02x04 - Payback

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What?


Alright, can we back this up, please.

Can we please back this up?

Did she do it on purpose?

The Department's gonna issue a statement
once we have all the information, okay?

Can we please just
back this up, alright?

Come on, let's get...

Hey, come on!


Lemme outa here!


Was that Cynthia Montgomery
in the squad car?

Yeah.


Boy, can Daddy's money
buy her out of it this time?


Shut up, Jordan.

I'm not supposed to have a reaction?
Look around you, Garret.

It's a m*ssacre.
What happened?

She plowed her truck
into the waiting line.

Five dead.

Elaine and I can handle this.
Just go on home, alright?

You called me to help you.
Here I am.

Take your mouth someplace else.
That's an order.


What are you lookin' at, cow?!


Friendly, isn't she.

Yeah. Is she tanked up
or just throwing a tantrum?

Both is my guess.

You think she did it on purpose?

Detective Hoyt.

You got enough to
justify detaining her?

Yes, we have four witnesses
who say it was deliberate.

Then take her to the station
and get her a lawyer right in.

I'm Renee Walcott,
District Attorney.

We'll have a statement for you
as soon as we have...

Let me outa here!

Agh!


Jordan.


Jordan.

The paramedics came in ten minutes,
but it was too late.


Excuse me.


What's goin' on?

They think I did this to her.


Well, did you?


I don't know.

"On being told that she'd have to
wait in line just like everyone else,

Ms. Montgomery returned to her SUV

and proceeded to shorten the wait
by shortening the line."

Flirting with libel, aren't they?

Alright, listen up.

Elaine, you take
the Harrison and Ortiz autopsies.

Bug, you take Owens and Walton.

Jordan, Cynthia Montgomery
and Daniel McCafferty.

Now, there are gonna be lawsuits
flying all over this,

and we don't want to
get caught in the middle,

so let's all be thorough.

Are the relatives...

All coming in today.

If you need help, call Doctor Stiles.
He's on standby.

Okay, people, long day.
Everybody look sharp.


Jordan.

Yeah?

Last night.

Look, Garret, you know me.

I lead with my mouth.

Your comments got back to
the District Attorney.

She all but ordered me not to assign you
to the Cynthia Montgomery autopsy.

You're letting Walcott
get to you again. Lighten up.

That's easy for you to say.

Listen, I'm sorry
I snapped at you last night.

Is this the part where I'm
supposed to apologize, too?


Wouldn't want to ask
the impossible.


No, I can do it. Just give me
a couple minutes to rehearse.


I don't know what happened.

I asked her a question
and she just slid off the chair.

She d*ed.
Tell me it was an OD, Jordan.

Just tell me it was an OD.

Look, Woody,
if she was blitzed on something,

it'll show up in the tox screen.


Come on, Woody.

Really, you shouldn't be here.

Jordan, this is my butt
on the line.


I may have gotten
a little rough with her.

I... I don't know,
maybe uh, maybe I did...

Woody. Okay,
let's not jump to any conclusions.

My butt's on the line here, too,
and you've got to get outa here.


Look, I'll keep you in the loop.


Mister Hoyt.

You're on suspension.
You have no business being here.

Okay, he was just dropping off
a bag of donuts.

The District Attorney wants to know
where we are.


Well, so far the only obvious anomaly
is right here.

Abdomen's slightly distended.

And what would
that indicate, Doctor?

Could be she bled
to death internally,

could be a liver infection,
could be she was pregnant, could be...

We can't be sure
until we look inside.

I understand that
you and Detective Hoyt are close.


I wouldn't want to think that you might
be less than rigorous in pursuing the truth.

Right back at you.


I really don't like her.

I'm on your side, Jordan.

But don't get cute.
Just cover your bases, alright?

Yeah.


Is this where
you keep the bodies?

What?

I want to see all the bodies.

Uh, who are you? How...
how did you get up here without...

Ah, the Ortizes.


