she's exhausted all of her appeals....

Miami Sound Machine having a reunion?

Called beachwear, Jordan, and it's muy caliente in Miami.

After my run-in with Krump, I thought we'd start in early today.

I already did. Crack of dawn.

Two hundred crunches... check out my abs,

you could do your laundry on them.

Yeah, you could run for Governor.

We don't have time for this.

But do you have time for this, court order.

Bernard Krump has to give you everything,

full access, and I got another one of those lovely pieces de papier

that's gonna get me into the LAPD Evidence Room and access to the bullet.

Sh... how... how did you get this?

Friend of mine at Sunset Division

hooked me up with a very cool, very attractive A.D.A.,

and it turns out I'm not the only true Kinks fan west of the Mississippi.

And you made her hear music?

Ah, breakfast at the beach, sunrise over the ocean...

You know, I hate to break it to you,

but the sun does not rise over the water on the west coast.

All right, she hustled me.

She gets to go to Miami, front-row seats, backstage pass.

You traded your Kinks tickets to help me?

Get over yourself!

I did it for Faye.

I'll have the evidence for this court order sent up.

You do not have free reign!

You stay in here!

You don't talk to my people.

You chase your wild goose, and then you go.

Oh, home sweet home.

Hello? Someone there?

Ooh!

Sorry, Doctor K...

didn't expect anyone.

And hello.

Don't you have work to do?

Catching up, yeah.

Fascinating stuff, this.

Infections of the parasite Leishmania donovani

have proven useful in addressing our immune responses.

Yes. Right.

Going.

Oh, we haven't been introduced.

My name is Jordan.

Jordan?

As in Cavanaugh?

Neville.

Would it be too forward to ask if you would share a Toddy with me later,

I've heard so much about you.

You've got work to do.

Go do it where you do it.

Not here.

Actually, I could use a hand.

The faster I work, uh, the faster I go.

You've got a protective cup?

I'd wear it.

Oh, I'll take my chances.

You know this is gonna cost you a meal.

Maybe make it a theme. Boston Police Precinct

Let's say, Crazy fish....

Ha-ha. Funny.

Oh, what's the matter, you don't like sushi?

You called in a doctor from Saint Edmund's,

I thought you agreed to humor me.

Not a scratch on your dead man,

never reported missing,

I am humoring you.

Yes, he died in the hospital.

He'd been in a residential treatment program for the past six months.

Doctor Shaw, I know this may sound crazy,

but someone saw Mr. Abbot abducted in New Market Square yesterday.

Abducted?

Thrown into the van by two men?

You... you mean he actually was?

No, he snuck out after breakfast.

He was mentally ill?

Schizoaffective Disorder.

He'd been having manic symptoms with psychotic delusions for over a week.

Delusions that somebody wanted his numbers?

Exactly.

His numbers, or his equation, or his formula.

He was a physics professor at M.I.T.,

but he'd been fighting mental illness his whole life.

His son Noel had him placed with us, against his father's wishes.

So what happened when you found him?

He calmed down.

He fell asleep as soon as he was back.

But I guess being outside must have been very stressful for him.

Incredibly taxing on his heart.

I think that clears things up.

Woody!

Jordan!

Woody, over here!

And you said that they didn't like you around here. L.A. County Coroner's Attic

Krump's culture of fear.

No one's giving me a chance.

You get the bullet?

Yeah. And the rest of the physical evidence from the crime scene,

I figured that you can check everything for Marrow's trace.

Public Defender moved to Chicago,

but I did manage to get Faye's case files.

Oh, haven't we been playing nice?

You actually might want to try it sometime.

Here's your bullet.

Got your test results, love.

Neville!

Woody, Neville, he's my one champion in this hellhole.

Not stepping on any toes, I hope?

All yours.

So what'd you find on the gun residue tests

on the sample from our victim Zhang?

For you, everything.

Your one-armed man had residue composed of Mercury Fulminate.

Exact match to the gun residue on Zhang's body,

and Faye Vaughn's arm, and in the gun itself.

Perfect.

I'll photograph the striations,

send them to Sidney to get a match to Marrow's gun.

So your brother started all of this? Zhang Imports Market

Impressive.

Took it over from my father.

He got on the wrong side of Mao, left the mainland just in time.

Came here and started selling bamboo furniture from a pickup truck.

My brother took over, now me.

A family business.

In China we call it Guanxi,...

we take care of our own.

This was your brother's office.

Where he was killed.

They found him over there.

