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I'll be, loving you, always.

With a love that's true, always.

Haven't seen enough snow this winter?

My Aunt sent it to me.

I admired it when I visited her in India a few years back.

I can't believe she remembered.

Well, it's not your birthday.

What's the occasion?

She died.

Oh, God, Bug.

I'm so sorry.

It's okay.

It was a few weeks back.

And she'd been sick awhile. Huh...

a great lady though.

Always thinking of everyone else but herself.

Hey...

I need you guys...

uh, there's a man here who's come in with the body of his employer.

Wow, that's loyalty.

Well, he was the man's caregiver.

He wants to speak to an M.E.

He's pretty insistent.

Hi. I'm Dr. Jordan Cavanaugh.

This is Dr. Vijay.

Owen Stanwood.

Mr. Harvey here died peacefully in his sleep this morning at home.

He was 92.

I want to make sure he doesn't have to spend too much time in a place like this.

It's not right.

Not dignified.

Okay, well...

his left pupil seems normal.

His right pupil is dilated.

Did Mr. Harvey have a history of stoke?

He had three transient ischemic attacks in the past six months.

Did he suffer from scleroderma?

Yes, amongst other things.

Are there any relatives?

Ah... his daughter, Julie.

Ah... do you know how we could get in touch with her?

No.

And I wouldn't bother.

She didn't come to see him once in the past eighteen months.

Broke the poor man's heart.

He's lucky he had you.

I was the lucky one.

Umm, I brought all his medical records,

his prescription drug history. It's all there.

Wow, it looks like you've kept very thorough records.

Mr. Harvey was an organ donor.

Yes, umm...

It was a well-intentioned gesture.

But, considering his condition...

Oh, we'll make an assessment.

Ah, do to his age... I'm sure an autopsy won't be necessary.

Oh, thank you. Thank you, so much.

Dr. Macy.

Hey, Woody.

What have we got?

Well, since the called for a medical examiner and a homicide detective,

my guess would be a body.

Is sarcasm a prerequisite for being an M.E.?

It helps.

Garret.

I'm glad you're here.

Andrew, say hello to Detective Hoyt.

This is Mass Port Chief Andrew Helm.

Hey.

A passenger, Robert Castelli, uh...

flight 440, inbound from San Francisco.

He gets in an altercation with an airport cop.

What kind of altercation?

Ah... he looked sick, the officer asked him if he...

he needs help, but Castelli shoves him.

One shove wins you first-class ticket to security.

Went blue during questioning.

Paramedics couldn't revive him.

This ticket says Bangkok.

That's where the flight originated.

He picked up a virus over in Thailand?

That's the fear.

Well, should we get some masks in here?

A little late for that now.

We managed to stop the crew and most of the passengers

before the left the airport.

We're holding them until you tell me

this isn't a Patient Zero situation.

The rash is most likely an allergy.

But pinpoint pupils, frothy edema and a core temperature,

that must have dipped like a rollercoaster.

This is a narcotics O.D.

What is he, twenty-two years old?

His whole life ahead of him, I'll never understand why they do it.

Garret? Are you sure this is an O.D.?

Yeah. Why?

Helen Sivley, 58, she was a baggage handler,

worked the conveyor belt.

Co-works said that she started to act funny

and then her legs just cut out from under her.

Another overdose.

In one hour, two people die fifty yards apart of the same thing.

At an international airport.

Are you sure that there isn't some virus that mimics an overdose?

That's something she could have caught from him?

This is pathology 101. You got two O.D.'s.

How do you catch a drug overdose?

Tell me why I shouldn't close down this entire airport.

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Jordan.

Jordan...

Sorry. Oh, hey.

Everything, okay?

Ah... I'm not so sure.

Ah, according to Mr. Harvey's medical records,

he took 200 milligrams of nutritional supplements a day.

Just did a routine blood work-up that says he was vitamin K deficient.

Well, I've got Julie Harvey in the Conference Room.

