01x18 - With Honor

[bunniefuu]

Why are we
doing this again?

Uh, it's to clear
our heads.

Oh, coffee, coffee, coffee. Oh.

You go,
I can't stop yet.

What, you can't stop
for Amici's?

Okay, come on. Let's hear it. What's wrong?

Nothing.

Lily.

Okay, it's Garret.

God, what's going on
between you two?

I wouldn't know. He's been
spending so much time with his ex.

Oh, don't sweat it.
They're friends.

Friends who
sleep together.

Wow, what makes you
think that?

Oh, the way he talks about her, the
way that he smiles when she calls.

Well, have you spoken to him about it?

Are you kidding me? He won't even look at me.

Well, maybe you're not being loud
enough. You know what? Do what I do.

Just storm in there and tell
him what's bothering you.

She's bothering me.

Well, then say it.

I don't mean
to sound pathetic,

but after everything that I've done for him,

the least that he can do is
hear me out. He's got to, right?

Exactly. You're not
being pathetic.

Oh, sorry.

Cavanaugh.
Okay, I'll be there.

Okay, go.

Talk to him. Now.

Okay.

Okay.

Excuse me. Cavanaugh, M.E.'s Office.

Captain George Diaz, Naval
Investigative Service.

She was m*llitary?

Vicki Weber, Corporal. U.S.
Marine Corps, active duty.

Well, that'll
complicate things.

So, you're
Internal Affairs.

You enjoy busting
your coworkers?

Nobody likes a rat, Doctor. Just
get rid of the trash, and we go away.

Caucasian female,
approximately years of age.

Minor bruising on the face and on her arms.

Single b*llet wound to
the chest. No blood stains.

Someone must have
changed her clothes,

then dumped her body
here for us to find.

According to the
level of decomp,

I'm estimating she's been dead days, tops.

She stationed locally?

Until she shipped out to
Afghanistan in December.

Word is,
she freaked out.

sh*t a Marine
and deserted.

Do I sense some hostility there, Captain?

It's hard to feel sorry
for a coward.

Weber was a fugitive, a scared
little girl who panicked and ran.

And somehow
ended up here.

Hey.
How's it going, Lily?

Um, crappy, but thank you for finally asking.

Look, I know we haven't
spent much time together.

Okay, I need you to think before you answer.

Are you sleeping
with her or not?

Because if you are, I need
to know what we're doing,

and how you plan on
handling our work situation,

which, by the way, has become
nothing but awkward and complicated.

Now, wait a second.

I think I've been very
up front about Maggie.

I mean, this whole thing
started out about her...

That loser boyfriend
of hers,

but over the
last few weeks...

We've been...

You're sleeping with her,
aren't you?

I'm sorry. I never thought this would happen.

But it did.

It's... Probably making the
biggest mistake of my life.

Well, there's
no argument there.

Listen, I never
meant to hurt you.

But I need some time. I've
got to follow through...

Oh, please.

Shut up.

Dr. Macy.

How do you feel about the seedy
underworld of pimps and hos?

Look, you're
doing all right.

Don't worry about
the funeral arrangements.

You can deal
with those later.

Thank you.

Yeah.

Yeah, why don't you take a seat in there?

Husband's taking it
pretty rough.

Hi, I'm Dr. Cavanaugh.

Colonel Gerry Bayless,
ma'am.

The Colonel is Scott and
Vicki's commanding officer.

Just come to pay
your respects?

And to pass
the baton.

As far as the Corps is concerned,
Vicki Weber was a deserter.

This is a civilian
matter now.

I thought, uh, this might be of some use.

Ah.

MP records listed four
reports of domestic disturbance

at the Weber house
last year.

Private Weber has
a temper, ma'am.

Push the right buttons,
anything could happen.

For the record, state your name and rank.

Private First Class
Scott Weber,

United States Marine Corps.

Why weren't you sent overseas
with your wife, Private?

