05x19 - Mysterious Ways

[bunniefuu]

You've got to listen to
this message from Jeffrey.

Okay, here it is.

But I had a goat cheese salad
for dinner last night,

which is crazy because, you know,
I'm alergic to soft cheeses.

But I know that you love it,
so I ate it.

Anyway, I never go anywhere
without a good antihistamine.

So the hives are almost gone.

Oh, listen, I have to break
our lunch date.

I gotta go down to Fitchburg,
take a deposition.

- Fitchburg.
- But, uh, I'll be back mid afternoon.

I'll call you tonight.

Okay, how adorable is he?

He's smart.
He's funny.

I mean, he's just...

perfect, you know?

Yeah, I'd be careful with that.

I mean, perfect's kind of
hard to live up to.

Well, I mean, perfect for me.

Oh, sorry.

Cavanaugh.

Dr. Cavanaugh?
We have emergency...

Lily, I'll catch you later.

Hey, guys.

Campers needed stones
to ring their fire.

Pulled some off of this pile
and stopped when they found her.

Lividity's set.

No decomp, so sometime
between ten and two.

All right, guys.
Let's get these rocks off of her.

Be careful.
It's all evidence.

Paterson, get a sh*t of this.

Oh, my God.

What, do you know her?

Isabel Haley.

Wait a minute.

What?

This call came into the desk
yesterday at around : p.m.

Hey, this is Hoyt

Who's the name of the woman
who wanted to report a m*rder?

Uh, just a second, Hoyt.

Her name is, uh...

Isabel Haley.

Okay. Thank you.

She didn't say anything else?

I just checked.
Maybe she got cold feet.

Anyway, she hung up.

How did you know her?

Same church.

Saint Mary's.

Were you guy close?

Nobody's close to her.
She's uh...

she's not like us.

She have enemies?

No. Uh...

She was touched by God.

She was a living saint.

Who could do this to her?

- Jordan...
- Yeah, I noticed that.

That meant she would have
bled profusely.

She wasn't k*lled here.

She had at least one enemy.

No, you don't understand.
She was...

She could perform miracles.

She could raise the dead.

You know, I'd buy healing the sick.

Raising the dead,
I'm a little dubious about.

Well, according to the story,
about six months ago,

a teenage boy was hit by a car.

Isabel Haley was nearby.

She cradled the kid
until the EMT showed up

and pronounced him dead.

Said prayers over him.

Made the signs of the cross
on his forehead.

And his eyes popped open,
and he rose and walked?

Yeah. At least, after a couple
weeks in the hospital.

I can't find an address
for this woman.

No driver's license.
No utilities in her name.

No voter registration.
Her priest doesn't know.

Did you find out
where she was k*lled?

No.

Why she wanted to talk
to a detective?

No.

Hey. You know this boy
who rose from the dead?

- He's here.
- Why?

Says he can't believe she's gone.

I was almost to the white light.

I saw a hand in front of me.

And a... a voice said...

"It's not your time."

And the light disappeared
and I opened my eyes and...

there was Isabel.

Do you know how she
brought you back to life?

Just had the gift.

Did she know
where it came from?

She... she never really
talked about it.

You'll find whoever
k*ller her, right?

Is there anything you know
that might help us to do that?

No, not that I can think of.

You know where she lived?

Yeah, in an apartment
near the church.

I can give you the address.

Isabel had so much
more good to do.

I cannnot believe
God took her away.

Oh, hey, Bug.

So where's the body?

Mmm, outside.

There are no balconies
on this building.

Luckily, he was wearing
a safety harness.

How is that lucky?
He's still dead.

I meant for us.

We don't have to scrape
him off the pavement.

Hmm.

Must have slipped and banged
his head against the window.

Sheldon Fuller.

"As needed for symptoms
of vertigo"?

Wow.

That's a bad career choice.

Sheldon Fuller.

?? driver's license,
a MasterCard,

a ten and four ones,
a grocery list.

You okay?

Yeah.

Okay, Sheldon Fuller.

Looks like he had a daughter.

Great.

Why would a guy with vertigo

take a job as
a high-rise window washer?

