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They, uh,

switched the locker rooms
up, like, eight months ago.

There were more women
than men.

Hey, I thought you weren't
interested in white women.

Hey, morning.
Hey, Jordan.

Is that a toothbrush?
Tell me you didn't sleep here.

Sleep would be
a generous word for it.

Oh, is it that hard
to find an apartment?

With what you're paying me, I'm
lucky I can afford the toothbrush.

What's wrong with your dad's
place? Oh, it's complicated.

I'm having dinner there tonight.
That's as far as I want it to go.

Yeah? What's with the record player?

This isn't a record player.

This is a Victrola.

Of course, yes. And what
are you gonna do with it?

I'm integrating.
Ah.

You know, my work life with
my hobbies, my interests.

I'm more than just a
medical examiner, Jordan.

I happen to be
a very interesting guy.

Bet you didn't know that.

Well, I'd be lying if I said I did, Garret.

Oh, yeah. I write poetry, play a
little jazz drums, Greco-Roman wrestle.

Wow, who knew?

So we're late for the morning
meeting. Yakura takes attendance.

Um...

Dr. Macy.

Yeah.
Could you sign this please?

Sure.

Here you go.
Oh, thank you.

Dr. Macy.

Garret, you devil!
It's working already.

What are you
talking about?

Well, she obviously senses
that you're an interesting guy.

Are you talking about Lily,
the intake girl?

Yeah, that, or she really likes your ass.

Yeah, fine.

Meanwhile, what I said about integrating,

that goes double for you.

Meaning what exactly?

Means you are
a pain in the ass.

And I say that
with love.

Now, the good news is
it's not too late to change.

You don't have
to be an obnoxious,

driven, self-righteous
zealot your whole life.

Again, said with love,
right?

It is said with love,
that's right.

And she does not like
my ass. Listen to me.

Yes, she... Okay. I'm
trying to help you here.

I went out on a limb
to get you back

and Yakura cannot wait
to say, "I told you so. "

So what we have to do, we have to
make this the dawn of a new day.

Okay.

Clean slate, we're starting over. Right.

So you gotta promise me you're
gonna try to stay out of trouble.

Yeah.
You promise?

Yeah.
I'm serious.

So am I. Okay, fine. I'm
not kidding. All right, fine.

Geez.
Let's go.

Yeah.

As you know,
last year we had...

You, of course,
remember Dr. Yakura.

Oh, yeah, sure.
Hello, Grace.

Sit down.

As I was saying before we were interrupted,

last year we had
a 100º/º identification rate.

I intend to
keep it that way.

Which brings us to...

Mr. Stinky.

We will refer to him as
case number 0-1-0-6-1-8

and he's been here
five months.

I want him identified

and processed out of the
crypt by the end of the week.

Any volunteers?

Dr. Sanders,
how about you?

Dr. Macy,
possible homicide.

34-year-old male,
massive head trauma.

Dr. Goodall,
auto versus ped.

And Dr. Olson,

41-year-old male,
drowned in bathtub.

Thank you very much,
everybody.

The rest
I'll handle myself.

What about me?

Find a case to assist on.

Assist?
Jordan, it's all right.

Look, if you've got a
problem with me, let me know.

Otherwise, why am I not getting a case?

I spent half the night on
the phone with the Mayor,

the D.A. And the
Police Commissioner

trying to explain
how one of my M.E. S

handcuffed a police officer
to his bed.

So if you want to play cops and robbers,

please do it
on your own time.

Yeah, at least
I caught the bad guy.

There are no bad guys,
Dr. Cavanaugh.

There are only
dead bodies.

Meeting adjourned.
Let's get to work.

Just got a report of a cab driver
killed over on Congress Street.

Jordan,

looks good.

I'll give her a week.

What do we have?

Dead cab driver.

Fits the M.O. Of a perp
we've been looking for.

Calls for a cab, takes them
someplace remote, robs them.

This is the first one
he's killed, though.

Who's the scene commander?

That'd be me.

Lieutenant Winslow,

this is the M.E.
Assigned to the murder.

Yeah.
Lieutenant, huh?

Hello, Dr. Cavanaugh.

