01x14 - Four Fathers

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I have one
announcement to make

and then you can all get
back to your busy schedules.

For those of you who don't know Phil Granger,

he's the state efficiency expert
assigned to keep things running...

Efficiently.

Right.

He and I will be conducting staff
evaluations over the next couple of days.

What exactly will these
evaluations be used for?

We'll be interviewing everyone from the
custodial workers to the medical staff,

to see how we can make this
ship run a little tighter.

Don't you mean lighter?

Well, it is possible
that due to budget shortfalls,

a position in this office
may have to be eliminated.

The interview schedule will be
posted on the bulletin board.

That's all.

Well, it isn't gonna be me, that's for sure.

Yeah, right.
An insect expert.

How could this place
possibly run without one?

Now, a cr*ck
criminalist like myself,

clearly indispensable.

Relax, you guys. It's not gonna be one of us.

Yeah, it's easy
for you to say.

Your fellowship's paid for
by a private grant.

Doesn't mean I don't feel your pain.

Look, whoever it is, it's gonna be
someone with an attitude problem.

Someone surly.

A thorn in the side.

Malcontent.

Did I miss
the meeting?

What?

Hey.

Detective Frazier,
Homicide.

Come on, Rick. Hasn't been that long, has it?

Oh, it's
coming back to me.

Jordan Cavanaugh of the fighting Cavanaughs.

Yeah, well, I keep trying
to get out of the ring,

but they keep
pulling me back in.

And, so I understand he left the
building in an unconventional manner.

Kind of early in the
season, though, isn't it?

I mean, midterms
haven't even started.

Yeah. For some kids, "F" stands for
flying leap off the tallest building.

Not this time.

So he's not
an F student?

No, he's not
a student, period.

Graduated a couple
of years ago.

The kids ID'd him
as Casey Dean.

We found a syringe, some pills
and a spoon up on the roof.

There's puncture marks
on the forearm there.

Looks like he got high
and he thought he could fly.

No, that's not right.
Look at this.

See these needle marks here? Yeah.

They correspond exactly with
these small tears in his shirt,

like he sh*t up with the sleeve rolled down.

Who sh**t up without rolling up his sleeve?

Nobody.

My guess is

he was already dead by
the time he hit the ground.

Yo, macho man.

So you couldn't sucker anybody
into helping you out here?

I'd think with the promise
of a free drink that...

That's just it.
There is no drink.

I thought you just got your
liquor license approved.

Lot of good it does me if I
can't get anyone to deliver it.

The mob controls liquor
distribution in this town

and guess who
runs this block?

Who?

Blackie Conroy.

Blackie? Dad, the guy is a k*ller.

You can't do
business with him.

The last time we
had a face to face,

I was slapping
the cuffs on him.

Well, I'm not exactly
on his Christmas list either.

But this is a big city. There
are a lot of other distributors.

Just go somewhere else.

The only folks who'll deliver
charge five times the going rate.

But you open in three days.
What are you gonna do?

What's this "you"?
You're helping out.

Oh. Great.

Bar wench in the only liquorless
Irish pub on the planet.

Hey, maybe we could hold AA meetings here.

I'm serious. I've sunk everything
I've got into this place.

What are Bug's financial
prospects in the near future?

Ooh.

Ooh, that's brutal.
No other word describes it.

What? What?

So, I hear someone's
gonna get fired, huh?

Cavalier,
party of one.

Oh, come on, it's not gonna be any of us.

So is this guy hanging? No...

Oh, okay, fine. It's not
gonna be any of you guys.

But don't worry
about me. I mean,

I keep a bag packed
for just such occasions.

And you're
all right with that?

Oh, yeah. I've been fired more
times than I've been hired.

I really couldn't
give a flying...

Save your expletives for the
lady at the unemployment window.

Fine. Look, I need some
help in Trace. Anybody?

Yeah, I'll be there
in a minute.

Thanks.

