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♪ People ♪

♪ Keep on learnin' ♪

♪ Soldiers ♪

♪ Keep on warrin' ♪

♪ World ♪

♪ Keep on turnin'... ♪

Are we going to do it
right here?
Yeah, right here.

♪ Powers ♪

♪ Keep on lyin' ♪

♪ While your people ♪

♪ Keep on dyin' ♪

♪ World ♪

♪ Keep on turnin' ♪

♪ 'Cause it won't be too long ♪

♪ I'm so darn glad
he let me try it again ♪

♪ 'Cause my last time on earth,
I lived a whole world of... ♪

Before we do
this, promise me
something, Trey.

That you won't have
bungee sex with
anyone but me.

Promise.

One.

Two... three.

Help me!

...uh, we're against, not only
public displays of affection,

we're against private displays.

You have to go?

I have to go.

Well, thank you
for dinner.

You're an exceptional
cook, Detective.

I told you I make a
mean cheeseburger.

Looks like it's
going to be

a busy night
for both of us.

I'll start the coffee.

Flack.

Hey. Excuse me.

Impressing your fans
with your battle wounds?

They were concerned
about my recovery.

I was just putting
them at ease.

I got it.

Well, welcome back,
we missed you.

Thanks.
How are you feeling?

Not bad for my
first day back.

I'm mostly running
on adrenaline.

Still have a couple
hours of rehab

to clock, but
the doctor says

I'm gonna be all right.
Good, good.

So Flack, how many phone
numbers did you get?

I don't think I like
where you're going
with this, Monroe.

Really? How many?

Three.
(giggles)

Everybody loves a hero.

Our vic's name
is Sam McFarland.

He works in finance.

He's 25 years old.

Wasn't robbed.

I found several
credit cards

and $300 in his wallet.

Who found him?
Anonymous call.

It's a stab wound.

The weapon is
still inside.

A little
Statue of Liberty

and the light
is its torch.

FLACK:
That's one killer souvenir.

It's connected
to this key chain.

He's got several
abrasions on his face.

Ligature marks
on his neck.

And a perfect red lipstick
mark on his cheek.

Probably has something
to do with this.

FLACK:
It looks like he had plans
for a proposal.

Well, he picked a
pretty romantic spot.

Especially when you
do it like that.

Third building
from the left.

See it?
Wow.

That's impressive.

Yeah, he's definitely
raised the bar

for the rest of us.

Marry me.

I get the feeling she said no.

♪ Out here in the fields ♪

♪ I fight for my meals ♪

♪ I get my back into my living ♪

♪ I don't need to fight ♪

♪ To prove I'm right ♪

♪ I don't need to be forgiven,
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Yeah. ♪

FLACK:
Our vic worked in the building
with the lights

on the 12th floor at Lancaster
and James Financial.

He lived on the
Upper East Side

with his girlfriend,
Erica Lancaster.

Still no sign
of her yet.

If the keys dangling

from the vic's
chest are hers,

you might want to
expand your search.
We're on it.

Here's our M.E.
Where you been, Peyton?

So it's you two
that I get to blame

for interrupting
my evening.

No, it's that guy
over there.

Hey, Peyton.

Don't tell me you
left the prestigious

Columbia University
to come back to this?

Stella, teaching
was getting

a little routine.

Well, you're in
the right place

'cause this
isn't routine.

Murder weapon is
still in the chest.

We thought you might
want to take a look

before we transport
the body.

We found this
piece of porcelain.

It seems to be consistent
with our Statue of Liberty.

Well, that's fragile material.

It could break if we move him

and possibly alter
the wound tract.

So, what are
our options?

Well, there's only one
I can think of...

BONASERA:
Blood spatter.

20 feet from where
we found the body.

Most likely the initial
point of attack.

And there's a void right here.

Some of these blood
stains are smeared.

Whatever was here...

...someone took
it with them.

MESSER:
Detective Angell.

Messer. Doc.

Hey.
What happened?

I don't see Benton
breathing down your neck.

He take the training
wheels off?

You come all the way
up here to bust my balls

or to work, Messer?

Oh, Angell got
her wings, huh?

Gimme a break.

Anybody notice that she's got
a pair of pillows on her hands?

Don't look at me.

I'm always a couple years behind

on fashion trends.
HAWKES:
What do we know?

Vic's name is Vanessa May.