Okay, here.

Why don't you sit right here.

Okay, wait.

Don't move.
I'll be right back.


Hey, where you goin'?

Ow! Ow!


Whoa, whoa, kid!
Calm down!

Agh! Agh!

- What the hell's goin' on?!
- Let go of me!

- Whose kid is that?
- I don't know.

What are you doin' here?
Where are your parents.

I've got to see the bodies.


Tell me why.

It's none of your business.

Oh, I disagree with you.
See, I'm kinda the boss around here.

What's your name?

Johnny Rocket.

If you tell me your real name
and what you're looking for,

maybe I can help.


Find his parents or call Children's
Services, but get him off this floor.


You okay?

No.

Alright.


Thanks for lettin' me
do a test run.

This baby's gonna make
slice and dice autopsies obsolete.

Yeah, if it works.

There is that.


Did I sign a purchase order
for this?

Oh, well, you know I have
friends at MIT and uh,

I borrowed it from them.


What is it? And do you have
authorization for the loan?

It's a hot new scanner,
and you don't want to know.


It gives a three-D model
of the body,

of every cell, every organ,
every bone, inside, outside.

It's a... it's a thing of beauty.


Mister Montgomery's out of the country.
They haven't been able to reach him.

And Mrs. Montgomery's on her way in
with a friend and her lawyer,

so I want you to
watch your mouth.

- Of course I'm gonna keep...
- Starting now.


Turn her over, would you?


I just hate it
when he has to play politics.

Oh, he's just doing
his job, luv.

Some days he could use
the support of his staff.

And some days he's the only thing
standing between you and self-immolation.


Hello, what have we here?


Wow. I've never seen
anything like that before.


Hey, why are you limping?

That kid that broke in
kicked me and ran out.

Wait, did you find out
who he was?

Wouldn't tell me anything,
so I called Children's Services.

He bolted before they got here.

Okay.


Right this way.


Grandma.

I suppose that I...

I should have told you
that I was coming.


No, that's okay.
It's fine.


Well,


we're not here to
make small talk.

Nigel.


I wish Howard were here.


The sooner she knows
what's happened,

the better it'll be.

I'm hoping to have a definitive answer
by tomorrow.

I know you'll do your best.

Thank you.


I'm very sorry for your loss.

My loss is compounded by the allegations
that are being hurled around,

that Cynthia was high on dr*gs,

that her actions amounted to
deliberate homicide.


I'm sure you'll...
disprove the lies.


Bye, dear.


Call me sometime.


Did Mrs. Montgomery just tell me
what my results are supposed to be?

You should have told me
you know the family.

I don't know them.

If you're grandmother's that tight
with them, how could you not?

I barely know my grandmother.


Your grandmother's family
and the Montgomerys

were friends for a long time.
Hell, generations.

I guess you don't remember playing there
as a kid at the Montgomery mansion.

I did?

Yeah.

'Til you asked your mother
why the Montgomerys had slaves.


You were five.

Oh.


Dad, I remember when I was little,
Grandma was a lot of fun.

We used to play dress up.

We'd bake chocolate chip cookies
with little faces on them.

And then one day
she just wasn't there.

And you and I
never talked about it.


What happened, Dad?

She got busy.

Come on.

Your grandmother didn't react well
when your mom...

Went crazy?

Got sick.


So she didn't just abandon me,
she dumped Mom, too.

Her own child.
That's...


Hey, Woody.


Hi, Max.
Can I have a beer, please?


So, you get any answers yet?

I'm doing the autopsy tomorrow.

Great. Great, so while Detective Hoyt
hangs by a thread,

Jordan Cavanaugh takes a booze break.
That's terrific.

I'm waiting for the results
of the tox screen.


I just want to know
why she d*ed, Jordan.

And I want my g*n back
and I want my badge back.

I also want world peace.

You'll be fine, Woody.

Just takes time
to clear these things up.

Look, I don't think
you did anything to that girl.