I'm gonna miss her.

You know, we can't let them
intimidate us like this.

Our only chance
is to stick together.

I'm with you guys.

All for one,
one for all.

Oh, Dr. Sanders. I just took a message

from your father.
My father?

He said he's
coming into town.

Your dad's coming.
That's good news.

Isn't it?

Well, let's see.

There was this one time when
I heard a suspicious noise.

Thank the Lord,
I was there, too.

And what was it?
What was what?

The noise. I mean, you
investigated it, right?

Well, I waited to see
if I heard it again.

And did you?

Nope.

So you never actually
left the desk?

If something happens to me, then that's it.

I'm the last
line of defense.

Look at this. Blunt force
trauma to the back of the neck.

And this patterned
contusion here,

this didn't happen
from the fall.

No, but it's what
broke his neck.

Whoever k*lled him went
through a lot of trouble

to cover up
how he really d*ed.

Huh.

Looks like the m*rder
w*apon was made of wood.

So, someone hit him hard enough to
drive that splinter through the bone

and then chucked
him off the roof.

Something like that.

How far did he fall?

Five stories.

Doesn't look like
feet of damage.

Oh, nice tattoo.

Let me go check
on the blood work.

Okay.

Hi.
Oh, hey.

You got a report
on this kid yet?

I've not even out of
Trace yet. What's the rush?

You got something?

Yeah.

And I'm reluctant
to share.

I have this vague recollection
of you being a big troublemaker.

Share or I get
real slow real fast.

Fine. We lifted a print off of one of
those dope bags we found on the roof.

Belongs to Given Tolliver,
one of Blackie Conroy's men.

Well, well, well. The Lord
works in mysterious ways.

What's that
supposed to mean?

I just happen to have
some unfinished business

I need to discuss
with Mr. Conroy.

Hey, look. I can't afford to have
you making this thing personal.

One thing you might
want to remember,

uh, with me,
it's always personal.

Lily.
Hey.

Did you do all this?

No. Does it
have a card?

"From Carl, your friend in Limb Disposal. "

Hey.

Those look like
my car keys.

Good call there, mate,
'cause they are your car keys.

I just thought I'd give that old
jalopy of yours a little wax and a rub.

Anything for
my favorite boss.

That brown-noser.

Excuse me.
Where's Admissions?

What the hell
is that?

It's the old cornerstone from
Macon Bank on State Street.

We excavated it
this morning.

That's very interesting, but
why are you bringing it here?

Well, if it isn't the lovely Jordy Cavanaugh.

Must be my lucky day.

Nice setup you
got here, Blackie.

I'm sure you got paperwork
for all this liquor.

Feel free to check it out, Detective.

Well, actually, we just want to talk to
one of your associates, Given Tolliver,

in connection with the m*rder of Casey Dean.

Got a warrant?

Just want him to come down
and answer a few questions.

Go with them.
Don't make a scene.

Watch your fingers.

Why are you mixed up
in all this?

Selling dr*gs
to college kids.

Wow, that's a new low for even you.

I thought you just shook
down innocent bar owners.

Well,
that's just business, hon.

There's no telling what kind of
trouble your old man could get into

if I wasn't looking
out for him.

If your prints are anywhere near this m*rder,

I promise you
I will find them.

Staying late
to impress the boss.

Not a bad idea.

No, it's not
like that.

I thought we agreed that I'd be
the last one to leave tonight.

I need
the brownie points.

Sorry, I'm just not
in a rush to get home.

Oh, the old avoiding
the parents shuffle, eh?

There's no way
to avoid my dad,

especially when
he's got it in for you.

Why?

Did you do
something wrong?

Yeah.
I didn't become him.

No, no. I don't need a deal on coffee beans.

I need you to deliver
my liquor by this Friday.

Yeah, Cavanaugh. Max.

Hello?

Careful,
careful, careful!

An old bar like this,

no telling how many bodies
are inside these walls.

