02x01 - There's No Place Like Home

[bunniefuu]

Gotcha, Redding.
Hey, Redding!


Redding! Stop or I'll sh**t!


Who the hell are you?


Who the hell are you?


Do you know this man?

Don't sh**t me, please.

I said, do you know this man?

Alright, alright. Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah,
I know him, I know him.

Where is he?

I don't know where he is.

I'm making the guy
some documents.

A passport, a fake ID.

He's supposed to call me tomorrow
to pick 'em up.

Drop the w*apon
and put your hands up.


Does the prisoner at least
get to make a phone call?

Yes, one phone call.

And I suggest you call your father.

Seriously.


Hello?

Hi.

- Jordan?
- Yeah.

Where are you?

Uh... Look, Nigel,
I need a favor from you.

Nigel?
Jordan, what are you doing?

You said that
I could make a phone call.

Nigel, I need you to run
the cell number I'm calling from

and try to pull up
a billing address, ok?

No, Jordan, I am not letting...
give me that phone!

Gimme... gimme that phone.
Give me that phone.


Let me tell you something, love...

our days of wanton rogue investigation
are over.

Things have changed around here.
This place is insane right now.

Well, so what else is new?

We're working a serial k*ller case.

Five women in five weeks,
all prostitutes,

dumped along the Purgatory Stream
off the I- .

Word is heads are gonna roll
if we don't find the guy soon.

Just do me this favor,
please, Nige.

Just give me
a couple of minutes, all right?

Look, you know, we've got hours
till that flight leaves.

How 'bout we go
check out the address?

If no one's there,
we will go straight to the airport.


Cross my heart.


I am gonna go in alone.

What?

Take a look around,

see if anyone's seen anything.

You are gonna stay here.

You do not move.
You understand that?

What am I supposed to do
while you're in there?

I got an idea.

Why don't you call your dad?


Tell him you're comin' home.


"Hey Man, Nice sh*t" by Filter


I wish I would've met you


Now it's a little late


What you could have taught me


I could have saved some face


They think that your early ending

Was all wrong


For most part they're right

But look how they all got strong


That's why I say hey, man, nice sh*t


Good sh*t, man


That's why I say hey, man, nice sh*t


Good sh*t, man


Hey, man


Have fun


Hey, man


Have fun


Nice sh*t


For most part they're right

But look how they all got strong


That's why I say hey, man, nice sh*t


Good sh*t, man


That's why I say hey, man, nice sh*t


Good sh*t, man


Hey, man


Has g*n


Hey, man


Have fun


Nice sh*t...


Hey.


What took you so long?

You know, it's a shame.

Bright but misguided
medical examiner

follows her dark obsession
clear across the country

in pursuit of the truth,

only to commit su1c1de on the top
of some seedy flophouse.


You're going to k*ll me.

Oh, yeah.


Tell me...


who k*lled her?

Sorry.
This isn't a James Bond movie.

Please, please.


I came into temporary possession
of a car


slightly before my incarceration.

Now, I don't have the car anymore,
but I still have the key.


Inside the car, there was a file
with your mom's name on it.

That fingerprint I gave you
was in the file.

And in the trunk?


You don't even want to know
what was in the trunk.


And... that's all I know.


What... what, that's it?

Yeah.

What can I tell ya,
life is a bitch.


- Good morning, Lois.
- Hey.

I'm guessing the circus means
this is number six.

Yep.

Less than yards
from where we found the last one.


Same s*ab wound as before,

lower left hand quadrant of the chest

between the sixth and seventh rib.

Let's get a liver temp.

Your M.E. already got that.


My M.E?

Yeah, over there.

Nice lady.


Excuse me.


Excuse me.


Hi, there.

Hi.

What are you doing here?

I'm the medical examiner
in charge of the purgatory case.

Really? I woke up this morning
thinking that was my job.

Garret.

Garret Macy.

- Yeah.
- Great to finally meet you.

I'm Dr. Duchamps.
Please, call me Elaine.

I'm really looking forward to
being a part of your team.

You have no idea
who I am, do you?

Not a clue.