Tomorrow when I do the autopsy,
I'm gonna prove it.

And nobody, nobody's
gonna steamroll you.


Okay?


Cavanaugh.

Nigel, uh, what's up?

Eh, calm down. I...

What?


What?
Are you kidding?


I tried to stop him
'til you could get here,

but he has a court order authorizing him
to take over the post mortem,

and he wouldn't wait.

Who is he?

I didn't catch the name.


Who the hell are you?


Well, dear, I could ask you
the same question, couldn't I?

You could try.


As you can see, Judge Newton agreed
with the Montgomerys' attorney

that your office has a conflict of
interest in this case.

What conflict of interest?

And the DA has backed
the family's position.

What conflict of interest?

Your relationship with
Detective Hoyt.


A, we do not have
a relationship,

and B, gosh, I wonder how that oil
slick in a suit got his information.


Doctor Thaxton,
this court order mandates

the presence of a Medical Examiner
during your post mortem.

I have a plane to catch.

I had to sandwich this in.
I'm a busy man, Doctor Macy.

Well, you see, I'm responsible for
signing the death certificate.

She d*ed of internal bleeding.

Caused by what?

A broken rib
that punctured her liver.

Something or someone exercised
extreme force to cr*ck it.

Someone?

At the very least
there's negligence here.

The girl should have been hospitalized
after the accident.

A broken rib hurts.

You can't breathe
without wanting to scream.

When I saw her
she was in zero pain.

You're welcome to
check my results.

Oh, what for?

You probably broke
the damn rib yourself.


Listen, dear,

I'm sure there's somebody here
who can explain to you the difference

between pre and post mortem fractures.

The bottom line is
she bled to death,

and it happened
on Detective Hoyt's watch.


Hey, thought you'd gone or I'd
have snagged you to join me for a beer.

Oh, thanks, Nigel,
but I just want to go home.

Saying "I'm so sorry" all day
really takes it out of you.

No-no-no-no,
I mean to watch the drama.


What was that?


I knew he was dead.


I knew he wouldn't just leave.


You're saying I k*lled her.

Is this a Wisconsin thing,
sucking guilt out of thin air?

She's dead.

I'm screwed, Jordan.

Did you know that
she was injured?

No.

Did you keep her
from being tended to?

No.


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You're not making this easier!
EMS, come here!

She wouldn't let the EMS guy touch her.
She said if he did, she would sue him.

Then what should you
have done differently?

She's still dead.

And you're still screwed.

Thank you, Jordan. Thank you
for your support and nurturing.

Look, you want milk and cookies,
call your mom.

You want to fight back,
I'm your man.


Okay, boss.
What's the drill?

Well, you're gonna do
what you're gonna do,

and I'm gonna go back downstairs
and check out Thaxton's results.


Us against them.


Jordan,


thank you.

Well, I kinda owe you one.


Or... six.


I ran the prints on the John Doe.

His name was Gary Staines.

Cops found him dead on a bus bench
four days ago, sent him here.

He was homeless.

Any family?

No.

But I'll get on the autopsy.


But uh, there was
no suspicion of foul play.

Oh, thank you.


I have to ask.

I know.
I'm sorry, Garret.

I j... I just couldn't
call Children's Services.

You know what would happen.

Yeah, they'd find out
where he belongs.

And in the meantime,
they would put him God knows where.

Well, did you think about his parents,
how worried they must be?

Well, they're not worried
enough to report him missing.

I just called the police.

Uh, unless you're gonna adopt him,
you need to call in the professionals,

and please get him out of here.

This is no place for a kid.


Hey.


I guess you heard that.


I'm hungry.


Me, too.


Gary didn't have anybody.


He said me and him
could be family.

It was like having a really cool uncle
who knew lots of stuff and was...

real, real nice.

How'd you meet him?

Okay, Gary said I should trust
people more, but I don't know you.

Fair enough.

You gonna call the cops?

Not unless you make me.

