01x01 - Pilot

[bunniefuu]

Tru?
Yes.

It's okay, Tru.
Okay, Mommy.

Before her time, to a person....

-She forgave me.
-What?

-Who?
-Mom.

She forgave me
for not being able to help her...

and she said she's okay.

You have a vivid imagination.

But Mom was m*rder*d, in front of you.

What part of that is okay?

...a wife and mother...

taken before her time.

God, he's so full of crap.

l just wish--
You just wish what?

That l could go back to that day
and help her.

You can't.

None of us can.

''A time to be born,
and a time to die.''

Hey, the garbage man says
the elevator's out again.

Elevator's out.

Dominick Barren.

Elizabeth Christianson.

Tru Davies.

Where is she?

Tru Davies.

I've got a drinking game.

it's called ''You graduated from college
and your family didn't show up.''

A drinking game, or ''Next on Dr. Phil''?

l'm so sorry, Tru. l know
they missed all your track meets, but....

To be expected.
Harrison probably met a girl...

Meredith probably met a client,
and my father....

No acknowledgment of children
from his first marriage.

Thanks, Cameron, but l think l'm out.

-Already? But we just got here.
-What?

lnternship starts tomorrow at the hospital.

l thought l'd make a nice first impression
by not showing up hung over.

Tru? Prof. Evans.

Lindsay, would you stop it already?

She thinks I've got a thing for him.

But I've told her,
professors aren't exactly my type.

Good night, guys.
And congratulations. We made it.

Unbelievable.

Congratulations.

Yesterday, you were an ethics violation...

and today you are a faculty girlfriend.

l meant what l said, Tru. Now that
you graduated, we could go public.

l'm sure the Dean
will be very happy to hear it.

Well, the Dean's opinion
no longer matters.

ln fact, l'm gonna see her tonight
at the faculty banquet.

Maybe it's time l told her about you.

What are you gonna say?
Not a word.

l'm just gonna show her
those Polaroids that l took.

[On TV] Hello, and welcome to
another Monday Morning Money.

Hello?
Tru, it's your favourite brother.

l'm in a bit of a situation.

What's it this time, Harrison?
Don't tell me you played cards all night.

No, not all night.

Just since 2:00 a.m.

Look, whatever you have would help,
$1,000, $200 even.

It's just a loan.

I'm telling you, Tru. I am on a streak today.

lf you're on a streak,
why do you need to borrow money?

You know I don't have that kind of cash.

l have to get to the hospital.
But l'll see you tonight, right?

Yeah, right. Sure.

Anyway, l'll go Plan B on this one.

Probably should've started there anyway.

And Tru?

l hope it was nice yesterday.

-l would've been there if l could, but--
-l know, Harry.

You lost your funding?
But my internship.... What happens now?

DR. GREEN: l'm sorry, Tru. Really.

l know. You were counting on this job...

for a little cash and credibility
for med school.

There's this other job l heard about.

Now don't get excited,
it may not be the exact right fit.

You were a track star, right?

Well, why don't you run down,
see this guy as soon as you can?

Tell him l sent you.

it's a good job?

Trust me. People would die for it.

You ever been to a morgue before?

Just once, when l was 12.

Well, that sounds like a story.

Are you sure
you're interested in working here?

Because, l'll be honest, most girls
as pretty as you that come here....

Well, they're dead.

l'll be applying to medical school
in the fall...

and my advisor thought
it might be a good idea.

What?

Your eye liner. ls that MAC Number 5?

Seven.

Seven. Nice.

The opening is for a forensic
attendant, who retrieves the body...

weighs it, measures it,
attaches the toe tag...

charts the vitals,
and collects the standards.

''Standards''?

Head hair, pubic hair, nail clippings.

And then they prepare the body
for storage.

lt's called the crypt.

lt's where every unnatural death
in the city comes to rest...

waiting for an autopsy.

-You said ''unnatural death''?
-Most of them.

Because if there's even a hint
that a death might be unnatural...

m*rder, suicide, they come here.

-So every crypt....
-Has a body. That's right.

Can you imagine the pain
of losing someone before their time?

Bottom line...

most of these people
shouldn't be dead yet.

Go ahead, you can open one.

I need you to start tonight.
The graveyard shift.

-And you're going to take it?
-l just told you l was.

l mean, if it looks good to medical schools,
who am l to say no?

