06x04 - Crazy Little Thing Called Love

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There we go! There we go!

- That right cross didn't even "faze" him.
- Yeah, but Colin needs to keep his left up.

O'Reilly keeps "ringin' his bell" like that,
he's "toast". Hey, hit him!

He was a "bull" in the Marines. You knocked
him down, he'd get up twice as fast. Trust me.

Come on, Colin!

Okay. Okay, okay, okay!

Here, Kid.

Colin! Look at me, look at me!

- So, whaddya think of my boy in gold?
- People go at it like this, I usually arrest them!

These guys are gonna look
like hell in the morning.

You're kind of a "metrosexual", Woody.
That's so sweet.

Danny's a real charmer he flies you across
the country for some romantic blood and carnage.

Just a bonus.

Oh, you...

I can't wait to take you
to Martha's Vineyard.

Egyptian linens,
feather beds ocean views...

you guys ever go there?

Oh, us? No. / No, no, no,
they're just friends. That's all.

We were friends once.
Trust me, this is so much better. Yeah...

...I know, I love you!

Come on, go get 'em, Kid!

Gloves up! Gloves up!

- Come on, ya gotta slip that, Colin!
- He doesn't "have a prayer", does he?

Oh, there we go! There we go!

Back him up! Ah!

Yes!

One!

Two!

Three!
Four!

Five! Six!

Seven! Eight!

Nine! Ten!

You're out!

What's the matter?

Ladies and gentlemen!

The winner by a knockout, and new "N.A.B.C."
regional Middleweight Champion...

Colin Walsh!

Six "A.M." call after a night like that!

That'll teach ya to try and out-drink
a guy who works in a casino.

- He started it!
- And you're not the least bit competitive?

That's right, take his side.
I saw the way the two of you were whispering.

We were shouting over the noise.
Jealous much?

Of what? It's not like you
and Danny ever had something.

That's history.

I just don't like seein'
you flirt with some..."pretty boy".

I'll keep that in mind.
So, whadda we got?

Male Caucasian.
Sanitation Department called it in at five.

Tough to tell from the angle,
but it looks like he took one hell of a b*ating.

Some days I hate my job.

So whaddya think?
Beaten to death, am I right?

Yeah. And we watched the whole thing.

It's Colin, the champ.

Okay, thanks. "Keep me posted".

North American Regional champ gets beaten to death,
thrown in a dumpster and no one around hears anything.

Makes his death worse, somehow. Getting
m*rder*d right when he touched the dream.

Yeah, some dream.

"Purse" was under eight "grand".
These guys were just "scratchin' it out".

Not anymore.

- Colin's wife just called.
- Danny...

I'm sorry.

How was he k*lled? / There were no g*nsh*t
or s*ab wounds, I'm thinking he was beaten to death.

Oh, my God.

Time of death was a couple hours
after the match.

With all the hits he got from O'Reilly,
it's impossible to tell right now

whether the blows came during
the match or after from the k*ller.

We're getting video from the sports arena,
see if we can figure it out.

Okay, all right. What about motive?

No sign of theft.

Maybe Colin was supposed to
"take a dive" and didn't...

- I'm gonna find whoever did this.
- Danny.

- I get that he was your friend.
- I've got something!

- Prints?
- No, sweat.

Like the k*ller wiped his brow,

and then pushed him there
when he heaved him into the dumpster.

Skin cells in the sweat
will give us "D.N.A.".

I'm gonna run this against "CODIS".

Are you letting me in
or am I workin' alone here?

First, I need to know everything about this fight.
Can you tell me about Colin's trainer?

Mickey Rowan. Grew up in "Southie",

took two fighters to the national titles in the ' 's and ' 's.
Been workin' with Colin for about five years.

- Long as we're clear "cop...non-cop".
- Yup, you say that every time I'm here.
Think of somethin' new.

Yeah! Just as soon as you get a badge
that doesn't have a little picture of
a martini glass and a pair of dice.

- Until then, I ask the questions.
- Fine. I'll call Delinda, let her know
that our vacation's gonna start late.

Ah, his wife is here.

Danny...

We're gonna find who did this.