I take it you two know one another. Yeah.

Unfortunately.

Nice to see you, too,
Jordan.

Medium caliber
entrance wound

on lower posterior cranium.

Some tattooing
around the skin.

It was close range.

Was it a. 38?

Maybe.

There's no exit wound.
Bullet's still in there.

We got a description
of the suspect

from the four previous
cabbies this guy held up.

He uses a chrome-plated
.38 snub nose.

Lividity's fixed. When was
he last known to be alive?

We're checking on that
right now.

Oh. Sometime after 11:18 p. M,

when he dropped off
his last fare.

Got anything else?

Not much.

I found this on the floor
of the back seat.

Nicotine gum.
Orange flavored.

We've got a trace on the
last call to his cell phone.

Came from a pay phone over
at the convention center.

Okay.

Look, Jordan, I know
you're still pissed,

but I got a lot of distance
on this thing and I...

Save it, Eddy.

Never gonna find anything,
guys.

50 people could have used
that phone since last night.

Nicotine gum.

Orange.

You ID'd Mr. Stinky yet?

No, it's impossible.
Look at him.

He was wax
when they found him.

You probably thought this
was arthritis. Isn't it?

I can see how an untrained eye
could miss it.

His fingers have all
been broken and rehealed.

And you can tell that how?

Excess cartilage
around the joints.

Scar tissue.

Textbook sign of torture.

Bug, you know, you've
got a real feel for this.

The answer's no.

Oh, come on.
Yakura's gonna kill me.

I'll even buy you lunch.

You're curious, I can tell.
You have a thing for Mr. Stinky.

I do not have a thing for Mr. Stinky.

Tuna and sweet corn
on whole wheat

and pepperoncinis
on the side.

Do we get
New Year's Day off?

I'm sorry?

New Year's?

People do die
on New Year's,

sad as that may be.

Well, New Year's
is three months away.

Oh, I know, I just...

I like to make
my plans early.

Very organized.

I'm anal, actually.

I can say anal
at work, right?

I'm sure you can.

Oh.

You know, I...

I watch you
in here sometimes

and you treat
the bodies with

such respect.

It's so inspirational.

Thanks.

You, uh,

looked a little puzzled
there. Everything okay?

Yeah, it's just...

Never mind.
Don't worry about it.

You sure?

Well, it's just...

A perfectly healthy
34-year-old man.

He just made partner at
a big Beacon Hill law firm.

He went out last night
for a three-mile run

and ends up bludgeoned to death
12 miles away from his house.

See? Multiple blows.

It's overkill, really, except
for these two right here.

It's what we call
"hesitation blows. "

Now, if that's not odd enough, there's this.

You see the lividity marks
where the blood settled?

I'd say that looks
like a license plate.

Yeah, it sure does.

Well, the only problem is, I checked
the scene report and the photos.

There was no license plate
found there.

Wow. A mystery.

You should run this through
the RMV, see what comes up.

Maybe you'll solve
this murder.

Well, that's not really
what I do.

Yeah, but...

It would be really cool
if you did though, huh?

Well, I

better get back to work.
Oh, yeah, okay.

Yeah.

No trace of gunshot residue.

We can rule out
mutual gunplay.

Okay.

I do see some bruising,
though, on the knuckles.

Defensive wounds?

No. These are
a couple days old.

This guy didn't
put up a fight.

Killer never gave him
a chance.

What?

Nothing.

It's just...
You sound like your father.

I don't mean
anything by that.

Look, are you interested
in hearing my theory or not?

Sure.

Okay, this wasn't
about scaring the guy.

This was an execution.
One shot from behind, clean.

I just think you're looking
in the wrong direction.

Dr. Cavanaugh, the cab driver's
wife's here to ID the body.

Yeah.

That's him.

Doctor,

can I ask you one question?

Yeah.

Did he suffer?

Well, that's difficult to...

No.

No, I don't
believe he did.

You're telling me there's no
chance that my husband suffered?

Well, I...

Just tell me the truth,
Doctor.

The bullet sliced through
several neural pathways,

rendering him paralyzed.

