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When I die and they lay me to rest,

Gonna go the place that's the best,

When they lay me down to die...

Goin' up to the spirit in the sky...

Boston is, indeed, the best place to die in this country.

State-of-the-art technology allows our Medical Examiners and Criminalists

to provide cutting-edge service

by eliminating toe tags...

and switching to a bar-code system.

Every aspect of each case, each body,

can now be tracked through one central computer.

And the next generation of forensic tools

like the Trace Evidence Concentrator, or...

Tracy... as I like to call her,

allow us to determine cause of death

in ninety-nine-point-one percent of our homicides,

allowing families to grieve

and move on as best as is humanly possible.

Boston welcomes...

the American Medical Examiner's Association.

What do you think?

The song is a bit much, right?

I... I told him.

What are you talkin about? It's perfect.

It's too much.

Over-the-top... way too much.

That said,

I think we may just beat Miami this year.

Yes!

I been waitin three years for this.

Get lots of sleep tonight, fellas...

Nigel, keep the tie, it's a nice touch.

Thanks. / Judges'll be in the conference room 9 a.m. sharp.

Presentation, inspect the morgue,

check our autopsy findings against the bodies.

Does, uh, Jordan know about the time change?

No.

Let's leave Jordan out of this,

we all remember what a disaster her presentation was last year,

those lame jokes, come on.

Ah, eleven a.m., right?

What?

Our big presentation tomorrow.

Yup, eleven o'clock.

I thought my Show-and-tell last year was really effective.

But this year, I'm thinking of throwing in a few more jokes,

Cause they love that stuff.

Absolutely, keep 'em laughing, you know?

Listen, I gotta get out of here, I'm a nervous wreck.

So, eleven o'clock.

- Mmm-hmm. - See you then.

Okay.

What in the world are you lookin' at?

Oh, this tattoo here.

Okay, what about it?

My dad has one identical to it.

Same spot, right ankle.

That's Joe Pokaski.

Yeah, you know him?

Yeah, he was a cop with my dad.

How'd he die?

Um,

they found him under Bourne Bridge this morning.

He drowned.

My dad should know about this.

Still no word from him?

No.

I hired that, uh... private eye, friend of Nigel's.

Mmm-hmm.

Paid him two grand. Haven't heard a word.

Ooh.

You know, Sidney, you should try to track down, uh, Charlie Krug,

he was Joe's partner from the force.

Leave the number on my desk. I just wanna call him first thing in the morning.

Okay, I'll do it right now.

- Great, thanks. - No problem.

Jordan, I want you to say it.

- Say what? - You're avoiding me.

Why would I be doing that?

Ever since we got back from L.A.,

and I think it's time that we talked about this.

What this?

Us!

Jordan, come on.

All right, fine, you know what?

You're right.

We... we really should be adult about this.

Good.

That's great. I'm just gonna go grab a ballistics report from Bug,

wait here for me, I'll drive, we'll go grab a drink or something.

Oh, no. That's a bad idea.

Me drinking or me driving?

We should take separate cars, I mean, that way we just avoid the whole...

I'll drop you off at your place kind of thing.

You're killing me, Jordan.

J.B.'s,

half an hour. I'll meet you there.

Hello, Jordan.

Do I know you?

No,

I'm looking for your father.

My father, why?

Ah, let's just say he owes me something.

You know what, I think you got the wrong person,

because I really have no idea where he is.

See, no, I think ya do.

Who are you?

And see, I think you're gonna tell me.

This conversation is over.

I'm getting in my car,

and I'm driving away.

Make no mistake,

I'm gonna kill Max one way or the other.

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ORIGINAL AIR DATE ON NBC: 2005/03/20

Jordan!

Did you see that man?

See who?

That man, he was just here!

No, no, I don't see anybody.

You didn't see a man here?

No, Jordan, I didn't. Are you okay?

Yeah. Yeah, fine.

Look, I, uh, was headin home when I decided to stop by and tell you that...

that guy you wanted me to find out about, Charlie Krug?

- Yeah. - Well, he died yesterday in Florida.

Yeah, but the weird thing is is that he drowned, too.

I... need to find my father.

Hey, Sherlock!

I've got a hangover the size of my ass!

This better be good!

Open the hell up!

Sherlock Moore: Private Investigator

Mrs. Cavanaugh.

What time is it?

Nine.