Yeah.

Found in a ' Civic dredged from
the Charles by the flood prevention people.

- Been down there a while.
- Yeah. "C.S.U.'s" looking at the car,

but I'm gonna work her up, figure out
if it was an accident or m*rder.

- Any luck on the "I.D."?
- "Mary". And the license number is still readable.

And I'm guessing that her
second name is Blades or Blanes.

I'm runnin' her through "R.M.V.".

Hey guys.

- Hey! Welcome back!
- Look at you!

Yeah, look at me.

It was fine until last week and then...
"Pop goes the weasel"!

Yeah, I'll say!

You're glowing!

- Sure you're over the morning sickness?
- Mmm, after a month away, I hope so.

You, ah, you really look...

you look great, Lily.

What?

N...nothing.

It's just that Ivers is still...

lurking, trying to find anything
that violates the rules around here,

and inter-personal relationships are,
uh, "highly discouraged".

Are you quoting a civil service manual?

I mean, it's not even my baby,
we're not even dating, I mean...

I'm just saying be discreet.

- It's great to have you back, Lily.
- Yeah.

You know, it really is...

great to have you back.

Watch his hand, John!

I mean, he had done it! You know?

Everything that we worked for.

We were gonna celebrate.
I cut his gloves off I checked his hands,

I left him to himself
to wash himself up...

we were supposed to
all meet down at Callahan's.

But he never showed.
I figured he'd found a better party.

Was Colin involved in anything
that could've led to his death?

Hey. Hey, "cop, non-cop".

Mr. Rowan, was Colin involved in anything...
that might have led to his death?

No!

Any pressure from anybody
to "throw" the fight? / Danny!

Was Colin under any kind of pressure
to alter the outcome of the fight?

No!

- What 'bout promoters?
- What he said.

Look, Colin was the pride of "Southie".

He was clean!
All of my fighters are clean.

He didn't deserve this!

Oh! Oh! What is that? Fish?

Full trout. Heads and all.

- Keeps me young. Want some?
- Thanks, we'll pass.

No, no. No. You know why we're here, Mick'.
Who would want Colin dead?

- You two see that fight last night?
- Yeah.

- Then you're missin' the obvious.
- Tommy O'Reilly?

That son-of-a-bitch has
a "mean streak" from here to the Harbor.

"Hated Colin's guts" all the way
back to the Golden Gloves.

- "Grudge match" is one thing...
- At the pre-fight he said he'd k*ll Colin.

Wasn't just hype.

Lost his title...

lost his pride.

Got his payback.

Change purse, lighter, "I.D.", Polaroid.

"C.S.U." got a bunch of stuff
from a shopping bag they found

when they pulled the car from the river.

So what do we know about her?

She was found in the Charles.
Oh, and she had the soundtrack
for "Flashdance" in her cassette player,

so I could put the time of death
at sometime in the ' 's, but...

- What, no address?
- No, bigger problem.

Her license is fake.

This woman... doesn't exist!

If we can pull an image off here,
we might get a better idea of who she was.

Maybe find something to help track her.

She had children.

Lily?

- You okay?
- We've gotta find them.

Well, I found a latent print
on the plastic bag that was in her car.

If I can lift it, I'll run it through "AFIS".

Hi, Lily.

I owe you an apology...
for not calling you back.

Jeffrey, I... / No, it was
a lot of unreturned phone calls.

But, uh, well the guilt finally
"got the better of me". Hi, Bug.

- Jeff.
- So I was, uh,

thinking maybe we could, um...

talk.

Oh, my God...

- is that, uh...
- Yours.

You...you never told him?

I...he...he wouldn't talk to me.

I...I called, I...I tried to
schedule appointments...

I'm, uh, sure
you two have a lot to discuss.

Okay...

For this you could have found me.

- So what now, we go to Tommy's?
- Not "we". Me.

If Tommy k*lled Colin, it might have been for pride,
but it could have been for something else.

What if they had an arrangement?
What if Colin was supposed to lose?

- So we press him.
- I need you to call your pals in Vegas.

What, you want me to get somebody to bust
a kneecap? Maybe some "concrete sneakers"?
I know a guy who can even...