Sheldon Fuller's been
a cat burglar for years.

But... we were never able
to convict him.

Hi.

Well, he d*ed with his boots on.

What?

He was breaking into a penthous
apartment when he kicked.

No, impossible. He promised me
he was going straight.

Looks like he lied.

No... He didn't.

He was giving it up
for his daughter.

For love.

Love. Well, I guess that makes
all the difference, doesn't it?

What was that about?

Don't know. But if I were you,
I'd go find out.

Lily...

Am I missing something?

How was Fitchburg?

Well, I wouldn't want
to live there, but it was...

You got your deposition okay?

Yes.
Yes, I did.

So you weren't in Boston
at lunchtime?

Hmm? You weren't with
some slinky brunette

who couldn't keep
her hands off of you?

Uh...

No. No, it's not
some slinky brunette.

It was my mother.

But, uh...

I'll tell her that
you called her that.

It'll make her day.

Why wouldn't you just tell me
that she was in town?

Why would you lie?

Because then you'd want
to meet her.

And that would be bad because...

Because...

Because you're not Jewish.

- You're kidding.
- No. Why?

Are you Jewish, 'cause you
put mayonnaise on...

You're not allowed to date
outside your faith?

What my mother doesn't know
can't hurt me.

Oh, my God.

I am dating
a -year-old momma's boy.

No, wait. Wait.
Wait, look...

You do not know this woman.

I mean, seconds with her
can make you just sweat guilt.

Maybe I should change
my last name to Goldberg.

Would you?

No.

I was kidding.

Why did Isabel Haley
call the police?

What m*rder did
she want to talk about?

The answer has to lie there.

Probably.

Here is the easiest route
to Isabel's place.

Ah, thanks.
I'll meet you there.

Uh, Jordan...

I'm sorry, Nigel.
Could you just give us a second?

Oh, yeah. Okay.
I'll bring the jeep around back.

So what is it?

Why are you being this way?

What way?

I don't know.
All professional.

Like this is the first time
that we're working together.

What are you looking for, jokes?

Okay, this guy comes home
and he's got this chicken under his arm.

Sees his wife and she says...

I just want things
to be the way they were.

Well... the way they were when?

I mean, what point in our...
dysfunctional relationship

would you like to revisit?

I'm sorry. Okay?

An apology unsually works best

when the other person has
some clue what you're sorry about.

Me and Lu. I'm sorry that
you're not all right with it.

I'm fine.

It's confusing.

Lu says that anyone
would have issues with it.

Lu's wrong.

I'll, uh, tell you the rest
of the joke at the house.

Doctor Bowen?

Doctor Amy Bowen?

Yes.

I... I'm Doctor Vijay.

I just read the article in Newsweek

about your work
in Doctors Without Borders.

It was...
it was inspiring.

Thank you.

Uh, could you tell me what
the procedure is here?

I just got a call that
my father was brought in.

Oh, yeah. Um...

So sorry.
What was your father's name?

Sheldon Fuller.

I haven't talked to him
in eight years.

Well, when you're all over
the globe all the time...

I cut him out of my life.

Couldn't take it anymore.

Most charming man
that ever lived.

Every word out of
his mouth was a lie.

I found this in his wallet.

Caught that ball at Fenway.

Got the Sox into the playoffs.

Homer into left by Eddie Cannero.

Who?

Exactly.

He was gonna be
the next Yastrzemski,

but he blew out his knee.

Kept the ball in my dresser
with Malibu Barbie.

Till Dad pawned it.

I cried for a week.

When the breadwinner is a thief,

there are some
financial ups and downs.

You know,
according the D.A.'s office,

your fater's been
on a straight and narrow

for the past couple of years.

Grab his glasses.

Scratch the lens.

Filter.

It's for seeing
laser trip alarms.

It's really sweet of you
to think the best of him,

but some people don't change.

I'll have the funeral home
get in contact with you.

Mumbo jumbo.

I believe X.
You believe Y.

Neither one of us has a shred
of evidence to back it up.

But we're willing to
k*ll each other over it.

What is he
yammering on about now?

Science versus mystery
and mumbo jumbo.