Maybe she can explain it.

Well, that was quick.

Well... she wasn't hard to find.

She lives in Boston, right down the street from her father.

Man, that's cold.

Living so close to a dying parent and never visiting.

Well, that's the thing, Jordan.

She claims they weren't estranged at all.

Ah... Ms. Harvey, I'm Jordan Cavanaugh.

Owen Stanwood is a liar.

- That's a serious accusation. - Oh, well...

so is saying that I don't care about my father.

Maybe we didn't have a perfect relationship.

I'm not exactly the easiest person to get along with.

But we were civil to one another before Owen Stanwood came along.

What happened?

That man drove a wedge between us.

He took advantage of my father's senility,

kept him isolated, turned him against me.

Why would he do that?

I don't know.

He was... a strange man.

He was overly protective of my father,

always badgering me to fill out the... Do Not Resuscitate order

suggesting options to ease Dad into heaven.

Ms. Harvey,

I found an anomaly in your father's blood work.

Initially we didn't feel an autopsy was necessary,

but after what you've just told us

I would like to do one.

Are telling me that Owen Stanwood might have harmed my father?

I'm not sure.

Let's see what your father's body tells us.

This doesn't make any sense, Dr. Macy.

If everything made sense, we'd both be out of a job.

Trust me. It's an O.D.

What are we talking here? A drug ring, a coincidence?

Helen Sivley... was last drug tested on Tuesday.

Negative.

She was a model employee, she's been here fourteen years,

she took pride in the fact that, uh...

she hadn't taken a sick day in the last five.

If I release the passengers and the crew of 440

and we trigger an epidemic...

Then hold them.

How fast can you get me an answer?

As soon as I get the bodies back to the morgue.

Could Castelli have had any contact with Helen Sivley?

Some way he passed drugs?

There's one way to find out.

Anybody slacks off, you know.

Why didn't Castelli's bags go through customs?

They did when they were transferred in San Francisco.

And then they got rechecked for the leg to Boston.

Alright, if that's Castelli's bag...

and then there are drugs in there...

Sivley could have lifted them.

Play that again.

Nope.

Not unless she's Houdini.

Wait right there, the, a, a, a... time code.

That's, that's when Castelli was detained.

When did she die?

Thirty-five minutes later.

Fast forward.

There's no way she and Castelli could have had any physical contact.

He's coming back from Thailand which kind of screams, drugs...

Where are his suitcases?

I sent somebody to collect them.

The bags are gone.

Ah, sweet Nancy. Look at this.

What? What is it?

Check out how many hits I'm getting on my website.

nigelblog-dot-com.

I've been posting evidence on the Beacon Hill murders.

Three years ago, three bodies were found...

That's fascinating. Really, it's extremely fascinating.

Did you get that footage I T-3'd you over from Logan?

Yeah, I did.

And fascinating it is, too.

It's going to get better. I promise.

You know what? Could you fast forward it a little bit?

One more.

Keep going. Keep going. More, more, more...

Stop. Right there. That guy.

Is there any way you can ID him?

Well, he's not exactly wearing a name tag, but uh...

fret not. I still have a couple of unwrapped goodies in my bag of tricks.

Where's Dr. Macy?

Ah, try Trace.

I got nothing so far.

Ah... I'm not exactly setting the world on fire myself.

I'm waiting on the tox screen results.

You talk to his next of kin, yet?

He had a fiancee, but we still haven't been able to reach her.

Kate Daley. There's an address here.

I'll go track her down.

I did talk to Mrs. Sively's husband and son though

and the both say it's ridiculous to think she would take heroin voluntarily.

Since it's a little difficult to take heroin accidentally, that leaves murder.

How do you figure?

What if this was some kind of clean-up operation?

Alright, we have a courier and a baggage handler.

Let's say the work for some sort of heroin smuggling ring.

Once the drugs come, there job is over.

Wick. They're killed.