Tell me where you live.
I'll take you home.

I... I want a real funeral
for Gary.

Y... you know, a flashy coffin,
lots of people,

some guy talking about
how great Gary was.

And lots of flowers.

Johnny,


there's nobody to claim the body or...
or pay for the funeral.

Then what happens?


There's a place where
unclaimed bodies go for burial.

Is it nice? And don't treat me
like I'm some dumb kid.


Uh, it's not great.

No, no.

Gary's gonna get
better than that.

I'll claim the body.

I'm sorry, you can't.


I gotta go to the bathroom.


Johnny?

Johnny!


Johnny!


Thaxton should have
his license yanked.

The sloppy bastard.

Give me specifics.

Well, he used the bone saw
in such a way

I can't even tell which rib
he was talking about.

And I haven't seen a report,
have you?

- No.
- No!

And wherever the stomach contents are,
they're not here.

Uh, the organs weren't sectioned.

They were all just dumped
into this bucket.

What the hell am I supposed to do with
this contaminated mess?

This had to be deliberate.

Don't get paranoid. Just find a way
to confirm Thaxton's results.

I'll prove he's
a lyin' sack of garbage.


Where's Nigel?

He's around somewhere.
Why?

That hot new scanner of his.


This thing better work.

I've got no other way of
checking that slob's results.

Have faith in the scanner, love.

Oh, by the by,

the Montgomerys' little girl
was pickled in Ecstasy.

Also cocaine.

Enough to k*ll her?

Alas, no.

So we must continue our quest.


Hey, guys, um,


I'd like some good news.

Uh, the Montgomerys
are suing me.

Just you?

Me, the department,
Emergency Services, the nightclub,

all to the tune of
fifty million dollars.

I told you.

It's a thing of beauty.

Rotate to her right side.


You see what I see?

- Mmm.
- What?

What do you see?

Make a copy
for the District Attorney.

Garret, this is new technology.

Untested, probably inadmissible.

Hello?

We're not a private fiefdom, Jordan.
We have to share.


I'm drowning here.

I am just drowning.

Cynthia's injury couldn't have been
caused by the accident.


No way this rib was broken
in a head-on collision.


It was caused by...


constriction.

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Lemme go!

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- Agh!
- Come here!


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Come here!

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Agh!


Then I k*lled her.


You gettin' out or not?


I don't know what this is
gonna prove, Jordan.

Look, maybe nothing, but it can't hurt
to know what really happened that night.

Just walk me through it.

When I first got here,
there were bodies everywhere.

It was chaos.

Cynthia Montgomery's SUV
was right over there.

Okay, where was she?

She was back over here.
She was fighting bystanders back.

She was furious.
I... I... I had to get control of her,

so I grabbed her...

from behind.

Show me how.


Like this.

Uh-huh.

She was struggling and
I was trying to calm her down.


I told her I was a police officer and
that she had to calm down

and she scratched me.


- Woody, Woody, that's enough...
- I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

You okay?

- You okay?
- Yeah.

Yeah, yeah. The good news is
I don't think I broke a rib.

So why the fury?

What was she mad about?

Uh, I don't know, but...

the bouncer said that when she came,
she was pretty pissed off.

Okay, tell me what he said.

Uh, according to him,
she parked right over here.

She came up to him right there.

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I need to go inside for a just a minute.
I'm looking for somebody.

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No line jumping.
Club rule.

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What is your problem?!
Do you know who I am?!

She was all worked up
about something.

Crying, angry.

She was looking for somebody.

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I could buy this place and have you fired,
you piece of white trash.

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- Calm down...
- Hey, you son of a bitch...

He wouldn't let her in,
and she pulled the whole

"Do you know who I am" routine.

And obviously, he didn't...
or he just didn't care.

No, so she's still
goin' off on him,

calling him "white trash,"
threatening to have his job,

and then she just stops.


She looks up at the line
and she gets real quiet,

sort of like
she made a decision.