Guess I should be flattered
that you came in person,

rather than sending
one of your boys.

Well, this is more
of a personal visit.

How personal?

Relax.

I brought you
a bar-warming present.

We were little bad asses, weren't we?

Sharks, every
last one of us.

But we had
each other's backs.

That was years ago, and you
didn't come here to reminisce.

So get to the point.

I want you
to tell your daughter

to stop digging
into the Dean case.

Normally, it would be business,
but since you and me got history...

You come in here
threatening my child?

I'd never touch a hair
on that girl's head.

You misunderstand me.

I'm not
threatening her, Max.

I'm threatening you.

Oh, you sure
got brass ones.

You know you're
talking to a cop.

An ex-cop
with a bad reputation.

Look at you, one drink away
from being a stereotype.

You raise a flag,
who's gonna come running?

Nobody.

Tell Jordan to back off,
and we got no problem.

You get the hell
out of my bar.

Just remember, Max,

you're in
my world now.

We found the dr*gs
right about there.

I told you, he wasn't thrown from that high.

There's not enough
damage to the body.

All right, so,
where then?

Well, uh, there.
Maybe even there.

What the hell is this?

Laser range finder.

Sort of remembered you
as a low tech gal.

That was before
I got the toys.

Ah.

These electronic pulse
generators emit a laser

which we aim
at the bull's eyes,

and the distance
is measured out

and sh*t
right into here.

Now, I'll correct for our guy's
height and weight, et voilà!

So where'd he
come from then?

I checked
the floor plan.

It must be
or .

I got a list of
everyone in the dorm.

Well, well, well.
Check out .

Kieran Conroy.

As in Blackie Conroy's son.

It is a small world after all.

I thought it was just like a
quick little, "Hi, my name is... "

"And I love working here
'cause" type thing.

Well, me too. In and
out in five minutes tops.

Yeah. Sure. If you're prepared

for that to be the last
five minutes of your career.

Did you sleep
in those, mate?

My presentation is shaping
up to be a thing of beauty.

I've got charts,
I've got graphs,

I've got insects that'll
mate and die on command.

And you're trying
to keep your job?

Hey, whose ' Ford Fairmont
is that in the parking lot?

Mine. Why do you ask?

Well, it was here
when I left last night.

When I got here in the morning,
it was in my parking spot.

Oh, I'm sorry. I must have
parked it there by mistake.

It's pretty dark when I
get here in the morning.

I'll move it
right away.

All right,
thanks.

Good morning.
Hey.

He came in on the tube
with me this morning.

Said his battery was flat, the little...

Hey, what happened
to all for one?

Yeah, well, there's another musketeer
saying that applies right now.

"All's fair in love and
w*r. " And this is w*r.

I don't think the musketeers said that.

Dad.

Trey.

I stopped by your place last night.

Your apartment looked nice, from the outside.

Didn't you get
my message?

Sorry about that. I had
a lot of work to do here.

Well, don't tell me.
A life and death emergency,

minus the life and the emergency part, right?

Right. So let me
show you around.

Well, actually, I have a lecture in an hour.

In utero Myocardial
valve Reconstruction.

I thought I'd
take you along.

I can't really leave
right now. We're...

They're cutting staff and
everybody's on edge about it.

You're on a fellowship. You've
got nothing to worry about.

I know that, but I need to
support. They're my friends.

Friends over family.
Why am I not surprised?

I'm leaving my practice.

What?

Don't go, please.

Let go of me, okay.
You make me sick.

I don't know what came over me, baby. Please!

Hey, take it easy. Hey,
take your hands off me!

Hey, Boston P.D.,
Homicide.

You Kieran Conroy?

Get your
hands off me.

Or what? You gonna toss me out a window?

Hey, Frazier.

Take a look at this.

So big deal,
I spilled some paint.

Well, whatever it was,
he bleached it out.

Nice try, kid.
This is a blood stain.

Just extricated
the pelvic bone.