In the morning?

At night.

What'd you find out about my dad?

Well, I haven't found him yet.

Not the easiest man on the planet to find.

You had an entire month, you haven't found anything?

No, I didn't say that.

You know, just tell me what you know.

Well, uh, he's got a sister.

In Evanston, Illinois,

that he was last seen drivin a sixty-four Ford Fairlane.

Right, because I told you all that.

How about something new?

What... what about Sam Keller?

Did you follow that lead?

- Sam Keller? - Yeah.

He wasn't much help.

Sam is a woman.

He is?

She and my dad dated when I was in high school.

You haven't done a damn thing, have you?

Well, I've been a bit busy, I mean, I was...

I gave you two thousand dollars to find my dad!

I have every intention of doing that.

Son-of-a-bitch!

No, wait! Look, I'm sorry.

So whadda ya think?

Looks great, Brian!

I'm telling you, buggles.

I spoke to me mate in Milwaukee, he said the year they won,

corporate sponsors threw tons of new gizmos their way.

Oh, be still my heart!

Yeah! I'll be able to expand the website,

www-dot-nigelblog-dot-com won't just be about solving murders,

it'll be the place to learn about cutting-edge forensics in this country.

Screw that, the world!

- Hey! - Hey!

How's it going, that Blog thing?

Well, we're getting thousands of hits a week!

Mark my words.

The Beacon Hill Murders may be solved before the week is out.

It's technology, my friends.

Speaking of which, time to check myself out.

You bar-coded yourself?

It's good enough for our cadavers, easier than punching a clock?

See? It's all about efficiency.

File corrupted

No, it can't be.

Data's been wiped.

I... I'm sorry, did you say something about efficiency?

Fatal System Error

- It's gone! - Calm down, Nigel!

No, no, no, you don't understand!

Every body in this morgue was logged in via this system,

the paper identification was discarded,

if the system isn't working...

We still have hard copies of all the autopsy records.

Yeah, but without the computer, we don't know which file belongs to which body!

You're kidding!

Who would set up a system that stupid?

This is a bloody disaster.

You know, when the A.M.E.A. judges pull a body

from the drawer tomorrow morning

and ask us to tell them about it,

we're not gonna know who, what, why, when, or how.

We are toast.

You gotta help me!

Help... help you how?

It's not like we can re-identify every body in cold storage by nine a.m.!

There's gotta be a couple of hundred bodies!

What other choice do we have, Bug?

Oh, God!

I tried to call, you didn't pick up your phone!

There was a live band.

I waited an hour.

Something came up.

Something always comes up, Jordan.

It's about my father.

Yeah?

Someone's trying to kill him.

What?

Two friends of his, both cops, have been drowned within the last 24 hours.

Then some guy puts a gun to my head and says that he's lookin for my father.

Who was he? What'd he look like?

Ah, mid-sixties, grey hair, like a guy who's done a lot of bad things.

You think you could pick him out of the mug book?

- Yeah. - All right, wait here.

Hello.

This is Sherlock.

I... I didn't tell ya everything I know.

Okay, so tell me now.

No! Not on the phone.

Meet me at the end of Pier Forty-three in the abandoned cannery.

I'll tell you everything.

If you wanna see your father alive again,

come alone.

Jordan?

I'll explain later.

Wouldn't it have been smarter to put the bar-code number on the files?

No! The bar-code and the name were inextricably linked, there was no need.

- Clearly. - Hmm!

Okay, if the Peanut gallery's done griping, can we move on, please?

Time's a-wasting...

Thank you.

Female, Caucasian, brown hair.

Young-ish, not more thirty-five...

This woman's not thirty-five, try sixty!

Don't start with me, Bug.

Her hands!

They're wrinkly, varicose veins, sunspots.

Great!

That limits our list to maybe thirty possible targets for Jane Doe...

number one of one hundred and forty seven.

You guys having a party?

We're a little busy, Brian.

That's cool.

There's a couple waiting in the conference room, their name's Jenkins.

They're here to see their daughter's body.

- Now? - Now? / Now?

Yeah!

Mr. Jenkins. Mrs. Jenkins.

I'm Lily Lebowski.

Where is she?

We need to see our baby.

I'm so sorry, but there's no Medical Examiner on duty to show her to you.

If you could come back tomorrow...

We just drove up from Baltimore.

They called us and we need to see her.