Uh, my m*llitary specialty
is local security.

Since l we've been covering
airports, sporting events...

The Private's an accomplished marksman.

So you're keeping an eye
on things over here then?

Wish I could have seen
this coming.

Colonel Bayless
writes in his report

that your wife was showing
increased signs of depression.

While on guard duty
at a base outside Kabul,

Corporal Weber sh*t a soldier
and then deserted her post.

It's not possible.

That soldier's now in the hospital and
your wife was later classified AWOL.

With all due respect, Captain,
I know my wife.

Vicki would never do something like that.

With all due respect, maybe
you didn't know her well enough.

Guys, could we just relax a little?

Vicki was not
a deserter.

An airline ticket from New
Delhi to Boston was purchased

under the name
Victoria Aames

three days after
she disappeared.

Aames is her maiden name.

Did your wife contact you
when she got home?

No. I told you,

I don't know what you guys are talking about!

Look, we're just trying to
figure out exactly what happened.

Did you or did you not see her
after she disappeared, Private?

No!

Vicki dedicated her life
to this country.

She went over there because
the Corps needed her.

Suddenly she rolls
in here on a slab,

and now you guys are gonna call her a coward?

Why would she
give all that up?

Sweet Nancy! Do you know who that is?

Three hundred pound man
in a fur.

Phat Bastard.

How about a little respect for the dead?

No, Doctor, that's his name. Phat Bastard.

Every year, the Underground Pimp and Ho Ball

hands out the coveted Golden Ho
to America's Pimp of the Year.

Phat Bastard's won
three years in a row.

Since when are you such a scholar
on the manly art of pimpsmanship?

Well, there's a lot you can
learn from our men in mink.

Morning, Carver.

Tragedy, huh?
Oh, yeah.

No sign of external injury,
no sign of foul play.

We did find these in the medicine cabinet.

Nitroglycerine. Probably had a massive MI.

Yeah.
Big surprise there.

So who found the body?

Came over to take dictation from the boss.

Both of them?

Mmm-hmm.

Excuse me, would you mind
telling me what happened?

I don't know. I just walked
in and I found him like that.

Oh, jeez, Phat.
What a waste.

Who invited Huggy Bear? Waste.

Name's Chill.
Hey.

He and his pals got here before we did.

Says they happened to
be making a social call.

Yo, could I have a couple minutes
to pay my respects, please?

Yo.

Phat, what did
you do, Phat?

Just don't move.

Rest in peace, fool.

What a waste,
huh?

Yeah. He was so young.

I'm talking
about his suit.

Three Gs, easy.

So, what does
the report say?

Mr. Nagawa was in town
on business from Tokyo.

Police found him
in his hotel suite.

Apparently, there was a gas
leak in the fireplace, so

he fell asleep with a drink in
his hand, and he never woke up.

Talk about a lawsuit. Has
his family been notified?

His wife is flying in.

So if we already know it was an
accident, who ordered the autopsy?

Hotel attorneys.

Ah, of course.

Offing a guest
is bad for business,

and surely something else
must have caused it.

And then they won't have to write a
seven-figure check to the decedent's family.

All right, add him
to my case list.

So I won't get home
before midnight. Big deal.

I'm void of a
personal life anyway.

So, Lily?

Could you excuse me
for a second?

I don't know
what to tell you.

I'll take him down to Squad for
questioning, but I can't hold him.

So sh**ting someone's no
longer a criminal offense, huh?

The guy is already dead, Dr. Macy. Okay.

Sure, I'll cite the little creep
for carrying a concealed w*apon,

endangering the lives
of others...

Don't forget the
mishandling of human remains.

But that's it.

In years, I've never seen this.

You make a habit of
sh**ting your competitors?

Me and Phat had our
disagreements over the years,

but, you know, deep down, I had
nothing but love for the man.

You have an interesting way of showing it.

Well, seeing him like that,
my head started spinning,

and the next thing I know,
I'm capping his ass.