All this glass and marble
belongs to her.

She lives alone.

Between fiancs.

No signs of forced entry
or burglary.

Hmm...

Contusions.

Possible fractures.

Significant amount
of secondary trauma

consistent with a beating.

nny, give me a hand.

Let's get these pillows off her.

Nothing on her hands.

Thought if we had something,

it might explain her
interesting taste in gloves.

Rigor's barely set in.

T.O.D. is less
than four hours.

Lividity is consistent
with body position.

She died right here.

MESSER:
Who found her?

Margo Demme.

Claims the title of best friend.

These girls are major players
on the party circuit.

Regulars in the Post.

All for being born rich.

ANGELL:
Margo came over to take

Vanessa for a spa day.

Found her like this.

Hi, Ms. Demme.

I'm Dr. Sheldon Hawkes
from the New York Crime Lab.

She was already dead.

I tried to revive her,

but she wasn't
breathing.

I took a class once,
I know what to do.

All right, I'm sure
you did all you could.

Now my job
is to collect

evidence from the crime scene.

Since you touched the body,

I'm going to need some
reference samples from you.

All right?

When you're ready.

MESSER:
Found ten grand in her pocket.

And we got blood.

And the jacket's
folded neatly.

There's no blood
trail from it...

...to the body.

So these stains

are not associated
with the attack.

Now, if that blood
is from our vic,

then that means she came
home already in trouble.

So where'd the
trouble begin?

FLACK:
Ms. Lancaster,

when did you last
see your boyfriend?

MS. LANCASTER:
I was with Sam in my apartment
early yesterday morning.

Before I left
for a busineo} trip.

And that was the last time

you saw him?
Officer,
you've asked

the same question,
eight different ways.

My daughter has told you
she was not

on the Brooklyn Bridge
last night.

Why don't you tell us
what happened to Sam?

Do you guys
even have a suspect, yet?

Let me make something
very clear to you...

TAYLOR:
Mr. Lancaster,

would you just give us a minute.

I think it's best we talk
to your daughter alone.

I'm sorry, it's just
that Sam was...

I'll be inside.

FLACK:
Ms. Lancaster,
let's continue.

Last night I was at the airport
waiting for Sam to pick me up.

I finally took a cab.

How long did you wait?

An hour and a half, maybe more.

Yellow cab or livery?

Livery.
Did you get

a receipt?

You said it was a business trip.

Oh, no, I just... I wanted
to get home, I was worried.

I tried Sam's cell
and he didn't answer.

Sam mention plans
after the airport?

A late dinner, drinks?

A walk on the bridge?
Uh,

no, my flight was scheduled
to arrive after 11:00.

That's late for Sam.

I did find it strange

that he volunteered
to pick me up though.

I usually just arrange

for a car.

But he said he wanted to talk.

Um...

"catch up on things" were words

he used.
You travel a lot?

I work for the American
History Museum

collecting and documenting
Civil War

artifacts.

Lately, we just...

hadn't seen each other much.

Trying to kick the habit.

It's a spider bite.

One last question,
Ms. Lancaster.

What size ring do you wear?

Seven.

Six.

He got the size wrong.

Or maybe Sam
bought the ring

for someone else.

The prints I lifted
off the band are the thumb

and index finger of our vic.

As if he slid it
onto someone's hand.

Prints weren't smeared.

So he didn't struggle doing it;
it was an easy fit.

So Sam's plan was to propose
to someone else on the bridge.

And then pick up Erica Lancaster
to "talk."

Translation--
end their relationship.

If Erica Lancaster found out
about the affair...

certainly is motive.

From the time

her plane landed
until she caught her cab,

Erica had plenty of time

to get to the
bridge, kill Sam

and get back.

Or is the other woman our
killer, and how do we find her?

Well, I did took a look
at the keys.

There were no usable prints,
and nothing matched

the partial on
our murder weapon,

however, I do believe
they belong to a woman.

This key could be
to a gym locker or a bike lock.

This could be an office key,
or a home key,

but this little guy here...
is to a diary.

I don't know many
men who keep them.

There was also a
key to a P.O. box.

Flack is chasing
that down right now.

You're not going to
believe what I found.

Dynamite. The trace I found
on the shirt and tie of the vic

came back as nitroglycerin.

Dynamite?
This whole thing

could be about the bridge,
not Sam McFarland.