This is Detective Woody Hoyt of the Boston Police Department.

Su-Ying. My brother's widow.

She works in Payroll.

Like I said, family business.

You can show her the photograph of your man in Boston.

His name is Henry Marrow.

Do you recognize him?

Should I?

He fits the description of the man

Faye Vaughn said she saw shoot your husband.

We found him in Boston with what we believe was the murder weapon.

I didn't recognize him, either.

You're trying to free her.

That is why you're showing me this?

I'm sorry if this upsets you.

She tried to take my husband.

And when she couldn't, she killed him.

Same bullet took my heart!

You wanna help?

Leave well enough alone!

She deserves to die!

(Chinese)

I'm sorry we can't help.

Trace Evidence: Lester Abbot

Guys. Trace Evidence: Lester Abbot

Lester Abbot is a hospital transfer,

so why am I getting calls from his son saying we're not releasing the body?

Well, I would have,

only medical records show Mr. Abbot was on high doses of anti-psychotics,

Olanzapine and Lithium, to bring his manic state into balance.

Then, his tox results came in.

There's no trace of either in his system, but there are anti-depressants?

That's a viable treatment.

Yeah, but except that he was in a manic phase,

so anti-depressants would have made it worse.

Check this out.

When he approached me,

he was terrified that someone would get his numbers.

I found traces of cleaning solvent.

Someone washed this off.

So?

Maybe someone killed this man to get this code or algorithm.

It... it could've happened.

So you're saying that someone staged his death

to make it look like natural causes to steal his code?

Now I got two nut-jobs working for me.

You have one day!

The Brass Monkey Karaoke Bar

"I Love Rock 'N Roll" by Joan Jett & The Blackhearts

I saw him standing there by the record machine,

I knew he must have been about seventeen...

Jordan!

Your A.D.A. gets sunrise on the beach, I get a hotel karaoke bar?

Health Department gave the diner a "D".

Pick your poison.

Here we go, so what's up with you, are you jealous?

Oh, please, I don't do jealous.

I think you're cute when you're jealous...

Really I do.

- Anything from the family? - I love rock and roll.

I met with the widow Zhang.

She's none too happy we're looking into this.

Painful memories.

Or maybe she's hiding something.

I think everybody's hiding something, but that's just me.

You're becoming a cynic, I love that!

So any pangs about those Kinks tickets?

Huh? My old man would've killed me.

Oh, big Kinks fan?

Huge! Fanatic!

He'd come home from work,

crack open a beer and crank 'm.

In the sixties, everybody talked about The Stones and The Beatles,

not my old man.

Uh-uh. He was all about The Kinks.

That's what got him through Vietnam.

Whoo!

Thank you very much, thank you.

Thank you, Bobby, thank you.

All right, number three-four-three, please.

Oh! That's us! That's us!

- Let's go! - That's us! Three-forty-three!

Come on, Jordan, let's go! Come on!

Hi, this is Jordan.

Public defender seems to have buried this in his files.

No record of it in the D.A's evidence list.

I took the liberty of de-fragging and re-pixellating.

March 22nd, 1988.

Oh, it's the night before Zhang was killed.

Security video from the club where little innocent Faye worked.

What is she saying?

I think you'll get it in this blow-up.

- Did she just... - Threaten his life?

Yeah.

Then twenty-four hours later, he was dead.

You threatened Zhang, and then you killed him.

We saw the security video, it shows motive. Death Row:

I was drunk.

And stoned,

and... and he said it was over.

He... he was bringing shame on his family,

so, I threatened to tell his wife,

that's what I meant. you're dead,...

as in, "you're busted".

it, um...

then I needed a fix, so I decided to rip him off instead.

And he caught you, and you killed him.

No, I... I...

I took some stuff from the store,

you know, and... and... and, uh, then I heard a shot.

From the office.

And when I went in, he... he was laying dead on the floor.

And then... and then the guy with the claw surprised me and... and...

and he and I grabbed for the gun,

and... and... and we struggled, and then it went off!

There was no evidence of a second shot.

There was one!

Look, I... I know what I was then.

And now you've changed, is that it?

No, I...

yes, yeah, I've changed.

But, people don't change like that, I'm not a killer.

I was never a killer.

You came to me!

I've made peace with dying!

Why did you do this to me?

It looks like some sort of cloth.

Actually, we are thinking air bubble, injected into his bloodstream.

Oh, well, do we have proof of this?

Do we have proof?

Proof number one,

a puncture wound.