And it's too bad, though, 'cause now
all his ladies are going to be looking

for another man to take care
of them. You understand that?

Yeah, I do.

Bruising on her right cheek
indicates a blow to the face,

and there are carpet fibers
on her neck and her legs.

You want me
to run them?

Yeah, see
what you can find.

Thought you were going to
call me before you started.

Well, I thought you IA guys knew everything.

Oh, and by the way, nice
morgueside manner with the husband.

It's called questioning.

It's called coercion.

Okay, so where's
the b*llet?

Right where the k*ller left it.

Take a look.

Looks like an SS .
It's a m*llitary r*fle issue.

Steel grabs into the target.
b*ll*ts check in...

But they don't check out.
Could be local black market,

but considering
the circumstances...

The husband's a sh**t.
I'll see what I can find.

I'm coming with you.
Dr. Cavanaugh.

Look, we know this happened
outside m*llitary jurisdiction.

Now, I could have Boston P.D. Tag
along, or we could do it together.

It's up to you.

You know we can't actually walk
in there without a warrant, right?

Come on, Diaz. Where's your sense
of adventure? Be all you can be.

This is a m*llitary investigation.
We have to follow procedures.

Fine. Proceed back to the
car. I'll be right out.

Oh, that was nice of him. Jordan.

He left it unlocked.

You see?

This is why
we need a warrant.

Hey, hey, hey, hey!
What are you doing here?

We just have a couple of questions.

Oh, sorry to interrupt
your grieving period.

Told you walking into that
apartment was a mistake.

Here you go.
Tuna and turkey.

Thank you.
Thanks, Dad.

Any time.

Did you sprain
your ankle?

Is that a joke?

Not unless you
want it to be.

I was a kid on MP detail.

A bar fight broke out, and
someone pulled out a g*n.

And my four star career
became a desk job.

So you've
never seen combat?

No, ma'am.

Kind of hard to call someone a coward
if you've never been there yourself.

So tell me about this
soldier that Vicki wounded.

Private Aaron Neil,
years old.

Took a single round to the
shoulder. It did some nerve damage.

He's still at a base hospital in rehab.

I want to
talk to him.

Fine. We'll go.

Who do you think a teenage
guy will respond to better?

You chase down your
ballistics, I'll deal with him.

Okay. I'll go then.

Private Neil?

Maybe. Who wants
to know?

Name's Cavanaugh.

Yeah, you my
new therapist?

No, you better hope not.
I'm a Medical Examiner.

Yeah, I'm looking into
the death of Vicki Weber.

Yeah. Yeah,
I heard about that.

That's... Man,
that's brutal.

Well, looks like she did some number on you.

Oh, no sweat. Doc says I'll be
pitching sliders before you know it.

Look, I just need you to tell me about
what happened the night you got sh*t.

Well, it's the same
as I told everybody else.

We were standing perimeter
watch. It was freezing out.

Yeah, Vicki and I, we weren't
that close or anything,

but I could tell something was on her mind.

I asked her if she wanted to talk, but she
said she had to work things out on her own,

so that's when I got up
to have a smoke.

Did you go anywhere?

No, ma'am. A Marine can't
leave his post. Ever.

Well, I was working on a drag
when I heard her moving around.

I looked and Vic was
getting out of the jeep.

She said that she was real depressed,
and that she couldn't take it anymore.

She was going home. Well, I turned
around and she's got her g*n drawn.

I told her to put it down, that I could help.

Put your g*n away.

But she must have saw me going
for my smoke, because she flinched.

Come on, that's not you, you know.

The g*n went off
and I got hit.

Next thing I know, I'm
bleeding and Vic's gone.

I feel bad for her,
you know?

I mean, she
was in trouble. I...

I just wish there was
something I could have done.

Yeah, like what?
I don't know.

When I was a kid, the Colonel used to say,

"Talk is cheap. If you want to
help someone, you make it happen. "

When you were a kid?