Now able to ascertain
that this is the body of a...

Of a four to six-year-old
female, buried circa ,

the year the foundation was laid.
Cause of death not immediately apparent.

Hey. I tried to put these on your desk,

but there wasn't a whole lot of room, so...

Did you make those?

No.
Wha...

I would never
exploit this.

What?
This. Us.

I want to work here
because I'm good at my job

and not because
you like my

baked goods.

What's going on, Bug?

I was just wondering how the
evaluation process was going.

Well, you know I can't talk about that.

Of course. Of course.
And I wouldn't try and

influence the process
in any way,

unlike some people.

Meaning?

The kind of people that try and get by
on fawning charm instead of hard science.

Well, I'll be sure
to keep my eye out

for anyone trying
to manipulate the system.

Okay?

The feather
beetle larvae.

Feather beetle?
Yeah, the carcass here.

This bug is quite
a little flesh eater.

It appears after three days, is
eaten by a larger larvae after six,

but the cement must have
stopped the cycle in its tracks.

So are you saying that before
this girl was put in the concrete,

she was laying around
somewhere for three days?

Not just somewhere.

The habitat range for
this particular subspecies

is a -mile radius in and
around the town of Saugus.

Thanks, Bug.
That's a big help.

I've got to
track down Nigel.

Hopefully he hasn't
left for the day.

Want to tell me how you got those bruises?

No.

It says here you
had a juvenile record,

but you've been clean
since you were .

Thanks for
the merit badge.

Can I go?

You know, aside from being a wise-ass,

it looks like you got your act together.

So you want to tell me how a dead guy
took a header from your dorm room window?

I don't have
anything to say.

Frazier.

Yeah, I'll
be right there.

I'll be back
in a minute.

You know, our dads used
to play together as kids.

Actually, I grew up
a few blocks from you.

Remember Killigan's store,
Cutter Street?

Man, I got into so many fights over there.

So you're Irish
and a hard ass.

Big deal. This is Boston. Who isn't?

Oh, boy, you sure sound like your dad.

Never too late to start
following in his footsteps, huh?

I am not my father.

Trust me, you
can't fight genetics.

Here's the apple. You didn't
fall far from the tree, did you?

I didn't do anything.

Shut the hell up!

Come on, you're
out of this place.

Excuse me,
he's under arrest.

Charges have
been dropped.

His man, Given Tolliver, just confessed
to pushing Casey Dean off the roof.

But he wasn't pushed
off the roof!

It seems the blood in the
kid's room was contaminated.

It could
be anybody's.

There's nothing
we can do!

Hey. Nice footwork back there.

Look, you can get all your
g*ons in your little army

to confess to cover
this kid's ass,

but he's not getting away with
m*rder, because I'm onto him.

You better
watch your mouth.

Leave it alone, Dad.

It's done.

We're not done.

Attempting to extricate the skull
for possible facial reconstruction.

Sorry to interrupt, Dr. M., but
could I get your professional opinion?

Sure, what's up?

Does this look like
a spider bite to you?

I don't see anything.

Dangerous insects running willy-nilly
around a place of business,

anyone could
fall victim.

How did you do that?

Oh, we call it
the nutcracker.

One tap with the right force and voilà.

Now, all we have to do

is make a mold
of the little girl's face.

See, if you pour liquid latex
in this, we can get a mask,

take a photo and put it on
the missing persons database.

That's good
thinking, Nigel.

It's quicker than doing a facial
reconstruction from the skull.

Pardon me. I think this
is beginning to swell.

The answer is no. I'm not
taking over your practice.

Trey... I've been telling you for years,

but you don't listen.

I'm not trying
to be you.

You were too busy saving other
people's kids to worry about me,

and I'm supposed to drop everything
to follow in your footsteps?

Look, I came to tell you

I have no intention of giving
you my medical practice.

I'm letting your brother take that over.

Marcus?