TAYLOR:
Bomb squad was on the scene

last night responding to calls
of suspicious activity,

but they didn't find a thing.

Sam McFarland's
marriage proposal plans

may have stopped
more than traffic.

Did you know that when
Egyptian princesses died,

they weren't embalmed
for several days

to prevent necrophilia.

The natural degradation
of the human body made it

unappealing, even to
the most deviant of men.

Why someone would
want to have sex

with a lifeless body
in the first place,

I mean, it's
counterintuitive.
Sid. Sid.

What?

You're going to that
creepy place again.

Okay. All right.

Fine.

Internal and
external examination

indicated no
sexual assault.

C.O.D.?

Blunt force trauma.

Damage to the brain stem
caused immediate death

These facial

and torso bruises were caused
mostly by a closed fist.

Small hands.
Yeah.

Report said there was
no forced entry,

suggesting that the victim
knew her killer,

so I checked her
brain chemistry,

and detected

significantly elevated
glutamate levels.

Which means our victim was
in a heightened emotional state

just prior to the attack.

A crime of passion?

It certainly
looks like one.
Yeah.

Were you able to lift
any fingerprints?

No. Most were smudges,
some partials,

but I did hit the jackpot

with this.

Oh. That's a tongue print.

Found it just
above the navel.

Still sticky.

The sticky is mucous

mixed with alcohol
and sugars.

I found Cactus Gold
at the scene.

Tequila body shot.

And there's a void here.

Looks like scarring.

Maybe we can match
the tongue with a suspect

based on the unique void

and spatial arrangements
of the papillae.

Yeah. I mean,
taste bud comparison.

They're just as distinctive
as a fingerprint.

That's right. Good.

Are we done here?

No. Not exactly.

Take a look at this.

I found something on
the roof of her mouth.

A winged unicorn.

Yeah.

Designer LSD
on a blotter.

Tequila and acid.

Your vic had quite the evening.

Yeah...

There's our drugstore.

Specializes
in unicorn blotters.

Street name
is Picasso.

He's tied into the
high society club scene.

By the looks of those
bruises, maybe murder.

Store's closing early
today, Picasso.

Easy. Take it easy.
We're just

gonna ask you some
questions, all right?

Here you go.

Come on.
Oh, man,
look at that.

You're going out
of business, kid.

Where'd you get
those bruises, Picasso?

Some dude beat me up.

You sure it
was a dude?

So?

Yeah, I seen her around.

You won't anymore.

What? She's dead?

Yeah. What do you
know about that?

Nothing, man.

Uh, nothing. I swear.

Got small hands,
my man.

About the same size as the
bruises we found on her body.

Along with your trademark.

Yeah. All right.

I seen her last night.

Okay?

She, she was at Prowl,
the dance club on 13th.

She came in
with some caveman

that didn't seem into her,
so I made my move.

You know chicks with money,
they like bad boys.

She was feeling good, I
was feeling good, and...

Then?

And then the dude put
the brakes on-- the hard way,

if you know what I mean.

You know this dude?

No idea.

What?

Check the club.

They'll tell you guys
I left solo.

I had nothing to do
with your girl's murder, man.

That's God's honest.

Picasso, I don't really peg you
as the religious type.

So I'm gonna need
something else, all right?

Stick out your
tongue and say, "Ah."

Tell me

you have a match.

Picasso sold her the blotter,
but he did not hit her,

nor was his tongue
anywhere near her stomach.

I got some good news
from the DNA

we pulled off the salt rimmer.

Came back to four people--
our vic...

unknown male, unknown female,

and an ex-con
named Clarence Rome.

Did you say
Clarence Rome?

Yeah, why?

Well, the blood found
on the vic's jacket,

and the blood you found

on the tooth in the alley
outside Prowl, are a match.

Also Clarence Rome.

All right, so he was at the
vic's apartment and he was

at the club-- looks like
we got a blood trail.

And all roads lead to Rome.

You get the license plate of the
car that hit you, Clarence?

Oh, that's funny, man.

Why don't you try throwing this

underneath your pillow?

The Tooth Fairy might leave you
a little somethin' somethin'.

I'm bustin' a gut here.
You should take this show
on the road, you know?

Yeah, I might, but, for now,
why don't you tell me

your relationship
with Vanessa May?

More specifically,

actually, tell me
what happened last night.