Arterial stick in the radial artery.

Fascinating.

You're telling me someone in a hospital got stuck by a needle?

Look.

Circulatory system is a closed system.

It has only blood.

If someone put air in his artery, it will bubble up.

Drum-roll, please.

Oh, air bubbles stopped the blood flow, led to a heart attack.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah, but definitely not by natural causes.

The murder weapon was a syringe.

Which leads us to believe that someone at the hospital killed him.

Okay, I'm gonna get back to Saint Edmund's, pony up some evidence.

I, uh, think you owe me an apology!

Haha, and you still owe me that gimlet!

Oh, she's a keeper.

God, tell me you've got something.

Striations are different.

That can't be right.

I just finished triple-checking Sidney's work.

The bullet that killed Quan Zhang didn't come out of Marrow's gun.

What about Lily and the widow?

Dead-end, nothing there.

I'm sorry.

Yeah. Thanks, Garret.

They did not match.

She didn't kill him.

Seems all evidence to the contrary.

Are you gonna be argumentative, or are you gonna help?

Run the gun!

I ran the gun, it... it wasn't tampered with.

Marrow's DNA isn't here.

Anywhere.

Look, he's our killer. You're missing something.

What do you want me to do, manufacture evidence?

Throw it in the mass spectrometer!

Look at it through the Hubble Telescope, put it in the E-Z Bake Oven...

- I don't care! - Come on, Jordan.

No! No! This is the gun that killed Quan!

If he's content to sit back and let someone die,

I mean, if that's the kind of sloppy, lazy work that you do here,

- I'm not gonna stand back... - Jordan!

What?

Girl's gotta switch to decaf.

Whoo.

Needle in a haystack time, boys!

All the syringes from Saint Edmund's for the last week.

847 of them!

So if our murderer practiced good medical hygiene,

it's here.

Now the syringe with no trace of anything in the chamber is the murder weapon.

And while I'm bringing gifts, I think this may help decipher...

- Let me see that. - the code on his arm.

Wow.

This diary's full of numbers and symbols.

Looks like some kind of quantum equation.

These are Abbots clothes, personal effects, Celtics memorabilia.

This is what he was wearing when I saw him abducted.

I'll check it for trace.

Build out a list of suspects.

Well, the hospital keeps DNA fingerprints on the entire staff,

so we can put names to whatever you find.

Ain't it great having me on board?

Yeah, real treat.

Mmm.

How about a mint, Buggles?

No, thanks.

Mm, maybe later?

What?

Don't jump.

I don't know why I let this place get to me.

It's like coming home from college, you know, falling into old patterns.

Faye Vaughn looked guilty, Jordan.

All the evidence pointed that way, it was not your fault.

I believed her, Woody.

Seven years ago, my gut told me.

But everyone else said the evidence was clear.

I was the problem.

I didn't push.

And now she's gonna die because I wanted these people to like me.

Look how well that worked out for ya.

You are who you are, Jordan.

And yes, you have your share of issues.

But it's what makes you so good at what you do.

What is it with me, Woody?

I mean, my life is like a trail of broken limbs.

I disappoint, I let down, I get too close, and then I just run away.

Maybe you just need somebody to...

hold you a little tighter.

Please don't answer that, Jordan.

You were right.

Scary, but right.

When the striations didn't match,

I took apart the barrel and checked to see if

the grooves had been filed or brushed down.

They hadn't.

Which said this wasn't the gun.

But, after your gentle prodding, I bypassed the E-Z Bake...

and put the stereomicroscope to the gun.

I found this.

The barrel of the pistol and the pistol itself

are oxidizing at different rates.

Which tells us...

The barrel's not the original.

It's been replaced.

Which means this could be the gun that killed Quan Zhang.

Neville, I think I owe you a toddy.

A hair I found on Abbot's clothes?

Sequencer says nuclear DNA is a match for Mr. Abbot,

but only fifty percent.

Only half a match?

Didn't you say he had a son?

Noel. With an "N", as in "N will roll over in his grave."

He said he hadn't seen his father in a long time.

So why would he lie?

Why, indeed.

How much a place like Saint Edmund's run you, Noel? Boston Police Precinct

And now that your father's dead,

how much do you stand to inherit?

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about the lie.

That you hadn't seen your father,

you hated him, you had him committed!

I hated what he'd become.

The day he died, he did come to see me.

He'd... gotten out of Saint Edmund's somehow, he...

he was ranting about the same old stuff,

and I didn't want to hear it anymore.