She'd been missing almost a week.

Now, they said she got hit by an elevated subway train,

why did it take 'em so long to call us?

Your daughter didn't have any ID on her, so we...

we needed to match her fingerprints to the missing persons report that you filed.

They said that it happened in a... crime-infested neighborhood?

What was she doing in a place like that?

Did the police discuss any of this with you?

Discuss what?

We just wanna know what she was doing there.

Your daughter was found in an area where there was a lot of solicitation.

Excuse me?

A black girl in a bad neighborhood, and suddenly she's a hooker, is that it?

I'm sorry, it's just that the evidence that was...

Please, sir...

Traces of cocaine...

Multiple semeng

This is not our daughter! This is not our Chris!

Now I wanna see my daughter!

I am so sorry.

But I can't.

If you could come back tomorrow.

Pier 43. Abandoned Cannery

Help. Oh, God! Help.

I'm sorry.

I didn't know he was gonna kill 'em.

Why don't ya come out now, sweetheart,

you're wasting both our time here!

Shh!

Dad!

Come with me.

What happened back there?

Who was that? And where have you been all this time?

Any particular order you want those answered in?

And by the way, nice to see you, too, Jordan.

Oh, yeah, forgive me for not making small talk, Okay?

So, how was the weather down in wherever- the-hell-you-were for the last year?

- Come on, will ya? - Let's start with who that freak was,

and why he wants ya dead!

It's Cahill.

Cahill. With the Irish mob?

Yeah.

He the one who killed Joe Pokaski and Charlie Krug?

Which leaves just me and Pete.

O'Malley?

We gotta get over to his place and warn him.

Why?

Thirty years ago,

the four of us, Pokaski, Krug, O'Malley and me were...

working a cop killing case that we traced to Cahill himself.

So, Pokaski and Krug went undercover

and dug up enough evidence to pin the murder on him.

They put him away for almost thirty years.

But he's out now?

Taking revenge, one at a time.

Dad, we gotta call the cops.

No, no cops.

What are you talking about?

Just promise me, no cops.

A man was murdered back there, we have to at least file a police report!

You don't get it, Jordan!

They'll find that body two weeks from now,

floating face down in the river forty miles away.

This isn't some amateur we're dealing with here.

God, you're bleeding!

Yeah.

Tends to happen when you get shot.

We gotta get you to a hospital.

We gotta get to O'Malley before Cahill does.

Dad!

Dad!

Hi.

He belong to you?

Well, he's my dad, so, yeah, I guess.

Kinda cute. He single?

You could say he comes with a few strings attached.

He's gonna be fine. Bullet went clean through.

Yeah, I know, I spoke with the doctor.

Must've pissed someone off real good, though, huh?

I'm sorry?

To shoot him.

Police should be here any minute.

We report these things, you know.

Yeah.

Wasn't you, was it?

Me, no!

Although I have been a little ticked off at him myself, lately.

Not to intrude,

but let me give you a little free advice.

First, a man his age should not be running around getting shot at.

Okay, you preacher... me choir.

And second, try not to stay mad at each other.

I see a lot of people drop dead in this place.

You don't wanna say something you can't take back.

Trust me. I know.

I appreciate the advice.

She's right.

Oh, Jeez...

I'm not dead, am I?

No!

We usually toss a sheet over ya if ya are.

Where am I?

St. Edmund's.

You didn't check me in under my real name, did ya?

Oh, Jeez, Jordan.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, there, big fella...

No, I gotta get outta here! He'll find me.

No, Dad, I'm gonna get a security guard, you'll be fine.

Hey, wait, not to state the obvious here,

but is there something going on that I should know about?

You just stay with him.

Ah.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, I said no!

Gail!

Excuse me, hi...

I need you to lie back.

All right.

Okay, we're moving on to Plan B...

He's here, isn't he?

You know, I'm really not getting paid enough for this.

Okay, listen to me!

Someone is trying to kill my father.

We need your help.

Excuse me, sweetheart?

Visiting hours are over, sir.

Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize that.

You're gonna have to leave. We have rules.

I'm sure you do, and I can appreciate that,

coming from such an attractive package as yourself.

It's just... I'm looking for someone, a man.

Ha, aren't we all?

A big guy, six-five, six-six, blonde.

Mmm. Sounding better all the time.

Name's Cavanaugh, they said he was on this floor somewhere.