Oh, my god.

I thought this had been
taken care of.

Renee's office said that
you had been notified.

Renee?

Renee Walcott, the A.D.A.
She's right over there.


Walcott, right.

Since when the DA's office take
responsibility for hiring my staff?

Well, technically,
it's the governor's office.


You're angry, aren't you?


No, I'm not angry.
I'm just... I'm...


welcome aboard, Dr. Duchamps.

Happy to be aboard, Garret.


Walcott's gunning for the D.A. post.

She's obviously put her friend in here
to complete the coup.

- She seems nice enough to me.
- They always do, Nigel.

It's phase one of world domination,
starting with my job.

- Dr. Macy, you might want to...
- Emmy, not now. Not now, not now.

I'm gonna my office.
I'm gonna close the door.

I don't need any more
surprises today, thank you.


Surprise.


Would a little smile
be too much to ask?


I guess you've been wondering
where I've been.


Yesterday you were in Los Angeles
being questioned

in connection with the sh**ting
death of Herman Redding.

Aside from that,
no, I really don't care.


How... how have you been?


What are you doing here, Jordan?


Well, I've had my relaxing,
uneventful, vacation.

And, you know,
now I'm refreshed

and ready to come on in and...


I...


came to get my job back, Garret.


I really think that I just need to
go back to work right now.

I've had kind of a, um,
couple weird months.


You don't have a job here anymore.


Well, technically it was
just a -day suspension, right?

Which I took your advice on,
give or take a couple of weeks.


I mean, it's not like
you fired me or anything.

Consider yourself fired now.


You're kidding.

Do I look like I'm kidding?


Well, you always did have
that dry wit.


Do I at least get
a two-weeks' notice?

No.


I've put it all behind me, Garret.


I promise.


I'm done with that whole...


chapter.


You just stay out of my way
till I decide what to do with you.

And don't put your name
on the sheet for any cases.

You have no privileges.
Is that clear?


Fair enough.


So... what did we find?

Not much yet.

Detective Carver called
with a positive I.D.

Her name's Jean Turin.
No record.

That's unusual for a prost*tute.

Barium, please.


No hilt marks.


From the Kn*fe, there's no bruising
around the wound like the others.

- Have we measured this wound yet?
- Yes, we have.

It's millimeters shallower
than the other victims

but still consistent
with the scaling Kn*fe.

Almost a hesitation wound.
Interesting, don't you think?


You did radiopaque scans
on the other victims, right?


I just want to make sure we're
dealing with the same m*rder w*apon.


Cover your jewels, gentlemen.
X-ray time.


It's about time we got someone
who knows how to use that damn thing.


The wound is upside down.

Kn*fe went in blade edge up.

That's inconsistent with
the other victims.

So he turned her around
when he stabbed her.

It's possible, big deal.

Have photos of any of these wounds
been released to the press?

No.

But a description
of the w*apon was.

Wow, wow.
You're saying this is a copycat?

Whoever m*rder*d this girl
is not the purgatory k*ller.


So I guess
this isn't my body after all.

Looks like you boys
are on your own.


Here she is.


What am I supposed
to do with them?

Put 'em together.


It'll be fun.

It'll be like a jigsaw puzzle

that's, um, dead.


Guys, I don't think... / You asked for
something to keep you under the radar.


All right, whatever. Uh,


so what are we looking at here?

Female...
Caucasian, late s, early s.

They found her a week ago,

when they were combing the site
of the purgatory k*ller's last victim.

Judging from how clean they are,

we put time of death
at between and years ago.

We ran her dental records through missing
persons for anyone missing longer than years

but came up empty.


Well, it's, uh...


good to be back.


When'd you get back?

Last night.

Find what you were looking for?


No.


I heard about the investigation.

Heard about it?
You caused it.


Do you have a good lawyer?

No.


Dad, you should
get yourself a good lawyer.

I don't know any good lawyers,

and it's not like
I'm made of money.


I'll let the chips fall
where they may.


That's ridiculous.

If this thing gets serious,
you're going to need somebody to...

It's serious now, Jordan.


I know.