Not those guys! Who's gonna know
if there was any "dirt" on this fight?

What about the sports book? They would know
if there was anything funny goin' on with the odds,

the betting patterns...okay, I'm already on it.

Check the Montecito, any other contacts
you have at other casinos. Find me some "dirt"!

Okay. Wait, you're not just, ah, tryin' to keep
me busy, are ya? Out of the way?

You wanna help? This is help.

Okay.

Jordan, please tell me you got something.

Great. If the "D.N.A." on the sweat print is a male,
it goes right to the lead we just got.

How soon can you meet
me at Tommy O'Reilly's?

- He's got motive and means.
- What about opportunity?

You get the "D.N.A.",
we match it, we're done.

The question is,
is he wiling to give it?

Police! Open up!

Old "Southie" trick.

Police!

So much for the grieving widow.

Sandy!

Come on!

Lemme tell ya how this looks, Tommy.

You are hanging onto a mid-tier title,
hoping to get a sh*t at one of the majors,

when your old rival shows up
and "cleans your clock".

- I was ahead on the cards.
- He knocked you out! Your title run is over!
You were embarrassed!

You threatened to k*ll him before the fight,
and you're sleeping with his wife!

- That thr*at was hype!
- You think a jury's gonna "buy" that?
Given this situation?

Yeah, maybe Sandy put you up to it!

I went from the fight to the hospital.
I was there all night.

Hospital's seven blocks
from the crime scene. We checked.

I know what you must think of me.
What this must...

Look like? Like your cheering for Colin was a front,
and your performance in the morgue deserves an award.

Colin's dead and I didn't, um,
I didn't know what to do.

You three were friends.

Yeah,

we grew up together.

Three "Southie" nobodies.

But these two had dreams of being
the next "Rocky". They were like brothers.

"Cain and Abel".
We know how that ended.

You ask me, this whole
set-up looks like motive.

No. it's not.

Didn't you ever need
to be in somebody's arms so bad

to make what you were feeling go away?

I loved my husband.

Okay, so if this is all so innocent,
submit to a "D.N.A." test.

If you didn't do it, it'll clear you!

Whatever tests you need me to take.
I didn't do anything wrong.

Look, I'm sorry...

Over a month you've been saying
you're working things out,

so I assumed that actual "things"
were getting "worked out"!

Jeffrey wouldn't take my calls,
what could I do?

- Am I interrupting something?
- No.

No. Not at all.

You know, you could have written him a note.
You could have even dropped by his office!

I was afraid, okay?

I didn't know what to do.
I've got this...

situation, I didn't know
how to deal with it!

- I can't just dismiss it...
- I'm not dismissing it! / Yes, you are!

You went four months
without telling Jeffrey you're pregnant...

...it's what you needed for us
to move forward,

I mean, do you even want that?
Us moving forward?

Hiya.

Sorry about that.

No, Bug, what I "want" is
to move on to another topic!

You know, that male emperor moth
can smell a female seven miles away?

Something's telling me
this guy's not smelling much anymore.

Nigel Townsend.

And you must be...hmm...

Delinda?

You're either psychic
or Danny told you I was coming.

Indeed. Um, plus there's a rumor
that you look like a supermodel.

Which you do.

Oh, well, I'm alive, so I probably look better
than most of the women you get to see.

Is Danny here? / Uh, I haven't seen him for
...hours, sorry to say.

Is that an Ion Spectrometer?

You know about ion spectrometry?

Just a little beach reading.

I really like Nolting's
"Methods in Modern Biophysics,"

and everything published in
"Microstructered Ion Mobility".

Oh! God, those guys rock!

So, um, is there more
where that came from?

Yeah...

Was I unclear when I discussed
the issue of discretion in office relationships?

Then I don't need to be worried about
that little display in the break room.

The one that continued through reception
and into the conference room?

No.

Here I've been Mr. Sensitive,

giving her the space she needs,
lettin' her make up her mind, sort things out

and all the time she's been sitting
at home avoiding the issue
and eating everything in sight.

Bug, I...

"Mary" is really "Susan Osguld".