Ah, sorry, I don't work this floor, I'm here for a pick-up.

Who ya got there?

This? Ah...

you don't wanna be near this guy, he's highly contagious.

Lots of pus.

Let me see him.

Fine.

Knock yourself out...

Hey, fellas... how ya doing?

I just think we're wasting precious time prioritizing this girl,

you know, she'll turn up eventually.

Your daughter dies, you haven't seen her in months, but hey,

why don't you let her rot in a cold, dark room where no one even knows who she is?

Come on, that's a bit dramatic, isn't it?

You didn't see the look on their faces!

Imagine discovering your daughter...

In quite a messy state.

You... you said African-American, twenty-two, hit by a subway?

I think this is your girl.

Oh!

That can't be Chris Jenkins, because I have Chris Jenkins right here!

Only this one's a he...

There are two Chris Jenkins?

Age thirty-five, male, Caucasian, died of a brain aneurysm.

Wait a minute.

List off the trace we found on your Chris Jenkins.

No, why?

Because this is looking awfully familiar.

Multiple DNA donors, semen, saliva, sweat, trace cocaine...

Biagra, Traces of O-negative blood, lice Grape soda...

They have the same trace evidence?

How is that possible?

When Tracy here interfaced with the bar-code system, she got...

tripped up by two bodies having the name Chris Jenkins,

assigned the same trace to both of 'em.

Oh.

That's what we get for letting a machine do our jobs for us.

No, the machine is state-of-the-art... top-of-the-line.

If trace evidence is wrong, then...

then maybe she wasn't a prostitute.

Well, we don't have time to determine that right now, Lily.

Yeah, we'd have to do a full forensic work up.

Guys, it's after midnight.

The presentation's in 8 and a half hours, we still have 200 bodies to identify.

No, we have to find out the truth about her, her parents are devastated.

Okay, fine, second the presentation's over, I'm there for you.

Is that what we care about, winning some stupid contest?

No! It's just that if we divert our resources to work the trace on this girl...

Listen to yourself!

Diverting resources... that's what got us into this mess in the first place,

treating people like numbers.

She's right.

We were gonna be number one!

Oh, come on! Face it, Nigel.

Your high-tech system, it doesn't work.

It sucks.

And if we put this family through hell, do we really deserve to be number one?

Hey, Max!

Pete.

Jordan.

Hey, Uncle Pete.

Oh, gee, what the hell are you two doing here?

It's Cahill, Pete.

He's out.

They released him last week.

Joe?

Charlie?

They're dead.

Dead?

My God.

All these years I thought we'd gotten away with it.

Got away with what?

We should never have framed him.

Guess you must've left that part out.

So, what'd you guys do? Like...

plant evidence on him?

Oh, you didn't know? That was my dad's specialty on the force...

He was guilty. I don't have any regrets.

No, of course not.

We need to go on the offensive.

Meaning what?

Find him before he finds us.

How? He's out there tracking us!

How did Cahill find you?

Private detective...

You knew about the P.I?

He was sniffing around for a couple of weeks.

I figured you'd hired him to find me.

Well, he told me he hadn't found you.

Because I paid him off.

Then he calls me tonightt, telling me you're in danger,

and that I should meet him at the cannery.

So Cahill and the P.I. were both looking for you?

Cahill finds out somebody else is on your trail...

gets to him, hires him to find all of us.

Son-of-a-bitch was working for Cahill.

Whoa.

How do we know all this?

Okay, before he died, he said that he didn't know Cahill would kill them.

Them.

He obviously knew about Charlie and Joe.

So if Cahill and the P.I...

were working together, he was our only connection.

Lotta good it does us, he's dead.

Well, maybe there's a paper trail...

a phone number in his office that might lead us to Cahill.

All right. We'll go, you two stay here.

No, no, we're going with you!

Haven't you gotten yourselves in enough trouble already?

I thought I was a slob.

Okay, if I was this guy, where would I keep my files?

So where's your dad been all this time?

Ah, I don't know.

If I asked him, I'm not sure I'd get a straight answer.

Why's it so hard between the two of you?

Just lucky, I guess.

No, really, you...

you guys are in this cosmic battle.

Like everything's this one giant mess.

When... when I was about twelve, I came home from school one day

and I found my dad sitting on the front steps.

I could tell he'd been crying,

and he said that he'd locked himself out.

