01x15 - Acts of Mercy

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Jordan, I'd like to know when the
morning meeting became optional.

I had to walk a mile. Some idiot on
a morgue tour took my parking space.

There's a TV crew here doing
research for an autopsy show.

Who the hell watches an
autopsy show?

Talk about must-miss TV.
Yeah, right?

Uh, George?

Jordan.

Been a while.

She's requested I find you
and give you this.

Okay, thanks.

May I say what a pleasure it
is to see you looking so well?

Right back at you, George.
You will read it, Jordan?

Yeah, sure.

Good day.

So who is "she"?

My grandmother.

I thought Max's parents
were dead.

They are.

And over here we
have the forensics lab.

Oh.

Hold it right there.

You are perfect,
my friend.

I am?
And who are you?

I'm the man who's gonna
make you a star.

Hey, Woody.
How's it hanging?

Jordan Cavanaugh.
It must be my lucky day.

So who is the decedent?

Uh, Celia Brackett,

years young, no forced
entry, no signs of struggle.

I think she did this
to herself.

Who found her?
A housekeeper,

early this morning. Has her own
key and has not stopped crying.

Jordan, do you think you can
give me a time of death?

Uh, probably sometime
before midnight last night.

Thank you.

Fresh needle puncture wounds
on the arm.

If she did this herself,
then where's the needle?

I'll have my guys look
through the trash.

I don't think that's
gonna matter.

There's some bruising
over her top lip.

And there's tears
of the frenulum.

She was smothered.

Okay, so she did not
k*ll herself.

No. No, she was m*rder*d.

Oh, Dr. Macy. That m*rder-su1c1de
that you asked about is here.

All right.

I noticed that one of them is
from my ancestral homeland.

I'm second-generation Polish.

Yeah. Lebowski.
I figured that out.

My mother's from Grodno.

When I was little, she used to
describe her village to me,

every night before
I went to sleep,

in gross detail.

Well, maybe you can describe it
to me sometime. What do you think?

And bore you to death?

How about tomorrow night
over dinner?

Okay. Great. I know this new
Ethiopian restaurant...

Hey, I feel like we're taking a
culinary trip around the world.

Looks like it's my
cue to split.

Thanks.
Sure.

What happened?
Is Abby all right?

Abby's fine.

What is it then?

It's me

and Walter.

Great.

He, uh...

He left me.

Maggie,
I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

It's just that...

I'm too old
for this.

Yeah, you and me both.

And welcome to the crypt.

Oh, great stuff.
Oh, great stuff, Bug, yeah.

Yeah, the network
is gonna eat you up.

And this
is Nigel Townsend.

It is a pleasure
to meet you, Nigel.

I have heard all about you
from the Bug man.

Have you now?

Oh, I love the accent.
Let's keep it.

Oh, we'll talk later,
okay? I love it all.

Thank me.

Why?
Because I pitched you to him.

What am I,
a fastball?

He was the VP of programming
at the m*rder Channel,

and he wants me to audition as
host for their new autopsy show,

Gruesome Stories. And I
pitched you as my Ed McMahon.

One, two, three.

They want you to host
a show on the telly?

He thinks I have
a Deepak Chopra quality.

All we need are a few tantalizing
tales of mayhem and the show is ours.

Well, what are we
waiting for?

The morgue is our oyster.

All right, I've already
got an idea.

Looking a little green there,
Woody.

I can't believe you actually
do this every day.

Jordan, Sheriff.
I come bearing tox screens.

Took you long enough.

Well, I would have been here
sooner, but I was rehearsing.

Uh-huh.
What are the results?

What? Don't you want to know
what I was rehearsing?

No.
Uh, I do.

Bug has been asked to do a show
on the telly, and I'm his sidekick.

Hey, I've never met
a real TV star before...

Yeah, and you still haven't
met one. The tox screen?

Positive for methohexital.

So she was unconscious?

Out cold, with just a dash
of potassium chloride.

Enough to k*ll her?

Not quite. I mean, her
vitreous levels are normal.

Oh, good work,
Boy Wonder.

Well, if there's nothing
further,

the stage is a harsh mistress.