I gave up on you
so long ago, Trey.

But if you want to keep circling
the drain at the county morgue,

well, God be with you, but
I didn't come here to fight.

I do not have to justify my life to you.

But you do have to justify it to yourself.

Wow. Where'd the fireplace come from?

It was behind the wall.

Well, the place
looks great.

Whoa, three
cases of beer.

I know the first couple of
nights might be a little slow.

I got this stuff myself.
All I could fit in my car.

Hey.

You all right?

I had a run-in today
with Blackie Conroy.

Oh?

His son is involved in this
m*rder case I'm working on.

I can't prove it yet.

Did he thr*aten you?

Don't worry.
What's he gonna do?

Jordan!

You all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Boy, look at this place.

Look, I'm calling the cops. No, no.

This is between
me and Blackie.

You and Blackie? I'm the
one that he threatened.

Well, not
exactly only you.

He came here yesterday, he wanted
you to stop snooping around.

Why didn't
you tell me?

He owns this neighborhood, so
he thinks he owns me and you.

He's wrong.

You could have been k*lled because of me.

See, this is why
I didn't tell you.

Don't worry about me.
Just do your job.

No, I can't. Not if it
puts your life in jeopardy.

I can take care of myself. You
go after Blackie. You nail him.

Yeah, easier
said than done.

How do you get to a guy
who can't even be gotten to?

Through his weakness,
his son.

Question is, how do you get to the son?

Through his weakness,
his girlfriend.

The insect kingdom and the
kingdom of man have been at w*r

since the dawn of time.

Could we start a little further
along the evolutionary chain,

say around the time
you got hired?

Sure.

It is the forensic
entomologist

who is the liaison between
these two warring parties.

And I am such a man.

Hi. Hey. Halt.

Hi. I'm, uh, I'm just
dropping this off for Isabelle.

I can't let you in without
a student ID though.

Yeah, I know,
I know. I lost mine.

You're a student here?
Yeah, graduate work.

Oh, okay, yeah.

Massage therapy.

Say, what are you
doing Saturday night?

Nothing.

When and where?

Well, if you let me in, maybe
I'll let you know on my way out.

Sure.

Thanks.

And in closing, I bring
you the Brazilian weevil.

The males of the species
both live and work in harmony,

successfully integrating
both their home and work lives

for the good
of the colony.

Appears your peace-loving
weevils have devoured each other.

Someone put a female
in the t*nk.

They're man-eaters.

I've been sabotaged.

Who are you?
What are you doing?

My name's
Jordan Cavanaugh.

I work for the Medical
Examiner's Office.

We actually didn't get a chance
to officially meet the other day

at your boyfriend's place.

He's not my boyfriend.

At least not anymore.

Well, then I guess there's no reason
to protect him anymore, is there?

Is he in there?
Who?

Judas reincarnate. Nigel.

Yeah, he went in
about minutes ago,

but I think he's making a good impression
on them, because I heard them laughing.

I'll put
a stop to that.

Thanks, we're out of
business... This is the man!

He's the one who sabotaged my weevil display!

I did no such thing!
Gentlemen, please.

Oh, you think I wouldn't dust for
fingerprints, you weevil mangler.

Oh, great. So now you're
trying to get me fired?

Trying to get you fired? Hey!

Stop it, you guys!

I can't take this anymore!

Do you see what
this is doing?

Are you happy,
Mr. Granger?

I'm just doing my job.

Some job. I quit.

I didn't see him do it.

I walked in right after.

There'd obviously been some kind of
a fight and Kieran had k*lled the guy.

Casey Dean.
Did you know him?

No, I'd never
seen him before.

What did Kieran do
when he saw you?

He freaked.

Told me to hide
the lacrosse stick.

Said he was gonna call his dad
to help him get rid of the body.

That's when I knew
I had to get out of there.

Hey, uh...

I know this is difficult,

but I need to ask you why
you didn't call the police.

He'll k*ll me.