- By drug overdose? - I'm riffing here. Work with me.

My guess is it has something to do with the bags.

What bags?

Some guy came and took Castelli's bags off the baggage carousel.

No ID yet, Woody, but it's confirmed.

Both victims definitely O.D.'d on heroin.

And we're sure that there's no way that could be a coincidence?

Not a chance.

I checked both doses came from the same batch.

Castelli was rushed straight to security...

Helen Sivley died near baggage handling.

The two had no contact with each other.

And I can't determine how the drug got into their systems.

No needle marks. No evidence that they smoked it or snorted it.

Wait, wait a minute.

What we're saying here is that...

someone's figured out how to give people lethal doses of heroin

without them knowing it?

Yep.

At Logan airport.

Where 75 thousand people a day come in and out of the greater Boston area.

And we still have know idea how they're doing it.

Mr. Harvey is in drawer eighteen.

At least science is on our side.

If Stanwood pulled a Kevorkian on this guy, we'll nail him.

What is it?

He should only be wrapped up like this...

Someone already opened him up.

You don't think one of the donor procurement agents came in without us knowing?

Not without me or Bug signing off.

Agh.

He's not on the autopsy schedule.

Someone must've made a mistake.

Yeah, one we're all going to pay for.

Oh. Tell me that's not Mr. Harvey's liver.

What's the matter?

Bug, you autopsied Mr. Harvey without permission.

Ya, yeah... I know. I'm sorry.

What were you thinking?

- I can explain... - Please, help me out here.

Mr. Harvey suffered from scleroderma.

It's... It's, it's a deadly skin disorder.

The pain is excruciating, but there's no cure...

Bug, the liver.

Well, my Aunt had the same disease, but died from liver failure.

So I got to thinking,

there's no serious research being done on scleroderma and liver dysfunction,

and since Mr. Harvey was an organ donor...

No, that's no excuse.

Oh, come on, Jordan,

I mean, I mean it's not like you haven't broken the rules before.

I mean you've done a dozen things that should've landed you in prison.

Not only did you do this without authorization,

but you broke the chain of evidence.

What evidence?

He was an old man who died of natural causes.

We're not so sure of that.

So, even if we find evidence of foul play,

it'll be challenged in court as inadmissible.

You know... Bug, I hope for the sake of your job,

you come up with a better excuse than that.

Bug.

Hey.

What's really going on here?

My Aunt, she died slowly, painfully from a terrible disease and I just...

I just felt like I had to do something.

Never seen him before.

He's the man who took your fiancee's luggage out of baggage claim.

This doesn't make any sense.

Robert told me that he was going to the library while I worked in the darkroom.

When was that?

Thursday around, umm... six.

And you weren't suspicious when he didn't show up for three days?

Ah...

he's done this before,

sleeps at a friend's house.

We were, uh...

having some problems.

God, he said it was behind him.

I was... so convinced that he was clean.

Addicts can be good liars.

Oh, how could I have been so stupid?

Do you have any idea how he could have... left here that night

and ended up in Thailand nineteen hours later?

No.

No idea.

Well, if we could retrace his steps, who he talked to, where he went.

Was he alone?

I told you. I have no idea.

We have his credit card records.

And he spent fifty-seven dollars Thursday night at a bar called The Hanger.

Do you know it?

Yeah, it's a college hangout.

Four blocks away.

I'm very sorry for your loss.

I know how it feels to hear that...

someone you love is not who you think they are.

"The Hanger" Sports Bar

Have you seen this guy?

Dude, I see so many faces in here.

I have no idea who that is.

How about this guy?

Sorry.

He was in here on Tuesday night.

You work Tuesday's, right?

Yeah.

But you tell me you don't remember a guy who ran up a sixty-dollar tab?

Uh... I don't look at them, dude.

You make eye contact with them, you end up listening to their problems.

- I don't wanna. - I know that guy.

Remember, he comes in here with his girlfriend sometimes?