Oh, there is one thing. Could
you look through the files,

find out how many cases of
potassium chloride injection

we've had in the last
six months?

My feet are like wings.

That's strange.

Theater folk are like that.

Not him. Her liver and spleen.
Cancer, end stage.

She was dying? Organs this far
gone, she only had a few weeks left.

Now, we're sure
she didn't k*ll herself?

Not unless she smothered herself
with a pillow while unconscious

after taking a sedative.

Jordan, there's a Daniel
Brackett here to see you.

I put him in
the conference room.

Oh, thanks, Lily.

Hey.

That's her son.

So, I guess you'll want to
speak to him by yourself.

I kind of spoke to him
back at the house.

Maybe you could get something
out of him one-on-one.

You know, I could get used
to working with you, Woody.

Smothered? Who would
do that to her?

We don't know yet.

When was the last time
you saw your mother?

Last week.
I live in New York.

I've been flying back and forth
since she's been in the hospital.

Okay, where was she
hospitalized?

Saint Gabriel's. I flew in this
morning and went straight there.

She wasn't in her room. They told
me her doctor had signed her out.

Okay, did you talk to her
doctor about this?

No, I went straight
to the house.

It was swarming with cops.

Why would anyone want
to m*rder my mother?

I don't know.

There was nothing missing,
she wasn't robbed.

What kind of scum brings her home when
I'm not even there to take care of her?

You need to calm down.

Yeah, it's easy
for you to say.

You didn't just come home
and find your mother dead.

I'm gonna get
to the bottom of this.

Now, you need
to believe that. Okay?

Okay.

So, what's the name
of your mother's doctor?

Dr. Gramble, over at that
big oncology unit on Tremont.

Otto Neuman, definite
asphyxia.

No signs of ligature.

Fractured hyoid bone indicates
manual strangulation.

Ichthyosis present
on neck and hands.

You wanted to see me,
Dr. Macy?

Yeah, give me a hand
with these two?

Sure.

This is Isaac Pilarski,
seventy-eight.

Now, Isaac strangled Otto here
with his bare hands

and put a b*llet
in his own head.

What's the riddle? Isaac's
five inches shorter than Otto

and nearly pounds
lighter.

And manual strangulation's
a power sport.

Right.

Look at his hands.

Arthritis.

Now, he had a g*n, so why
does he strangle him?

'Cause it meant something to Isaac here
to k*ll this guy Otto with his bare hands.

Exactly.
Now, take a look at this.

Tattoo?

Isaac was in
a concentration camp.

Think you can trace it?
Absolutely.

Dr. Gramble.

Dr. Cavanaugh is here from
the Medical Examiner's Office.

How can I help you? I'm here
about one of your patients,

Celia Brackett.

Advanced metastatic
liver cancer.

Right. Um, did you check her
out of the hospital yesterday?

I did.

And you brought her home?

Her time was close.
She wanted to die at home.

She got her wish.

I hope it was painless.

She was sedated and then
she was smothered.

Then I guess it was.

It doesn't concern you
that she was m*rder*d?

She had days left.

Her pain was
getting worse.

Would have been
in agony by the end.

Sounds to me like a kind soul
put her out of her misery.

We also found elevated levels of
potassium chloride in her system.

Interesting.

Her veins were sh*t.

They must have collapsed when
this kind soul injected her.

And then he had
to smother her.

Sounds very rational.

Yeah, but who would have
access to potassium chloride

except for maybe a doctor?

You surprise me,
Dr. Cavanaugh.

I would think you,
a medical examiner

chronicling the ravages
of disease day in and day out,

would see the value of this kind
of death and leave it at that.

Call me old-fashioned,
but I believe m*rder is wrong.

How very small-minded of you.

Yeah, well, me and my small mind
are going straight to the police.

You know how big-picture they
can be when it comes to homicide.

You do what
you have to do.

I'll be right here.

Dr. Gramble told you,
as in, he confessed?

I wouldn't call it
a confession.

That guy is one arrogant
son of a bitch.

Well, what was
his motive? Mercy?

Who cares?
He k*lled her.

The D.A. Cares. They're
not too keen on prosecuting

well known and respected
doctors for mercy killings.

Oh, I can't believe this. What, so
now it's PC to set murderers free?