You will be
protected, okay?

I promise you.

Dr. Macy, what are you still doing here?

Trying to isolate
cause of death.

Thought your dad was in town.
What are you still doing here?

That's the question
of the day.

Let me guess. He's busting your chops
for working in forensic pathology.

That's just it. For the first
time in his life, he isn't.

He's retiring, leaving
the practice to my brother.

All this time, it's been
all about me, you know?

Now all of a sudden it isn't, so
you're a soldier without a w*r, right?

Yeah, something
like that.

Or maybe he's playing
a head game with me,

wants me to
beg him for it.

I've been playing
this game my whole life.

He keeps pushing me,
I keep moving.

He can't just up and
change the rules like that.

It's not fair.

You know, being a father's hard work, Trey.

It means having to be the bad guy a lot
of times. Maybe he's tired of fighting.

My dad couldn't even make
it through a whole round,

so he split
when I was seven.

I didn't know.
That's rough.

Yeah. Hated him
for a long time,

but then I finally
had to stop reacting

to things that happened
to me years ago.

That's just it.

I look around this place and I don't
know if I'm here because I want to be here

or because it's the one
place he didn't want me to be.

You know, it's the hardest thing in
the world to stop being someone's son

and to become
your own man.

I'm still learning
that one myself.

Like being asked to fire somebody. I hate it.

All I want to do is run like
my old man, far and fast.

But you don't.

Looks like neither of us
followed in our dad's footsteps.

These bones
are pretty calcified.

Yeah. Yeah,
I noticed that.

Look at the x-ray.
See how dense they are?

She probably
had osteopetrosis.

That's pretty rare.

Yeah, but I saw a case
during my pediatric residency.

It's usually found in
infants, but that kid was six.

So was she.

Trey.

You're very good at what you
do and I'd hate to lose you.

In local news,
Kieran Conroy,

son of reputed Irish crime boss Blackie
Conroy, was taken into custody today

for the m*rder of alleged
drug dealer Casey Dean.

After initially denying
involvement,

Kieran Conroy confessed
to the m*rder,

claiming it was self-defense. Authorities...

He confessed. Great. You nailed
the little son of a bitch.

Yeah, but I screwed us
royally with Blackie.

What?

Something is still
bugging me about this,

but I can't put my finger on it.

Okay, well, play it back in your mind.

I already have.

What doesn't fit?

Well, okay, let's say I'm Isabelle.

If it all went down
the way I say it did,

I'm walking
down the hallway.

I open his door.

I see my boyfriend Kieran, standing
over the body of a dead guy,

a guy I've never
seen before.

And, man, is he pissed.

He's just snapped this
guy's neck with one blow.

And now he's
looking at me.

He tries to shut me up, make
me get rid of the evidence.

Izzie, take this and go,
okay? Please, just go.

But, he needs more than my
help, so he calls dear old dad.

So what's wrong
with this picture?

The tattoo. How do I know Dean has
a tattoo? I've never met him before.

You saw him with his shirt
off. It got ripped in the fight.

No, but his shirt wasn't ripped.

Maybe his shirt wasn't
off when you saw him,

but then daddy's goon dressed him
before tossing him out of the window.

You know, there is another way
I could have seen that tattoo.

Dean and I were lovers.

We were pretty bold doing it
right here in my boyfriend's bed.

Kieran comes back.

But wait a minute. Kieran was
pretty b*at up on the news.

You know, maybe
she wasn't being bold.

Maybe she
had no choice.

Kieran was protecting her.

She was being r*ped.

Oh, this Dean kid, he starts
b*ating your boyfriend to a pulp.

So I do
the only thing I can.

Isabelle had the m*rder
w*apon, motive and opportunity.

She did it.

And now Blackie's son
is covering for her.

I know what really happened. Not
what Isabelle told the police,

not what you told your dad, but the truth.

What are you
talking about?

I already copped
to k*lling the guy.

