05x09 - Death Goes On

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Medical Examiners in Boton.

I get you.

Come on, Seely.

You know you want me
so bad you could cry.

What do we got?

I ran the plates.
Car belongs to a Laura Bennett.

Been here a while...

When was she reported missing?

She wasn't.

Hiker found the car.

No body?

Uh-uh.

Plenty of blood, though.

No corpse, no sign of foul play.

Why are we here?

Passenger side.

One b*llet, I'd say a . .

Buckets of blood, no body, no g*n.

I'm supposed to identify this
as my friend Sammy?

Look at the clothes.

Is that what Sammy was wearing
when you sh*t him?

Can I get him for slander?

Did your guy Sammy
have a ring like that?

I'm a businessman.

Sammy kept my books.

You're a thug, and Sammy ran
your prostitution operation.

Do you recognize the ring?

Yeah, I gave it to him.

For luck.

But I guess it didn't work.

This is Hoyt.

This time I want that bastard.

Okay, can I get that address?

bodies in years.

Cops, rivals, witnessess,
men, women, and children.

You don't want him
any worse than I do.

Good.

Macy.

All right.

Got another case.

This is important, Garret.

Nigel, get a field kit and
meet me at the elevators.

I know that.
I'm on it.

Kristin Bishop, .

No signs of forced entry.
Back door was unlocked.

Who found the body?

Anonymous tip.
sh*ts fired.

All done, Dr. Macy.

Okay, we've got one sh*t to the head,
at least three to the chest.

Husband?

Name on the mail is Henry Bishop.

We're trying to find him.

Hey!

Hey!
Hey, you can't go in there!

Kristin!
Kristin!

Hey, come here!

Patrick.

Hey!

Patrick?

Patrick.

Patrick!

Mom!

I don't see anything wrong, Mr. Bishop.

But you should have your doctor
take a look at him just to be sure.

I'm sorry, I need to ask
you some questions.

Uh, my name is Henry Bishop.
I'm...

a speech pathologist.
I work at Mercy General.

Were you there this morning?

Yes.

Any idea who could've done this?

Either your wife let the k*ller in,
or he had a key.

Mr. Bishop.

I have nothing else to say.

If you're not going to cooperate...

then could you swab him?

He touched her, so he's
contaminated, regardless.

I'll test him for GSR.

Yeah.

What kind of person suddenly
disappears from a regular life,

and nobody even notices
that she's gone?

Yeah, what kind of person sh**t you
and then runs off with your body?

Somebody who doesn't
want us to find it.

Yeah, well, whatever happened,
we need to figure out when.

Well, the car's been there at least
since before these leaves fell.

It's very scientific.

And a three-month window's
not very helpful.

You guys find anything?

used condoms,
one pair of flip-flops,

and a rotting bear carcass.

Oh, and, uh, drag marks.

Like somebody tried to drag
something up the slope.

Any blood?

Not yet.

May not. There's been a lot of
precipitation since October.

Mm.

Hey, we got a hit.

This set of prints
on the driver's door?

Roger Carruthers.

Lives / of a mile from here.

Laura's dead?

When did you see her last?

What Andrea...

five or six weeks ago?

The eighth of November.

Is that when she...

Uh, yeah, that's the assumption.

Did you know her well?

Why are your fingerprints
on her driver's door?

When she left here that night,
I saw her to her car.

You want to know
who had motive...

Laura's sister was k*lled
five years ago, by her husband.

I interviewed both of them, in depth.

Laura and her self-justifying
brother-in-law.

Why?

I'm making a documentary
about domestic v*olence.

The police were called
out to your house

six times during your marriage.

I'd assume that
you would have...

That's Bill Patterson.

I was the M.E. on the case,
testified at his trial.

Jenny knew how to
push my buttons.

And, uh, she wouldn't stop.

She'd just keep at it.

So it was your wife's fault
that you got violent?

Oh, he's a pig.

He got acquitted?

No. Hung jury.

Charges were never refiled.

Do you have any footage of Laura?

Jennifer Bennet Patterson
Beloved Wife, -

I spoke with Laura Bennett,

Jennifer's sister, who,
after five years,

is still trying to come to terms
with her sister's death.

There... there are these markers.