He was in here on Thursday.

He was nervous.

About what?

He said he was leaving that night at like ten o'clock and he hated flying.

Drinking up a little courage.

- Yeah. - Excuse me, waitress?

I told him he was gonna miss his flight.

He said he could cut it close because he wasn't checking any baggage.

This picture...

is he like... dead?

Yeah.

Oh, my God.

- What happened? - Was he alone?

Yeah.

Did he say where he was going, or why?

Not... not, where.

All he said was if he took this trip he'd finally have enough money to buy an engagement ring.

Could we get some service over here?

Oh. I... I gotta go.

Thanks.

Hey.

I just got a call from Julie Harvey wondering how the autopsy is going.

Well, nothing suspicious so far... lucky for Bug.

Hey, I know what he did was really stupid, but his heart was in the right place.

Explain that to Julie Harvey.

Huh-oh... that is not a good news face.

I ran Mr. Harvey's liver through the mass spectrometer

and found a small dose of warfarin.

Well, there's our smoking gun.

What's warfarin?

It's a blood thinner...

the last thing a person prone to T.I.A.'s should be taken.

It also explains the vitamin K deficiency.

So either Mr. Stanwood accidentally gave Mr. Harvey the wrong medication...

Or, he's an Angel of Death.

This evidence would have nailed Stanwood's ass to the bedpan.

So what do we do now?

I have to tell Julie Harvey the truth.

No, Jordan, I do.

I screwed this up I have to make it right.

No, but telling Julie Harvey what happened doesn't get Stanwood off the streets.

I think Lily's right.

We've got to find some other way of proving that Stanwood did this.

Huh, but without Mr. Harvey's body?

Wait...

If he's done this once,

maybe he's done it before.

If that's true, there could be another body out there.

Maybe more.

Okay, we get a list of his past employers

we can look for any similar deaths.

So, how will that prove he killed Mr. Harvey?

It doesn't,

but if there's a pattern and we can pin another murder on him,

at least it would get him locked up.

And... and how do we get this list?

I mean it's not like we can just ask him for it.

Actually, I think we can.

And I know the perfect guy to help us do it.

Where is Mother Lebowski currently living?

In, in a group home down in Rhode Island.

And I'm fine with keeping her there.

Really fine.

But, the wife here wants her nearby.

And what the wife wants, the wife gets.

What I really want is for her to move home with us, but...

she thinks my husband is an obnoxious jerk.

Isn't that right, honey bun?

Thank goodness you don't feel that way.

Sweetie pie.

Oh...

Taking care of a dying family member can put quite a strain on a marriage.

You're smart to consider hiring a caregiver,

though as I told you, I've already committed to a new client.

Yes, we know, but...

when I saw you in the morgue, how compassionate you were...

I'm sure that we could improve upon whatever salary you're making.

This isn't about the money for me.

Oh, a good to know.

Uh... now both of us feel very strongly that mother Lebowski doesn't suffer in any way.

So a...

how do you feel about D.N.R.'s?

I consider them an act of love.

Wow.

I really admire your line of work, Mr. Stanwood.

Taking care of people in their final days...

I don't know how you do it.

Well, I admit it can be quite painful.

Um... I become very attached to my clients.

But there's also a kind of quieting hope.

How do you mean?

Almost as though for a brief second, I can see a portal opened to God.

Well, da...

we'd really like to get the ball rolling.

Ah, you know...

In case your new client isn't long for this world.

So, if... if we could see a list of prior employment...

Of course.

And this is everyone you've ever cared for?

My life's work.

Great.

So, uh... let us do some detective work, and uh...

check out your references and we'll get back to you.

Right, honey bun?

Whatever you say, pumpkin.

Tell me you're having better luck than I am.

Well, we're about to find out.

I'm running a lip-reading program.

It has ninety percent accuracy rate.

Lip reading?

Does that really work?

Well, we'll see won't, we?

Very exciting.