Tough guy like you--

what happened, she didn't
give you what you wanted?

Is that when she
fought back?

Perhaps giving you
those bruises?

She's dead, Clarence, and your
DNA is all over the crime scene.

We have you.

I didn't touch her.

The pain on my face is a gift
from her bodyguard.

Bodyguard.
Yeah.

Private chaperon,
same business that I'm in.

These ladies hire us
to keep the losers away

when they go out clubbing.

Last night, my client made a bet
with another bodyguard's client

whose man was more of a badass.

Winner pockets ten grand.

You were cock fighting?

These ladies are rich

and bored.

And very competitive-- always
looking for the next high.

These days,
it's sweat and blood.

You still didn't explain to me
how your blood

ended up
on Vanessa May's jacket.

She had ringside seats, so maybe
she took home a souvenir.

I don't know.

Who'd you fight?
A big dude.

Black.

He didn't stop the beating
long enough

to give me his name, all right?

Tell me about your client then.

She paid cash.
That's all I remember.

Do you remember how you ended up

in Vanessa's apartment
last night?

I believe I just said
I don't know anything else.

All right, so I guess it's true
what they say--

you get hit in the head
one too many times,

and you start
forgetting things.

But lucky for us, we got a way

to make you remember
what happened.

PEYTON:
This is the owner

of our Statue of Liberty
key chain.

Danica Wade.

The P.O. box key was
issued to the same name.

And she was reported missing
this morning.

Came to me as a floater,
recovered about five hours ago.

Trauma distribution
indicates

a horizontal impact
with the water.

She was found
on the west side of Manhattan.

If you consider
the movement of currents,

tide levels, body weight,

I arrive
at one conclusion.

She jumped
off the Brooklyn Bridge.

Looks like it.

So, what? She stabbed
Sam McFarland

with her keys
and then killed herself?

No.

I'd estimate she that jumped

two to three hours before
Sam McFarland was killed.

So Sam and Danica's deaths
are completely unrelated.

All we know is that
they both lost their lives

on the Brooklyn Bridge
yesterday.

Suicide victims usually leave

evidence of their existence
at the site of the jump.

So who came by
and grabbed those keys?

I'd look for someone
who's pregnant.

The trace
on your lipstick print...

came back as prenatal vitamins.

I think she means "vitamins."

No way this blood was
transferred during the fight.

Every spot on here
is a contact stain,

which means our vic got up close
and personal with Clarence.

So he's lying.

Which is no surprise.

But his fists are way too big
to have made these bruises.

What do you
got, Adam?

Confirmatory tox results
on your tongue print.

We found traces of
trimethoprim sulfamethoxazole.

It's a drug used
to treat Donovanosis.

It's an STD.

It's very rare.

But because trimethoprim
is not commonly prescribed,

you know, I could,

you know, get a subpoena,
make some calls,

find out who prescribed it.

There's at least 500 pharmacies
in the city, Adam.

It's cool.

All right, knock yourself out.

Oh, hey, guys, here it is.

Not only do I have an answer
to the dynamite mystery,

but I think I can put
Erica Lancaster on the bridge.

Well, let's hear it.

Okay, Mac, you said that Erica
had a patch on her arm.

Yes.

You also said
that she worked

for the museum
in civil war artifacts.
He did.

Right. So it would make sense
in that line of work

that she would travel to
the southern United States,

which is the regional habitat
for the brown recluse spider,

which explains
the traces of dynamite.

Wait a minute, you lost me
at "regional habitat."

All right, let me start
in the middle.

Erica said the patch
was for a spider bite.

She was telling the truth.

Patches laced with dynamite

are used to treat

the bite of
the brown recluse spider.

And because of her
job at the museum,

she was traveling through
the southern United States,

and that's where she was bitten.

Exactly.

Now, the trace I found

on Sam McFarland's
shirt and tie was dynamite.

And according to Dr. Driscoll's
autopsy report,

fibers found
in the ligature marks

of Sam's neck

were consistent with the tie.

The tie was used

to strangle
Sam McFarland.

Lindsay, Erica lived
with the vic.

She could have transferred
the dynamite to the tie

any number of ways before
he was strangled with it.

And even if she did
strangle him,

it doesn't prove she killed him

because we can't put
the murder weapon in her hands.

Right, and we still haven't
put her on the bridge.

Come on, you guys.