I meant now.

When did you become a Marine, Private?

About a year ago.

Any reason you chose this
branch of the service?

I wanted to be the best.

Private Neil
was lying.

What else is Bayless
holding back?

He's Neil's uncle,
for God's sake.

The Colonel probably tried
to keep it under wraps.

The last thing a new recruit needs is
for everyone to treat him differently.

Well, we're gonna
go talk to him.

We?

Well, I just want to figure out why
he never mentioned his nephew before.

Can I meet you downstairs?
Give me a minute.

Garret. Garret.
What are you, crazy?

Jordan, I've got a dead pimp on my
hands, and bodies to sign out.

Not now.

You couldn't stop,
could you?

You had to keep
seeing Maggie.

I'm not doing this. I'm not doing
this. It's none of your business.

It's taken you months to feel good
about yourself, about this job,

and Lily's had a hell
of a lot to do with that.

It's not about Lily.

Oh, you're right. It's about
you being selfish and stupid.

When I want your advice,
I'll ask for it.

Oh, don't bother, 'cause you'll
probably screw it up anyway.

Mr. Nagawa continues to intrigue me.

Normally, I would have signed off on an
accidental death like this right away,

but then,
I noticed something.

Can you hit the light,
please?

The what?

Lily, if you need to be somewhere else...

No, no, no, no.
I'm fine.

Really, it's just
something personal, sort of.

You...
You're sure?

Absolutely.

All right,
here is a man

who was perfectly dressed, like he
just came back from a fancy dinner.

The fireplace is off, and yet he
has black soot under his fingernails.

Why?

Maybe he tried to start
the fire and couldn't?

Yeah, but according
to the report,

there were no b*rned
matches found in the room.

Hmm.

What about his other
personal belongings?

There's just some luggage and some clothes.

Oh, and there's a briefcase, but it's locked.

Can I see it?

Yeah, no problem.

Oh, and, Lily?

If there's anything
I can do.

I'm fine. Thank you.

Sorry to hassle you
with this one, Doc.

A simple heart att*ck turns
into a body full of lead.

That happens all
the time, right?

That little guy in the green
threads, what was his name?

Chill. Perverted little
leprechaun, rubbed me the wrong way.

Nobody would like to take him
off the street more than me.

Just give me
some proof.

I intend to.

It's pathetic.

All this time and money being
wasted on a couple of lowlifes.

Yeah, but successful
lowlifes, Detective.

Oh, don't tell me
you're defending him.

I'm not condoning
their field of expertise,

but Phat Bastard was an
exceptional businessman.

Perception and a shrewd financial
sense separate the boys from the men.

Or the pimps,
as the case may be.

You're not buying
this, are you?

Save the kudos for someone who deserves them.

Let's take him to autopsy two,
figure out what triggered the MI.

Maybe the big man
was drugged.

Doctor, what would you say if I told
you Phat never had a heart att*ck?

I'd say you've
piqued my interest.

I took the liberty of drawing
blood from the Bastard's heart.

Didn't know he had one.

There's ample blood flow
throughout, oxygenation was ideal.

So something else
k*lled him.

Something undetectable,
at least at first glance.

Well, the sooner we open him up, the
sooner we'll know what we're dealing with.

Now, Phat controlled a huge portion
of the prostitution in our fair city.

With power
comes enemies.

Well, there's Chill's
motive. It's all about turf.

So how'd he pull it off?

I had a talk
with Private Neil.

He's your nephew.

You never mentioned
that before.

Yes, Aaron's
my sister's boy.

Afraid I don't see
the relevance.

Oh, he's family,
he was hurt.

As his CO, that could
have clouded your judgment.

No, ma'am.

Why not?

Private Neil's a Marine
first, then my nephew.

You knew Corporal Weber,
didn't you, sir?

As well as anyone else
under my command.

Weber seemed to be a
very troubled young woman.

I was concerned about her
from the moment we shipped out.