Exciting would be an ID on my bag snatcher.

Hey...

Mybe not a wasted drip after all.

I'll neet you at Turd and North in amount an hour.

Turd and North?

Like I said, ninety percent.

The fiancee thought Castelli would cleaned up his act.

It's the same old story with these people.

These people?

Frankly, we don't know the whole story, do we?

I know enough to know that. He was lying to everyone in his life.

That's what addicts do. End of story.

That's a tad dogmatic. Don't you think?

See, the problem is you never know before you start

if you're gonna be an addict or a non-addict...

- Woody, Woody. - And the best way not to fall into that pit...

- is to never start. - Woody.

Third and North

It's unlocked.

Hello?

Lock the door.

Oh...

half the stolen property in Boston here in one convenient location.

It's Castelli's.

Weren't there two suitcases?

Yeah.

Hey, Woody we got another O.D.

Woody, Woody...

Woody!

I don't know who he is. Oh... oh...

- Dr. Macy... - Yes, Nigel. Where are you?

Dr. Macy, I need...

If you find the suitcases, don't touch anything in them.

The heroin is in the clothes.

I know. It's too late.

Send some paramedics... at Third and North.

- They're on the way. - Right, Third and North.

Okay, stay with me. Stay with me.

You're lucky.

A few more minutes, it could have been over.

Take it easy, take it easy.

Why is my arm killing me?

It's a shot of naloxone in your deltoid.

It's a heroin antagonist.

It kept you alive.

- What? - The heroin's in the clothes.

Seriously in need of a warning label.

Heroin on the sweater rubbed off on your gloves.

You must have been scratching at your eye.

Your tear duct's a mucous membrane.

You got a direct dose of heroin.

You O.D.'d, Woody.

- I was drugged? - Yeah.

So was Castelli and the baggage handler.

And that poor sap in there.

But at least the passengers on Flight 440 have been released.

Oh, damn it.

The other suitcase is still out there.

If someone else dies...

Now hold on, we've been busy while you've been napping.

Now the bloke in there... the dead guy,

he's not the one that stole the suitcases.

He's his partner.

He's got a record a mile long.

Breaking and entry, petty theft, stolen goods...

So... who we looking for?

One Dexter Pontillo.

He's known for selling stolen goods out of the trunk of his car.

He's got the second bag?

That is the current thinking, yeah.

He went from B&E to selling drugs?

Well, it's possible.

And if he or anyone else touches what's in it...

Hey.

We're gonna need an APB to every ER in the city.

Anybody comes in with a heroin overdose they got to alert us immediately.

- Got it. - Thank you.

Let's get you checked out at a hospital.

- Yeah, maybe later. - No, I'm serious.

- So am I. - Hey!

I think you need to go to a hospital.

- Do I? - Yeah, you do.

Woody!

What the hell's going on?

Ah, I can't believe this happened to me, Dr. Macy,

- me of all people. - It could have happened to any of us.

No, I, uh...

I hate drugs.

I hate drugs.

I've never so much as taken a...

My brother had a problem.

He's clean now, or so he says.

But, I uh...

I watched what they did to him.

I watched what they turned him into.

I appreciate your concern, but I'm gonna go find this bag.

Stroke...

stroke...

stroke...

stroke...

Stroke...

stroke and stroke.

Seven strokes out of twelve employers.

What are the odds?

Yeah, well, I'm no mathematician, but I'd guess...

Ten thousand two hundred and seventeen to one.

Well, strokes account for seven percent of all deaths, so then you take...

Yeah, the point is, it sounds like we got an Angel of Death.

Now we just have to prove it.

Yeah, well good luck with that, sweetie pie.

Thanks for the support, honey bun.

Honey bun?

Alright, reality check here.

Most of these bodies weren't even autopsied.

You're going to ask to exhume people's loved ones

based on evidence tainted by Dr. Frankenstein here?

Listen, you inglorious bastard...

Let's focus gentlemen.

