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Practice the English, would you?

This little caffeine place just opened up
around the corner.

No Carmel blendeds, no half-decafs.

Just a little guy named
Jean Paul who makes solo espresso.

You're awfully perky this AM.

Garret's back. The sweet Indian summer
has settled over the city.

It's one of those mornings you wake up
knowing it's going to be a great day.

No, not for everybody, apparently.

- Point taken. What's his story?
- Travelling salesman.

Found him parked in a rental car, still
clutching his half eaten chicken sandwich.

He probably just choked on it.

Yeah, probably.

Except? Come on, Jordan,
just say it. Except?

There's a slight ligature mark on his neck
which could indicate strangulation.

Or maybe his collar's just a little
too tight.

Grazie.

Prego.

It's 3727 pound. Remember?

Dr. Slokum just thought it'd be easier.

Welcome Back Dr. M!

Look, okay, I know you didn't
want to make a big deal.

So we cancelled the funk band
and the gogo dancers,

but I honestly can not express to you

how happy we all are to have you back.

Thanks.

Lily, call maintenance, will you?
I want all punch code door locks

gone from this morgue
by the end of the day.

One Bram Rittenour from Buffalo, New York.

Chamber of commerce, travelling
sales association.

Carpet salesman of the year 1989.

Is there anything sadder than
being carpet salesman of the year?

How about still carrying the card
in your wallet 16 years later.

Poor Bram. Victim of his own lunch.

You know, it's statements like
those that truly reveal

your limited grasp of scientific method.

Excuse me?

Prejudging on insufficient data.

Ligature mark on his neck.

Strangulation is a strong possibility.

But there's no signs of a struggle.

Yeah, well, there never is
if it's done right.

One contact lens. Tinted blue.

He must've lost the other one
and put his glasses on.

This guy is a middle-aged salesman
from Buffalo.

What good are blue eyes gonna do him?

Guys? Mrs. Rittenour just arrived.

If it's all right, she'd like to have
a moment alone with her husband.

Yes, of course.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Sorry.

That's it. I'm definitely getting
tinted contacts, like, today.

You guys are so cynical.

Just because a lady has a nice figure,
does not make her immune to falling in love.

Did you hear about this?

Some biker's been leading four cruisers
on a pursuit for the last two hours at Reading.

Why do I feel like I'm looking at
my next call?

I'm on it. I owe you from Thursday,
remember?

Traffic is a mess out there too.

There's some sort of world economic thing
going on at Chancellor Square all week.

Is anyone making toast?

I tell you what. If it ends vehicular,
I got it. If it's gunshot, he's yours.

I'll take him. I could use a long drive.

First day. He's just getting
his morgue legs back.

- I hear he's writing a novel.
- Yeah, I wouldn't mention that.

Why does it smell like toast?

Call 911. Now.

It's coming from trace.

- Oh my god.
- Hey!

- She's covered the sprinklers.
- Stay away from me!

Put down the blow torch.

They'll find me. I can't go to jail.

- What are you talking about?
- They'll find me. They'll kill me.

No, no one's going to hurt you, okay?

Just get down from there and we'll talk.
I promise. No one's going to hurt you.

Get down from the window and talk to me.
Get down from there and talk, okay?

It doesn't even matter. I'm already dead.

Crossing Jordan
5x02 Luck Be a Lady

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ORIGINAL AIR DATE ON NBC
2005/10/02

Oh, this is sad.

She didn't want to do this.
Someone was forcing her.

Well, whoever it was,
they knew what they were doing.

She doused the body with industrial
methyl benzene. Very pro.

Bug. Whatta we got?

Jumper, morgue, fire.

We ID'd the body yet?

No, Jordan was just about to, um...

I'll see what I can find out.

So this is the deal now? We're just
gonna pretend we don't know each other?

- What? Us?
- Yeah.

Jordan, I don't know what kind of
problems you have,

but I seriously suggest that you get over
them and move on with your life.

- I'm great, I'm fine.
- Really?

Yeah, never been better.

I'm five days into this total
vegetable juice fast.

Lifting weights, working out.
Getting all the toxins out of my system.

Wide open to a whole new world of
possibilities.

Excuse me. This is Hoyt.

Yeah, I'm here.

- Wow, that was weird.
- Yeah, so's this.

Turns out our grieving widow was an
employee at the Montecito Resort and Casino.

In Las Vegas?

Hello, hi, uh, Danny McCoy, please.

Could you tell him it's
Dr. Jordan Cavanaugh calling?