It's possible

that he remained conscious
for two to three minutes,

fully aware of the fact
that he was gonna die.

Yeah. Yeah, I would have
to call that suffering.

Thanks.

Nice light touch
you got there.

Thanks a lot.

The cabbie's wife,

I think
she's involved somehow.

Another theory?

She came in
to ID the body.

It was like I just told her
I killed a fly in her kitchen.

People react
in strange ways.

He was beating her.
I ran his name.

There were seven domestic
disturbance calls in four years.

She filed
three restraining orders.

We already know
all of this, Jordan.

It's our job.

You see, you figure out how they died,

we find the killers.

That's how it works
around here.

She works midnight to 7:00 at
a greasy spoon out in Quincy.

Security cameras
recorded her entire shift.

Now, if I have any further
need of your services

or deductive abilities,
I will call.

Hi, Dr. Cavanaugh.

Listen...

I'm sorry about walking
in on you this morning.

I hope you don't
think I...

Or that I...

What, that you
liked what you saw?

Stop busting my chops.

Look, Trey, I'm sorry.

You know,
really, it's okay.

I mean, modesty has never really
been one of my long suits, anyway.

But I do expect you to
return the favor sometime.

Oh, I aim to please.

Jordan, come with me.

Where are you taking me?

To show you
how it's done.

Listen and learn.

He just went for a run, same as always.

We didn't even say goodbye.

I'm so sorry for your loss,
Mrs. Babcock.

And to lose a husband,
I can only imagine your pain.

Do you have any kids?

No.

We were trying, though.

Here, take this.

Did he suffer?

With an injury
of that extent,

it's almost certain there was a
loss of consciousness upon impact.

So, no,
I don't believe he did.

That's good.

You know, in the words of the poet Aeschylus,

"In our own despair
against our will,

"comes wisdom
through the grace of God. "

I believe that.

Thank you, Doctor.
Thank you.

You're welcome.

Now, that's how you handle
a grieving loved one.

Thanks.

What do we have here?

A bullet.

Now, who would shoot
an 80-year-old man?

No, he didn't die
from this.

See those periosteum
deposits built up over it?

That takes years.

So his hands tell us
he was tortured,

his lungs say he survived asbestos exposure

and got shot in the chest.

And none of that
killed him.

Mr. Stinky,

you are a riddle
wrapped in an enigma.

Dad?

He's on his way home.

I'm in the kitchen.

Hi.
Hi.

Smells good.
What is it?

Vegetable lasagna
with soy cheese.

He's gotta
watch his cholesterol.

Oh, where is he?

He's got yoga on Tuesdays.

Oh, now that's supposed
to be a secret.

He doesn't want anybody to
know till he can touch his toes.

Oh, well,
that'll be a while.

Well, he was really
limber when we first met.

Excuse me?

When he was an athlete.

We met in high school.
He never told you?

No, must have left
that part out.

You know, you go your separate ways.

But then,
after my husband died,

well, one day
I just called him.

Out of the blue.

Oh, this garbage disposal.

It only works
when it wants to.

Oh, honey, could you get
me a salad bowl, please?

Yeah, um...

Oh, no, no, no,
they're over there now.

Yeah, I like
a workable kitchen.

I mean, the teacups were over here,

the saucers were over there.

Seems like I spent all my time cleaning
out this house ever since I got here.

You haven't gotten to
the attic yet, have you?

Your mother died
22 years ago, Jordan.

How long was he supposed to save her clothes?

Honey, I'm home.

We're all here,
sweetie.

I made your favorite.

Wow, it's so big.

Yeah, well, all the better to hear it with.

The Comedian Harmonists.

You know the Harmonists?

Well, my father
collected old records.

Yeah, so do I.

Jazz and blues, mostly
from the '20s and '30s.

Oh.

You know what
I like about you,

Dr. Macy?

You are a very
interesting man.

Uh, I...

I ran those numbers through
the RMV like you suggested

and came up with
62 possible matches.

I don't know.

Wait a minute, Louis Stahler? That's...

That's the same name
as Dr. Cavanaugh's case.

That's the cab driver
that was shot yesterday.

Do me a favor and get me Dr.
Cavanaugh's cell number, will you?