Okay, out of the twelve, how many were autopsied?

A whopping two.

And one wasn't even a stroke victim.

Why so few?

Less than one in twenty-five elderly folks are ever autopsied.

If it looks like they had a stroke...

Then they probably had a stroke.

Do either of them have stored tissue samples?

Just our non-stroke victim...

a Mrs. Wilson from Roanoke, Virginia.

That's something. Let's get those samples.

Yeah, except I know the Chief M.E. there.

He's a total ass.

He'll make us jump through a week's worth of paperwork.

Give me the number.

I mean... I'm not just any inglorious bastard.

I'm an inglorious bastard with a badge.

So, what I'm saying is, if the heroin was put into the sweaters in Thailand.

And Robert Castelli brought it back here for someone to sell.

Someone here has to be able to un-bond the heroin from the fabric.

Yeah... hard to smoke a sweater.

And the dosage is, shall we say...

severe...

not good for repeat business.

Let's hope Woody finds that second suitcase.

Yeah, in the meantime, if we can de-construct the process,

figure out what chemicals are used to extract the heroin,

maybe we can trace those chemicals to the people who bought them, eh?

Autopsy on a cardigan.

A first for me.

Unit 10, I'm connecting you to the ER at B.U. Medical.

They've got a male, 47 years old...

came in a couple of hours ago reportedly suffering from a heroin overdose.

Emergency.

Hey, this is Detective Woody Hoyt, Boston PD.

Is the victim wearing an off-white sweater?

Eh... yeah, that's right.

Alright, nobody touches that sweater.

Is the victim conscious?

Barely.

Alright, ask him where he got it.

- What? - Ask him where he got the damn sweater.

Pontello.

On the ground, now! Do not touch those sweaters!

Do not touch those sweaters!

Hands behind your head! On the ground, now!

Do it!

Freeze!

Stop! Stop!

Freeze!

I said, stop!

Freeze!

Get down here. Get down here.

Your partners already dead... you, you wanna be dead too?

How many sweaters you sell?

How many sweaters you sell?

- One. - Anybody else touch them?

No, nobody!

They're butt ugly and nobody wanted one, okay!

You're lucky it's freezing out.

These cheap assed gloves saved your worthless life.

Can't say the same for the three people your heroin killed.

Heroin?

What are you talking about? I'm not a dealer!

Look at me.

I sell crappy sweaters on the street for five bucks a pop!

Big Fat... nada.

I ran the tissue samples for Warfarin, Coumadin...

any type of blood thinner. All negative.

Well, maybe Mrs. Wilson died naturally.

Alright, we're in the fifteenth round here.

We need a knockout...

time to start throwing some haymakers.

Great, we're reduced to incomprehensible sports metaphors.

I'm saying I'm bringing Stanwood in.

Look, sometimes all it takes is getting a guy in the hot seat.

Letting him know you're on to him.

You know... who knows maybe I'll trip him up.

What's the worst that could happen?

Oh, gee, I don't know.

You screw things up, tip him off, he skips town.

Alright, there's that.

Yeah, but then again... it just might work.

I don't like him.

Hi. Ms. Daley...

I... I hope I'm not disturbing you.

No.

I just came by to tell you that we found the bags that Robert brought back from Thailand.

He didn't take heroin, Ms. Daley...

not intentionally.

It was in the clothes in the bags...

inside the clothes.

He, uh... put on a sweater that was filled with heroin.

So he didn't umm...

No. No. It was... it was an accident.

He must stolen... one of the sweaters and put it on when he hit the cold air of Boston.

Probably in the jet way ramp.

Anyway, I... just thought you should know that.

Thank you.

Anything?

- I'm working on it. - Yeah, I can see that.

Dr. Macy and I have been working all night on getting the heroin out of the sweater.

It's like... it's like an elvin knot, you know?

We just can't untangle it.

And we haven't reached a dead end yet.

I have. This guy Pontillo was not the bag man.