Or found who she was
looking for.

Maybe it wasn't random.

Maybe she was aiming at
one specific person.

That would explain it.

The first victim fell here.

And another one.

Third and fourth over here.

All in a straight line, except for

the last one, over there.


Why'd she turn?


The tread marks.

Yeah, she swerved
and changed direction.


So who was he?

I don't know.

But she was willing to
k*ll four people to get to him.


This office can only certify
it's a constriction injury.

We're not in a position to say
what caused it.

There's news video of Detective Hoyt
squeezing the girl from behind.

If you deliver a scapegoat
to the Montgomerys,

do you think they'll make a large
contribution to your next campaign?


I'm convening a grand jury.

Tell Doctor Cavanaugh
to expect a subpoena.


I lost the little boy.

He ran off.

Well, did you find out what his
relationship to the dead man was?

Not really.
I talked to Missing Persons.

They said given the circumstances,
they couldn't even take a report.

- Lily, I...
- No, Garret, we need to find him.


If... if I... if I just knew
where Gary Staines spent his time...


All the kid wants is for his friend
to have a decent burial.

Nobody to claim the body?


Alright, get Bug to help you.

Oh, thank you, Garret.
I knew that you...

What?
Had a heart in here somewhere?


This is the victim
you were asking about.

Thomas Harrison the fourth.

Ah, from the other side of
the tracks.

He took the impact right there,
below the right buttock.

Trying to jump out of the way.

And didn't quite make it.

Tox screen?

Ecstasy and cocaine.
What are you looking for?

I'm not even sure yet.

Real sorry Woody got caught up
in all of this.

He's a good guy.

Yeah.


Elaine, do you have any idea
what could have caused this bruising?

Not yet.

Could you hit the lights?


I know it wasn't
caused by the accident.

It certainly wasn't,

but Cynthia Montgomery had
exactly the same thing.


Want me to try to
pin it down for you?

You and I will probably never pal around
together, but I'm not the enemy.


Thanks, Elaine.


- Hi.
- Hey.

Oh, uh, Mister Staines
d*ed from a heart att*ck,

the kind you just keel over from.

He probably didn't even
feel any pain.

Eh, is there any way he can, eh,

you know, lead us
to the little boy?

I'm on it.

This here is a Cyranose Three-twenty.

It may tell us
where Gary's been lately.

How?

It's an electronic sniffer.

You program in a database
of digitized smells

and the polymer matrix absorbs
the vaporphase analyte

and it identifies it
using a series of... / English.

Okay, according to this,
Mister Staines is...

a... a gorilla.


Piece of junk.

Well, don't blame
the machine yet.

I mean, after all,
there are gorillas in Boston.


Uh, this explains it.

Gorillas don't like changes
in their environment.

They get scared and they give off
a stench that you could gag on.

Ah.


So Gary must have hung out
somewhere around here.

Uh-huh.


Looks like the little kid's
determined to

give Gary a proper sendoff, isn't he?

I'd pay for his funeral myself
if I could afford it.


Constriction marks?
What did this?

Not you.

Then I didn't k*ll her.

So what'd you find out?

Cynthia and Thomas were at the house
all afternoon that day.

The east wing is hers.
She has her own staff of servants.

They didn't seem to like her
very much.

Ah, nothing like bad blood
to get people talkin, huh?

Uh, the servants didn't hear much
until about six thirty

when they got into a huge,
screaming fight.

Thomas left.
Cynthia was furious.

Fight's good.
That helps.

Yeah, but um,
it's not gonna be enough.

Jordan, I was kinda hoping that maybe
you could find your way inside,

poke around a little bit.

Uh-huh.

Yeah, and how do you suggest
that I do that?

Oh, I don't know.

Um, you're pretty good at
breaking and entering.

I've actually seen you do it
a number of times,

and how about the fact that your
grandmother is their best friend?


Jordan,


I spoke to Nigel, and...

- Oh...
- he told me a few things and...