We've been chasing this guy for hours.

Highway 111 - Reading
I mean, that bike could go. He clocked in at over 95.

Then all of a sudden he stops
and dismounts.

No one fired a shot, I swear.
I mean, we all drew our weapons.

Relax.

If no one fired, there won't be any holes
in him. Just tell me what happened.

He was having trouble breathing. He raised
his hands, he dropped to his knees, and then

- he just fell back and died.
- Anything else?

Yeah, he said something just before
he closed his eyes.

"Good ride."

Kind of smiled when he said it.

One phone call and
you just hop on a plane?

Nice jammies.

Yeah, ducks. Thanks.

I would've picked you for
the extra-large t-shirt type.

No, no. Ducks. Quack. Yeah.

They're very nice.

Not what I expected, but nice.

You didn't just come all this way
to check out my ducks.

No.

That photo you emailed me of Bram Rittenour.

Don't tell me. He's not really
a mild-mannered carpet salesman from Buffalo?

Our facial recognition software
matched the photo you sent, to this

video surveillance footage of Rittenour.
Or-or whoever he really is,

meeting with Jimmy Ning 10 days ago
at the Jacaranda.

- Who's Jimmy Ning?
- Uh, the worst bad guy in Vegas.

And as a sideline Ning has been known to
finance some pretty spectacular heists.

Usually involving gems or fine art.

So Rittenour meets with Ning in Vegas, then
a week and a half later he's dead in Boston.

Which leads us to

Bridgette Sparks.

A Montecito showgirl.

One night she stole 40 grand from
Ning's house, the next day she was gone.

We all thought she was buried in the desert
somewhere. Just like everyone else who crosses Ning.

Okay, but she runs off to Boston.

Then Ning finds her and makes her a deal.

Set a corpse on fire to hide
evidence of a murder.

Yeah. So all roads lead to Ning.

And Ed Deline would like to assist in
anyway possible to get Ning out of Vegas

and into a nice cosy correctional facility.

And thus, Danny McCoy, at my door.

You guys got a detective assigned
to the case?

Yeah, uh, we sure do.

Traffic out there is a bitch.

It's that global conference thing
over at Chancellor Square.

- Danny McCoy.
- Woody.

What are you doing in Boston?

Oh, no, no, no.
This is not about that jumper from Vegas?

Yeah, looks like we're working
together once again, my friend.

No, not together. Me police, you un-police.

Thanks for the offer but I got this one.

I thought we cleared all this
territorial crap last year.

Let me guess. Big bad scary Ed Deline called
up the chief and screamed down his neck?

No, big bad scary Ed called the commissioner,
who called the chief, who called your captain.

Believe it or not, Danny, the Boston PD is
not at the beck and call of some casino boss.

And while you may be very capable when it
comes to tossing drunks out of buffet lines,

this is about real police work,
as in badge, as in...

Hold on a second,
I gotta take this. Hello.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir, I'm with him right now.

Very well, sir.

After you.

- John Doe formally known as Bram.
- His ID was bogus?

Yeah. No big surprise. Hey, how far
did you get before the fire?

We'd just started removing the clothes.
We got shoes, wallet, spectacles and contacts.

They smell like accelerant.

No, we definitely removed those before
Lily and the widow entered the room.

So was Danny McCoy of any help?

Yeah, yeah. He stopped by last night.

He seems pretty convinced that
this thing has roots in Vegas.

Stopped by? As in, uh,

just in the neighbourhood kind of a thing?

Run this through the gas chromatograph
would you, please?

Hey, Nige. What's up?

Hey. Get those ducks back
to sleep last night?

Yeah, I read them a bedtime story
and they conked out pretty fast.

Hey, guys. Have a looksee.

It's aircraft fuel on the
bottom of his shoes.

Phenylenediamine is an antioxidant,

the alkylamine of phosphate
is a corrosive inhibiter.

Different airports require specific
additives depending on their locations.

- So he was recently at an airport?
- Yeah. Specifically Barnstable.

Due to the proximity of the oceans,

it's the only one in the greater
Boston area that requires both.

I can't find a single living relative
for Graydon Holt.

That's because he landed on the planet
five and a half years ago.

Social and license were both issued
on the same day.

He changed his name?

I ran dental x-rays.
Looks like we've got a hit.

Graydon Nicholas the III.

I can't believe that that's the same guy.

Patent attorney. Worked at his father's
law firm at St. Paul, Minnesota.

Reported missing five and a half years ago.

How did that guy turn into that guy?