That's it? That's your story?

That's the truth.

Look, I didn't hate him.

You know, this is a man.

When I was a kid, he took me to every Celtics game.

Every game.

I mean, he wasn't always a...

If you did nothing,

why lie?

Cause I turned him away.

Who would turn away their own father?

Okay, the X marks Quan's body.

The shell casing was found over there, placing Marrow,

and we don't know where the struggle with Faye took place,

since the second casing was never found.

Maybe it went into the wall.

No, S.I.D. scanned every inch of Quan's place, there was nothing.

All right, hold on a second.

You're Quan, okay?

If I'm laying in wait to kill you,

am I really gonna shoot you from this far?

I don't think so, cause I'm not taking any chances,

and I picked up the casing from the bullet I used to murder you.

So the casing found at the scene wasn't from the murder,

it was from the bullet that Faye fired.

Which would place the struggle right here.

Okay. So I will be Faye, you be Marrow.

Very funny.

Okay, boom!

I pull the trigger.

I hear the gunshot, I surprise you.

I spin around, the gun is up.

I grab the gun, with both hands, she said.

I get shot, I yank the gun free,

and I skedaddle outta here.

Only that doesn't work because we have Marrow's body,

and there are no gunshot scars, nothing on Faye, either.

Let's do this again!

Boom!

Okay, struggle...

how come he doesn't just overpower her?

He did, with his free hand, the claw.

No there were no scratches on her, no signs of a struggle.

That doesn't make any sense.

He's got this built-in weapon, he's gonna use it to...

- Grab the gun. - Grab the gun.

Ah! Agh!

Ah!

The gun went off.

No trace, no blood.

The second bullet was never found because it went into his prosthetic hand.

Whoo.

You're good, girl.

Look, Wood. I know this is not the news that you wanted,

but it's in perfect condition.

The missing bullet had to have gone into his prosthetic,

it's the only way to explain no trace of it at the scene.

No scratches, no punctures, no signs of repair, either.

And all the component parts are original.

Check it again! It has to be.

Unless...

If the prosthetic takes a bullet,

it's gonna cause some damage, maybe irreparable.

And this is a replacement.

Can we track it?

How about a serial number?

AFT-0043751.

Here we go!

Artificial Function Technologies,

Los Angeles, California.

Thanks, fellas.

Okay, I know this is not the politically correct term,

but this guy was nuts.

No, he was a genius.

I know what these numbers are.

Did you crack the code?

The one on his arm?

No, but I have an idea what it does.

I googled the numbers that were circled in his journal,

turns out they are not random.

They are basketball scores.

Basketball scores?

Every NBA game played this season.

Alphabetically in order by home team.

But that is not the bizarre part.

The scores,

they go right through today.

The Celtics, ninety-eight, Grizzlies, ninety-two.

But he's been dead for four days, that's not possible.

No, wait, wait.

Researchers have been working on algorithms

to predict sports scores for at least a decade now.

It's mathematics forecasting.

What about the letters and the other numbers in the journal?

Player's names. Abbreviated.

With statistics, scores, and other variables.

I'm guessing they plug into his algorithm to predict the scores!

And from what I've found in his journal,

Abbot was accurate eighty-six percent of the time!

It's like a basketball Rain Man.

Maybe that's why he wasn't getting his meds.

They wanted to keep him manic.

For some people, it can be kind of a hyper-creative state.

And if this is about basketball, "N" makes perfect sense.

"N" is for Naismith.

James Naismith, the man who invented the game.

"N" would roll over in his grave!

And I thought you knew everything.

Ha ha.

And if Abbot's such a genius at projecting winners, why kill him?

If they got his algorithm, they didn't need him anymore.

Only question is, who?

I'll venture a guess.

Whoever used this syringe.

This syringe injected nothing but deadly air.

And Mr. Abbot's DNA is on the tip.

I told you, I will not help you. Zhang Imports Market

See, I'm betting you will.

Because you're no longer a grieving widow, you're now a suspect.

How can you say this?

You may not recognize our one-armed man in Boston,

but the replacement order for his prosthetic,

since the old one had a bullet hole through it,

was placed two days after your husband's murder

and paid for by the corporate insurance of Zhang's Imports.

Sounds to me like a murderer was owed for a job well done.

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

Ms. Zhang.

I know you don't want to do anything to help this woman.

Me, I don't blame you.

Whatever happened, I'm sure your husband was a good man.

If you loved him, I know you're gonna wanna see his true killer punished.