You're the one who said she
had a couple of days to live.

Tell that to her son. He didn't even
get a chance to see her before she d*ed.

Jordan, you may not have guessed
this, but I'm from a small town.

No, really, you?
I know, hard to believe.

And in a small town there's
something called privacy.

What is your business
stays your business.

That your special way of telling me
you're not going to enforce the law?

I will enforce the law if I
think Dr. Gramble broke one.

So you're not gonna
do anything?

Gramble gets off scot free?

Mr. Brackett, if we think
the doctor k*lled your mother,

we'll go after him, but we
need time to build our case.

Please excuse me. You bury
this, there's gonna be trouble.

I know you're grieving,
but don't thr*aten me.

We'll contact you
if we need you.

Well, if you're not gonna do anything,
maybe I'll just have to deal with him myself.

You know what? You shouldn't
say things like that.

Why not? 'Cause these guys
might think you're serious

and then they might
arrest you.

Don't you see?
He's gonna do this again.

How are you gonna live with yourself when
he does this to somebody else's mother?

Got something.

Isaac Pilarski was brought
to Birkenau

in the summer of .

He was there until
the w*r was over.

He was sixteen years old.

Here's where it gets
interesting.

I did some checking on the
other guy, Otto, as well.

Cross-referenced his name
through the w*r criminal database.

Otto was a prisoner, too?
Nah, he wasn't.

But his name came up in
several witness testimonials.

He was a guard
at Auschwitz.

So their paths could have
crossed.

Auschwitz and Birkenau
were neighboring camps.

Guards from Auschwitz took
prisoners to Birkenau all the time.

All right, so they saw each
other, maybe knew each other.

Do you mind?

Classic revenge m*rder.

Except for now we just have
one small problem.

What's that?

They don't circumcise
non-Jews in Europe.

That went double for Nazis.

Hi, Lily.

Hi. Um...
Garret.

I still can't get used
to calling you that.

I have to keep myself from
saying Dr. Macy.

Listen, I need to
cancel tonight.

Oh.
Something's come up.

This has something to do with
Maggie, doesn't it?

It's complicated.

I know you have baggage.

I think of Maggie as a lady's
hard-sided trolley tote.

She's indestructible, she's
attractive and she's

often an encumbrance.

That's the best description
of her I've ever heard.

My uncle owned
a luggage store, so...

Listen, I want to thank you
for being so understanding.

As long as we're open and honest with
each other, we don't have a problem.

Hey, Dad.
Making this a regular stop?

Just came from the precinct.

Got a cancer doc who did
in his own patient.

Pretty heavy allegation.

I assume you have proof.

He as much as admitted it.

She was terminal, he was merciful,
let's call the whole thing off.

Well, how much time
did she have left?

What does it matter?

You see this black and white because
you don't want to look at all the angles.

Oh, okay. I get being sick
and wanting out.

You want to do yourself, fine.

But this bastard
has no right butting in.

All I know is if it were me
in a jam that way,

I'd hope you'd pull the plug.

You know what? Let's jump off
that bridge when we come to it.

Oh, by the way,
I have been summoned

to the palace for high tea.

Well, I think
you should go.

What? We hate her.

And how many years
are we gonna do that?

It's worked pretty well
for the last .

Your grandparents were angry when
your mother d*ed, angry at me.

Maybe with cause.

That's ridiculous.

Well, all I exposed her to,
we don't even know now

whether that played
a part in her death.

Only natural
they'd blame me.

And try to take your daughter
away from you.

Don't forget that part.

Well, of course, I couldn't
let them take you away,

but I never meant that you should
lose that part of your life forever.

It's not like
I ever missed it or anything.

See her, Jordan.

Do it for me.

Bugster!
Nigelicious!

May I introduce
your stylist, Anastasia.

Our stylist.

Dress for success,
my friend.

Not just an audience
of stiffs anymore.

Now, for Dr. Bug,
I'm thinking Armani.

Armani makes
a lab coat?

You think Noah Wyle wears
off the rack?

Pretty sure he's not.

Noah who?

Quite a transformation.
Mmm.

I think I'm gonna fancy being
in show business.

So, Dr. Bug, what brilliance do
you have planned for the big day?