Better contact his family.

Can I help you?

We're here for Graydon's body.

Wait, wait, wait.
He's scheduled for autopsy.

That won't be necessary, chief.
We got it.

You can't do this. Wait a minute,
you're breaking the law.

Look, I don't want to hurt you.

We're taking Graydon,
so just step out of the way.

Barnstable Airport Hangers
We know this is the right hangar because...?

Airport manager said she rented it out
a month ago.

Four guys have been going in and out
every day since.

The funny thing, they don't own an airplane.

- I'm going around back.
- I'm with you.

- We'll get our kits.
- Use channel 3. I'm in first.

Police! Open up!

Go ahead, Danny. You wanna break the door
down using your Kung Fu or something?

Hey, hey, hey!
I got get in a lot of trouble for that.

10-57 situation under control.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Biometric laser security, man.

- They're gonna know we were here.
- No prob. I'll leave them a business card.

Four of them all right.

And they are thinking large.

Definitely looks like a heist is
in the works. Look at this.

7:45, 7:50, 8:00. They're timing it out.

Looks like it was going down tomorrow night.

I got plane tickets leaving for
Los Angeles, New York, Montreal.

All leaving Boston at midnight tomorrow.

- What you got in there, Jordan?
- Uh, not much.

Except for the bodies.

- No haemorrhaging at the wounds.
- Ditto.

I've got a double attack to the cranium,
large caliber at close range.

Again, ditto.

So they were executed then hacked
postmortem, probably for disposal.

I'll keep checking the bags.
Maybe the killer left some DNA.

I got IDs.

Okay, the older chap is an Al Bergman.

He worked at a place called
Ipolita's in Chancellor Square.

And the other guy is a Sal Lupini

who is employed by a McSoileys Pub out at
Southie. No arrests, no warrants.

Upstanding citizens, both.

Hello, hello, hello, hello.

Oh, you got something?

A blue contact lens.

Any news on the mysterious Mr. Doe?

This guy's face is like an Easter egg hunt.

Two cheek implants and an artificial
bridge to the nose.

Whoever he was, he worked really
hard to become a nobody.

Well, I've run dental and DNA.
No hits on either.

Bug had it right the first time.

The guy wasn't murdered.
He really did just choke on his chicken.

Okay. John Doe kills Al, kills Sal.

Hacks up their bodies and
stores them in a hangar.

Why? What do they all have in common?

Their names rhyme? I'm just saying.

Yeah, that's it, genius.
The next victim should be named Cal.

Where's Jimmy Ning?

John Doe chokes and gets lit up
by our showgirl.

Jimmy Ning should be on the board.

This is a board for facts,
Vegas boy. Not speculation.

Ning sent in the showgirl.
He should be on the board.

Maybe, possibly. Just not a fact.

John Doe met with Ning in Vegas
a week and a half ago.

- Who's side are you on here?
- No, it's not about sides.

Oh, for the love of Buddha, people.
Would it kill you to write Ning on the board?

Not in green. Sal Lupini's in green.
It implies a connection.

- Maybe you'd prefer to do this yourself.
- Yeah, I would.

Jimmy Ning sets a plan in motion
to culminate tomorrow night.

Some kind of a heist.
Probably involving gems or fine art.

- Speculation.
- What, you think they're planning a clam dig?

Oh, children, children. Look, is there
one thing that we can all agree on? Anyone? .

Yes, the lady in the back. And not you.

Doe's ID. Discovering his identity is key.

Yes, good. Go with that.

Okay, well, someone went to
the trouble of torching a body,

uh, who choked to death on
a chicken salad sandwich.

Which tells us one true thing.
It's not about what he did,

it's about who he is.

Pappy's Cantina

I just spoke with Graydon Nicholas's
parents.

They'll be in on the next flight
in from St. Paul.

Okay.

Of course they were anxious to know
the cause of death.

Nothing yet. I've rescheduled autopsy
for tomorrow.

Why?

I'm chief ME, Lily. I don't need a reason.

They're gonna be in the office
first thing tomorrow morning.

The poor people haven't heard from their
son since the day he disappeared.

I don't know what was more upsetting.
Finding out that he was dead

or realizing that he had been
alive all this time.

He isn't here.

- What?
- Some guys came and took him.

I'll get him back.

Garret. You have to report this.

Two days on the job

and I lose a body after having
all of Slokum's security locks removed.

I'll get him back.

Pappy's Cantina

Unless you're here to pay your respects,
we'll have to ask you to leave.