But this man that Faye Vaughn saw?

He really existed.

And he worked for your company.

That's not possible.

You work in Payroll. Look him up.

See for yourself.

I don't know about this, Jordan.

She could be going back there to destroy files.

She didn't blink, she's not lying.

You're leaving right now!

This has gone far enough.

Mr. Zhang...

Yeah. You're leaving right now.

You wanna harass us, you come back with a search warrant.

You're disgracing our family name.

- Li... - Su-Ying...

It's your signature.

You hired Henry Marrow two days after Quan was murdered.

- I don't know what you're... - Let me help you out.

Henry Marrow.

Guy with one hand....

The guy you hired to kill your brother.

Looks like your signature to me.

He...

he was bringing shame to the family.

No!

(Chinese)

His duty was to this family, to this business.

He was ruining both.

Prostitutes, affairs, siphoning money...

I had to save the company.

For our family.

He was your brother.

Is this gonna take long?

I wanna help, but I was in the middle of rounds.

No, it shouldn't take too long.

Does this look familiar?

No. Should it?

Yeah, we found it on your computer.

We had a court order to look.

It was also written on Lester Abbot's arm.

And your bank statements.

Interesting sequence of deposits that seem to start right around basketball season.

As if you had a way to predict the winners?

I made some bets.

I got lucky.

Well, you're a lucky man.

But then, so are we.

We found your print on the syringe used to murder Lester Abbot.

You wanna tell me about it?

Why would I do that?

Because you had his algorithm!

He'd become a liability!

His rantings were getting closer to the truth,

and he'd escaped, and you thought he'd told his son!

I think I'd like to call my lawyer.

Oh, well, call me crazy, but I have a feeling you are gonna need one.

Did you come to watch me choke on my last meal?

You're going home, Faye.

Marrow was hired by Quan's brother.

It was a hit.

He thought he was saving the family business, the family name.

We turned over our evidence to the D.A.

Judge should be issuing a stay within the hour,

you'll be outta here before you know it.

I... I don't understand.

You're getting out, Faye.

I'm sorry.

I should've listened to you back then, I should've... turned over every rock.

I love rock "n" roll,

put another dime in the jukebox,

baby, I love rock "n" roll

Boy, he sure loves rock "n" roll.

You know, I still can't believe it was the brother.

It's Chinatown, Jordan.

Well, here we are, you and me...

City of Angels... Faye's on her way to freedom,

and it's too late to catch a flight out.

Well, actually...

my small way of saying thanks.

All the morning flights were booked,

it's spring b reak, you know,

but I got you a connecting flight through Wichita and Atlanta.

You just have to be at the airport by ten.

Tonight?

Yeah.

This is, uh, great, Jordan

but I gave my Kinks tickets away.

Yeah. I remember!

Only it turns out that Neville is, like, really connected.

You shouldn't miss this concert, you know, your dad and all.

The Kinks

What?

Well, it... It's just, uh...

the gesture is fantastic, thank you, Jordan, but...

I was kind of looking forward to...

staying here...

with you.

There, I... I... I said it. and I'm glad I said it.

It's been a long time, Jordan.

I didn't get these tickets to avoid you, Woody.

Okay, maybe I got the tickets to avoid you,

but I... I... at least I'm copping to the truth.

See, I've changed.

So what does that mean?

I'll see you back in Boston.

I'm not going anywhere.

So come and take your time and dance with me!

Whoo!

Get into it!

All right, coming up to the stage now, please,

number one-seven-one, please.

- Oh! That's us! - One-seventy-one.

Shame you got a plane to catch.

Well, Jordan, you're going up by yourself.

No! / No, no, no, you're not backing out of this one!

Ladies and gentlemen, Jordan!

From Boston, Massachusetts!

The Kinks, nice.

Oh, boy.

I'm so tired

tired of waiting

tired of waiting for you

Come on, Woody, come on, baby!

I'm so tired, tired of waiting

tired of waiting for you

I was a lonely soul,

I had nobody till I met you

but you keep-a me waiting,

all of the time, what can I do?

Sing it, Woody!

It's your life,

and you can do what you want,

do what you like,

but please don't keep-a me waiting

Whoo, Woody!

Please don't keep-a me waiting

Do it, Woody!

Cause I'm so tired, I'm tired of waiting.

tired of waiting for you

so tired, tired of waiting,

tired of waiting for you,

so tired, tired of waiting,

tired of waiting for you

so tired, tired of waiting,

tired of waiting for you

for you

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