He's just some petty thief. He had no idea what he had.

So if Pontillo wasn't supposed to pick up the bags, then who was?

Well, you can bet they weren't gonna trust Castelli

to carry around somewhere like a million dollars worth of heroin for too long.

My guess is the second *the bags him baggage claim,

they would have been all over them.

Okay then somebody else was supposed to pick them up.

Yeah, but like who?

You still got that surveillance video from the baggage claim at Logan?

Yeah.

Scroll it forward.

I'm not seeing anything.

Keep going.

Stop. Play it.

Stop.

You recognize him?

Yeah.

I recognize him.

Boston PD.

Everybody relax, everybody calm down.

We're all gonna chill out.

So, you can finish your drinks,

because nobody's moving and nobody's leaving.

Remember to tip your waitresses.

What are you doing?

Where are the drugs?

I don't know... ow... ah!

I'm...

You lose some bags at the airport?

What are you doing? What are you talking about?

The place looks busy.

Guess word gets out when a fine establishment such as this

serves people what they're looking for.

Look, I'm not following you, Chief...

I'm not the chief.

But I got a tape of you looking for your lost shipment.

So, why don't you tell me where the drugs are

and maybe... I'll cut you a deal.

You can't just come in here without a warrant and bust up my bar...

Shut up and listen!

I can come in here and do whatever I want.

This organization is going down.

You...

are going down.

So if you're going to play ball with me, I suggest the time is now.

Woody. We got him.

K-9 found it under the floorboard's eight bricks.

That's over sixteen kilos of heroin.

How much does it suck to be you?

You found what we need to nail him?

The chemical process they're using?

Davis may be the dealer, but there's no way he's the guy behind it.

The technique's cutting edge.

This dealer can go down and they'll be a hundred more lined up to take the product.

We have to stop the process.

Problem is it's gonna take a genius to figure out what it is.

Okay, before we were stuck,

we had the sweater, but no viable way of extracting the heroin

until we got this.

Now each garment holds approximately half a pound of pure heroin.

A simple chemical equation gives us the process.

The actual weave of the sweater facilitates in the heroin bonding.

Now they put it together

by liquefying crystal heroin with acetic anhydride and... bam!

Some sodium quinal-barbitone,

and then lightly dipping the fabric into it.

Like that.

But, our friends in Thailand got greedy and the over-saturated it.

That's why it's so deadly.

Ninety percent tetrochloroethylene,

five percent de-ionized water,

four percent silver halide and one percent butyl peroxide.

Check this out.

Shazaam, baby.

It's that easy?

Easy? Huh...

You think that's easy?

You know how hard I worked on that?

I worked my butt off on that, Woody.

I've been working all night.

- Nigel... - Not like you day trippers.

What?

Can you trace the ingredients?

Well, the deionized water and a...

butyl peroxide you can get at any hardware store.

The tetrochloroethylene is the main ingredient in dry cleaning.

And there's over seven hundred dry cleaners in city of Boston alone.

The silver halide is used in developing film.

So you add up all the local hobbyists...

weekend labs...

doesn't exactly narrow the field.

You're telling me we're looking for a photographer.

That's the key.

You're welcome.

He looks so innocent.

An act.

All I have to do is rip through his facade.

Using what for ammunition? We have nothing on him.

Watch me.

Matt?

Don't put on a show, just figure out if we're right about him.

We decided to leave Mother Lebowski in Rhode Island,

so we won't be needing your services after all.

I don't understand. What's going on?

Your resume was very interesting.

Twelve employers... seven deaths from stroke.

They were old.

Umm...

did you do the math, Owen?

You know what the odds are?

Ten thousand two hundred seventeen to one.

Why are you doing this? Why... why am I here?

The morgue found warfarin in Samuel Harvey's body.

Now, how do you reckon it got there, Owen?

Warfarin?

I'm guessing you know what it is.

Of course I do, but I would never have given it to Mr. Harvey.