Mmm.

I saw Eddy Winslow today.

Really? How's he doing?

I don't know, I didn't ask.

He was my last partner
on the force.

Oh.
When I got...

Well, when I left,

he was the...
Just say it, Dad.

He ratted you out.

It was an internal affairs
investigation.

What was he supposed to do? Could
we change the subject, please?

So, how are things at the new job,

Jordan, huh?
Any interesting cases?

Yeah, mmm, actually.

I'm trying to figure out how this
woman blew her husband's brains out.

Blam, you know,
bullet bounces around,

brain matter,
blood everywhere.

Pretty interesting case.

Terrible.

It's hard to believe anybody
could ever do such a thing.

Wow, that stuff happens
all the time, right, Dad?

You know, husband carves
up the wife with a chainsaw.

Mom kills the kids,
tosses them in the river.

I'm sure Dad has some
crime photos laying around

if you're interested.

Actually, you know what? I'm surprised
you didn't run across any of those

while you were cleaning
things out around here.

Jordan, can we just have some
nice dinner conversation, please?

What? I thought in this house
that was dinner conversation.

Not anymore.

This is a chance for

you and Evelyn to
get to know one another.

Fine.

Then maybe she doesn't mind
if I ask her a question.

You can ask me anything.

Where the hell do you get off
giving my mom's clothes away?

All right, that's it.

I think I'm gonna go out
and check on the pie. Hmm?

I want you to apologize to her right now.

She should apologize to me. No.

To you! No, where the hell does
she get off touching Mom's clothes?

Jordan,

I will not have you treating
her that way in my house.

Your house?
Yes, my house.

So if you're not ready to
start acting like an adult,

you can leave. Now!

What?

Garret,
I can't talk right now.

Why would I know
the license plate number?

At the impound lot,
I guess. Why?

All right, fine, yeah.
I'll meet you there.

They closed
an hour ago.

We have to wait
till morning.

No, we don't.

Jordan.

Come on, I want to find out
what my corpse's license plate

was doing on your corpse's ass. Are you nuts?

We are not breaking into this
place. It's against the law.

We'll be in and out
in five minutes.

What are you,

chicken?

Huh? I'll give you some help.
Right there.

Give me a break.
Okay.

You know what? I don't know what
you're talking about, Garret.

As far as asses go,

yours is kinda sweet.

I'm telling you, man,
as soon as I met the wife,

I knew
there was more to this.

That's not
the same number.

Wait a minute.

Now, how the hell did my corpse

get in the trunk
of your corpse's cab?

Freeze! You're trespassing
on police property.

Keep your hands
where I can see them.

Don't worry.
I'll handle this.

Great.

Don't think
I slept a wink.

On the bright side, at least I didn't
have to sleep at the morgue again.

Okay, I went ahead and buried your paperwork.

You're all set.

I thank you,
my career thanks you.

I'm gonna go home
and take a shower.

Do us both a favor and stay away
from me for the rest of the day, okay?

Thanks for taking your sweet
ass time getting us out.

If you hadn't
have mouthed off,

you could have been
out of here in 15 minutes.

I mean, come on, Jordan.
Breaking into an impound lot?

What the hell
were you thinking?

We were going where
the evidence took us.

And besides, you're still
looking for a crack head

who kills cabbies
and chews nicotine gum.

Okay, I admit the dead lawyer in the
trunk somewhat complicates things.

Wow, no wonder they
made you lieutenant.

You're never gonna let
me live it down, are you?

What do you think?

I think this case
isn't that hard to explain.

Cabbie picks the guy up, he
kills him, he dumps the body.

And just by coincidence, gets
killed by a robber five hours later.

So when are you
gonna bring her in?

The cabbie's wife, Elaine.

She's the only one you've got who can
tell you how these two guys are connected.

Do you even know
where she is?

Yeah.

She's waiting
in interrogation.

I don't understand
what I'm doing here.

I thought I told you
everything I know.

I know, Mrs. Stahler.

There's been a complication
in the case

and we just have a few more questions,
if you don't mind, of course.

You stated before that your husband's
shift began at 11:00 that night.