Yeah, troubled?
How so?

Afraid, ill at ease. My understanding
is that things weren't great at home.

As a Marine, it's important
to have a strong home life.

Are you referring to Scott Weber's temper?

Private Weber is a competent
Marine, but a very difficult man.

Capable of m*rder?

Why don't you ask him
and find out?

If he was the only person I could talk to,

I'd probably
desert as well.

I've dealt
with worse.

Listen, I want to apologize for something.

Bet you this doesn't happen often.

That dig I made about you never
seeing combat? That wasn't necessary.

But effective. I shouldn't
judge people so quickly.

People run away for all
kinds of reasons, Captain.

Sounds like you're talking from experience.

Hey, isn't that Weber's
shower buddy over there?

You want me
to handle this?

No, I think a little girl talk is in order.

Excuse me.

Go ahead.
I'll catch up.

Ma'am, I really don't
have anything to say.

How about just starting
with your name, Private?

Samantha Wade.

Did you know
Vicki Weber?

I'd seen her around, but we
didn't really hang out or anything.

I work here in recruitment,
so I didn't go overseas.

Look, everybody knew
their marriage was a joke.

Did Vicki ever find out
about you and her husband?

I guess they talked
the day she disappeared.

That would explain why she
was so upset. What about Scott?

Did you ever hear him
thr*aten her?

Those two had plenty of fights.
I mean, real screaming matches.

He talked about divorcing
her, but m*rder? No way.

Well, if he didn't
do it, then who did?

Vicki wasn't exactly
faithful either, you know?

Talk about having a rep.

Ask around. She pissed a lot of guys off.

Thanks.

Yeah, okay.
Okay, two things.

Those carpet fibers on Vicki's
body contained Middle Eastern dyes.

Oh, that
narrows it down.

And ballistics
are back on Scott's g*ns.

And?

The b*llet that k*lled Vicki Weber does
not match any of my client's weapons.

That's right, but that doesn't
guarantee he's innocent.

Scott's been fully cooperative
with this investigation.

He also has a reputation for
being hot-headed and abusive.

Listen, the sooner
we can rule him out,

the sooner you can put this
whole nightmare behind you.

What would it take
to make this go away?

Who else
was Vicki seeing?

You must have known.

We had a feeling you might want to see this.

It's a phone bill
from early December.

She called the same number over and
over again just to hear his voice.

Go ahead, try it.

Colonel Bayless,
hello. Hello?

Yes, we were
having an affair.

I called it off shortly
after the mission began.

Why was that, sir?

Because we had
a job to do.

Vicki required a lot of
attention, a lot of hand-holding.

As commander of this battalion,
I couldn't provide it.

Not to mention the fact that you're married.

Marines' values are honor,
courage and commitment.

Stupidity can destroy
a soldier's career.

I told Vicki it was over. She refused.

That was the day
she deserted.

Then is it possible she came
back and contacted your wife?

My family doesn't know
anything about this.

I intend
to keep it that way.

Well, what if she tried to,
Colonel? Would you have stopped her?

I returned to this base
three days ago.

According to your own evaluation, Corporal
Weber d*ed at least a week earlier.

That puts me about , miles
away from the scene of the crime.

Do the math, Dr. Cavanaugh.
I didn't k*ll anybody.

May I?

Knock yourself out.

Harry Houdini,
eat your heart out.

What's wrong?

It wasn't an accident.

Hotel lawyers
were right.

How do you know?

He requested a room with
a fireplace for one reason,

so he could open
the gas valve.

And cash in
on his insurance policy.

Only it was a su1c1de, so the
insurance won't pay a dime.

His wife should be here
first thing in the morning.

I'll make sure
I am as well.

Bug,

how do you think people become so unhappy?

It just sort of happens,
I guess.

People see their lives
unfolding in a certain way,

and sometimes it
doesn't work out.

And there's nothing you
can really do about it.