The body of Graydon Nicholas is the
property of the state of Massachusetts

and like it or not, he's going to be
autopsied and buried

according to the wishes of his family.

Look around. This is his family, man.

And come daylight, we're going to bury him
according to his own damn wishes.

You want me to call the cops?

Yeah. Tell 'em to bring it on big.

There's a lot of bikers here.
We ain't gonna give him up easy.

I'll let them know.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Just whoa.

You do this now and a lot of
people are gonna get hurt.

Come on, just let us have this one night.
One night so that we can honour our friend.

I'll bring the body back first thing
in the morning. You have my word.

You know, some men, they're pushed
onto the wrong path in life.

Until one day they wake up and they ask,
"how did I get here?".

You know what I'm saying?
Graydon might have been raised a lawyer

but he died a biker.

He made that choice.
And I'm asking you to respect that.

I want him back in my morgue
the first thing tomorrow morning.

The first thing. All right.

You wanna know something about Graydon?

Take a look at that.
Found it with his stuff.

I appreciate your help, sir. Thank you.

I didn't even know you were still here.

I was just thinking about one of our vics,
Sal Lupini, working at McSoiley's Pub.

Yeah. I kind of bumped on that too.

I just spoke with the manager
and he said he was renting his green card.

His real name was Juan Floravista.

- Illegal.
- Yeah.

Anything else?

Uh, just that he had a second job
working for his cousins.

So can I give you a lift?

Thanks, I've got a car.

Can I give you a lift to your car?

- It's right outside.
- Okay.

Yeah, I should probably
get back to the hotel.

Yeah, you know, we probably shouldn't...

No, probably not.

On the other hand
it's kind of a nice night for a drive.

When you said go for a drive, I was
thinking margaritas, a live band, maybe ,

I don't know, throw a mattress
in the back of the El Camino.

Hold that thought.

Look, we know that John Doe was
in the back of that truck.

There's gotta be trace in there
that can tell us who he is.

There were two officers stationed
outside that door this afternoon.

This is supposed to be
a preserved crime scene.

- Wait here.
- No.

- What do you mean no?
- Why should I wait? Because you're the boy and I'm the girl?

Yeah, because I'm the boy and I said to wait.
Now wait right here. Please.

- Are you kidding?
- Jordan, please, wait.

He always gets to be the boy.

Did you see their badges?

Just answer the question.
Did you see their stinkin' badges?

Not a print to be found.

They had all that equipment
packed up in a heartbeat.

All right. That was one of the Uni's on
watch. Three males, Caucasian, 30s,

flashed badges saying they were with CSU.
Relieved the officers of their post.

These guys have cajones.

- Guys?
- Whatta you got?

A very cool program, actually. Not quite
legal but it's effective nonetheless.

It tracks incoming calls
back to their cell tower.

Now, 17 of the last calls
made to this location

was from Las Vegas.

Listed to a...

- Duxos Industries.
- Jimmy Ning's shell company.

I've been telling you all along this whole
thing's been coming from Vegas, haven't I?

If that guy's gonna mess with my town,
torch a morgue,

stage some heist from 2000 miles away.
Well, I'm bringing it to him.

So, what, you're just gonna drop
everything and jump on a plane?

Plane, train, I'll parachute in
if I have to.

I'm going to Vegas.

¢Ý Oh No, Not You Again ¢Ý
by The Rolling Stones

Samantha Marquez.

Hey, Woody.

Girl, you look amazing.

Walk with me. I had my security guys
put a file together.

Everything you've ever wanted
to know about Jimmy Ning.

See this? He left China ten years ago
with 20 million in stolen bonds.

They've been trying to get him back
ever since to stand trial for treason.

No luck?

No. But I hear the Chinese ambassador's
been working over time

to make a deal for his extradition.

Any idea what he was up to out of Boston?

No, but if I were you
I'd station armed militia

around every gem dealer
and art museum in town.

As you know, the Montecito would be
eternally grateful to see Ning behind bars.

So if there's anything I can do to help.

Just get me in the man's face.

Mr. Nicholas just called from
the airport Holiday Inn.

I told him we needed a few more hours.

Garret, this has gone on long enough.
If a body is missing...

- I found him.
- You did? Where is he?

Maybe where he belongs.

Garret, you're not making any sense.

A man grows up and becomes an attorney.
Then one day he decides

he's not that person anymore. Why?

Because he made a choice.

Maybe not a choice you or
I can understand but a choice.