That's right.

Your husband owned the cab,
right? He was an independent?

That's right.

Anyone else have access
to the cab that night

before his shift began?

No. It was parked out front,

same as always.

Why?
What is this about?

Mrs. Stahler,
do you recognize this man?

No.

His name is
Nolan Babcock.

Do you know how your
husband might have known him?

My husband knew
a lot of guys.

Look, I told you, I don't know.

So you also don't know
how this man wound up dead

in the trunk of
your husband's cab?

My husband was a violent son of a bitch.

And when he wasn't
beating the crap out of me,

he was off looking for
a fight somewhere else.

So you tell me he's driving around
with a dead guy in the trunk?

Well, I'll tell you what. That
doesn't surprise me one bit.

Thank you.

Must open something
pretty small.

This is what
we got to go on.

A bus schedule, 37 cents
in change and a photograph.

Must be Mrs. Stinky.

Here, take a look at this.

See those
neurofibrillary tangles there?

He had Alzheimer's.
Mmm-hmm.

All right, gentlemen,
how brilliant am I?

Brilliance, by definition,
is unquantifiable, Nigel.

You're either brilliant
or you're not.

No, Bug. The answer is very brilliant.

Your bullet
is a. 22 caliber

fired from
a Mauser Werke rifle,

standard issue to the
Germans in World War II. Now,

ask me what makes it
so special.

No.

This bullet was only used
during the Battle of Kursk,

after which
it was discontinued

for reasons Mr. Stinky's already shown us.

It wasn't terribly lethal.

How do you know all this,
Nigel?

Insomnia and the History Channel.
They're a lethal combination.

Dr. Macy.
Oh, thank God you're okay.

I have been worried sick
about you.

Why were you worried?

Well, you know, spending the
night in the slammer like that.

Oh, that must have been
an amazing experience.

How did you find out
about that?

Oh, everyone's talking.

So? So what happened with Mr.
Babcock and the license plate?

Did you solve it?

No, no, no, we turned
everything over to the police.

It's in their hands now.
Oh.

Dr. Macy,

you, um...

You didn't have to be anybody's
bitch in there, did you?

No, but thanks
for asking.

Hey, Garret,
I found something.

I thought I told you
to stay away from me.

The cops are working off
the theory

that the cabbie killed Nolan,
stuffed him in the trunk

and dumped his body
on the side of the road.

And a perfectly
good theory it is.

Do you realize everyone here
knows we spent the night in jail?

So?

You are unbelievable.

It says here
in your autopsy report

that Nolan died from
repeated overhead blows

to the left of the medial part of the skull.

Now, you determined that the
killer used their right hand.

And that's where my work
in this case ends.

My cabbie had had
two rotator cuff surgeries.

He couldn't lift his right
arm any higher than this.

He didn't kill him.
Somebody else did.

Jordan, if you want to ride
your career into the toilet,

be my guest, but don't expect
me to saddle up with you.

That's kind of a mixed
metaphor, though, isn't it?

Hi.

Uh,

I need your help on a case.

Not tonight.

You're not even
gonna let me in?

If you've come to apologize,
I might.

All right, you know,
I'm sorry.

Well, that was pathetic.

And I'm not the one
you need to apologize to.

I need your help
on this case.

Give me one good
reason why I should.

Because I'm your daughter and
I need your help on this case.

The cabbie's wife,

she's the interesting one
here.

Elaine, yeah.

We know she didn't kill her husband.

She had an alibi.

But she had access
to the cab that night.

Ah, so you're thinking she killed
the guy in the trunk, Nolan.

Well, she has
no alibi for that.

No motive, either.

No revenge,
no money involved.

Far as we know,
they were perfect strangers.

I know.

I'm going out
on a limb here.

I don't know why she did
it, I don't even know how.

But right now it's the only hunch I've got.

So who do you want to be?

I'll be the killer.
I'll be Elaine.

I'll be Nolan.

The road's empty.

I see you running.

I'm standing
in the shadows, scared.

My heart's pounding,

but I know
I have to do this.

No.

It's not right.
It's too dangerous.

You're a woman. You're
not gonna overpower me.