She was angry
with him.

She found out he was
having an affair.

He was about to marry
somebody else.

She was mad.

Find the evidence
that proves that, Lindsay.

Hey.

DNA from the earring
we found at the scene

got a hit in CODIS.

Erica Lancaster?

No.

Cassidy Daniels.

CASSIDY:
I love New York!
(man laughing)

Promise me
something, Angelo.

What?
You won't have bungee sex
with anyone but me.

I promise, Cassidy.

Whoa...!

Get dressed.

Plunge is over.

You the
private muscle

working for
Vanessa May?

Maybe.
Maybe?

We found trimethoprim
on the glass

found at the scene
of her murder.

Comes back to you.

Vanessa's dead?

How?

Why don't you tell us?

She's got
the same type

of closed fist bruises you have.

This was a money fight.

Vanessa's idea.

She told you to fight,
so you did?

Whatever the client wants...

the client gets.

That include sex?

'Cause we also found

your tongue prints
all over her stomach.

That was a body shot,
nothing more.

I told Vanessa
I couldn't have sex with her.

Personal reasons.

So tell us how the rest

of the night
went, player.

I picked Vanessa up at 9:00.

I took her here.

She wanted a little
bit more excitement,

so she went
looking for it.

In the form of an LSD blotter?

Whatever the client decides
to do, it's their business.

I just make sure
they're not hassled

by the lowlifes.

That include using her stomach
as a margarita glass?

If that's her wish.

Was that here
or in her apartment?

That was here.

ANGELL:
What happened next?

After the fight,
my client wanted to thank me

for a job well done.

But it was more like
window shopping.

You destroyed him.

Now be a good
prizefighter

and take your prize.

I didn't get the goods.

Why don't you tell us how
this romantic evening ended.

My client was wasted.

She pulled the plug
on the night,

so I dropped her off,
then went to Florent

to get some eggs.

Now, if there's
anything else,

I'd like to get back to my job.

You know, the blood
on Vanessa's jacket

was a secondary
transfer.

Asad had it
on his hands

when he was messing
around with his client.

You see the size
of the mitts on that guy?

There's no way
he beat our vic to death.

But he was in
her penthouse.

We have nothing
to confirm that.

No, I think we do.

This place only serves martinis,

no tequila.

Asad said that he did
the body shot here.

Asad lied.

It was just bungee sex.

It was also
indecent exposure

and criminal trespassing,
Cassidy.

Okay, so arrest me
and I'll get a lawyer.

You were convicted of
burglary five years ago.

I was 16 years old.

And I did my time.

Is that why
you were on the bridge

last night, Cassidy?

You were thinking
of robbing

Sam McFarland?

Maybe the robbery
didn't go your way,

so you grabbed the first thing
you could find and stabbed him.

You're crazy.

That's yours.

We found it
on the Brooklyn Bridge.

It must have fallen off
when I was taking off my shirt.

We were there for bungee sex,
nothing else.

Help me!

We didn't stick around.

We gathered everything
up off the ground,

we stuck it in a backpack,

and we got out of there.

CASSIDY:
Are we going to do it
right here?

TREY:
Yeah, right here.

That's one hot mama.

Hey, I don't get it,
but some guys

get turned on by it.

Maybe they imagine

they're the father
of the baby,

I don't know.

Tips have been good.

You know a Sam McFarland?

Sure.

When's the last
time you saw him?
Last night.

He asked me to marry him.

Is he in some kind of trouble?

We found his body
on the Brooklyn Bridge.

Were you there, Dori?

Yeah, I was.

Just say yes.

Are you kidding me?

No.

You can't treat me
the way you did

and act like I'm just
supposed to forget.

I love you, Dori.

I know you do.

Three months ago,
he offered me $40,000

to stay
out of his life.

And last night,
he asked me to marry him.

He said he loves me.

People with money
think they can buy anything.

You took the money.

What else was I gonna do?

Well, you must have been
really angry.

He was willing to pay
to get rid of you one day

and marry you the next.

You know what?

Despite everything, I loved him.

I didn't kill him.

Why would I kill
the father of my baby?

Okay, you can eliminate

Sam's girlfriend Erica Lancaster
from the suspect list.

She's innocent.

Change of heart?

No, just followed the evidence.

Here.

A little demonstration.

I love it when she does this.

Okay.