But you didn't k*ll anybody. Isabelle did.

You don't have the first clue what you're
talking about, so leave her out of it.

I know when things like this happen
that sometimes people feel embarrassed.

Okay, they feel ashamed.

I'm not ashamed.
I just...

Look, r*pe is
an ugly crime.

r*pe?
There was no r*pe.

Dean loved me.

You and Dean?
Lzzie walked in on

what she shouldn't
have walked in on.

She went nuts.

She hit him.

Cracked his skull
with her lacrosse stick.

Then she went
to town on you.

By the time
I got her off me,

we realized
Dean wasn't moving.

I just wanted
to call the cops.

But she made you call
your dad instead.

She told me
to leave her out of it

or else she'd tell
my father everything.

So you'd rather go to prison than have
your dad know that you're bisexual?

If you have to ask
that question,

then you really
don't know my father.

You know, I could just walk out of here

and tell the D.A.
Everything you just told me.

You're not
a cop or a lawyer.

I'll deny it. All you got are theories.

And my story
ain't changing.

You have the forensics
to back it up?

From the angle of the blow to Casey's neck,

I'm pretty sure I can prove that he
was hit by someone of Isabelle's height.

Well, how sure are you?

That she did it, very.

That I can prove it, that's a little
more difficult. But you know what?

She doesn't need
to know that.

What are you saying?
Kieran Conroy's in jail

for a crime he didn't
commit because he's scared

that she's gonna tell his dad that he's gay.

But if Isabelle thinks we've
got her nailed forensically...

Why, Detective Frazier, are you
telling me that you would lie

to a suspect
to get a confession?

How surprisingly
amoral of you.

It's common
police procedure.

I owe you one.

Lily,
we need to talk.

Dr. Macy, this is Claude Manning.
This is Sara Manning's father.

Hi. The little girl from the building.

But how did you find him?

I ran a search on reported
cases of osteopetrosis

in Boston in .
Right.

Then I made
some phone calls.

I hear you have
my little girl.

She was buried
in concrete, Mr. Manning.

Did you put her in there?

years ago, come July.

Yeah. They called it marble
bone disease back then.

See, there was
no cure for it,

but I spent every dime
I had on my Sara.

Yeah, I lost my house,
my car and my job.

I lost my little girl.

Why did you put
her remains in cement?

Well, I couldn't
afford to bury her.

And then I thought
of the Egyptians

building pyramids
to honor their dead.

And I've looked at this skyline
for over years, Doctor,

and I've thought of my
little girl every single day.

And then last week,
she was gone.

Do you think
I could see her?

Yeah.

What are you trying
to tell me?

Stay away from my family
or your son rots in jail

for something
he didn't even do.

Wait a second.
What do you know?

He's covering for someone. I know
who, I know how and I know why.

So leave my dad alone
or I bury the truth so deep

it'll never see
the light of day.

You would never lie, especially in
court. I know you better than that.

When someone messes
with my dad,

suddenly my ethics go
right out the window.

You're bluffing.

Try me.

There's the Irish in you.

Okay, here's the deal.

You get my son
out of jail,

and you, Max,
the bar, all safe.

Swear on your son?

I swear. Now, where's the evidence?

Sorry, it's going
straight to the police.

Whoa, whoa.
Hold it!

You can't just walk out of here. Tell me.

I think your son
better tell you.

But when he does, just remember
that you almost lost him today.

Don't make
the same mistake twice.

Listen, Lily,
I can't let you resign.

Someone's got
to go, Garret.

If it's not me, it's...
No, no, no, no, trust me.

This place needs
someone like you.

But you've got to fire
someone, Garret...

It's no longer a problem. I've
already figured out what I'm gonna do.

You see, I've got years of tenure.

They wouldn't have to pay my
replacement nearly as much.

That should satisfy
the circling vultures.

You mean
you're quitting?

You can't do that.
This place needs you.

This place needs someone
who'll protect the staff.