I thought it was so strange that he would cry over something little like that.

Scared the hell outta me.

Of course, now I know that it wasn't about locking himself out,

but at the time, all I could think was that I needed...

to take better care of him.

That I was all he had.

So I guess that's kind of our... problem in a nutshell.

A man likes to think that he can take care of himself.

Especially with his own daughter.

I think he's always resented needing me so much.

I'm sorry I was pushing you so hard earlier tonight.

About us.

I don't wanna be another man in your life who resents needing you.

Since when did you become so self-actualized?

I don't know what that means, but it sounds pathetic.

No.

No, actually, I think I like it.

I'm gonna go check the bedroom.

Jordan?

What just happened?

I think the lights went out.

Yeah, I know, but why? Oh!

Jordan?

Jordan!

Jordan. Jordan, open the door!

Jordan, what's going on in there?

Uh!

Jordan!

Jordan, open the door!

Jordan!

Come on! Jordan, open the door now!

Jordan!

Trace Evidence: Chris Jenkins Case This makes no sense.

I've swabbed every inch of her body, but there's no trace of the semen, or the saliva.

She's clean.

Her parents were right.

Cops took one look at her, she's black,

she's in South Boston at night, she had the roll of bills...

They figured she was a prostitute.

Maybe he's the prostitute.

Yeah, or a John.

Whoa, Chris, you certainly got around.

So what accounts for the trace that we did find on her?

Alcohol, soot, tar, fecal matter, I mean...

doesn't exactly sound like Anne of Green Gables.

Sounds more like she's homeless.

Yeah, but her feet, her nails, they are in excellent condition.

Wait a minute, I'm picking up something that Tracy missed, a composition solid.

Salt, coloring agents, coagulate, curd of animal's milk?

Cheese.

Yeah, but her stomach contents were filled with soy and vegetables, and...

That's supposed to mean something? Cheese?

Actually,

I think it does.

Woody.

Jordan, where the hell are you? Are you all right?

Yeah, I'm okay.

Put Max on.

I need to speak to my dad.

Jordan,

just tell me you're all right.

Yeah, Dad, I'm fine.

There's someone here who wants to speak to you.

Hello, Max.

It's been a long time.

I swear to God, Cahill, you hurt my daughter and I'll kill ya!

Threats don't mean much to me any more.

What do you want with her?

Now there's a stupid question.

Fine.

Just tell me where.

Where is she? What did he say?

I can't tell ya.

What?

It's our turn. You're staying here.

He wants us, this has nothing to do with you.

Are you people nuts?

He'll kill her, Woody.

- I'm not taking that chance. - Max.

Listen to me, you're not the only one who cares about her.

Now we need a plan here, fellas. Okay?

And in order for that to work, you gotta tell me everything, and I mean everything,

cause I gotta feeling this is a lot more complicated than you're letting on.

You okay?

Your move, Cahill!

Where's O'Malley?

He's coming!

Get on your knees!

Now!

Hands behind your head!

You shouldn't have come here, Dad, he's gonna kill you.

Not until I get my money!

What money?

Oh, you never told her, huh, Max?

Tell me what?

- Jordan, I... - What money?

Five million dollars.

They framed me for it! Framed me!

So they could steal my money! Go ahead, tell her!

All right, here's the deal.

O'Malley here has a half a million of it.

Show him, Pete.

You let Jordan go,

we'll give you the rest.

Not much of a deal, is it, Max?

You get your daughter and your life.

I spent thirty years behind bars.

Where's my retribution?

Where's my justice?

Tell ya what,

how about I kill you all and take the half a million.

All right,

let her go and take me.

- Don't do it, Max! - My life for hers!

- Dad! - Come on, take it or leave it!

Fine, I'll take it!

Dad!

Stay down, both of you, stay down!

I'm all right, Jordan.

Don't move.

I'm wearing the vest.

That's what I was trying to tell ya.

You guys all right?

- Yeah. - Pete, take the flank.

- I'm going after him. - Yeah.

- Dad, it's safer over here. - Oh!

There was no money, Jordan.

Just a few thousand Woody pulled from Impound.

We didn't steal the five million from Cahill.

We were going to, but it wasn't there.

Someone inside his operation must've gotten it.

He drew on me.

You were right.

The file that you saw last night was, um,

there was a glitch.

A glitch?