Born , married ' .

- I'll tell Lily she can find "next of kin".
- My case, I'll find her myself.

No. You'll find a way
to work together on this.

I can't believe
Tommy gave us the sample.

Question is, does he think
he cleaned up, or is he innocent?

k*ller or not, neither one is innocent.
Hell of a way to mourn your dead husband.

Hey, Nige', I need you
to run some "D.N.A.".

Delinda?

Ah, if you're looking for Danny,
he's doin' a special detail for me.

What...what are you doin' here?

Helping Doctor Townsend
find cause of death.

"Doctor"?

Are you letting her handle evidence?

Uh, well, ah, Delinda has
a keen interest in ion spectrometry,

and so we are determining
which blows came from boxing gloves,

and which could have been
made by the k*ller.

Mmm, "ion drift" across an electric field sorts
the mobility of differently ionized molecules.

She's a genius!

So, I've put all the data into the computer
including autopsy results and video from the fight.

And the computer can
distinguish each specific punch,

determining whether
the...the blow came from a boxing glove,

which is blue,
or a bare fist, which is red.

That's a lotta blows.

Yeah, but it's all wrong.

All the injuries are accounted for in blue.

So the bruising is from the fight,
he wasn't beaten afterwards.

Still, he was m*rder*d. I mean,
someone put him in that dumpster.

- Do you have a snack machine?
- Yeah, it's...

Well, something k*lled him. Why is his head
five shades darker than the rest of him?

Well, 'cause that's
where he sustained the most hits.

Epidural hematoma...

major contusion?

No, there isn't any lethal
trauma anywhere.

The brain feels hydrocephalic,
typical for a fighter.

But nothing
that indicates cause of death.

- I could really use a candy bar, maybe some chips.
- This seriously makes you hungry?

There's a break room just down
the hall on your right. "Knock yourself out".

Great, thanks!

- Hey, you!
- Hi!

Uh, so you want the good news
or the bad news? / Both, bad first.

Tommy's "D.N.A." doesn't match.
He's not the k*ller.

- And the good news?
- Cause of death he was poisoned.

The tox from Colin's stomach showed fentanyl.
Colin ingested at least ten milligrams.

Morphine times a hundred
would k*ll him quickly and painlessly.

I hope there's some peanut butter cups.

So what did he eat?

I'm guessing some kind of,
uh, fish soup.

Oh! Please...

you know what?
It's trout to be exact, and it's not soup.

It's Mickey's drink. Come on,
time to "throw a couple jabs" of our own.

Yes, that's us. That's me and my sister,
and the woman who gave birth to us.

Uh, Mr. Osguld,
I know that this must be difficult, but is, ah,

is there a funeral home
that you prefer?

I prefer not to have anything to do with her.

- You...don't wanna claim the body?
- I don't want her, 'cause she didn't want me.

Or my sis'.
She just "waltzed" out of our lives,

she knew she was leavin' us
with a monster of a father,
and she didn't even look back.

Uh, you...you must have been very
young when she disappeared. / Yeah, six!

You don't think I would have
known what she did? This is it.

Two years after she leaves,
and...this is all we get, right here.

"Dear Kids,"
she probably forgot our names,

uh "I'm very happy with Joe. We're living
in Oklahoma now on a farm." Blah, blah, blah.

You kept this for twenty years, what...
whatever she did must have...

She's why my sis' k*lled herself,
she's the reason why my life is the way it is!

Look, ya asked me to come in,
I came in, now I'm done.

So, you can bury her, burn her,
put her back in the river...

I don't give a damn
what you do with that bitch.

Yo', have you seen Mickey?

Yo', excuse me,
have you guys seen Mickey?

I'm just saying, if Tommy had
money pressures...hey, Woody!

- Whoa, whoa, whaddya think you're doing?
- Jordan, hey! / Hey...

I think that I got somethin'. I been askin' around,
it turns out there's a rumor about Tommy and...

Sandy! We know! Which part of
"cop, non-cop" was not clear to you?

Well, I checked the sports books,
there were no strange betting patterns,

I...the fight was clean, so I came back.