The heaviest concentrations
of dynamite were here

and here.

So, if you tie

a conventional knot...

then tighten the knot, that's
where the transfer happened.

So Erica Lancaster

applied the patch
and then tugged

on Sam McFarland's tie
that morning.

So it was an act of affection
and not violence

that led to the transfer
of the dynamite

onto the shirt and the tie.

BONASERA:
Okay, so Erica
didn't strangle him,

and we can't connect her
to the crime scene.

That leaves us
with Dori Richards,

the pregnant
stripper.

TAYLOR:
Or anyone else who
might have been

on the bridge that night.

Let's see what
or who we can find.

I pulled prints off the money
we found on our vic.

They belong

to Margo Demme,
our vic's best friend.

It matched the elimination
sample she gave us.

Her prints are all
over these bills.

She was the client
that Clarence was bodyguarding.

And if she was
in the apartment,

I'm thinking
Clarence was there, too.

And Mr. Body Shot.

Right. Andthat would account
for the unknown male

and female DNA samples we pulled
off the salt rimmer.

That means they were all there
when Vanessa died.

Three against one.

It wasn't a fair fight.

It is now.

BONASERA:
Okay, these are the last
of the crime scene photos

from the Brooklyn Bridge.

BONASERA:
Nothing here
out of the ordinary.

TAYLOR:
Let's check the overall photos.

There's an extra light on

in this photo here.

BONASERA:
Right.

Twelfth floor,
corner office.

And according
to the case file,

that's Sam McFarland's office.

He was dead at the time
these photos were taken,

so who was in his office?

Cleaning crew?

Building security said the crew
finished just after 10:00.

These photos were taken
much later than that.

They're in consecutive order.

That light is off here,

on here,

off again here.

Right. And 40 seconds passed

between the time that the light
went on and off again.

Whoever entered that office
was there for a reason.

What's that?

The only thing
left in the shredder.

Definitely after
the cleaning crew left.

What?

♪♪♪♪

I'm going to marry Dori.

What is this?

It's the $40,000 you gave me
to pay Dori

to forget me.
You are making
such a mistake, Sam.

You date my daughter

while you're having an affair
with a stripper?

You get her pregnant?

I give you a way out,

and you go running back to her?

Do you think I am going
to tolerate that?

This isn't about you.

Tonight I'm going to be
right down there

doing what I should have
months ago.

You paid her more money,
didn't you?

No, I didn't pay
her more money.

Maybe she just realizes
what you can't seem to.

That you two don't
belong together.

Marry Erica.
Start a real family.

Nobody embarrasses me,
my daughter, my family.

I'm sure this is a very proud
moment for all of them.

You didn't just show up

and discover the body
in the morning,

you were there all night.

After Prowl, Vanessa took
the party back to her place.

You...

Clarence Rome
and Margo Demme.

There the four of you
started making margaritas,

Mexican body shots,

then it went south for real.

That's your DNA
at the crime scene.

Margo wanted a chance
to win her money back.

It started off as a joke.

We didn't think they'd
really go at it.

But they did.

It just got out of hand.

She hit you pretty good.

That's when the gloves came off?

That when you hit her back?

Harder and harder.

We can match your fists to the
bruises all over Vanessa's face.

Vanessa never liked me.

Deep down inside,
she hated my guts.

I was never rich enough.

Beautiful enough.

When we hung out,

she acted like she was slumming.

So you took this opportunity
to let her know how you felt?

If it was an accident,
why didn't you report it?

I have a record.

I'm a bodyguard.

My job was to protect her.

Who'd hire me
knowing I failed?

Vanessa and I competed
over everything...

boys...

toys...

celebrity status.

No one would have believed
it was an accident.

I do.

Only it doesn't matter now.

Get up.

I just finished my last autopsy,

and I was thinking
maybe I could buy you dinner.

Um, dinner.

Yeah.

Uh-oh.

What?

You've got that look.

It's the same look you had
the other night

on the Brooklyn Bridge--
surprise.

Wasn't surprise, it was...

I knew, uh, we'd eventually work
the same crime scene together.

It's just having a relationship
with someone I work with

is not something I'm used to

and the moment on the
bridge was a little...

...surprising.

Mac, I know that you are
a very private man.

But we're both
professional people who can

do our jobs unaffected
by what happens after hours.

Don't you think so?

Yeah...

I think so.

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