Maybe we'll get lucky and
this will be the crime scene.

Hands up.

Boston P.D.

Hands up!

Turn around.

Slowly.

Hands where
I can see them, Father.

Move toward me.

Slowly. Slowly.

Stop.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Please! Please!

Please don't make me
sh**t a priest.

- My identification.
- I'll get it.

Woody. Uh...

This passport...

he's from the Vatican.

My name, as you see,
is Father Edward Klausner.

I'm a postulator.

I'm sorry. I'm Catholic.

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

A postulator investigates
miracles in science.

So you're here to investigate
Isabel Haley's supposed miracles?

Yes.

When was the last time
you saw her?

Last night. We had a long
converstation at the church.

Then I left.

She stayed behind to pray.

- Time?
- : , : .

Anybody there but you two?

No.

I didn't k*ll her.

Just curious...
Do you really believe that

she performed these miracles?

Isabel herself didn't believe
she had the gift.

She was upset
about the attention.

She wanted me to prove she was
just an ordinary woman.

I don't think the proof's
in her underwear drawer.

If you'll excuse me.

So what now?

Blood.
A lot of it.

So the questions becomes

did Klausner really leave
when he said he did?

Yes.

Don't waste your time
suspecting me.

You said there was no one
else here when you left Isabel.

That's right.

And no one else could get in.

So as far as we know,

you were the last person
to see her alive.

I'll leave you
to your suspicions.

It's all coming together
quite nicely now, isn't it?

- What?
- What?

What are the chances that Isabel
Haley actually perforemed miracles?

Less than zero?

So alive, she's a problem.

But dead, and martyred to boot?

Well, then she becomes an asset.

Subsumed into the mythology
of sainthood, she becomes...

Do you ever listen to yourself?

The caretaker said he always
locks the doors at : p.m.

That means you can get out,
but you can't get back in.

And Klausner and Isabel
were the only people here.

Stop, okay?

'Cause the Padre's
got diplomatic immunity.

So let's just say
somebody k*lled her.

So somebody slammed her head
against this pew?

Find out if Klausner
had access to a car.

Mm-hmm. And then...

Somebody had to be able to
get back in to clean up.

Father Klausner
would certainly qualify.

If you want to get
a body out of here,

which door would you choose?

My guess would be
the one to the parking lot.

Okay, Nigel, you start here.
I'll start there.

We'll work towards each other.

Each hair, fiber, speck of dust.

Hey.

You find cause of death?

Heart att*ck.

Okay. Um...

Well, file closed.

I guess.

What?

I wanted it
to turn out differently.

Like he really did go straight.

I think it would have meant
a lot to his daughter.

The owner of the apartment
had some pretty nice stuff.

Wow. Is that a real Schnell?

Apparently so.

So this daughter...

I guess she'd be about ?

Mm-hmm.

How good-looking is she?

That good-looking?

Interesting.

What exactly are you looking for?

There it is.

A baseball?

Not just any baseball.

That's what he was looking for?

He was trying to get it back
for his daughter.

The prime suspect is a Vatican
priest with diplomatic immunity?

Poor Woody.

Hemorrhaging and white cells
in the head wound.

Injury occured several hours
before she d*ed.

Here's dirt in the bronchus
leading into the lungs.

So she was still alive when
she was buried under the stones.

Suffocated.

Hey, run all that trace
we got from the church?

Yeah.
Yeah, nothing that helps us.

However... and you might
find this interesting...

Isabel Haley...

never existed.

God sucks.

I... I know that it
feels that way...

Don't, don't.
Don't talk to me like that.

She was in such pain.

Mr. O'Reilly...

We could go and talk
in my office.

Yeah, and what good
is that going to do?

It's all over now.

Nobody would help her.

I'm thinking of you.

Her mother d*ed
when she was two.

And I was all she had
and I failed her.

I don't think that
you failed her, Mr. O'Reilly.

You did everything
that you could.

She suffered and she d*ed.
What exact...

what exactly would you call that?

It's not your failure.

Ah, God. You know,
I've been here minutes.

You're not helping.

I can't take the pain away,
but I can listen.

And what exactly would
you like me to say, hmm?