Oh, I have got a dung beetle
that will knock their socks off.

Ooh, interesting. Does it have
to be a dung beetle?

Well, I guess... 'Cause you
know what the network just loves?

Gadgets.

Gadgets.
Yeah, flashing lights,

fluorescence, that kind of
thing. The more the merrier.

Will do.

She's glad you came.

She give up speaking
altogether, George?

Hello, Jordan.

How you doing?

Would you care for tea?

Sure.

Lemon?

No, thanks.

Oh, I see you moved
the Cassatt.

Oh, I'm surprised
you noticed.

Are you kidding? Change like
that in a room like this...

I never thought you cared
for this house.

Oh, well...
Milk?

No, straight up
is just fine.

Thanks.

How are you, Jordan?

I'm good.

Two words to sum up
twenty years?

You're very succinct.

You come right from work?

Oh, it's casual Wednesday.

Have you made
many friends there?

Look, can we just cut the crap and
you tell me what I'm doing here?

Because I really,
really don't like tea.

Fair enough. It's been
a long time, Jordan.

I just wanted to see you,

to get an impression of you,

before the monetary settlements
in my will become final.

Wait a minute.
This is about money?

What else could it be about?

Okay. I'm out of here.

I've been
looking for you.

I went to see my grandmother. Yeah?

Yeah.
How'd that go?

It was a raging success.

So what's up?

Where are we
on the Brackett case?

Doctor-assisted su1c1de.

I thought you said
it wasn't su1c1de.

Assisted su1c1de isn't
su1c1de. It's m*rder.

Well, that's one point of view. It's
not one that I personally endorse.

Unfortunately, the state of
Massachusetts doesn't agree with you.

But Detective
Small Town Values does.

He won't move yet. Maybe he's
looking at all sides of the issue,

not just his point of view.
Excuse us, guys, come on.

Thanks. Garret, sorry,
but you know what?

m*rder is still m*rder.

Listen, I'm working on a guy who possibly
k*lled his own concentration camp guard.

Should I look at him
as a m*rder*r?

Jordan. Jordan,
I checked the files.

Four cases in the last six months,
death by potassium chloride injection.

The doctor on record...

Arthur Gramble?

Mrs. Brackett
makes five.

Five that we know about. I'll
have a sector car meet us there.

Nice to have you
back on board.

I actually did a little
research of my own there, Jordan.

Dr. Arthur Gramble, honorary
member of the Hemlock Society,

patron Euthanasia Support
and Guidance.

It's good for people
to have hobbies.

I'm sorry, Jordan.
Please don't be mad at me.

I just couldn't make a move
until the law was on my side.

So are we talking about
a mercy k*ller?

Sound of things, we're looking
at a serial k*ller.

No one has forced me
to do this in any way.

I want to die, really.

I want for all of this
to be over.

I'm so sorry, Daniel.

I couldn't wait.
I knew you'd try to stop me.

It's for the best, really.

I love you.

Daniel,
take it easy.

Put the g*n down, Daniel.

Daniel, I want you to rise
slowly and move away from the g*n.

Get him outta here. He was
dead when I got here, I swear.

Dr. Cavanaugh,
you believe me, don't you?

Just sit tight, Daniel.

Pretty circumstantial case
against him, don't you think?

Circumstantial or not, he looks darn
guilty with that g*n in his hand.

The doctor wasn't even sh*t.

Jordan, we both heard him
make threats.

He was trying to get
our attention.

Well, he got it now,
didn't he?

Well, it's what I deserve,
isn't it?

What's that?

Being alone.

I mean, I treated Walter
like an accessory,

something to spoil myself
a little bit.

I didn't really value him.

You ask me,
you overvalued him.

Mmm, seriously, though,
what is wrong with me?

There's nothing wrong
with you.

Garret. Wasn't that the answer in the manual

you gave me?
It came right after,

"Those pants make your ass
look great. "

You were very well-trained,
weren't you?

Yeah, I was, and right after I
mastered which way the toilet paper's

supposed to go,
you dropped me.

See, there must be
something wrong with me,

to let a guy like you go.

Maggie.
Mmm, no.

Maybe it's my fate.

What?