I'm really sorry that you come
from a privileged background.

That's rough, it really is.
But...

again, how hard is it
gonna be for you to get inside?

Your predicament is
making you sarcastic.

I like it.


Ask your grandmother to take you
to the wake with her.

Oh, I would rather have my eyelids pierced
than ask her for anything.

Oh, I see.
Okay, so when it's about Jordan,

you're willing to blast
your way through hell,

but when it's not about Jordan,
we're all on our own.

- Is that it?
- Woody, that was just a joke.

Jordan, I thank you
for your help.

And just in case
it went past you,


that was sarcasm.


Yes, I am going to
Cynthia's wake tomorrow.


Why do you ask?


I'd like to go with you.


What, to pay your respects?


Mrs. Montgomery seems like a...
a nice person.


So, uh, you must have
known Cynthia, as well.

Yes.


Look, uh,


Dad told me that I used to play
with the Montgomerys when I was little.


Your mother and Howard's sister
were close friends.


I don't remember any of that.


I do remember you,
up until I was about eight,

and then you just disappeared.

You want the truth?

Yeah.

I assume that your father has...
told you about your mother's illness.

Yeah, sort of.

Well, Max and I disagreed
on how to handle it.


He didn't want my advice.


And your mother backed him up.


That's not what my dad told me.

He's still trying to protect you.


Maybe he's just protecting himself.

No, don't be harsh on him.


He separated you from me and Mom
and you're defending him?


We all did the best
that we knew how.

No regrets?


Enough regrets to sink a battleship,


but no hard feelings
against your father.


Look, I need to get into the Montgomerys'
house to clear Detective Hoyt.

The evidence to prove that he didn't
k*ll Cynthia is in that house.

You want me to countenance a massive
abuse of hospitality at a time like this?

We don't have to put it that way.

Howard and Mary are grieving
the loss of their child.


I mean, she was difficult,
she was headstrong, but...

she might have grown up
if she hadn't lost the chance.


It happens that way sometimes.


Grandma, Woody Hoyt
is a good man.

He doesn't deserve this.


Please.


Jordan, I appreciate how difficult
it is for you to ask me that.

I'm sorry,


but the answer is no.


Hey, Garret.

Where have you been?


Burning bridges.


I'm gonna hope
that's a figure of speech.

Listen, the District Attorney's
on the warpath.

Walcott wants to follow the Montgomerys
around with a shovel and a bucket.

Something broke
that girl's rib, Jordan.

Some force shoved it
into her liver.

Walcott'd be negligent
if she didn't investigate.

Railroading is not investigating.

Elaine, uh, any luck?

The bruises remain a mystery,
but this might interest you.

I took an icroscopic slide, and
judging from the inflammatory reaction,

I'm estimating the wound was
to hours old at the time she d*ed.

That's kind of a wide range.

And doesn't exonerate
Detective Hoyt.

Nigel is trying to refine the data.

I gave it to him so that
you could trust the results.


Thank you.


Um,


did the shipment go out early?

Uh, oh.

Yeah, your mystery man.

Yeah, he was picked up
a bit ago.

By who?

Ellery Funeral Home.

What?


I'm not making it up.


Lily, Bug.

Who's paying for
Gary Staines' funeral?

I... I have no idea.

You went looking for
the little boy, didn't you?

I... I think I know
where he'll be tomorrow afternoon.

Lily, this child needs more than
the Medical Examiner's Office can provide.

I know. I just...


Take a social worker with you.


Will you give me a minute?

Of course, dear.


Hey.


This is where Gary hung out.


He was nice to everybody.


He didn't ask for money.

He helped people.

He listened.

It's not right
nobody showed up.

You can invite them
to his funeral.


Really?

Really.

Will you tell me
where you live?


Will Gary have
flowers and everything?


My name really is Johnny.

Well, Jonathan.

Gary called me Johnny Rocket.


He was...


he was...


such a great...


guy.