When the police told me
my sister was dead...

when the jury couldn't
reach a verdict...

when the D.A.'s office said
they wouldn't retry Bill.

What do you mean, markers?

Those...

moments... that overshadow
everything in-between.

Sometimes I can't even remember
the in-between.

Oh, whoa.

One of us is in a big hurry.

What's yours?

Oh, uh, observing an interview.

God, what is yours?

Chasing a whiff of corruption...

Not involving your friend
Detective Hoyt.

Ah, well, this time try to
get your facts straight.

I got my facts straight last time.
Why are we arguing about this?

Look, I just really hate your job.

Becasue it gets in the way of you
protecting your friends?

I'm late.

Brandau, hi.

We couldn't get this guy
on his wife's m*rder, but...

we'd sure love
another cr*ck at him.

Did he k*ll his sister-in-law, too?

I didn't k*ll Laura.

I haven't even seen her
since my trial.

You own a g*n?

Uh, no.

But Laura did.

But you haven't seen her,
so how would you know that?

She bought it for my wife.

I made Jenny give it back.

Where were you on the night
of November eighth?

County Jail.

Marty? It's Jeffrey.
Check this name for me?

William Patterson.

Was he in County lockup
on November eighth?

- Yeah, I'll hold.
- Well, a neightbor...

called the cops about a fight
I was having with my girlfriend.

Cops wouldn't listen,
and they took me in.

Oh, please. They don't arrest
unless there are signs of injury.

We don't arrest on a domestic beef
unless there are visible injuries.

Thank you.

Okay, thanks.

Misdemeanor domestic.

Well... never touched her.

Two black eyes and a cracked rib.

She bails him out,
then refuses to press charges.

You know, there are
lots of nice guys.

All right, Mr. Patterson,
you're free to go.

You.

You almost got me convicted.

Yeah, well, I sure as hell tried.

When I autopsied your wife,
I found two cracked ribs,

a broken arm, a fractured wrist.

The cow was really clumsy.

What did you to Laura Bennett?

I didn't do anything to that bitch.

You had a jury of morons.

Next time you won't be so lucky.

It's a... it's a
nice interview technique.

Well, he's got an alibi.

No, we don't know
it was the eighth.

There... there's no "we" here.

You do your job,

and I do mine.

Uh, ahem.

Uh, Dr. Cavanaugh?

- Yeah.
- Can I ask you a question?

Sure.

It's about, uh, Miss Lebowski.

Lily?

Uh, well, I, uh...

I mean, she's very, um...

well, anyway, what I mean...

is she seeing anyone?

Or, uh...

What?

Not the right time?

Not the right person.

Well, who should I ask?

My father...
Laura Bennett - Missing Month

was a doctor.

His patients thought
he was a saint.

He was a monster.

And Jenny married someone
just like him.

Jenny always lied about it,

even to me.

It was always,

"Oh, I ran into a door,"
or, "Oh, I fell off a ladder."

Jenny was a terrible liar.

Jenny was incredibly clumsy.

operator.

Please help me!

Send somebody,
he's going to k*ll me!

Please help me!

Help!

Ma'am? Ma'am?

Are you there, ma'am?

Ma'am?

Trace Evidence: Kristin Bishop

How many g*nshots total?
Trace Evidence: Kristin Bishop

Five.

It's a bit of overkill.

Well?

Leaning on us isn't gonna
make it go any fater, Renee.

My investigators think
they've found a witness.

Who's afraid to talk.

I just need enough
to arrest McCourt,

get him off the streets
while we work on him.

Give me something.

I'll give you what I find.

What a job you have.

Hey, you guys.

Henry Bishop's alibi hold up?

He clocked in at the hospital,

but no one can say
he was there continuously.

Dr. Macy, no g*nsh*t
residue on her husband.

Could've scrubbed it off.

Nigel...

What?
What is it?

It's a bit of plastic.

CSU didn't find anything
to match that?

No.

Take it back to Bishop's apartment

and see if you can
find the rest of it.

Bishop Apartment

I'm not seeing anything broken.

Me neither.

Could it be part of a phone?

Yeah, I guess.
Why?

Well, there's a jack here, a phone book
on the desk, but no phone.

That's odd.

I thought I saw something in that.

Is that what I think it is?

Someone's listening, you know.

I don't give a damn!