He didn't just drift through.
He didn't stay a doctor

because that's what his parents wanted.

He looked in the mirror and chose his own destiny.

You mean a lawyer?

Lawyer. That's what I said.

You said doctor.

Okay, I have one trick yet up my sleeve.

3D laser scan of John Doe's skull. Now,
the program rebuilds his facial construction,

approximating what the man
would have looked like...

Before he had all that plastic surgery.

With each new line of data, it runs
a comparison on every photo on the NCIC.

You keep working on Doe,
I'm gonna go back to our two vics.

There's gotta be something
that connects those two.

Hey. How's it going?

Dr. M? There's some friends of yours
here to see you.

Come with me.

¢Ý Look What the Cat Dragged In ¢Ý
by The Rolling Stones

You said first thing in the morning.
It's 20 minutes after 3:00.

The bikers morning.

It's kind of like watching a fire.

You know, you really don't have to hang
around just to sit here staring at the screen.

Yeah, you're right. I could be
at home staring at another screen.

In the morning, you guys.

- Yep.
- See ya, Bug.

One of our vics, Juan Floravista,

there's definitely something up with his hair.
Like he was working around strong chemicals.

Now, if I run it through the ICPMS...

White phosphorus.

Not something you'd expect to find
in your average pub. Irish or otherwise.

Yeah, you find that in dry cleaners.

The manager at the pub said that
he worked a second job

for some cousins somewhere.

Floravista Cleaners?
Chancellor Square?

Which is where our other vic
worked at a restaurant.

Isn't that where that summit's going on?

Yeah. World Economic Forum.
22 countries, 4 days.

Security would be tight.

No one in or out except for
employees with security clearance.

Chancellor Square, ladies and gentleman.
Courtesy of the Boston zoning commission database.

30 shops, banks, jewellery stores, hotels,

all connected by subterranean
corridors and kitchens.

The basement.

That's the blueprint that was tacked
to the wall at the hangar.

Whatever Ning's up to,
it's happening at Chancellor Square.

And it's happening tonight.

He was a difficult teen.

Always sneaking out and riding
those damn motorcycles.

I can't tell you how humiliating
this has been.

To raise a son, push him
along through law school,

and then to discover his entire
disappearance was a hoax.

Uh, your son died of
a cerebral colloid cyst.

Medical records show he was diagnosed
a little over 6 years ago.

6 years?

You're telling me he was diagnosed
before he left St. Paul?

He never said a word.

Well, he knew it was inoperable
and he knew it would be fatal.

So he made a choice.

To take the time he had left

to live a life he loved.

Being in a gang and riding motorcycles
and running from the police?

Well, um,

it's been a long day.
I'm sure you're both anxious

to start the arrangements
to transport his body.

That's not a very good idea.

See, Graydon left a will.

On toilet paper?

Written in a bathroom stall in
a biker bar under the influence of

a great deal of tequila. So it states.

In it he specifies how he wanted
his remains to be laid to rest

and it wasn't in the family plot.

I don't care what it says on
some roll of toilet paper.

My son will be buried as we see fit.
This would never hold up in court.

Now you see, you're not in court.

You're in a morgue, you're in my morgue.

What Dr. Macy means to say is that I think...

Graydon knew he was going to die.
He chose how he wanted to be remembered.

And I for one intend to respect that.

You've come a long way.
Why not find out who your son really was.

¢Ý Funkytown ¢Ý
by Lipps Inc.

I'm telling you, I love this town. I'm glad
to see they haven't changed the dress code.

- Look how small these bathing suits are.
- Vegas is Vegas.

That's what I love about it.
The weather, the women.

- Did I mention the women?
- You are just bouncing off the walls today.

Vegetable juice, Sam. Nothing but 100% pure
vegetable juice for the last 7 days

and I've never had so much energy.
You sure we're gonna find him here?

Hot's his usual spot. Jimmy Ning
likes to do his business post side.

There he is. 12 o'clock.

Hm, that's interesting. One of his bodyguards
doesn't hang out at the Montecito pools.

- Really?
- Yeah, he's a real charmer.

You know, kind that beats up
his girlfriend for the exercise.

He doesn't look like that bad of a guy.
Maybe you could,

you know, go up, get caught up with him.

Yeah.

Mr. Ning. Hi.
Could I have a moment of your time?

- Not unless you got a badge.
- Actually I do. It's from the Boston police department.

Come on. Home of 2004 world series champs.

I was there once many years ago.
Too cold.

We know what you're planning out at
that airport hangar and we're not gonna let you get away with it.

and we're not gonna let you
get away with it.