Lily, I... I don't want
you to feel obligated,

but I wouldn't mind getting
out of here for a while.

Would you like
to get a drink?

Can I get more than one?

Thanks for letting
me see him again.

Well, it's a tad after viewing
hours, but no harm's done.

Phat Bastard was
certainly a big man,

in so many ways.

As requested, this can go to the mortuary.

He told me
when he d*ed,

he wanted to be buried in a mink with
a bottle of Cris and a super size fries.

First class to the very end, eh? Mmm-hmm.

Style should have been
the Bastard's middle name.

You want
to try it on?

It's sort of against morgue policy, really.

Phat loved to share his things. He
would have thought you were the b*mb.

What's that?

I'm embarrassed to say I
didn't see this earlier. What?

It's a rather unfortunate
blood stain, I'm afraid.

Odd since he was sh*t
after he was already dead.

Corpses don't bleed.

Does this mean he won't
be buried in the robe?

I'm afraid Phat's fashion statement
just became state's evidence.

Blood on the robe
matches Phat's.

There were no cuts or punctures
prior to Chill opening fire.

No pulse means
no blood flow,

so wherever it came from,
it happened before he d*ed.

Four b*llet wounds from
Chill's g*n, none of them fatal.

Autopsy showed the big man did not
have a heart att*ck, so how did he die?

And how did
Chill k*ll him?

Bloody fifth b*llet,
that's how.

Look there, that's the fatal one.

It moved up through the
intestine into the stomach,

and lodged against
the ribcage here.

But without an entry
wound, how is that possible?

Oh, no.
Yeah.

Yep, yep.
No.

Come on, guys, give us a
hand. Let's roll him over.

Oh, bottoms up.
Do we have to?

You're the big fan.
Come on, guys.

All right, on three.
One, two and three.

Spread them,
Nigel.

I'd rather not.

Is that bruising there
where the sun don't shine?

Uh-huh.

I don't know how I missed it.
That's from the barrel of a. .

Talk about hiding
the evidence.

Ouch. But is Chill that clever?

So what've we got?

It's the ATSB's new
facial recognition program.

The program has
a º/º ID rate.

Now, each person on screen flew in
the past week from New Delhi to Boston.

Now, according to this, Weber never
came into Logan on a commercial jet.

What if it was a different type of aircraft?

Look at the organ distension
in her lower abdomen.

That's from trapped air
affected by pressure changes.

What if she
d*ed elsewhere,

and then was brought over here
in something like a cargo jet?

Any gas in her belly would have
expanded at around , feet,

and then contracted when she hit the ground.

Since she was already dead,
the tissue would remain damaged.

Then she wasn't
k*lled here.

She d*ed overseas.

Who has that kind
of transport access?

How do you sneak a dead
body onto a m*llitary plane?

Bayless always brings his
stuff with him, right? Right.

Okay, remember those carpet fibers? Mmm-hmm.

He could have hidden the body
in a rug and dropped it here.

I'll call the MPs.
All right.

What'll you say to Mrs. Nagawa tomorrow?

I don't know. I'll ask if
her husband was depressed,

if he was under a lot of financial
stress. And relationship problems

also could have
contributed to his

desperation.

Yeah, tell me
about it.

Bug, thank you for this,
for hanging out, I mean.

Lily, I don't know what,
um, happened today,

but working together
on this case, well...

It's certainly
been a pleasure.

Yeah.

Oh, God, look at the time. It's late.

Maybe we should
call it a night.

Come on. It's early.

Would you like another
martini? 'Cause I think I would.

Oh, geez!

A decorated Marine becomes
so obsessed with his mistress

that he murders her,

and then kills himself
from the shame.

I guess that's it.

Is it, though?

Come on, Jordan.
It makes total sense.

Sleeping with a corporal
under your own command?

His career
would be over.

Yeah, but just run
the logic for a sec.

Vicki breaks up
with him,

and then in a moment of
rage, Bayless kills her.