You're more clever
than that.

I need to get you
to stop somehow.

Yes, you need to gain my trust.

I fake car trouble.

That's right.

You stop and offer
to take a look.

I pop the hood.

You walk to
the front of the car.

No. You'd have to
drag me to the back.

I'm six feet
of dead weight.

The trunk.

I need you to get
something from the trunk.

The spare tire.

When you're leaning in,
that's when I'll do it.

Quick, easy.

I hear you behind me,
but I don't turn.

I have no idea
you're gonna kill me.

I hit you,
but not hard enough.

Why?
You're trying to kill me.

No, I'm not sure
I want to do this.

Hit me again, Jordan.
Harder.

I don't know. I've never
killed anybody before.

Do it.
I'm not a killer!

Do it.

Who stood to
gain from his death?

I don't know. A business
partner, his wife Sandra, maybe.

He have insurance money?

Probably. He was a
lawyer. They were well off.

How did Elaine know
where to find him?

How'd she know where he'd be,
where he ran at night, what time?

Who could have
possibly told her that?

A criss-cross?

You kill my husband,
I kill yours.

Strangers On A Train.

No way to trace the motive.

The perfect murder.

Now all I have
to do is prove it.

So, Mr. Stinky was born
somewhere around 1920,

fought in
the Second World War,

was shot, captured and
tortured, but survived.

Due to the asbestos
we found,

probably worked in a shipyard
for a long period of his life.

He later developed Alzheimer's and
eventually died in Paul Revere Square.

End of story.

All this and we still
don't know who he is.

Mmm-hmm.

So that's it?
We're just gonna give up?

We did our best.

Sign him out and
he's off to potter's field.

Wait a minute.

You said Paul Revere Square,
right?

Yeah, so?

Take a look at this.

Paul Revere Square.

"Hold me in your memories,
Lydia. "

All right, I got
a really lame idea.

I'm gonna contact
the Veteran's Administration,

see if they can run a search,
cross-referencing the name

Lydia and Massachusetts.

Nice place you got here.

I brought you bagels
and these.

They're the phone records for
Elaine Stahler and Sandra Babcock.

How did you...

I still have a few friends in low places.

I was hoping to find out
if they'd called one another.

They didn't,
but look at this.

Elaine called this number
17 times.

I had it traced.

It's the hotline for
a battered women's shelter.

The last one,

day before the murder.

But we already know
she was battered.

Ah, but that's not
the interesting part.

I traced every one of
Sandra Babcock's calls.

This one here is to
the administrative office

of the women's shelter
that Elaine called.

So what does that mean?

Well, I don't know, but in my
day, that's what we called a lead.

I gotta get back.

Evelyn and I are shopping
for a new sofa today.

By the way,

I was the one who told her to
give away your mother's clothes.

It was my idea, Jordan.

She's still waiting for
that apology of yours.

Hotline,
can I help you?

Yeah, um,

I spoke to someone there the other night

and I really need to
talk with her again.

When?
Well, it was...

It was Tuesday night,
uh, around 10:00 p. m.

I'll try to call her
and patch you through.

Great, thanks.

Hello.
Can I help you?

Elaine?

Garret,
I connected the bodies.

The wives, they killed
each other's husbands.

I went for a run
this morning.

Did you hear
what I said?

I need to check Nolan Babcock
out of the crypt again.

Somewhere near the end
of the second mile,

I had a breakthrough,
an epiphany.

They're going to get away with it, Garret.

There's no hard evidence
connecting either one of them

to the scene
of their crimes.

All we have is a piece of gum
and a partial license plate.

Do you remember when Sandra
Babcock borrowed my handkerchief?

Run this for DNA.

If your theory's right, it should
match the chewing gum you found.

What do you mean
it's nothing?

So you can link a piece of gum
with some snot in a handkerchief.

If it matches,
it's genetic proof that

Sandra Babcock was at
that pay phone that night.

Yeah, two miles
from the crime scene.

You still can't put her
in the back of that cab.

And even if you could, without
fingerprints and a weapon?

You're not even gonna
try to find a motive?

I mean, maybe Nolan
was sleeping around.