I'm sorry, but
you left me no choice...

and I don't mind making a scene.


Well,


least you know how to dress
for the occasion.


What are you doing?


I told you, looking for evidence.

That's despicable.

I had no choice.

Well, you leave me no alternative
but to get Howard and Mary up here.


You have no idea
how sorry I am about this.

Have Mister and Mrs. Montgomery
meet me at the Twentieth Division.

They may want to
bring an attorney.


Works like a Chinese finger trap.


The more you struggle to get free,


the tighter it becomes.

And if you get tired of gasping for breath,
you can loosen it yourself.

What you're suggesting
is preposterous.


I know this isn't pleasant for you,
Mister Montgomery,

but this man is being blamed for
something that's not his fault.


All of this stuff is used by people
known as constriction fetishists.

Having their breath cut off heightens
the sexual experience for them.

This is the point of
maximum compression.

It matches the location
of the broken rib.

These items that you think will
destroy our case, you stole them.

No court in this country will
consider them admissible evidence.

You can argue that position
at a motion hearing.

A judge will probably
agree with you.

But the second
you open your mouth,

all of this goes on public record.


Is that what you really want?


Howard, make it go away.


Hoyt,

you can pick up your badge and g*n
from the watch commander.


Thank you, sir.

Are we on the same page?


I don't want to see this
in the press.

No, none of this
leaves this room, sir.


Doctor Cavanaugh?

I'm actually known for my ability
to keep my mouth shut.


Jordan,


so it's all over?

Isn't it?


Yeah, it's over.


So he's a rich kid?

Mmm, you should see
where he lives.

You could put the statehouse
in the entrance hall.

So big his parents don't notice
he's missing half the time?

His mom and dad are never home.

I don't mean they're at work.
I mean they're in Iceland or Tibet.

Hmm.

So what happens now?

Children's Services is
taking care of it.

Just what you didn't want.
Sorry.

Ugh, are you kidding me?


They're not gonna put a kid that rich
in a group home.


Well, you did a good thing, Lily.

Mmm.


Gary Staines made him
feel like he mattered,


like somebody cared.


In the end, that's all any of us
really wants, right?


Yeah.


Oh, I talked to
the funeral home today.


They got a cashier's check
and instructions.

They have no idea
who's paying for the funeral.

That's odd.

Yeah.

I thought maybe
it was somebody here.

I suppose it's possible.

I thought maybe it was you.


Did you?



The investigation has completely
exonerated Detective Hoyt.


The final determination is that


Cynthia Montgomery's death
was a tragic accident.


- I'm sorry...
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- Turn it off.



Thanks, no.


Refill?


Grandma says that it was you
who pushed her away.


Your mother's illness didn't
come from nowhere, Jordan.


She and your grandmother
had problems.

Well, that's pretty normal.

Nothing's normal
when you're mentally ill.

I was trying to protect you.

From my grandma?

From the other side of the family.

They didn't do your mother
much good.

The thing is, though, Dad,

I mean, that should have been
my choice.

It's your choice now.
Then, it was mine.


What's up?

So?

The review board has cleared me
of all charges,

thanks very much to you, Jordan.

You saved my butt.


I know, I never thought it would happen,
but I think I cleared my debt.

I really hate feeling beholden,
don't you?

Admit it, you were
worried about me.

- Come on, say it.
- Well, I was... I was afraid that

you would just move back to Wisconsin
and become a cheese farmer.

Yeah, yeah, fields of waving Camembert,
no one fun to talk to.

Say it.


I'd've missed you.


You bring a certain charm
to the occasion.


You know,
you're a good guy, Woody.

You should be
ashamed of yourself, Max.

I know what you're
about to tell me.

You're about to tell me
to back off,

that Jordan is
a handful of trouble,

that I should just keep on moving
without stopping.

Well, I was actually
gonna tell you

I'm glad things worked out
the way they did.

But you might want to listen to
the little voice inside your head.