While you boys sort this out, Ione of us
is gonna go find Mickey. / Okay.

There is a way you conduct
an official investigation and a way you don't.

- I was just talking...
- And if I told you that we came here...

...to talk to a suspect who could have seen
you asking questions and "poof" took off!

Mickey?

See, if you'd "kept me in the loop",
this wouldn't have happened!

Danny, I'm sorry about Colin, I am.

But for his sake, I can't risk anyone saying
that this case was not handled properly!

Or you can't risk me
making you look bad.

Maybe it's that.
How 'bout we fight for it?

- What are you, eight?
- It's a simple wager. You win, I go home.

I win, I stay on the case all the way.

This is an official police investigation!

- "Chicken"? Come on.
- You callin' me names?

Lemme tell you somethin'...
I put these gloves on, you go down!

Really? Oh, I'm the...
I guess you got nothin' to worry about.

Come on, come on. "Bring it"!

- Come on!
- Call it, Jordan!

- Come on. Oh, yeah!
- Oh, yeah!

- Come on, "butter bean"! Come on!
- Guys, what are you doin'?

- "Butter bean's" gonna take you out!
- Then you got nothin' to worry about, "chicken boy"?

- You got that right.
- "Tell it to the canvas", "Johnny Law"!

- I can tell that love has made you stupid!
- Oh yeah? No, that woulda been your mama!

- I'm gonna kick your showgirl's ass!
- Then why you keep runnin'? Come on!

- I ain't runnin', you are!
- You are! Come on, come on! Look out! Come on!

- No! Yeah, yeah! Ow!
- Oh, yeah? Come on! Oh, yeah? Oh! Oh!

- Hurry up! Oh, oh, oh!
- Guys?

- You better watch it!
- Oh, look at my left!

Hey! Guys! I think we found Mickey.

Woody's got crime techs all over the gym,
he's canvassing the block. We'll find something.

Without my help. I get it.

Danny, I know you're upset,
you know...

Yeah, Colin and Mickey
are both dead, of course I'm upset.

We will fond the person who did this.

You came out here to "get away from it all".
We'll make this right.

Adenine, cytosine, thymine...
the readout's so clear!

Danny!

Hey.

Oh, God, Mickey...
I heard.

- How ya holdin' up?
- I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm sorry
I left ya here all day.

- Whaddya say we get outta here?
- Are you sure? / Yeah.

- I mean, it's a little late to get to the Vineyard.
- You guys have done all you can here. Go.

Okay, well how 'bout we head back to the hotel,
maybe get some room service? / Oh, yeah.

Thanks, Nige'!
I had a "blast"!

Yeah, feeling's mutual! Um...

Take care.

- You'll, ah, keep me posted?
- Will do. / Thanks, Jordan.

She was the most perfect woman
I ever met.

You're searching for fake "I.D.'s"?

I'm following a hunch.

All injuries were consistent
with her car going off the bridge.

The "C.S.U." found no tampering with her Civic,
this was an accident.

And her son doesn't want her,
so case closed?

If she ran off to some farm in Oklahoma,
then why was her body found in Boston?

- She came back to see them.
- Why the fake "I.D."?
There's gotta be an explanation.

Maybe not everything has a happy ending.

If you wanna talk about the case,
let's talk about the case.

If you wanna talk about me and you, us?

Then let's talk!

'Cause I am sick of not talking.
Not talking to Jeffrey, not talkin' to you...

- Yeah, well, whose fault is that?
- With Jeffrey, it's mine. And with you?

- You "walk on eggshells", Bug.
- What's that supposed to mean?

I walked out on my wedding.

I came to you.

I made it very clear what I wanted.

And then this happened

and everything changed, I know it did.

But you've been giving me time and space to
figure out what I want, now. what about you? Huh?

What do you want now?

Have you even thought about it?
'Cause you sure haven't stepped up to say so.

That gym was a cesspool.
Mickey is covered in crap on crap.

I'm betting we find "D.N.A.", prints,

and blood spatter from every boxer
who ever stepped foot in there.

No prints on the m*rder w*apon,
it's been wiped clean.