Look at me. lf l don't get some sleep soon,
l'm gonna get bags under my bags.

You haven't been sleeping again?

Let's not play this game tonight, okay?
l feel good.

Hey, Tru.

Remember when it didn't take her
death anniversary to get us all together?

l'll see you inside.

Mere, you forgot your...

bag.

So, what's Harrison's excuse this time?
A girl? A truckload of DVDs?

A girl with a truckload of DVDs?

Well, l guess we all
deal with the anniversary differently.

-Harrison plays cards.
-You pretend it didn't happen.

And you,
l guess you'd call them old habits.

You went through my bag? Damn it, Tru.

What are you doing?
People like you can't just use once, Mere.

Or didn't they teach you that in rehab?

l'm sorry. Look, l just....

You must be doing something right.
You've got a great career, lots of money--

You know,
maybe Harrison had the right idea.

-He doesn't even pretend anymore.
-Don't walk out, Mere. Please, we can....

Hello.

Harrison? Oh, my God, look at you.

Hospital called and said--
l prayed for a 10 of clubs...

and this is what l get.

A nice reminder
of why l don't believe in God.

Ten of clubs? What happened?

They did this to you?
Those guys you were playing cards with?

l'm coming with you.
No, Tru.

Harrison, look at you.

You had your chance, Tru.
You can't help me now.

Clear.

First one?

Congratulations.
But they're all not as pretty as...

Rebecca Morgan.

What happened to her?

You mean, aside from the cap
in the back of her neck? Nothing.

The neighbours heard a g*nsh*t
around 10:00.

We found her in her apartment.

lt's a nice one-bedroom,
if you know anyone.

Do me a favour.
Hold that bag open, will you?

Do you know who did it?

You're new here,
so maybe nobody told you.

We don't solve the crime.
We just deliver the body.

Anyway, have a good night....
Tru.

Tru? Catchy.

But wait. You're leaving?

Because Davis said
my first night I wouldn't be alone.

You won't be.
You'll have 32 friends right next door.

Only you can save me.

Help

Tru.

Hello?

Marco?

Help.

Very funny, hazing the new girl.

Help me.

Help me.

Save me.

Help me.

Congratulations.

Yesterday, you were an ethics violation...

and today you are a faculty girlfriend.

But l meant what l said, Tru.

Now that you graduated, we can go public.

What's wrong?

What was l thinking?
l never should have taken that job.

-What job?
-At the morgue.

The graveyard shift.
That place creeps me out.

The morgue? Sweetie, your internship
starts this morning at the hospital.

No, Green's funding was cut.

The job has been eliminated.
l saw him yesterday.

Yesterday was Sunday.
You graduated yesterday.

You had a drink with some friends,
you went to bed with me.

Nobody had to go to work
at a morgue.

lt was just a bad dream,
or one too many margaritas.

Yeah, it just seemed--
By the way...

tonight's the faculty banquet, and
l think it's time the Dean knew about you.

Tonight?
Actually l wasn't gonna say a word.

I was just gonna show her
the Polaroids that I took.

[On TV] Hello, and welcome to
another Monday Morning Money.

Hello?
-Tru, it's your favourite brother.

l'm in a bit of a situation.

We were through this yesterday, Harrison.
l don't have that kind of money.

What are you talking about?

Look, are you mad
because l didn't go to your graduation?

And your second number...

Four.
Are you listening?

[On TV] ...is four.

Tru?

Listen, Harrison,
maybe you shouldn't go back to that table.

Maybe you should walk away now.

Yeah. See you, Tru.

[On TV] Your third number...
-Twenty-nine.

...is 29.

You never met me?

l have never met you.

Then again, l haven't been
going to the gym lately so....

MAC Number 7.

The crypt. This way, right?

You sure you haven't worked
in a morgue before?

So this is the crypt. This is where every....

Is there something I can help you with?

Last night,
a woman named Rebecca Morgan died.

She was brought here.
A friend of yours?

Who was on duty last night?
Marco, l think.

No, she never came in.

You said.... l mean, someone said...

that the bodies brought here,
they're unnatural deaths.

Some of them, yes.

So those people
shouldn't actually be dead.

Not yet, anyway.

ls it hard to see people dead
before their time? Yes.

But if you're gonna work here...

you've got to accept the fact
that there's nothing you can do about it.