What am I supposed to say?

For you to listen to?

Have you lost a child?

Do you know how that feels?

No, but there are people that do.

There are... are support groups for people
in your situation that can...

Oh...

This... this is
what you've got?

I lost my daughter.

And you want
to give me brochures.

Is there a problem?

I say the same old things to people.
It doesn't help.

Doesn't make them feel better.
Doesn't...

ease their pain.

You should take a few days off.

Ooh. I'm...

Am I invisible?

Hi.

Lily Lebowski,

would you do me the honor

of having lunch with
my mother and me tomorrow?

Okay.

I wanted to get
my baseball signed.

Cannero was the new "it" kid.

You couldn't get close to him.

So how did you get
the signature?

Dad wrote letters.

Stood outside the stadium
in the rain.

Tried to talk his way
into the locker room.

And then finally,
he posed as Cannero's driver.

And he wouldn't let him
out of the car until he signed it.

I cut him out of my life
for years

and he d*ed trying to
get this back for me.

Maybe the guy who owns it now
will sell it back to you.

You work for
Doctors Without Borders,

you don't have a lot
of disposable income.

We could ask.

We?

Well, if he won't sell,

I can hold him down
while you steal the ball.

I couldn't find her fingerprints
in any database anywhere.

It doesn't mean
she never existed.

Uh, no birth certificate.
No school records.

No motor vehicle records
in any state whatsoever.

Okay, did you run a web search?

Yeah.

This is everything
on Isabel Haley.

What's this?

It's processing women who disappeared
before she showed up in Boston.

I fed in Isabel's age,

height, weight,
hair and eye color.

Hang on.

Can't be any of the mug sh*ts.

'Cause the prints
would be on file.

Wait.
Isn't this her?

Teresa Donovan.

Seattle, Washington.

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Here it is.

The ball you caught, hmm?

Put the Red Sox in
the playoffs that year.

Yes.

How old were you?

Ten.

Wow, that must
have been something.

You willing to part with it?

I would love to put this ball

back in the hands of
the kid who caught it.

For five grand.

What?

You mind telling us
what you paid for it?

bucks.

That's quite a profit margin.

Well, I am a greedy
son of a bitch.

This ball...

is one of her last
connections to her childhood.

Her father who d*ed recently...

I mean, he moved
heaven and earth

to get Eddie Cannero
to sign this for her.

Do you know what that meant
to a little girl?

Who loved baseball?

Wow.
Didn't think of that.

Ten grand.

Thank you for your time,
Mr. Sorenson.

This isn't over.

So, tell me about yourself.

- Where are you from?
- Mom, I told you. She's, uh...

from, uh, Pennsylvania.

Philadelphia?

Uh, Punxsutawney.

Sorry?

Punxsutawney.

Oh.

- Your family's still there?
- Mom...

Stop grilling her.

Darling, if you're
interested in her, then so am I.

Not yet.

Am I making you uncomfortable?

Not at all.

Good.

Good. Jeffrey needs
someone who's calm.

Someone who doesn't mind
his odd, little quirks and twitches.

You know,

like when he goes to bed,
his slippers have to be lined up

exactly even with
the leg of the nightstand.

His father thinks he's gay.

Uh,

- Elaine?
- Yes.

If you object to
my dating Jeffrey...

Oh. No, not at all.

I just wouldn't want it
to get serious.

Because you're all
wrong for him.

Forgive me, but I think
that's Jeffreys decision, not yours.

If he really cared
about you, dear,

he'd have said that
instead of leaving you

twisting in the wind
all by yourself.

Cheers.

I don't care if
it was a miracle or not.

But I found
a scientific explanation

why Josh Winter d*ed
and then lived.

On morgue time?

I get breaks.

Josh was hit by that van.

Tossed him around feet
and then the van sped off.

How fast on impact?

Uh, around .

Then he's lucky
he wasn't k*lled.

Yes, my point exactly.
He wasn't k*lled.

How is that possible, Nigel?
I'll tell you, Dr. Macy.

Front of the van was flat,

so the impact
was dispersed evenly.

And it was last February third.

Winter was minus .