You know what this means?

Whoever is on
the other end of that...

heard the m*rder,
maybe even did the m*rder,

and they've probably
got it on tape.

So do we.

That's a PRD- .

There's a five gigabyte
backup file in it.

Does that mean
what I think it means?

Yeah.

We can hear it, too.

You hear that?

We're coming after you.

Hey.

Bishop's house is wired.

Nigel's downloading
the backup file.

Puts a whole new spin
on things, doesn't it?

Who's interested in him and why?

Don't know.

Did you find anything that
matched the piece of plastic?

No, but we're pretty sure there's
a phone missing from the living room.

Why would you sh**t somebody
and take her phone?

I've found two items
of overwhelming interest.

Is one of them the m*rder?

Play it.

Henry's not there,
but come on in.

So it was someone she knew.

What are you...

No.

No!

She tried to call .

He stops her.

She hits him with the phone.

The first sh*t hit the phone and
drove that shard of plastic into her scalp.

Never said a word.

Why'd he take the phone?

Well, she hit him with it.
So, it's got his hair, skin,

blood, something on it.

So it's somebody who
watches Forensic Files.

This isn't getting us anywhere.

But this seems to have been
from just a few days ago.

What I told you the other day?

It got around...

I didn't tell anybody
but you, Henry.

Well, I didn't tell anyone.

I hope not...

I'd hate to have
to come after you.

Whoever installed the tap
heard that thr*at and did nothing.

And so now Kristin Bishop's here
instead of with her little boy.

Can you trace the tap
to its source?

Of course I can.

Why did Seely send us this stuff
instead of telling us

he was going to search
Laura Bennett's house?

We could've gone with him.

He didn't want us there.

I so do not like that guy.

Nobody likes him.

Look at these.

Hey, do you know what,
uh, Rosie's is?

No.

I am so not doing this.

Well...

Hey, Jordan...

Yeah?

Laura Bennett bought gas
on November ninth.

She was still alive
on the ninth?

That puts Bill Patterson
back in the picture.

Yeah... so to speak.

All right, all right.

Uh, Dr. Macy?

I'm sorry, what's your name?

Uh, Branday.
I was looking for, uh,

Miss Lebowski, but she doesn't
seem to be in her office.

And, uh, I...

Why don't you try reception?

Uh-oh.

Whoo.

Uh...

I seem to be having
a little trouble breathing.

Let's sit down, come on.

Take it easy.
Are you sick?

Uh, yeah, but that's just
a chronic thing.

It's not that...

She, uh...

Well, you know her, I mean...

Am I her type?

Why don't you
put your head down.

And just... just...

just breath nice and deep.

Slow breaths.

- I'm so sorry.
- Head down.

- Keep breathing.
- Yeah.

Nice and easy.

Everything's gonna be fine.

And here, drink this.

Oh, I actually don't
drink very much.

You can't even ask a woman out.
Drink up.

I'm a doctor.

"Please try to understand
how hard this is for me.

Since my sister's death,

I've been locked in a dark place
I thought I'd never get out of."

There's no salutation.

"Until I met you.

You brought me back into the light.

I know we were wrong
to fall in love,

because you're married.

But I love you so much.

Please don't end what we have."

She was seeing some married guy.

And I think I know who it was.

Carruthers, Roger

Miss Lebowski.

Jeffrey.

I was looking for you, but
you're not in your office.

And, uh...

That's because I'm in here.

Ahem.

So you are.

Well, I brought you...

Narcissuses.

Narcissus.

I had 'em.

And I left them, uh...

Have you been drinking?

What?

Why would you say that?

Um,

I wouldn't use words
like what and why

if you're trying to hide
the smell of booze.

I, um...

have an appointment.

Bridging Communication Barriers
with Picture Based Language
Article by Henry Bishop

I thought you were tracing the tap.

Well, it's not instantaneous, you know.

You have to locate
the DCS on the LAN segment.

Then it has to be traced back
through hundreds of miles of

broadband wires and routers to
figure out where the data's being sent.

You had to ask.

So we thought we'd cull as much
information as we we could

on Henry Bishop.

He is a speech pathologist,
like he said,

pretty much single-handedly started
the child clinic at Mercy General.

Yeah, he works with kids with
speech impairments, cleft palates...