And the only Trace I've got is cotton,
adhesive, zinc oxide

boxer's tape, used for sealing up the gloves.
Anyone in the gym coulda had access to that.

So, um, Danny and Delinda...
think it's the real thing?

I'm just asking.

I don't really think
it's gonna happen for ya, Nige'.

Well, Delinda told me about their
"on again-off again" history,

so there could be hope.
I mean, look at you and Woody.

- What are you talking about?
- Well, you two were "on again-off again".

- Always implodes in the end!
- Uh, we didn't implode!

We matured, we moved on,
we started dating other people.

So when Danny and Delinda decide to mature,
move on, start dating other people,

she'll return to me.

Can you imagine
how beautiful our kids are gonna look?

Mickey closed the gym during lunch.
Said he was goin' to church to "pay his respects".

Whoever did this must have caught him as he was
about to lock up, 'cause no one saw him after.

- Hey, guys?
- What?

I was gonna run all the "D.N.A." from Mickey's crime
scene just to confirm it's the same k*ller,

so I scanned in Mickey's "D.N.A."
to separate that out. / And?

Mickey's "D.N.A." is
what we found on Colin.

Wait, you mean the sweat print?

So Mickey did poison Colin.

- Then who k*lled Mickey?
- Yeah, and why?

¢ÜWhat a feelin',

¢Übein's believin'...

¢ÜI can have it all,
now I'm dancin' for my life,

Feelin' nostalgic?

- Look, I know this case is supposed to be closed.
- But Lily won't let it go.

She can't believe that this woman is
what her son thinks she is.

What do you think? / I think Lily is pregnant
and she can't imagine a mother abandoning her child.

- The thing that gets me is she's probably right.
- And that's a problem?

Well, the case is solved.

- And with Ivers runnin' around...
- Look, forget what I said.

Hell with Ivers, you do what's right.
For you, for Lily, and for her.

Okay, okay. How about m*rder, su1c1de.

Okay, so Mickey just stabbed himself
in the heart and rolled under the ring?

Yeah, maybe it was some weird, random...

Please. We know there's no way
these two deaths are unconnected.

We've got one k*ller but no motive.

Why would Mickey k*ll his boy? His champ?

Well, answer that and maybe
we'll have the motive for m*rder number two.

And that motive will lead us to Mickey's k*ller,

but still, why would he k*ll Colin
two hours after the big fight?

Maybe that's where
we should start looking.

I, uh, tracked down
where her fake "I.D." came from.

I think I know what she was doing.

And would the date
that she d*ed be helpful?

- How...
- Her tires were new.

I don't give a damn about her tires!

You deserve to know the truth about your mother.
Then you can walk away if you'd like.

Look, I checked with all the tire places
in your neighborhood that were around in .

I found one that had the Civic's "VIN"
in their database.

She had her tires replaced on September
the Twenty-Sixth, .

- So what's your point?
- They logged her odometer.

She then drove only seventeen miles
before the accident.

Which means she d*ed
somewhere around that day!

Which is two years
before the letter is dated.

That doesn't make any sense.

Hurricane Gloria came onshore in Boston
on September Twenty-Seventh, .

Ninety mile-an-hour winds, millions of dollars in damage,
and seven people dead in New England.

Now eight, your mother.

She wasn't leaving, Brian.

She was coming back for you.

She was carrying a fake "I.D."
which I tracked to a women's shelter in Boston.

I talked to the woman that dealt
with your mother twenty tears ago.

The shelter was helping her
to arrange for a new life.

They found her a place to live,
a job, too...

...and a school. It's somewhere safe
where your father will never find us.

You two are my life,
I love you. Okay?

Don't be afraid,
we're gonna make this work!

It's okay, Mama.

But she...
she wrote the letter!

How could she?

She'd already been dead for two years.

Look. She filled this in at the shelter.
And look at the writing.

It's different.

You can see it in the words
"Boston", "Beth", and "Brian".

Your father wrote this letter.

Oh...why?

He was an angry man.

Your mother d*ed trying to
get you away from him.

She loved you, Brian.

Fight looks clean. Not like Mickey
was banking on his boy losing.