Maybe he had a million
dollar life insurance policy.

It was a $2.2 million,
actually.

Well, then that's it. That's her motive.

That is for us to determine,
Jordan.

There are procedures to
follow in building a case.

Okay, maybe your dad taught
you to go barreling head first

into brick... Hey, hey!
Leave my dad out of this.

I can't.
You know why?

He seems to be here
every time we're together.

It is time you understood
something. Let's get it out.

Good. Okay? I did him a favor.

Oh, yeah, how?

By saving his life.

That's a good one.

He was a liability.

A man can't have that much
anger without endangering himself

and the men around him.
He was done.

I just helped him
see it.

I'm gonna take this
to the lab.

But right now,
given what we've got,

this case hinges on
one of them confessing.

And don't hold your breath
on that ever happening.

Thanks.

Hope you didn't come all the
way down here for the food.

Actually, I came here to
ask your advice on something.

Do I look like someone you'd
want to take advice from?

It's a subject
you know a lot about.

Let's say, hypothetically,

that I was getting the crap
beat out of me by my husband.

Fine, let's say you were.

Then one night, out of
desperation, I make a call.

The voice on the other end
is sympathetic,

someone with
the same problems as me.

I feel safe.

Finally, someone understands.
Even better,

she has a solution,
a way out.

I am so desperate,
I make a deal.

It's a really interesting
story, but I have work to do.

Well, what if I found out
she lied to me?

What if I did this terrible
thing just so she could collect

$2 million
in insurance money?

Then I would say that you
don't have the whole story.

But she knew
I trusted her.

She used me.
I was duped.

Well, maybe you were.

Or maybe she failed
to mention the fact

that her son of a bitch
husband was molesting her kids.

Maybe she just
left that part out.

Sandra Babcock
doesn't have any kids.

But don't take
my word for it.

It's right here in
her husband's obituary.

Elaine, you can make this
a lot easier on yourself.

His name
was Albert Saltzman.

He was
the love of my life.

He had the photograph on him
when he died.

This was taken the day
before he went off to the war.

I wanted to give him
something to remind him of me.

I waited for him,

but he never came back.

I have one child,

three grandchildren,

one great-grandchild.

And they're all his.

I never knew I was pregnant when he left.

Would you happen to know
what this is, too?

It's been closed
for 58 years.

He was trying
to find you, Lydia.

I just assumed that
he'd forgotten about me.

Apparently, he never did.

Word on the street is
you're a real limber guy.

Yeah, uh,

it's called downward dog.

Yeah, I can see why.

So, how's your case going?

It's over.

Elaine Stahler confessed
to everything.

She's gonna plea bargain for
testifying against Sandra.

She's at the police station
right now.

38 years on the force,
I've learned one thing.

It's easy to kill someone,

it's hard to live with it.

So, what do you think?

Of the new sofa?

Oh, nice, nice.

Doesn't really go with the
rest of the furniture, but...

Well, it's Evelyn's taste.

I like it, though.

Yeah, listen, Dad,

about the other night.

Yeah?
I just, uh...

Coming back home just brings
up a lot of stuff, you know?

Um,

I know I can be a jerk.

Okay, and it's not as though you
don't deserve to be happy. That...

Wasn't right,

me not telling you
about Evelyn.

You should know what's going
on between us, everything.

Well, if you're gonna tell
me that she's good in bed,

then I'm leaving right now.

Oh, she's...
It's not that complicated.

Just the opposite.
I need her, Jordan.

Now, you don't have
to be her best friend.

You don't even
have to like her.

But you do have
to apologize to her.

Oh,

hello.

This darn thing.

I mean, one minute it works,
the next minute it doesn't.

Can we, uh...
You got a few seconds?

Sure.

It's about
the other night.

Look, I just, I want...

Oh, no, don't. Don't, Jordan. No, it's okay.

I mean, it's a funny
thing about apologies.

When you get to be my age, you learn

they're not worth much.

Now, somebody who can figure out
how to get a disposal to work, that

I could actually use.

We're just having
leftovers tonight,

but you're
welcome to stay.

Yeah.

Yeah, I'd like that.

Good night.

Good night.

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