Oh, I never seem to realize
what I have

until it's too late.

So, what time's Abby
getting home?

Uh...

She's sleeping at Rachel's.

You remember what

we used to do when she
had a sleepover?

Listen, I really...

Oh, God, listen...

Maggie, I...

I'm sorry.

I gotta go.

Nah-nah!

Oh, nice basket.

It's from the network.

Big audition's tomorrow.

What are you doing
with those here?

What, don't I always share
with my friends?

No.

We thought that maybe
a little baked incentive

would encourage you
to share with us.

Share what?

One muffin, one story.

Well, I got a great story.

Worth at least two muffins.

You drive a hard bargain.

Check this out.

Concentration camp prisoner

finds his jailer
after years,

kills him
with his bare hands.

Nah, too Schindler's List.

What? It has intrigue,
mystery.

Okay, how's about a cancer doctor
who euthanizes his patients?

So ' s.
So ' s.

I'm still taking a muffin. Oh, yeah?

Morning, all.

Hi.
Where'd we get the basket?

Oh, uh, my network
sent it over.

Your network?

You're looking at the new stars of
Gruesome Stories. Gruesome Stories.

I'm looking at two guys
who want to think twice

before selling out this institution
with some exploitative autopsy show.

Would you feel differently
if I told you that

you're gonna be the first
guest coroner?

No.

Way to rally the troops.

Yeah, well, I have
a lot on my mind.

Yeah, like what?

I had dinner with Maggie
last night.

It got awkward, you know?
After you.

Garret.

Geez. Don't juggle.
You're bad enough with one.

Yeah, but I stopped it
before it got out of hand.

Good. Because, you know,
I like Maggie,

but the two of you together
was not pretty.

Yeah, tell me about it.

Oh, Jordan, Mrs. Gramble
is here to see you.

Oh. Dead doc's wife.

Yeah.
The doctor's dead?

Yeah. I put her in the
conference room for you.

Why, thanks, Lily.
Sure.

Wow, that's
a nice skirt.

Oh, don't you
love that skirt, Garret?

It's great.

So, good morning,
Dr. Macy.

Hi, Lily.

So, how was last night?

Last night was fine.
It was, you know, fine.

Good.

So I was kind of looking forward
to a rain check on that dinner.

You know, I'm just kind
of jammed up right now.

But we can talk about this
later, all right?

Sure.

Mrs. Gramble.

Oh, I guess we've
already met before.

I worked with my husband.

I'm very sorry
for your loss.

In my husband's brain, you're
going to find an inoperable tumor.

He was dying?

Yes, I thought
you should know.

Why is that?

Mrs. Brackett's son is going to be charged
with murdering my husband, isn't he?

We have every reason
to believe he will, yes.

You see, to me, it's quite clear
that my husband chose his way out.

He took his own life rather than
wait for that tumor to take him.

Did he happen to choose the
way out for anyone else?

My husband did God's work,

work that made him proud.

Mrs. Gramble, I'm asking you
if your husband k*lled people.

I know what you're asking and
I've given you your answer.

You find anything?

Nothing we didn't know.

Isaac was k*lled by a
self-inflicted g*nsh*t wound.

You find anything?

No birth records
for Otto Neuman.

It's like his life
began in Auschwitz.

I managed to find Isaac's
next of kin, a cousin.

She's coming in for
the remains.

Says she's never heard
of Otto Neuman.

Sort of a long sh*t anyway.

Not necessarily.
Take a look at this.

Ichthyosis? Epidermolytic
hyperkeratosis, to be exact.

They both have it.

That runs in families.
Yeah.

You think they're related?
I've ordered DNA tests.

We'll find out tomorrow.

Why did you go to
Dr. Gramble's office?

I don't know.
To thr*aten him.

To tell him what he did
was wrong.

I don't even know what I would have
done if I would have found him alive.

All right, all right. You
get there. You find him dead.

You pop in a video? I
was gonna call the police,

when I saw that box of videos.

The one on top had
my mom's name on it.

We found your fingerprints
on the su1c1de machine.

Well, I must have
touched it somehow.

I don't know.

Okay. Why don't you take a
minute, think about your situation

and we'll get right back to
this in a few seconds, okay?