Sometimes evidence points in one direction,

and it's not until we look, we really look hard,

that we see that it doesn't mean what it looks like it means.

So you're saying you screwed up.

Yes.

Hey, morning, guys.

I got a full night's sleep,

didn't nick myself shaving, no traffic on the Pike.

All signs point...

What?

Is there something you wanna tell me?

Our, um, our new bar-code system?

Tried to access an incorrect M.A., uh, resulting in a programming...

- Nigel. - It crashed.

This is bad.

Which left us with three hundred John and Jane Does.

This is so bad!

Then we could've put the whole thing back together again, but...

then these parents came in,

looking for their daughter...

Chris was in that neighborhood because she was distributing cheese sandwiches,

USDA emergency rations to the homeless.

We confirmed it with the shelter.

On behalf of this entire office,

I wanna offer our most heartfelt apologies.

Thank you.

Seems our new system's led to an erroneous conclusion about the girl...

That she was a prostitute.

We had no choice but to find the truth.

Which is exactly why we are the best.

Took the Red Sox eighty-six years to win that World Series.

I'm a patient man.

Trace Evidence: Kevin Cahill

- Hi. - Hi.

Uh.

Look, Jordan...

about the money.

It was a long time ago, I was young, stupid.

I had a wife, a kid. I made practically nothing on the force.

I don't make much either, but you don't see me robbing any banks.

You know what kind of money your mother came from.

How was I supposed to compete with that?

I wanted a life for...

- you, for her... - So you were gonna steal it.

But I didn't!

Because it was gone when you got there, Dad!

That's hardly moral high ground.

Uh.

Thank God it wasn't there.

Cause...

I'm not sure I could have lived with myself if...

I'd gotten away with it.

Easy for you to say now.

For God sakes, Jordan,

when are you gonna stop being so disappointed in me?

When you stop being so disappointing.

That's... that's fair.

Hey, Jordan, that body in Trace?

Yeah. What about it?

Initial report says he was shot in self-defense.

That's right.

Okay, well, you need to take a look at this,

because there's G.S.R. tattooing around the wound.

Now, I'm not so sure self-defense is what I would call it,

I would say it's more like an execution.

Hi, Pete.

Jordan.

I just wanted to see if you were okay.

I'm fine.

You going somewhere?

Yeah, I thought I'd go down to Florida.

Little fishing.

I didn't know that you fished.

I fish.

Are you gonna invite me in?

No.

Well, uh, I gotta hand it to you, Pete.

You got will power,

sitting on it all these years.

Cahill was a powerful man.

Even behind bars...

I always knew I'd have to kill him some day

if I wanted to spend it.

But you're not gonna spend it.

I gotta turn ya in.

I'm real sorry to hear that.

What are you doing, Pete?

Please, Jordan, just walk away.

This doesn't concern ya, Max.

You're holding a gun and that's my daughter.

I think it does.

We'll split it, Max, you and me.

Sorry.

Not interested.

It's five million dollars.

It's blood money.

No, Max.

We deserve this money. We earned it.

Forty years on the force...

putting our asses on the line...

day after day, year after year, for no money!

It wasn't fair.

We earned this money.

You were always my favorite, Pete.

You'd tell those... dumb jokes

every time you came over for dinner.

And then... do those magic tricks that I always fell for.

I used to love that.

Gimme the gun, Pete.

I'm sorry.

I brought you some chowder.

Had 'em put in a... dash of that hot sauce you like.

Great, how much do I owe ya?

I'm still your father, Jordan, I can buy you a cup of soup.

Well, maybe this will help.

Where...

you sold the bar, didn't ya?

Ah, what the hell.

I was a lousy businessman, anyway.

So,

you gonna ask me

where I been all this time, or not?

No.

Not interested?

I just don't want you to have to lie.

You're here.

We're both adults, and, uh,

for some reason we still love each other.

That's all that matters.

I think we should call a truce.

What have you done with my daughter?

Dad, I'm serious.

We're either wasting our time screaming at each other about the past, or...

we're avoiding each other and wondering why we're so damn lonely.

I wanna throw in the towel.

I wish it was that simple.

But it can be, Dad.

Dad, it's up to us.

We gotta start over.

How?

How do we do that, Jordan?

You know, I have no idea.

But maybe it's, uh,

us downing our chowder and...

going from there.

To starting over?

To starting over.

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