It's contraindicated for someone with his blood pressure.

Yeah, but you like opening that portal to God, don't you, Owen?

Have you ever stood at the threshold between life and death, Detective?

You kill people to play God.

I don't kill people.

I take care of them.

I ease their burdens.

And when their time comes, I watch them slip away...

to a better place.

Where they can no longer be devastated by the neglect of their families,

no longer... be ravaged by disease, no longer feel any pain.

So, Bug.

I'm thinking, ah...

that woman who died in Virginia...

We tried, Jordan. No blood thinner.

Well, stay with me here.

Now, she wasn't a good candidate for a stroke,

but according to these records

she was on a ventilator for cardio-pulmonary disease.

So vinethane, fluoromar, any kind of gaseous anesthetic...

Would have put her down like a sick animal.

You know, I uh... called an ex-boyfriend of mine at Boston General,

and he was really interested in your theories on scleroderma and liver dysfunction.

No, you should call him.

Fluoromar.

Yeah.

Fluoromar.

You remember Dr. Vijay, don't you?

Darleen Wilson...

you remember her?

The woman you killed in Virginia by pumping her full of fluoromar?

Even if that were true,

you've got the same problem as the detective here...

how to tie it to me.

You got no proof.

The proof exists.

And since you were Mrs. Wilson's caregiver, I'm sure you remember

her son is a Logan County judge.

Would you really think he's going to let you

get away once we tell him what you did to his mother?

You know, I think we ought to turn him over to Virginia.

They got the death penalty there.

It's the electric chair in Virginia.

You know how it works?

They strap you in and juice you with fifty thousand volts.

Not pretty.

Oh, I, I forgot.

You like to stand at the portal between life and death.

Well, we can arrange that for you.

Unless of course you want to confess to Samuel Harvey's murder here in Massachusetts

where there is no death penalty.

It shouldn't go that hard for you.

I mean he's an old guy, who's near death anyway.

You can try to sell that Angel of Mercy story to D.A. and the judge.

You're bluffing.

Oh, try me.

Please...

try me.

- Detective? - Kate. Do you mind if we come in?

We've got a warrant.

Sometimes it's right in front of your eyes

and you don't even notice it.

Excuse me?

Was it your idea to send Robert, or did he volunteer?

I, I... I don't know what you're...

All he had to do was pick up two little cases and leave them alone.

It sounds easy enough

except he made a mistake.

He could resist the temptation.

Who's gonna find out?

He opened them.

What... why, why are you telling me all this?

Detective Hoyt.

Chromamatte.

I take photographs, Detective.

Yeah, but... what's gonna happen here is,

we're gonna take this canister back to the lab

and link it to the heroin.

See your process leaves small traces behind.

What do you think it felt like Kate...

having ninety percent of pure heroin seep into ever one of your pores?

Your brain frying,

your heart racing so fast...

What hurts more?

Losing him or losing the shipment?

Okay, I told him not to open the bags.

That's the one thing that I didn't even think about.

I almost feel bad for you, Kate.

Really, I do.

Except you poured on the tears so well before,

I'm beginning to think they're chemical too.

You have the right to remain silent...

anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.

You have the right to an attorney...

The DEA says it goes a lot higher than Kate.

She's already starting to give names.

It's amazing what people do to make a buck.

Listen, Doc, I...

I know this case kind of got to me,

but I want, want you to know that I'm okay.

I put it behind me.

Woody.

Last time I checked we were all human.

Hey.

So, a...

I hear things have been a little strained around here lately.

Come on, this place is a sieve.

Oh... you know, well sometimes professional disagreements breed...

solutions.

Yeah... all taken care of.

We're gonna leave it at that.

And if there was more to it, you'd tell me, right?

- Of course not. - No way.

So... you two gentlemen wanna buy a girl dinner?

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Why are always buying you dinner?

Oh please... there's two of you, there's one of me.

Not for just a year...

but always.

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