We haven't found anything that explains
why his house would be bugged.

Maybe we can answer that
once the trace is done.

Let me know.

I think we can answer that now.

Son of a bitch.

What?

"Mirs. Bishop is survived by her sons,
Orbituary -Colleen Bishop-

Henry Bishop and Thomas McCourt."

They're brothers?

Half-brothers.

Different fathers.

My people told me
you're tracing our wire,

so I thought I should check in.

You heard McCourt thr*aten Bishop,

and you didn't do
one damn thing about it.

I offered protection to him
and his family,

he said, let me quote,

"Thomas is my brother, he'd never
do anything to hurt us."

Maybe he didn't know what
McCourt was capable of,

but you did, you do.

There's been nothing in
Thomas McCourt's history

to indicate he'd go
after a family member.

It's on the tape!

You got his wife k*lled, Renee.

You sanctimonious bastard.

Why didn't you just tell me that
Bishop was McCourt's brother?

And how exactly would
that have helped?

One of the reasons we haven't been
able to get out ahead of McCourt,

there's a leak.

In my office, your office, the cops...

Does Henry Bishop actually know
anything about his brother's opertaion?

He has information we can use,
but he won't talk.

Well, would you?

His wife's dead.
Is his son next?

You want to rant,
or you want to help?

Are you sure
he knows something?

Yes.

Okay, can you bring him here
in about an hour?

Ah...

Assembling a team for
Mission Impossible, huh?

Oh, yeah.

Could I be the guy
who wears the masks?

Again with the masks?

Okay, Roger Carruthers.

Why did you want me
to dig up dirt on him?

One m*rder.

Two suspects.

Him, I know all about.

Carruthers...

I don't, hence the request.

Okay.

Uh, Roger's your basic loser.

He ran yards for a game-winning
touchdown years ago,

hasn't done a damn thing since.

Yeah, but they have money.
Where'd it come from?

His wife's trust fund.

They got married five years ago.

No children.

No liens, no debts, no priors.

Is that enough?

Could be motive.

Nobody likes to lose a free ride.

Is he, uh, having it off
with the victim?

Somebody was.

He's the likeliest candidate.

Why?

She didn't get out much,
and when she did,

it was to visit
Carruthers and his wife.

The wife know about it?

Oh, I have no idea.

Talk about complicated relationships...

Here are the rest of them.

Thanks.

Nice flowers.

Actually, those are yours.
That, um, that ADA brought 'em.

Hmm.

What do you think of him?

I think he's very smooth.

Cause I...

I was starting to like him,
but I...

I think he came in drunk.

In the middle of the day.

I don't know.

Lily.

I gave him the drink.

Why?

Because he was practically
passing out from fear.

I mean, he...

he wants to ask you out.

I know.

This is number three...
Matty O'Brien.

He was when he d*ed.

I understand you grew up
with Matty.

Here' Benny Parker.

Found a witness against your brother,
and they both ended up dead.

There's Esther Wilson.

Richard Dobbs.

Here's George Brown,
Davey Perello...

Sit down, Mr. Bishop.

This is cruel.

I don't need this.

Then help us stop him.

You've have years to stop him,
and still, there he is.

Let me show you something.

Your brother k*lled
all these people, Mr. Bishop,

because they knew too much...

Or to send a message.

Here's the message he sent to you.

Kristin.

Look...

Do you have any idea

how hard it was for me
to make a life for myself?

To distance myself from my brother?

Your son was home.

Did he watch his mother die,

or did he find her
in three pints of her own blood?

You know your brother did this.

Of course I know he did it.

Don't you understand?

He'll k*ll my son.

I've been looking for you, Henry.

I heard about Kristin.

I'm sorry, kid.

Could you use some help
with the expenses?

We're done, Thomas.

Stay away from me.

You come near Patrick,
I'll k*ll you.

Stay with him.

Nobody's arresting me?

I guess that means
I'm free to go.

Who else could it be
but Roger Carruthers?

His prints are the top ones
on her car door,

and we only have his word
about how they got there.

Wait, so you're saying
he k*lled her to keep his wife

from finding out
he was shtupping her?

It happens.

Yeah, by the way,

Bill Patterson flew to Chicago
an hour after he got bailed

out of jail on the ninth.