Hypothermic metabolic suppression.

Yeah.

Josh's metabolism slowed
to nominal levels.

He appeared dead,
but he wasn't.

There was no miracle.

Isabel Haley was an ordinary woman.

Case closed.

Isabel gave me this.

I want it to be buried with her.

Josh...

Hey, Lu...

Hey.

Woody tells me that you think
I'm supposed to have

some kind of a problem
with you and him.

I want you to know I don't.

Everything's fine.

It's... not healthy to avoid
how you feel about things.

It's hard to get past issues
unless you face up to them.

No problems. No issues.
All friends.

I'll see you tonight.

I didn't know Josh was behind me.
I feel terrible.

For what, destroying
his entire belief system?

Yeah.
Makes me seem so...

Presumptuous.
Officious. Cruel.

- Don't hold back.
- Hey.

I know you love
Father Klausner as a suspect

'cause of your crazy theories.
But I got an alternative.

Less windup, more pitch.

I spoke to Seattle P.D.

Teresa Donovan,
AKA Isabel Haley...

The couple she k*lled had a son.

Steven Reynolds.

He's years old now,
and guess where he is.

I'm gonna say Boston.

Point, Cavanaugh.

I didn't k*ll her.

Convince me.
What were you doing in Boston?

Couple weeks ago, I saw
this article about miracles.

There was a picture of a woman
at an accident scene.

It looked like Teresa Donovan.

So you came here to...

See whether or not
it was really her.

You find her?

At the church.

She was arranging altar flowers.

And then?

I told her I knew who she was.

I knew she'd k*lled my parents.

What did she do?

She told me how sorry she was.

What her side of the story was.

What was that?

She and my father were...

involved.

He broke it off.
She snapped.

I thought she would deny she was
Teresa Donovan, but she didn't.

Well, how did you
leave it with her?

She told me she would
turn herself in.

And you believed her?

There was something about her.
She was so calm and...

And she made you feel...

I don't know.
I... I can't explain it.

Yes, I believed her.

So she kills your parents,

you track her down,

she's calm,

you let it go?

Would you mind giving us
a DNA sample?

If you didn't k*ll her,
it's not going to hurt you.

Steven Reynolds had means,
motive, opportunity.

I know you don't want to hear it,
but Klausner's a suspect, too.

But he didn't have any motive.

Unless you agree with Nigel's
crackpot riff on the Vatican.

Well, let's see.

Father Klausner finished
speaking with Isabel Haley...

But what if Nigel's right?

Klausner didn't leave.
Instead, he att*cked her.

If he k*lled her,
then they had to be here.

They had an argument and he smashed
her head against the pew.

I don't buy it.

There is no reason.

Okay, but if somebody else
had been here,

Klausner would have said so.

And the only place you can't be
seen is inside the confessional.

So Steven Reynolds
was hiding in there?

But lying in wait?

For what? How did he know
Isabel would be here?

Maybe he didn't.

Maybe he just came to light
a candle for his parents.

Got a flashlight?

Anybody could have
left that there.

No argument here.

Carbon?

Let's just hope
we get lucky with DNA.

Unless you got grand for me,

you're really wasting my time.

You do a lot of selling online.

You've racked up
customer complaints.

So?

So I tracked down
some of those people.

You soaked one guy
grand for this.

It's a Piguet, circa .

You knew anything about watches,
you'd know it's worth that much.

Sure.

But it was stolen last year
from a jewelry store display.

Well, I get all my stuff
from a dealer.

Huh, maybe.

And what about
this Louisville Slugger?

SIgned by Mickey Mantle in ?

You sold it to a kid
in Minnesota for bucks.

Yeah, it's a collector's item.

Mickey Mantle d*ed in .

You... ever been caught up in
a full-scale criminal investigation?

Cops poking around
in every nook and cranny.

Turning your life upside down.

You son of a bitch.

But not a greedy one.

All I want is that baseball.

How did you know it was
tears in that Kleenex?

Sodium content.

Guess a watched pot never boils.

Sometimes it does.

Okay, the DNA sample is...

a female.

Guess you're right. This has
nothing to do with the case.