That was a job offer,
in case you missed it.

What happened to her?

The neighbours heard a g*nsh*t at 10:00.

The truth is we're short-handed...

and you seem
to already know the operation.

l'll take it.
Great.

l'll need you tonight.

Tru?



Who is she?
l don't know yet. Hopefully, no one.

Each time I hope
someone is no one...

they always turn out to be someone.
Maybe you'll have better luck.

So anyways, are you really serious
about this job at the morgue?

Because l got to be honest...

l think it's really gonna cut into
our post-college slacking off.

Lindsay, I'll call you back.

Oh, Tru.

Tru?

She's alive.

For another 10 hours.

Hello?

Coffee, please.

You okay?
Yeah.

l'm just having a strange day.

Maybe you'd like something
a little stronger than coffee, then.

Coffee's fine.

The truth is l shouldn't complain.

l have this friend
who's about to have a worse day...

and she doesn't even know it yet.

-This is gonna sound crazy, but--
-Hold on.

Hello? What are you....

Aaron, we've been through all this.
No, l can't do this right now.

Goodbye, Aaron.

Some people just don't know
when it's over.

Rebecca, l'm gonna tell you something.

How do you know my name?
We know each other?

That friend about to have the bad day--

Hey.

You know what, never mind. My bad.

Help me.

l don't know how to say this,
so l'm just gonna say it.

-You're gonna die today, Rebecca.
-What did you just say?

You have to trust me.
Maybe we can stop it. We have nine hours.

-You asked for my help. Now l need yours.
-l asked for your help? You're crazy.

Just tell me
why someone would want to hurt you.

Gary?
Why would they want....

Can you come here?
What's up?

There's this girl
saying strange things.

What girl?
The one right at the bar.

Come outside.
What did she say?

She said l was gonna die today.
What? Where?

lt would've been perfect with Rebecca...

if only l could've convinced her
to fall in love with me.

lt's funny. Tru, right?
She never mentioned you before.

Well, l just started there. Weekends.

Gary thought we needed some extra help.

What kind of trouble do you think she's in?

lt's hard to say. l know it's a long shot...

but do you know anyone
who would want to hurt her?

No, although she didn't need any help
in that department.

She beat herself up
over the smallest things.

Bad day, blow an audition.

-Actors, sure.
-Dance. She's a dancer.

Well, thanks.

Like l said,
she'd k*ll me if she knew l was here so....

lt's funny. A girl's in trouble,
and everybody suspects the ex-boyfriend.

Aaron, no, that's not what--

No, l'm saying lucky for me
l'm not the only one.

His name's Elliot Winters.

Do you have a résumé for me,
or should l just call security?

Actually, l'm not here for an interview.
l'm here about Rebecca.

-Rebecca?
-Rebecca Morgan.

l'm not passing judgment. Obviously--

My daughter's dance teacher.
Why would you....

Okay, l don't understand.

So you two weren't....

Was she interested? Sure.
Was l flattered? Absolutely.

But those pictures over there
aren't for show.

That's my life.

l don't know what she told you...

but sometimes being a good friend
means not listening so closely.

Anyway, lots to do.

So why are you so worried
about Rebecca?

Because she's gonna die today.

Don't worry about calling security.
l'll show myself out.

Are you sure you're okay?

My God, that actually sounds
like genuine concern.

Wait a second. Who is this,
and what have you done with my sister?

lt's just, l know how stressed you get.
Especially today.

I can't talk right now, Tru.
I'll see you tonight, okay?

And call me crazy, but l actually think
Harrison's gonna make it this year.

You tell your friend Rebecca
that if this is a threat...

it's not gonna work.

We've been down this road before,
she and l. We're over. Done.

lf she insists on going to my wife,
l'll do everything in my power to stop her.

Everything.

l'll see you.

Can't win them all, right?
Where's the fun of that?

Guys, relax.

She's my sister.

Leave now.

l'm telling you,
cash in and walk away now.

Are you kidding me?

You saw the stack of chips l had in there.
l'm up!

Now, Harry.
You're up now, but it's not gonna last.

l thought you said you were short.

-l took a marker from the house.
-What?

A loan.

Great, so you're playing
with house money.

Are you okay?

ls everything okay?
l'm having a day, Harrison.