If you had any dirt on me,
you'd be reading me Miranda, right?

You're right, you're right.
I am way out of my jurisdiction.

Out here I'm not even a cop.

You're right. Out here
you're just another mook in Vegas.

Please tell me that was worth it.

He's got an office at the Viceroy.
Suite 1900.

Viceroy Hotel - Jimmy Ning's Suite.

Where do you even get a thing like that?

- I know a guy.
- Who knows a guy.

- What are we looking for?
- I'll know it when we find it. But let's find it fast.

I don't want to end up a skeleton
buried under some cactus

with cute little wolf pups
gnawing at my bones.

There are no wolves in the desert.
There are coyotes though.

We know from his calls that
Ning was conducting

all of his business in Boston
from this room.

Hey.

The Last Virgin in Vegas
Are you sure this was the only shirt available in the entire gift shop?

It's the only one I saw.

Be Gentle

- Jackpot.
- What is it? What is it?

It's a computer flash drive.
Let's go find out what's on it.

Now can you just take this
without a warrant?

Not as a cop. But out here
I'm just another mook in Vegas.

Sweet bullocks of Borneo!

Chancellor Square

So where do we start?

The protestors' signs are in Chinese.
I'm gonna check it out.

Nige?

John Doe is Jukka Johannsen.

- Who?
- I Googled him.

He's the highest paid hit man in the
business. He's the legend of the trade.

So you're telling me Ning hired a hit man?

Apparently he supposedly died in '98

but merely transformed himself
into mild-mannered carpet salesman.

If Ning hired a hit man than
this was never really about a heist.

No, no, no, this is about a hit.

Okay, you call PD and FBI. I'll try to
notify somebody here on the ground.

The ambassador of China is here.
He just finished giving a speech.

He's the target, Danny.

China wants to extradite Jimmy Ning.
The ambassador's been leading the charge.

They're gonna assassinate
the ambassador of China.

Anything you can find, Nige.
As fast as you can find it.

We gotta tell secret service, Danny.

The ambassador just left the stage.
He just left the room. This is going down now.

If we tap some agent on the shoulder
and say assassination,

we're gonna be hauled out
for questioning for two days.

- We gotta get inside.
- Yeah.

According to the official schedule,
the ambassador is to attend a dinner at 8:00

at Ipolita's Restaurant
on the opposite end of the block.

They're gonna be transporting him
through the basement corridors.

It's 8:04 now. How the hell
do we get in there?

There's one access point half way up the
north side of the block. It's a narrow stairwell.

Go down one flight,
through the boiler room, up one flight,

you'll be in Ipolita's kitchen.

Why isn't there a uniform
posted at this entrance?

The surveillance camera's been disabled.

They killed the guard.

Secret Service! Freeze! Hands in the air!

- Nice.
- Thanks.

- Mr. Ning.
- Hello.

Looks like you're on quite a roll.

What can I say? I've always been lucky with the dice.

Good for you. I'm sure you'll be winning
lots of cigarettes in the long years to come.

Jimmy Ning. You're under arrest for the
murder for hire of Juan Floravista and Al Bergman.

This is ridiculous. You've got nothing.

Except for the phone records,
leisures and money transfers to Boston.

Lot of material turned up in the search.

You searched my place without a warrant?

Actually, we did have a warrant
based on your computer files.

Seems that one of your flash drives
turned up in metro lost and found.

You really gotta be more careful
where you leave your stuff.

Can I get you a drink?

Raw vegetable juice?

Seven days is long enough. I was
thinking of something a little stronger.

"And when I see the Reaper coming,"

"I will not stop to greet him."

"Like a rabbit on the blacktop,
I will race him down the road."

"For in my soul I am a hellhound,
and a hellhound I must die."

"So won't you bury me with a hog I love
in a place that I call home."

¢Ý It's Not My Cross To Bear ¢Ý
by The Allman Brothers Band

I have to catch an early flight so I thought
I'd stop by and say goodbye to the ducks. Or...

sheep?

Uh, lambs, technically.
They came three in a pack.

So what's in the third?

You'll just have to come back sometime
and find out.

Or you could come to Vegas.

Now? Just like that?

Yeah, they make these things. These big metal
rooms that sort of shoot across the sky.

You're in Boston one night
and Vegas the next.

Too spontaneous, you know?
It's just not me.

There's another plane tomorrow.

¢Ý I'm Not The Marrying Kind ¢Ý
by Dean Martin

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