Okay, the phantom lover's
likelier, anyway.

Look, Laura's body could be
buried on Carruthers' property.

I'm thinking cadaver dogs.

For which I need a warrant.

For which I need more than
your hunch that...

that Roger Carruthers is a hound.

We could at least talk to the guy.

Jordan,

you want to be a cop?

Take the test.

Hey, I've got a timeline for Laura
Bennett's last months on this earth

based on her receipts and records.

Laura Bennett's house.

Roger Carruthers' house.

And this is a gas station she stopped
at times in the last three months.

Well, where was she going?
What's out there?

Pine Grove Cemetry.

I looked it up,

her sister's buried there.

Okay, so Laura was going out there
to visit her sister's grave.

Did you find out what Rosie's is?

This is Rosie's Bait Shop...

Rosie's Fresh Flowers...

And this...

is Rosie's bar.

You'll notice it's near
the route between the two houses.

Rosie's Bar

I knew you were one of us.

So I take it it wasn't your husband
who was seeing Laura.

Laura...

was very appealing.

People can't help
who they're attracted to.

For me, it's lost waifs.

So, Laura was the latest
in an ongoing series?

Yeah, I had no idea
she would take it so seriously.

Sure you did.

Lost waifs are needy people.

Needy people take every indication
of affection very seriously.

You a psychologist, too?

You didn't think this might be
relevant to the investigation?

Well, why would I?
I didn't k*ll her.

What about your husband?

Is he jealous?

Well, if he were, he would've
left a long time ago.

Your detective came out today
to talk to Roger,

and we gave him permission
to search the whole property.

Dogs and everything.

It was quite an operation.

They didn't find anything.

There's nothing to find.
We didn't k*ll her.

I concentrated on the area
around Bishop's apartment.

It's about two square blocks.

I paid seven homeless people
to go dumpster diving for me.

Whose money did you use?

Yours.

This is what we came up with.

So, if Mrs. Bishop hit
McCourt with the receiver,

and if one of these
is the right phone...

You're the one who sent me out
on the wild goose chase... / Calm down.

Where's the piece of plastic?

It's a possibility.

We've got McCourt's DNA on file
from the previous cases.

Go get it while I swab this, will ya?

Sure.

Okay, okay, here we go.

Well?

Dr. Macy, say something.

It's a match.

Thomas McCourt's DNA
is on this phone.

So finally.
We've finally got the bastard.

I have made a lot of
arrests in my day,

but this is the big one.

This is the big megillah.
Gimme some, Dr. Macy.

Yeah, yes, that's
what I'm talking about.

There we go, yeah!

Excuse me.
This is Hoyt.

What?

What do you mean, dead?

So it's over.

I sh*t him, and it's over.

Where's your son?

In his room with an officer.

What happened?

Wait, wait...

Do you have a lawyer?

Don't say anything else
until you get one.

That's good advice.

Take him to his son's room.

Fell forward.

He sh*t him
in the back, didn't he?

Is that what happened, Garret?

It's a .

Entrance and exit wounds are
most likely indistinguishable.

Are you going where
I think you're going?

It will be my professional opinion
that b*llet entered his chest

and spun him around,
so that he fell on his face.

So all Bishop has to do is
say that McCourt att*cked him.

Which would make it
a clear case of self-defense.

I'm with you.

But, Garret...

Don't ever get self-righteous
with me again.

When Jenny d*ed,
I wanted to die, too.
Laura Bennett

I think I might've
k*lled myself, except...

I had to make sure
Bill didn't get away with it.

Do you think that
he intended to k*ll her?

Bill Patterson should've
been convicted.

I should've done a better job
testifying on the stand.

The only thing
that keeps me going

is the dream...

or the delusion...

that they'll find new evidence
and finally convict Bill.

But year after year goes by,
and...

nobody does anything.

She's right.

Nobody does anything.

Let's pull her sister's file
and go over everything again.

I mean, there's been a lot of advances
in DNA technology over the last five years.

Maybe we'll get lucky.

You aren't still suicidal, are you?

Most days, no.

Bug, the slug that we found
in Laura Bennett's car?

Where is it?

Everything's in her case file.

Hey, I've, uh, pulled
Jenny Patterson's file

and sent for the evidence
that's in storage.