Hold on, could you go back? Zoom in on picture
and sound? I just wanna see something. / Okay.

Colin, the Kid's over there,
where's your head at?

Go after him! Go, go!

Nigel, what did you do with those sections
I made of Colin's brain?

- What is it?
- Oh, he, ah, appears confused, disoriented.

Well, you would too if you got hit
in the brain a couple of hundred times.

Yeah, but O'Reilly didn't go after
Colin's head 'til later on in the fight.

Yeah, old and new microscopic
hemorrhages all over his cerebrum.

Scarring of the gray matter.

- Pugilistic Dementia?
- Like Muhammed Ali?

Ah, more like Freddie Roach
or the Quarry brothers.

A fighter takes that many hits
to the head over time,

his brain starts to atrophy, shrink...
major brain damage.

Why didn't we see this before?

Poison was cause of death,
the dementia didn't k*ll him.

But...but maybe it goes to motive.

You think Mickey wanted to k*ll Colin
because he was losing his mind?

No, not Mickey. Sandy.

It's Danny.

Hi, Danny!

What do you mean
you're still working the case?

That makes perfect sense.

Okay, thanks.

- Danny just found something at Mickey's.
- And?

I'm thinkin' that you may be right.

I'm gonna bring in Sandy Walsh.

Danny, I don't understand what's going on.

Um, they said they had questions?

All you have to do is answer them.
You have nothin' to hide, right?

We just need to clarify some things
about your husband's death.

Um, I'm confused.
You said Mickey k*lled him.

He did. But then we found out
about your husband's dementia.

- I don't...
- That's his brain, Sandy.

Blow after blow. Tearing it apart.

Fighters need to be certified to fight.

We spoke to the doctor that faked
Colin's records at your request.

We also found out that the last time
you visited there, you and Colin together,

his office reported missing
one hundred milligrams of pure fentanyl.

That doesn't have
anything to do with me.

I know what dementia does, Sandy, and I know
that Colin wouldn't have wanted to walk away.

He never backed down from anything.
He was a proud man, too proud.

But you knew what would happen. How every day
Colin's condition would become worse...

No / and worse, until finally
he became less like the man you married

and like some infant
who required your constant care.

- Dressing, washing, feeding...
- Stop it.

...changing.

Okay, it was Mickey's idea.

He didn't wanna watch
Colin go through all that.

So he said that all that I had to do
was get the drug. / To k*ll your husband.

You didn't see him after the fight!
Colin could barely talk!

We wanted to let him
go out a champ.

That would sound nice
if it wasn't for Colin's life insurance.

There is no payout for death
caused by injuries in the ring.

- If, however, Colin was m*rder*d...
- No. It is not like that.

Mickey found
the insurance policy, Sandy.

You played on an old man's feelings
to get him to k*ll your husband.

And when he realized you were
only in it for the money, you k*lled him, too.

I was gonna lose everything.

Colin loved you.

"Until death do us part".

- Thank you.
- You pushed. You were right.

Look, I've been thinking about
what you said.

About what I want.

You're the mother of this child, Lily,
and Jeffrey is the father, so...

the truth is, it doesn't
really matter what I want.

What's important is that baby.

What are you saying?

I'm saying I can't be a part of this.

Can't be a "fourth wheel".

There's no room for me, for us.
Not right now.

Bug...

Please, Lil'. It's what I have to do.

You kinda..."blindsided" me yesterday...

I know.

I'm sorry about that.

So...

now what?

It just gets to me. "Top of the world"
one day, in a dumpster the next.

Yeah, that "sweet science"
is not lookin' so sweet.

- So, I gotta ask you...
- What?

- Danny or me?
- Danny or you what?

When we were about to go at it,
who would you have bet on?

Oh, oh, you, Woody, 'cause...
'cause you're so big and strong!

All right, all right. It doesn't matter,
They're headed outta town.

I don't think there'll be a rematch.
You think they're gonna last?

What, Danny and Delinda?

Oh, well, Nigel seems to think
they're bound to implode.

That's how these "on again-off again"
things always go, right?

Yeah, workplace romance bad idea. Right?

Right.