I got to get ready to open.


I could come back later when
you're not so...


busy.


Sure,


you do that.


Jean Turin may not have been a victim
of the purgatory k*ller,

but she sure had a thing for him.

We found these at her place.

Talked to some of her neighbors.
They didn't know anything.

She kept to herself.

Rumor was that
she was a high-price call girl.

That explains how she could
afford Beacon Hill.

Well... she wasn't paying
for the place herself.

Then who was?

Well, maybe this guy.


I took the security video from the hall
the night she was m*rder*d.


This is p.m.


And the same guy with the New York cap
comes out at : .

Our liver temp had her tying
between : and midnight.

He couldn't have k*lled her,
so who is he?

We're not sure.

The name on the lease is
Orville Schmitt,

but it's run through a dummy corp.
There's no such guy.

- Orville Schmitt?
- Yeah, you know him?

No.


Garret, I'm sorry.

I knew nothing about
her being assigned to your office.

That was all Walcott.

That's not why I called you.

The woman we thought
was the last victim wasn't.

Yeah, I heard.
What about it?

You tell me.


What are you talking about?


The phony roommate
we invented, remember,

to get a bigger dorm room
sophomore year,

what was his name, Jack?

What does that got to do
with anything?

Orville Schmitt.


The same name on
Jean Turin's lease.


All right, I was paying
for her apartment.


Oh, come on.
You don't think I k*lled her?

I had nothing to do
with her death, I swear.

Now, we've been friends
for years.

- You got to help me.
- I can't keep this quiet.

Yes, you can and you will,

just long enough to
find out who k*lled her.

Then everyone will stop
sniffing around.

This whole thing
will just disappear.

You're asking me
to obstruct an investigation.

I don't think
you're hearing me.

If I'm out, Walcott is in.

If she's in, you're out.

Don't you understand that?

Now, for your sake and mine,

you got to do this.


You rang?

Yeah.

Take a look at this.


Now, what does this look like to you,
these markings here?


Some kind of striations, scraping.

With a file perhaps?

No, I'm thinking serrated Kn*fe.

This woman was m*rder*d,

stabbed.

That's between the sixth and seventh rib
on the left-hand side.

Yeah.


A scaler.

What?


These marks were made
with a scaling Kn*fe,

like the purgatory k*ller.

But didn't you put her time of death
at years ago?


Yeah.

Yeah, and he's only been k*lling for what,
a little over a month, now, right?


FBI profile says
he's disassociative, antisocial.

Question is: why these girls?

Why prostitues? Why does he dump them
along purgatory stream?

You know what, Woody,
who cares?


Excuse me?

Who cares
what the FBI profile says?

We're gonna get this guy
with hard, tangible evidence

so let's dispense with
the psychobabble, shall we?


I'm sorry.


You're a medical examiner, right?


Yep.

I'm a police detective.


Uh, sorry to interrupt.

Excuse me, Elaine.
You got a second?


How would you like to be credited with the
breakthrough in the purgatory k*ller case?


What exactly
do you have in mind?

A proposition.


Look, you're new around here.

Everybody's looking to see
what kind of stuff you've got.


Stuff?

Yeah, like if you're for real,
if you're any good at your job.

I am good at my job.

Well, first impressions
are everything,

and just between you and me
and the wall,

you've already racked up
a few enemies.

Really?

Yeah.

I am so sorry
to hear that, Jordan.


Rumor has it that you're hooked in
with Renee Walcott in the D.A.'s office.

What's this about?

A phone call...

I need something buried.

I happen to know a case that she's not
too anxious to press forward on.

In exchange, I will give you
the purgatory k*ller's first victim.

I already have his first victim.

No, actually, I do.


Garret?


What is it?

You realize the only reason
I was able to become chief here

is because of my association with
Jack Olson, right?

Yeah, I've heard the rumors.
So?

Well, the girl we thought was the latest victim
of the purgatory k*ller had a sugar daddy.

Turns out it was Jack.

So, wait, uh,
you think he k*lled her?

No, no. I, uh...


I think adultery is
as far as it goes.

But, I mean, when I confronted him
about it...