So what's the problem?

Vicki was sh*t
with a r*fle.

If Bayless did it, why didn't
he just use his sidearm?

I got to go.

Where?

To figure this out.

TRUDl: Hey, baby,
look who's here.

Hey, yo, Doc.
Come on in.

Let me guess. The lease was available.

How'd you know?
You like?

We need to talk.

While Phat was waiting for the
girls, you paid him a visit.

Come on, we're having a party here,
Doc. We're having a good time, right?

With the help of your friends here,
you popped Phat between the cheeks.

The b*llet left no external damage
except for a spot of blood on his robe.

You had to do something to mask
the sh**ting, so you came back

playing the mourner
and you sh*t him again.

Why are you talking like this?
Did you make this stuff up?

I know you
k*lled him, Chill.

All right, come on,
let's get him out of here.

Goodbye, Chill.

Here we go.
Come on.

Nice. It all wraps up into a tidy
little package, but something's off.

Well, we know she didn't die
stateside, so it can't be the husband.

The question is,
did Bayless do it?

Let's say it happened the
way Bayless's nephew claims.

Vicki was upset. She wanted to
desert. And then she sh*t him.

But what if she didn't take off after that?

You mean she came to her senses,
realized what she'd done and...

Radioed Bayless
for help.

I'll be the Colonel.
You're Vicki.

You plead with me to help you, but
all I can think of is my nephew.

You tell me that there's nothing
you can do, that I screwed up.

That I'll have
to face charges.

I'm terrified.
I can't stop crying.

Vicki!

And then
I look at you.

I don't have a choice.

Close, but too
many questions.

Well, if Neil witnessed the whole thing,
why is he telling a different story?

Honor? Family? Because he's
following the Colonel's orders?

No, not this kid. He's
more complex than that.

Well, then who's
your man, Jordan?

What if they both are?

This time, I'm Neil.

We're on watch. I can see
something's on your mind.

I ask, but you shut me
down. You don't like me.

You know
I'm sleeping with your uncle.

You're good enough for the
Colonel. Why not me, too?

I tell you to stay away
from me, don't do this.

But I don't listen.

No one's around,
no one will know.

I try to stop you,
but I can't.

That's when
I reach for my g*n.

I'm stunned, bleeding.
I can't believe it.

I get back on my feet, start to
back up to call for help when...

I pick up my r*fle.

Vicki.

After I realize
what I've done,

I crawl back to the jeep
to call my uncle to help me.

He's the one who hid her body in the rug,

booked the dummy airline ticket,
flew her back to the States.

Bayless was ashamed,
dishonored.

So he did what
he had to do.

Nice.

Mrs. Nagawa, please accept our
deepest sympathies for your loss.

Thank you both.

Do you need an interpreter,
Mrs. Nagawa, or are you okay?

Um, my English is quite adequate,
but the gesture is appreciated.

Ma'am,

sometimes as men age,

they lose perspective on what
is most important to them.

Money and work cloud their judgment,
so they become depressed and unhappy.

Oh, please, Doctor.

There is no need to be so
sensitive in your explanation.

I know my husband
k*lled himself.

You do?

We as a family agreed
it would be the best thing.

Certain Japanese cultures have
what is called "inseki-jisatsu. "

It means su1c1de as a
supreme act of atonement.

Kenje's business
was failing, so

he purchased a $ million insurance policy.

Under today's Japanese laws, families
still benefit if you die at your own hand.

Leaving the country meant that his children
would not have to witness his sorrow.

Please, do not mourn his passing. Honor him.

He has provided
for his children,

and many generations
to come.

Extraordinary.

Hey, Doc,
how you doing?

Mind if we come in?

Please.

You know, you should have called first.
I would've cleaned up a little bit.

You remember
Captain Diaz?

Yes, sir. We met once before, right
after they sent me home. How are you?

I'm doing fine, thank you.
Looks like you're feeling better.