I know what happened.
I know where she is.

Jennifer Bennett Patterson
Beloved Wife, -

"Sometimes We Cry" by Van Morrison ♪ Sometimes we know...

♪ Sometimes we don't

♪ Sometimes we give

♪ Sometimes we won't

♪ Sometimes we're strong

♪ Sometimes we're wrong

♪ Sometimes we cry

♪ Sometimes it's bad
♪ When the going gets tough

♪ When we look in the mirror

♪ And we want to give up
♪ Sometime we don't even

♪ Think we'll try
- Laura...
♪ Sometime we cry

My family has a cabin
on Lake Powell.

I've been staying there.

What happened that night?

The night you drove
your car off the road.

You know about...

You and Andrea?

I thought she loved me...

When she broke it off...

she was finished interviewing me.

You felt used?

Yes.

I went out to her house...

I begged, I cried...

I was pathetic.

There's an attractive quality...

Anyway, I went home,
and I tried to write her a letter.

But I couldn't finish it,

so the next day
I drove out to Andrea's...

But I didn't go in.

What was the point?

On the way back,
I ran off the road.

I decided to k*ll myself.

I had a g*n.

I pulled the trigger.

But I couldn't do it

and jerked the g*n away.

I guess I didn't really
want to die.

It grazed my head.

What a lot of blood
came from a graze.

Um, so that didn't work
out for me, either.

I came back here to try to put
the pieces back together.

I'm gonna have to
take you back.

People think you're dead.

We thought your brother-in-law
had k*lled you.

Since I've been out
at the cabin,

I've figured out how you know
when you're really loved...

It's when you...
see yourself reflected...

really reflected
in the other person's eyes.

And you know
it's the same for them.

Jenny is the only person
I've ever had that with.

I don't want to go back.

Ever?

Not yet.

I figured out what you were
doing with the slugs.

Okay.

You simulated a k*ll sh*t

and compared the flattening pattern
with the slug from the car,

and they didn't match.

So, is she still alive?

I don't know.
I couldn't find her.

Too bad.

But I do have something
else to show you.

This is the blouse that Jenny Patterson
was wearing when she d*ed.

These five marked areas...

Bill Patterson's skin cells.

Heavily concentrated
in those five places.

Yeah.

That's how you push someone
down the stairs.

So the son of a bitch kicked
his wife around for years,

and then finally k*lled her.

Gotcha, bastard.

Thanks, Bug.

Matt.

Lily.

Miss Lebowski.

Are you guys here on a case?

Dr. Cavanaugh wanted to see me.

Well, me, too.

Conclusive evidence
on an old case.

Yeah, but they always say that.

They think they're so smart.
It's one of those things...

Uh, Li...

Lily?

I wanted to tell you,
I don't drink.

Mm.

Apparently you do.

Well, special occations,
Miss Lebowski. I...

a promotion or, uh,
the High Holidays...

If you call me Miss Lebowski,

I'm gonna have to
call you Mr. Brandau.

Is that how you want it?

Well, I mean...

Thank you for the flowers.

You're welcome.

Um...

Do you want to, um...

Do you like flowers?

Where did you find
paperwhites in January?

Well, I just...
there's a... Oh!

Um, maybe you... we could...
I'm so...

Jeffrey?

Would you like to
have dinner with me?

Now.

Hey, Patterson.

Glad to see you got
your prison haircut.

Bitch.

Garret.

Haven't seen you around much
these last couple days.

You want to have a taste?

No thanks, I'm outta here.

Aren't you on duty till : ?

You have a nice night.

The Westfall Special Reserve.

The ' .

I'd fight off three burly
oenophiles to get this.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.
I, uh...

just don't really know if I'm
quite in the mood for booze, though.

Uh-huh, this is
not "booze," Cavanaugh.

This is the elixir of the gods.

Could you do me a favor, J.D.?

Look into my eyes.

What do you see?

Is this where I'm
supposed to say,

"Limpid pools so inviting
I want to dive right in and drown?"

I'm serious.

I see a pair of
darkly beautiful eyes

belonging to a woman...

who...

really wants half
this bottle of wine.

What did you want me to say?

It was just a question.

With you, it's never
"just a question."

There's always
something behind it,

under it, over it...

I failed the test, didn't I?