Look.


If his name is even connected with
this investigation, he's out.

- And if he's out...
- Then so are you. / Exactly.

So any way you slice it,
I'm screwed.

Well, then it's a good thing
I came back.


This ought to be good.


Look what you've become
without me.

Wallowing in self-doubt.

What are you talking about?
I'm not wallowing.

Come on. There's someone in the next office
over just waiting to see you stumble.

And I, for one, am not gonna
give her that satisfaction.


You need me, Garret.

You need me to remind you that
anything's possible.

You need a constant thorn in your ass,
and like it or not,


I am that thorn.

So if you tell me that you need to catch
a k*ller in order to save your job,


that's what we're gonna do.


Here corneas are kind of cloudy.


What does this look like to you?


A treasure chest.

I know that,
but what's it doing here?

She must've gotten
her hand stamped someplace...


the night she d*ed.


Results of the blood work
you asked for.

Thank you, Emmy.


Jeez, her enzymes are
all over the map.

Let me see.


A massive accumulation
of ceramide trihexoside.

This was a very sick girl.

I'd say terminal.

Some kind of metabolic disease.

Probably only had
a few months to live.


Anderson-Fabry disease?

No. It's impossible.

Anderson-Fabry is carried
on the x-chromosome.

Only men...


Grafting scar
from reassignment surgery.

She was a he.


I have come up with three businesses
in the Greater Boston Area

that use a chest as an insignia.

Way to go, Nige.

But first, I'd just like to
state for the record

that it does my heart glad to see
you two back on speaking terms again.

I mean, our prodigal daughter
has returned

- and we all...
- That's enough, Nigel.

The first one is
a deep sea diving company

specializing in
underwater salvage operations.

She didn't strike me
as a scuba diving type.

Dr. Macy. There is a Mr. Scannell here
to see you from the insurance company.

I'm busy.
He'll have to come back.

The second one is a theme restaurant out
in Woburn, called Blackbeard's Hideaway.

Woburn?
No, no, no, what's the last one?

A nightclub out on
new Rutherford Avenue,

popular with urban hipsters,
night creatures, transvestites,

you know, that kind of thing.

Not that I'm judging.


The last victim was found here.

All right.
Victim number four was found here.

All of them along
the same stretch of -Mile Road.

I know we're not
paying attention to the profile,

but this guy's supposed to be
to years old.

These bones are
over years old.

That means he k*lled her
when he was ?

Serial K*llers often start
close to home with someone they know.

Take a look at this.

I just used some sodium borate
to clean these bones.

The problem is, they're too clean.

Meaning what?

I'm not sure exactly.


But if it means
what I think it means...


Want to dance?

Maybe later.

Look at that.


Admit it.
You missed me, right?

Desperately.


Oh, boy, this should be interesting.

Yep.


Red baseball cap at the bar.

He's the guy
from the surveillance video.

- Should I?
- Yeah. Go, go, go.


Pretty brave,
wearing that hat in beantown.


You're not gonna ask me
to step outside, are you?

No, how 'bout
I buy you a drink instead?


Thanks, but you're not my type.

Oh, of course not.
That's right.

I was born a woman.


Who are you?

Real shame what happened to
Jean Turin.


I don't know
what you're talking about.


And since I haven't seen any badges,
I'm guessing you're not cops.

- Excuse me.
- Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Medical examiner's office.


A surveillance camera caught you going
into Jean's apartment the night she was k*lled.

Do you want to talk about it?


I'm a married man.

Why were you there?


I was just visiting.


But she wasn't there.

That's why I left.

Hope you weren't on the meter.

Could get expensive at her prices.

What are you talking about?

Was that your regular date?

You waited around four hours
for her to show

until you finally realized
she was off with some other john.

John?

You think she was
some kind of hooker?


Man, you don't even know
what you're talking about.


I loved her.


I would've done anything for her.


Let him go.


You're not really gonna do
what I think you're gonna do, are you?

Oh, oh, that is wrong.

That is just wrong.


Beautiful, isn't it?

Tenebrionidae.

Meal worms.