Oh, you bet, sir. Almost as good as new.

Listen, Aaron, you know what
happened to your uncle, right?

Yes, ma'am.
It's a terrible thing.

You know, he was awful depressed.
We were worried about him.

My mom was
real upset by it.

Private, we know you k*lled Corporal Weber.

Sir?

The fight?
The attempted r*pe?

We know the round
came from your g*n.

Ballistics just
made the match.

The bruises on her face were from you.

Your uncle wanted to help. He tried to
cover it up by sending her back here.

No. No, no,
no, no, no.

She sh*t me.

All right? She sh*t me,
she tried to k*ll me,

and then she deserted.

That's a lie,
Private.

I want a lawyer.

I want a damn lawyer right now. It's over.

No, sir,
it is not over.

It's over, Private!

I didn't want
to hurt her.

It's just I liked her, you know?

My uncle... My uncle, he didn't
want me telling the truth.

He didn't want me
to disgrace the family.

I didn't want
to hurt her.

I didn't.

Where's Lily?

I don't know, why?

Oh, nothing.
I... Nothing.

Nothing, what?

I wanted to see if she had
plans for tonight. No big deal.

Dear friend, is there hanky-panky going
on in the workplace I'm not aware of?

No. And if you say
anything to Lily...

Oh, sensitive,
are we?

Fresh from the Macy rebound, and
Bug moves in for the k*ll. You devil.

We're just friends.

But I detect a desire
for so much more.

Our little morgue's turned into quite the
hotbed of frustrated romance, isn't it?

So what's
your next move?

I don't have one.

Want some advice?

No.

Fair enough.

Just three simple words,
and I'll say no more.

Patience,

planning

and pathos.

I could be your Cyrano.

Leave me alone.

We'll send someone to pick
up Corporal Weber's remains.

She'll be given a m*llitary
funeral with a full honor guard.

Big change from when you
thought she was a deserter.

The United States government
regrets that unfortunate assumption.

Oh, shut up, George,
and just say it.

Okay, I was wrong.
Is that better?

Much. Yeah.

Let me ask you something.
Would you ever do it?

Just walk away from everything, start fresh?

No, ma'am. Taking off isn't my style.

How about yourself?

Oh, I'm famous
for it.

Jobs, friends, the occasional man. It's
probably why I was interested in this case.

And all this time I thought
it was because of me.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah.

Thank you.

Lily.
Hi.

Oh, I've been
looking for you.

Me, too.

You know
I spoke to Garret.

Word is, they heard you downstairs.

Really? Oh. It's okay. I
thought it was kind of great.

Are you all right?

I am. I mean, if Dr. Macy needs to
make the biggest mistake in his life,

who am I to
stand in his way?

Atta girl.

Besides,
I met a guy.

Already?

Well, I went back to that
Italian bakery this morning.

The hunk at the register? Get out.

His name's Roberto,
and he's from Tuscany.

Who is it?

Truce?

It's against my
better judgment.

Don't worry. It takes time
for the venom to recharge.

Jordan, listen,
I just...

Me first.

You know I can't stay mad at you for long,

but just tell me you know what you're doing.

I wish I could.

Suddenly, running this
place is the easy part.

When did everything
get so complicated?

Gosh, I don't know. Maybe when
you started seeing two women.

You know, Lily's friendship means
everything to me. I mean, she...

She helped me realize what was
missing from my life. Fun...

Passion.

Everything you had with
Maggie before the divorce.

Yeah.

Guess I've got a little more perspective now.

It's weird how easy it is to forget
all the crap you went through, huh?

Do you mind?

No, go for it.

Care to join me
in a taste?

Oh, yeah.

Jordan, I don't know
if this is gonna work.

But if Maggie
and I don't try...

You'll never know.

You are a good guy,
Garret.

You're stubborn,
but you're a good guy.

Look who's talking.

Here's to doing
the right thing.

Coats the tonsils nice.