He's opening up.
I'll get him there.

Mrs. Gramble came to see me. Says her
husband had an inoperable brain tumor.

What did the autopsy say?

Confirmed it. She swears that
he k*lled himself.

Why would she volunteer
that information?

Because she doesn't want Daniel to
go to jail for something he didn't do.

All right, well, that puts me in
a pickle, because he was there,

he was armed, he had a motive, and
his prints are all over that machine.

But it doesn't mean
that he did it.

Now, meet me at this address.
It's a bar.

My cologne finally got to you,
didn't it?

Is that what that was?

Dad.

Hi. You see
your grandmother?

Yeah. She wants
to give me money.

There's a first.

I took a pass.

Hope that doesn't mean
you left on bad terms.

Define "bad terms. "

Oh, Jordan.

Look, can we put this aside
for a sec?

We put it aside
for twenty years.

Time is a luxury.

I would have thought you
understood that by now.

How many more years do you
think your grandmother's got?

That doctor found himself on the
business end of his own su1c1de machine.

I read the papers. Said they arrested
the son of one of his patients.

Yeah, he was dying. His wife told
me he cashed in on his own chips.

Hey.
Oh.

Detective Woody Hoyt,
Max Cavanaugh.

Oh, your dad.
It's nice to meet you, sir.

Max, please.
Can I buy you a beer?

Uh, I'm off duty.
Why not?

Jordan's been filling me in on your case.

What I can't figure is why Gramble's
wife points her finger at su1c1de.

She stands to lose millions
in the doctor's life insurance,

not to mention
his reputation.

Maybe she had something
worse to hide.

Well, the only thing worse she would
have to hide is if she k*lled him herself.

Maybe she did.

Okay, wait,
wait, wait.

So now we're thinking
the wife did this?

Gramble's dying.
He wants out.

He asked his wife to help him.

She's a nurse. She knows
how to work the machine.

He tells her to leave him there hooked
up, so it looks like he did it himself.

Only when Daniel arrives, the
doctor's already dead.

Then Mrs. Gramble hears he's
been charged with m*rder.

She feels responsible.

So then she has to come tell
me that he k*lled himself.

And if you ruled the doctor's
death a su1c1de, no harm done.

Daniel gets off,
so does she.

Wow. Now I know why folks
talk to bartenders.

Oh, Dad was a cop.

Yeah, over years
on the force.

Well, only one small thing
left to do.

Yeah, what's that?

Now you gotta prove it.

My heart just skipped
a b*at.

You're just excited.

Actually, I'm a trifle
nervous.

Look, all you have to do is
laugh at my jokes,

hold my bugs
and make me look good.

It's just like
we're in our office.

Hey, guys,
what do you think?

It is fabulous.
Mmm-hmm.

It's part talk show,
part science lab.

We want people to feel
at home, comfy.

And then we hit them with
your gruesome stories.

Oh, brilliant.

Brilliance, my friend,
is all yours.

Come on, let me show you where
we make you gorgeous.

Oh.

These little guys
were the key.

They whispered the

secret in my ear.

That's right. They whispered
the secret in his ear.

They led us to the k*ller.

They whispered the secret
in his ear

and that's how they made the
case, because...

They led us to the k*ller.

So, let's go to the tape,
shall we?

Cut! Cut! Cut!
Cut, cut.

Everybody, right away.
Back to one.

Nigel, a word.

Look, I'm sure if you give him
another chance, he'll come up aces.

He worked really hard on this.
He's just nervous.

Forget about him.
Give him a chance.

I want to talk about you.

Me?
Mmm-hmm.

I sucked.
Oh.

You popped, buddy.

I popped?
I got two words for you.

Solo act.

Solo act?

Okay, thanks.

I got uniforms at the house
and an APB on her car.

I don't get it.
Why did she run?

Maybe she figured if Daniel was taking
the rap, it'd be a good time to take off.

Well, found these
in her desk.

Every prognosis terminal.

Hey, do you have a log
of those su1c1de videos?

Yes. And this is your copy.

Thank you.

Yeah, they match the folders.

Let's look at the
appointment book.

It's not like he's gonna write in his
appointment book that he's k*lling people.