Often used in museums to clean bones
to a highly polished finish.

Ok, well, that's all fine and disgusting,
but how does it help us?

The worms accelerated
the decomposition process.

We placed time of death
based on how old the bones looked.

She could have d*ed any time
before her bones were discovered.

And that's why there was
no match against missing persons.

Ok, that's great in theory, but how long
does it take for these worms to do that to her?


You want fries with that?

Let me just get into my scrubs and
I'll meet you back in autopsy.

Dr. Macy.

- I'm sorry, but this is gonna have to wait.
- I've been here for two hours.

I need to speak to you
about Jean Turin.


What about her?

I'm afraid I have an odd request.

We're gonna need to draw
a sample of her blood.

Why's that?

Well, during a routine
quality control check,

our lab discovered that

the previous sample
may have been tampered with.

They detected high levels of
an enzyme called bellicosidase A?

At high enough doses,
it can mask the presence of...

Anderson-Fabry disease.

Right.

And, well, if that's the case,

then she certainly wouldn't have qualified
for a life insurance policy.

How recently did she
take out this policy?

Five days before she d*ed.

I don't suppose you can tell us
who the beneficiary of the policy is?


This better be good, Garret.


Did you find something?

Yeah.


An insurance policy in your name.

A what?

Taken out five days before
Jean Turin was m*rder*d,

but my guess is
you already know that.

No, I don't know
anything about that.

What else don't you know,
'cause I got plenty of surprises left.

I was paying for her apartment.
That's all you need to know.

What about that
she used to be a man?


It's complicated, Garret.


Or she was dying?

Dying?

Yeah.


She had a genetic disorder that would
have k*lled her in another few months.


Tell me what you know.


I don't know anything else.


- Tell me what you know.
- I can't.


Did you k*ll her?


No.

I think you k*lled her, Jack.

And I think I'm being used.

You had her take out
that policy in your name,

you took her out in that field,
and you k*lled her.

No, I didn't k*ll her.

Then what is it that
you can't tell me?


What is it?


He was my son.


He said he'd d*ed in a car accident
in Europe four years ago.

They said they didn't
want a funeral.

Come on, Garret.
If the guy lied to you about that,

why wouldn't he lie to you
about k*lling her?

It was his only son, Jordan.

I've known Jack Olson
for years.

Yeah, but it's not
just the insurance money.

Think how humiliated he would have been
if the son had come forward.

It's right up here.


I still think the boyfriend, you know,
the New York fan,

left the apartment somehow,
came back and k*lled her.

He's got an airtight alibi.

The front door was
the only way out.


All right. She d*ed here.

Bled out.

No sign of a struggle, so
he must have led her up here somehow.


All right.


You be Olson.


I don't know, Jordan. Last time we did this,
I had nightmares for a week.

You be Olson.
I'll be Jean.


So, what do I do?

k*ll me.

This is ridiculous.

Come on. Just do it.

s*ab me.


All right.

Good.


Why would she let him do it
without a struggle?

It doesn't make any sense.


Fine.


At least you're getting
the hang of it.

You got a better idea?
Let's hear it.


The boyfriend.

No.

I'm telling you, he had an alibi.

Her time of death was two hours
before he even left her place.


Based on the blood loss,

it must've taken her up to minutes
to lose consciousness, right?

There was no head trauma,
no dr*gs in her system.

Why didn't she walk to safety?


Because she wanted to die.

She knew she was
terminally ill anyway.

And if it's su1c1de,
there's no insurance claim.

It had to be m*rder.

Are you saying
she got someone to k*ll her?

No, I'm saying she did it herself.


Her fascination
with the purgatory k*ller?

It was just to figure out
how to do it.

The same Kn*fe, the same wound.

But she didn't do it deep enough.


So she laid down in the grass...


and waited to die.


Well, that's a great theory,
except for one thing...

The Kn*fe.

There was no Kn*fe.


She threw the Kn*fe in the creek.

This was a crime scene
with two dozen cops.

They combed the whole area.

Maybe somebody came
and got the Kn*fe.

Somebody who knew exactly
where she'd be.