If my leaving can save all your
jobs, then I've done my job.

Look at me.

It's gonna be
all right.

Okay.

Hey, what's going on?

Oh, there you are.
Dr. Macy just quit.

What?

Rather than fire any one
of us, he's gonna resign.

Well,
never gonna happen.

Besides, they're probably gonna
fire me since I'm the only one

who didn't even show up
for the evaluation.

So, hey,
problem solved.

Oh, would you just come off of it, Jordan?

We all know that this place and this
job mean as much to you as they do to us,

so stop acting
like you don't care!

I'm sorry, I didn't mean
to snap at you. I just...

No, you're right.

Like it or not,
we're a family.

So, now we got to figure out
how to keep this family together.

Cutting staff is never easy, Dr. Macy.

But I have
done an analysis,

and the most expendable
member of your staff...

Guys, we're in the middle
of something here.

We know. I just brought
the report that you asked for.

What report?
The one detailing

all the expenditure that we
cut from the yearly budget,

totaling an amount of one
salaried employee with benefits.

Nigel, you agreed
to give up...

Please, don't
say it out loud.

It makes my stomach churn
to think of it. But yeah.

And we can get that
larvae incubator next year.

I've discovered that Trey's old
gym socks are a perfect substitute.

A endless supply of which I'm
ready to donate to the cause.

And who needs
vacation days,

you know, when every day here
is like a day at the beach?

See, everyone
gave up something.

But if you still need more
cuts, we'll all dig deeper.

We'll do
what we have to do.

I don't know what to say.
Except here you go, Mr. Granger.

It's not that easy,
Dr. Macy.

Well, it could be
if you let it.

Hey, Dad. I didn't expect
to see you here.

Just wanted to say
my goodbyes.

I didn't want to leave it
like we left it.

I appreciate that.

So, did you think about
what I asked you?

About why I do what I do?

Yeah.

I realized that what I love about this job
doesn't have a damn thing to do with you.

You save lives
and that's great.

But somebody's got to speak for
the dead, and right now that's me.

What I do brings closure
to people's lives,

puts criminals behind bars,
brings families back together.

Now, maybe I can't count the
number of lives I've saved,

but what I do
is important.

I can see that.

And you've got a good fellowship.
And it all ends in two months.

So what are you
gonna do then?

I'll have some
tough choices to make.

But for now, I'm where I'm supposed to be.

Take care, son.

Listen, we're gonna go grab a
drink to celebrate. You coming?

Yeah.
All right.

Dad.

Well, at least
there are six of you.

Oh, come on. It takes
a while, you know? Yeah.

Yeah, you get a few regulars at first,

then after a couple months,
a little word of mouth.

Yeah, trust me. I think I
could help you out on that.

I know plenty
of heavy drinkers.

Oh, there's a shock.

Hey, what's a guy got to do to
get a drink in this chicken shack?

Hey, how you doing?

Good, good.

Can you really afford
to lose another brain cell?

Don't you worry,
my friend.

Not only is my intelligence
not paralyzed by alcohol,

but I actually get smarter with every sip.

Well, it's true,
it's true.

By the time I'm piss drunk,
my IQ reaches genius level.

I saw a smile.
Saw a smile.

Does that mean that we're
friends again, Buggles?

When will you be able to afford
the therapy you so desperately need?

With the pay cut I took
today, not any time soon.

Tell me about it.

Friends?

Friends.

I'll take that.
Sure.

Now we have a party.

Cheers.

My daughter.

Oh.

Went up against the devil
for her old man.

Would you have really let his kid
rot in jail if he didn't back off?

Well, luckily, we'll never have to find out.

I would like... Hello, excuse me, everybody.

Excuse me,
everybody!

I would like to propose a toast.
Okay, number one, to my dad.

Yeah!
Thank you.

Okay, to all of us.
Thank you for coming.

And also, number one,
to family.

To family.

Yeah!