A day l'd gladly explain to you if l could...

but l can't, so l'm not even gonna try it.

And l heard another voice.

Wait.

l don't understand. You mean, like Mom?

Okay, Mommy.

No, not her. Someone else.

Dead?

-Oh, boy.
-And that's not even the half of it.

Believe it or not,
that's the half that makes sense.

l don't get it. Me, of all people,
why do they come to me?

Maybe because they know
that you'll listen.

Do you think l'm crazy?

l never thought you were crazy.

l gotta get back, okay?

Just do me a favour. Slow down the betting
to give me more time.

-For what?
-For figuring out a way to save your a*s.

Gary, I really need to talk to her.

l told you, she wasn't feeling well.
Needed some air.

It seems to be happening a lot lately.

[On TV] One-one delivery.

What's the score?
Seven-one, Sox. Top of the ninth.

l'll bet you $100 they lose.

-What, are you crazy?
-Maybe. Don't know yet.

Sorry, Gary. l lost track of time.
This girl says she knows you.

Stay away from me. Don't come near me.

l know you don't understand.
Me, neither, but l wanna help--

You want to help?
Why don't you start by leaving me alone?

You know what,
maybe you'd better listen to her.

Gary, she's in trouble.
And she has no idea how much.

Why should l believe you?

All right. Here's the thing.

lf the Sox win, l'm good for the $100.
But if they lose, you help me.

Got a letter for Meredith Davies.

Tru, this is a surprise.

Guess l thought it was about time
l saw your office.

l see. Trying to make me feel guilty
about missing your graduation?

-l'm sorry, Tru--
-God, what happened to us?

We used to be close, all of us.

Now l find myself doing more for strangers
than l do for my own family.

What are you talking about?

Any second, someone's gonna
hand you an envelope.

An envelope with coke inside.
Just don't touch it, Mere.

Tru, your newfound concern is touching.

lt's psychotic, but touching.

Because no one is bringing me coke.

Much less an envelope full of it
to my office. Really, Tru, trust me.

Boy, you have some imagination,
you know that?

You know, l'm not sure
where you get all your facts but....

ls this how you get your kicks?

By convincing yourself you're not
the most screwed-up one in the family?

You can't fix people, Tru.

You can't save them.
Not Mom 10 years ago, not me.

And at this rate,
probably not even yourself.

-Why do l think you're lying to me?
-l shouldn't have looked through the files.

l just have a few questions.
What about? Unsolved murders?

Exactly.
So let me get this straight.

ln the eight hours
since you've been here...

you've decided to solve old cases?

Very ambitious.

You know what l did today?
l bought socks.

l'm just curious.

What can you say about a woman
who comes in with a b*llet in her neck?

-That she's dead?
-Davis.

Okay, fine. b*llet in the neck.

l'm guessing
her death was execution style.

Meaning she did something to someone
to make them angry.

Small calibre b*llet. Probably a .22.

How so?

From what you said,
there was no exit wound.

The b*llet just lodged itself in her neck.

And I'll be honest with you.

You don't have to go through this trouble
to impress me.

All I need is for someone
to show up to work on time.

Davis, thanks. l gotta run.

A pretty girl's nothing but trouble.

Beaten up. What?

-How could you possibly know that?
-Just trust me, okay?

And take this.

Think of it as an answer to a prayer.
There are 52 cards in a deck.

The chances of this saving me
from a beating....

Have a little faith in your sister, okay?

Remember when l said you weren't crazy?

l may have to rethink my position,
you know.

How the hell did you know
the Sox were gonna blow it?

Where is she, Gary?
She went to see Winters.

Charles, hello.

lt's wonderful.

I'm so proud of you.

Want to know what's worse than watching
academics congratulate themselves?

lt's watching them eat.

Are you feeling any better?
This morning you seemed a little--

l can't even begin to describe to you
what this day's been like.

-Don't worry. lt'll be over soon enough.
-Yeah, let's hope so.

Mark, l gotta go.

Don't do it. He'll k*ll you.

l still don't understand
how could you possibly know...

that Elliot would k*ll me?

Let's just say
I've seen what he's capable of.

lt's amazing how charming a man can be
when he wants to get in...

and how callous he can be
when he wants to get out.

God, l thought going there
would change his mind.

Rebecca.

-Aaron, what are you doing here?
-l was worried about you.

l thought you said
you couldn't find that key?