Someone who loved her.


Who'd do anything for her.


We decided she would do it
at exactly : .


That would give me the alibi
with the surveillance cameras.

So you left her place at : .


I drove to the spot we picked,

where we thought the purgatory k*ller
would dump his next victim,

right alongside the road.


And what did you do
when you got there?


I picked up the Kn*fe.


I kissed her good-bye.


She didn't want to die some
slow, painful death in the hospital.


I loved her so much.


I would have done anything for her.


The night he was born,


I stayed up for hours holding him
while his mother slept.

He never cried.


I don't remember him crying.


It seems impossible, doesn't it?


I denied him, my own son,

because I thought
it would jeopardize my career.


His final act was to leave me money
so I could stay in power.


I'm not gonna
press charges against him.


And that will be my final act as D.A.


Hey, we had it all wrong.

The bones aren't
from his first victim.

They're from his last.

His last?

Dental records match a woman
reported missing nine days ago.

Alice Grebs, .

We got an address out in Waltham.


Hi.

I'm detective Woody Hoyt,
Boston P.D.

This is Doctor Duchamps from
the medical examiner's office.

Mr. Grebs, right?

It's George.


Alice's son.


That's right.


You mind if we come in?

Uh, no, sure.


I'm sorry about the mess.

I run a business out of here,
so it's kind of hard to keep clean.


I'm afraid we have
some bad news for you, George.

It's about your mother.

You found her?

Yes. She d*ed.

We believe it happened sometime
before you reported her missing.


She was m*rder*d.

Well, I guess that was
to be expected.

Why is that?

Her line of work and all.


Oh, you didn't know.


She was a whore.


Hey, can I get you guys
something to drink?

Some iced tea maybe?


Hey, George,

exactly what kind of business
do you run out of this place?

I'm in the bait business.

Always been a fisherman, you know.


I liked those women.


I didn't k*ll them, I swear.

Then who did, George?

She did.

My mother.

She didn't like me
having sex with them.


I kept telling her to stop,
but she wouldn't.

So I had to...


make her stop.

Why don't you
put the tray down, George?

Am I in trouble?

Yeah, George, you're in trouble.


Did you see this?

How the hell did
she break this case?


She kind of had some help.


It was you?

I'm sorry. It's a long story.

I was just juggling
a lot of stuff at the time.

It's all right, Jordan.

It's all gonna work out
the way it's supposed to.


It's funny. Two days ago, keeping this job
wouldn't have meant that much to me.

Now it's all I want.
Go figure.


Why'd you come back, Jordan?


I don't know.


Guess I just missed
all the fun around here.

No.


I've got problems, Garret.

There's an understatement.


A friend of mine just told me that...


I was like an alcoholic.


I want to come clean with
all the people I love.


And, just your luck,
turns out you're one of 'em.


If I give you your job back,


don't you ever run away again?

I will try not to.


Then I'll see you tomorrow.


Got that info you wanted.


What?


On the key.


What did you find out?

Not much.
Belongs to a Ford.

Couldn't pinpoint
the exact model, though.

Did you say ' Ford?

Uh-huh.

What's this about, Jordan?


Nothing.

It's just my father has a ' Ford.

Max.


Nigel.

Hey, dad, what are you doing here?


Came to see you.


I've got some work to do.


I got a call from my lawyer today.

It looks like the DA's office isn't going
ahead with the Redding case, after all.

Hey, that's great news.

But I guess you knew that already.

Why would I know that?

I'm not stupid, Jordan.


- I just figured that...
- Trust...


It's a funny thing.


I think we'll just have to
take it a day at a time.


Doesn't mean we can't
grab a quick bite to eat tonight.


Sure, yeah, I'll call you later.

I was actually gonna...

ask if I could drop some stuff
by the garage.

- Sure.
- Just a couple of boxes.

- Yeah, ok, that's fine.
- Thanks.


See ya.


See ya, dad.





I came into possession of a car.


I don't have the car anymore,
but I still have the key.


That's why I say hey, man, nice sh*t


Good sh*t, man


That's why I say hey, man, nice sh*t