This sample is a match for
someone here at the morgue.

What, like an employee?

No.

A body.

Meredith O'Reilly.

Could she have some connection
with Isabel Haley?

I have no idea.

Her family belong to a church?

Uh, it was just her father and
I don't know about his church.

But the funeral home told me

they'd be holding the service
at Saint Mary's.

Isabel Haley's church.

Isabel could have saved
my little girl.

She wouldn't.

I'm very sorry about
your daughter, Mr. O'Reilly.

But there's no way
Isabel Haley could have helped her.

No. No, no.

She raised that teenager
from the dead.

She didn't think so.

That's what she said?

That it wasn't her?

But it was.

It was.

And then...

she said that she'd...

pray for Meredith.

But my little girl
needed so much more.

When your daughter d*ed,
Isabel Haley had to pay.

You went to the church
looking for her.

No. No, no. No, I...
I went to the church to pray.

To light a candle.
For Meredith.

I heard somebody coming.

I... I didn't want
to see anybody just then.

So I closed myself off in a...
confessional.

It was Isabel.

With... with... some priest.

Then he left.

I waited until she was alone,
and then...

I confronted her.

I told her that Meredith d*ed.

That it was her fault.
/ Meredith d*ed today.

- Oh, Jack. I'm so sorry.
- Isabel tried to console me.

Said she was sorry that...

Meredith was in a better place now.

You know, I... I...

But we have to have faith.

- Faith! Faith!
- Help me.

Oh, God.

I didn't mean to k*ll her.

No.

You didn't.

What... what?

It wasn't the blow
that k*lled her.

You buried her alive.

Oh, dear. Oh...

Uh, Garret, you got a minute?

Yeah, what's on your mind?

I don't think it's a...

a touch of burn out.

I don't like my job anymore.

Are we talking vacation?
Leave of absence? What?

I'm giving you my notice.

How much time off do you need?

I'm sorry.

I'm quitting.

I can't do this anymore.

I'll give you time
to find a replacement.

What are your plans?

I don't know.

It's not just...
the job.

I love everybody here.
I just...

It's not enough.

Is this, um...

Is this about that A.D.A.?

I don't know. Maybe.

You guys getting serious?

Uh, it's complicated.

Well, do you think he's the one?

How do you know?

You don't.

It's too big a question.
There are too many variables.

Sometimes you miss
the boat entirely.

You know what I mean?

How do you feel
when you're with him?

Great.

I mean, not lately.

Most of the time.

How do you feel
when you're not with him?

Uh...

Do you love this guy?

How'd you get it back?

He turned out to be
a reasonable guy after all.

So does the M.E.'s office always
go the extra mile like this?

No.

I leave for the Sudan
in three weeks.

So, I was thinking...

Yeah, sounds good.

Well, you didn't let me finish.

I filled in the blank
with what I wanted to hear.

Oh! Oh. Oh.

Oh, hey.
Hey, Bug.

Man, how badly did you screw up?

Oh, you have no idea.

I know what you're thinking.
It's too much.

And I don't disagree.
But before you say anything,

I had it out with my mother.

I was oozing fear the whole time,
but I... I did it.

I told her it was my life.

And I told her, uh...

I told her I love you.

And if she had
a problem with that,

well, it's too damn bad.

How did she take it?

We don't care.

You're the most amazing
woman I've ever met.

And I want to spend the rest
of my life... with you.

Will you marry me?

Is it my turn
to twist in the wind?

Yes.

What?

Yes.

Real... really?

Seems like the flowers worked.

Yeah.

Come on.
I'll walk you out.

Okay.

I feel bad for him.

Yeah. Looks like
Nigel was right.

Blind faith... not so good.

Nigel's always right.
Just ask him.

See ya.
Long day.

Jordan...

I'm glad that
you're okay about, uh...

- you know?
- Oh, yeah.

I just wish that
you and I, uh...

I feel like lately
we've grown apart.

And I don't like it.

Well, I don't think it's
so much we've grown apart.

Wow, I don't know
how to say this. Uh...

One word at a time.

I just think we're just
a little out of synch right now.

And over the last year,
I've grown up a lot.

I haven't?