She came to see me,
said you might be in some sort of trouble.

l'm fine, Aaron.
Everything's fine. You can go now.

l don't want to leave.
l want to work things out.

You don't have to be alone,
especially now.

l'm not gonna start this again
with you. l want you to go.

Rebecca, l came here to help you.
No, you didn't.

He came here to k*ll you.

What are you talking about? This is crazy.

Right. About as crazy
as the .22 calibre in your pocket.

-What, this?
-Oh, my God.

This is for you to protect yourself.
Don't be so blind, Rebecca. You need this.

You know what he's capable of. Elliot.

Why don't you give me the g*n, Aaron?

And by the way,
who the hell are you really?

You think you're doing her a favour,
messing with her life?

lf you ask me,
l think it's a really good way to get hurt.

One.

Elliot would never hurt me. lt's you, Aaron.

What are you talking about? What is me?

Why are you defending him?
You're always defending him...

-even after what he did to you!
-Did to me?

-He didn't do anything to me. l'm just--
-Pregnant.

You're pregnant.
Folic acid prescribed for pregnancy.

Aaron, listen to me.
You don't even know it...

but you're getting a second chance
to not k*ll two people...

so just give me the g*n.

Becky, l never wanted to hurt you.
l just wanted to help, you know that.

You need to go, Aaron. Now.

No, just leave him.

Lock the door.

Stay inside and call the police.
He has to go home some time.

What?

l just realized.

l never said ''thank you.''

Mr. Chiang wants to remind you...

all debts must be settled immediately
following the last hand.

Yeah, l got the memo.

A pleasure, fellows.

How did you know?

l mean, the 10 of clubs. Right there.

Seriously, how did you know?

Let's just say
I've been a step ahead of everyone all day.

Of course, l didn't make a dime.

Every penny l won went back
to the Tram to pay off the marker.

There's a story here, right?

Yeah, there's a story.

l almost didn't recognize you guys.

l said, ''That can't be my family.
Too much damn happiness.''

-lt was good to see you today, Tru.
-Was it?

Yeah, it was.

See, l told you
Harrison was gonna show this year.

l'll be right back. Order me a club soda.

You and Meredith, getting along?

Just when l thought
things couldn't get any stranger....

Do you ever think
Mom's still watching us?

God, l hope not...

because l'm not sure
she'd like what she sees.

Yeah.

Maybe she's trying to change that.

That's a nice outfit, by the way.
Hello?

Hi, is this a bad time?
Because l can call back.

No, it's fine.

Is everything okay, Davis?

Yeah, l was thinking about that girl,
you know, the dead one?

And l thought of another reason
there might not be an exit wound.

What's that?
Order what you want. l'll split it with you.

You know the entry wound in her neck?

Maybe that wasn't an entry wound.
Maybe that was an exit wound.

That would mean
the b*llet went through--

Her mouth. Yes, exactly.

Which, if you ask me, sounds self-inflicted.

-Meaning it wasn't a homicide.
-lt was suicide.

The thing is
l always wanted to be a mother.

A house, the kids, all of it.

My only mistake was believing
that he wanted it, too.

Rebecca.

Maybe he did.

Just not with his mistress.

Because when l told him about the baby...

he made it clear that's all l ever was.

But it's not all you're gonna be.

You're gonna be a mom, Rebecca.

Take it from someone
who lost hers way too soon.

You're supposed to live.

There's no better reason to.

Your mother?

Was k*lled...

ten years ago, in front of me...

by a man they never found.

lt wasn't her time then...

and it's not yours now.

Rebecca, will you give me the g*n?

Hey, you new here?
Sort of. Do you mind?

An eager one.
Go ahead. Knock yourself out.

We found her in her apartment.
You should've seen this place.

lt was a nice one-bedroom,
if you know anyone.

Cancer. It's a b*tch.

So, first one?

No. Second.

[On radio] It's sunny and mild on
this beautiful Tuesday morning, May 27.

Traffic copter reports
no major delays en route.

It's been the strangest day.

An understatement, I know.

Did you have anything to do with it?

I don't know.

I only know I wish this day had come


Then maybe I could've saved you, too.

Instead I'll wait...

for others.

Some who have needed me
longer than most.

So maybe I couldn't save you.

Maybe, just maybe...

this is your way of saving me.