Here it is,
December th.

The doctor was away
at a conference.

That can't be right.

This is Hoyt.

Unless he didn't do
this alone.

Okay, thanks. Her car just
turned up in Medford.

I just found two more suicides that
occurred while he was out of town.

Think he had a partner?

I think we're gonna find out.

Thank you.

Stop right there!

Everything's going
to be okay.

Mrs. Gramble,
come with me.

Mrs. Gramble, you are under
arrest for the deaths

of Arthur Gramble
and Celia Brackett.

Nice mourning period.

My work is important.

Don't you mean
your husband's?

He believed in what I was doing,
but he could never do it himself.

Come on.
So you did it for him.

That woman was my husband's
patient for five years.

Take a good look at her.

Do you really think you're
doing her a favor?

I'm sorry.

This is Otto Neuman,
the man that Isaac k*lled.

He was a guard at Auschwitz.

It's been so many years.

Is that...

Isaac's brother.

Isaac always said it.

I never believed him.

Said what?

Isaac's parents wouldn't leave
Poland when mine did.

And then when
it was already too late

they sent Isaac and Frank
on their own.

They were soon separated.

Isaac was taken to Birkenau.

We always assumed
that Frank was dead,

buried in some mass grave.

But Isaac always said
he saw him in the camps,

working with the Germans.

He searched for him
his whole life.

Never married,
never had children.

He spent his whole life
chasing a ghost.

Looks like he found him.

At what price,
Dr. Macy?

When you live in the past,
it costs you the present.

His remains are ready
to be released.

Mmm.

Has anyone come for Frank?

A new family?

No.

I'll take them both.

I'll bury them together.

Is this a bad time? No, no, not at all.

I saved a woman's life today.

Well, that's wonderful.

No. No, actually,
it's not wonderful.

I don't understand.

I was trying to help her,
but I didn't.

I passed judgment
at a distance.

Sort of like
what I did with you.

I always hated you for trying
to take me away from my father.

Jordan, we just tried to do
what was best.

I can see that now.

If I can forgive myself for
what I did to that woman today,

maybe I can forgive you for
trying to actually do right by me,

even when it was wrong.

Thank you.

I'm sorry for walking out
on you the other day.

Oh, it was wrong of me
to say it was about money.

I suppose it's a more comfortable
currency for me to barter with.

I can understand that.

It's been twenty years.

Not a day goes by that I
don't think about your mother.

Finally,
something in common.

I miss her
and I miss you.

It's one thing to miss someone
who's gone, but...

Jordan, you're here.

I just don't want
to miss you anymore.

Well, now, hey, maybe I could come
by from time to time and see you.

I'd like that.

Okay then.

Hey, Lily.

A signature, please.

So it turns out they
were brothers.

Oh, I heard. Sad.

You know, I know he was young and
doing whatever he could do to survive

but I can't help thinking that justifiable
homicide was coined for this occasion.

Well, you ask me, I think
he must have welcomed death.

Must have been a relief
for it finally to be over.

Guess Jordan wasn't the only one
investigating a mercy k*lling.

Um, Garret?

Listen, we need to talk.

No, you need to work
things out.

There's nothing to work out. Well...

That may be true.

But I don't want to feel the way I
have for the last two days ever again.

I'm not blaming you.
I'm not pressuring you.

Just please, for my sake,
just

do whatever you need
to do to be sure.

Well, if it isn't
the traitor.

I've been looking
everywhere for you.

Yeah, why?
So you can gloat?

Gloat about what?

My best mate gives me
a sh*t at stardom

and I screw it up
for the both of us.

What are you talking about?

Tate told me the truth.
I mucked up the show.

I hope one day
you can forgive me.

You know, I discovered something
when I went back to the morgue.

Yeah, what's that?

I like it there.

I love my job.

It's where I belong. Don't try
to make me feel better, Bug.

No, no, no, no.
The truth is

if you hadn't
screwed up so badly

we might be stuck in some
glamorous life we really hated.

When you're right,
you're right.

Can I buy you an ale?

Yeah, all right.
Yeah.

So, you're a regular now?

Hey, this place has
a certain charm.

Look, Woody.
How about a toast?

To getting our man.

Pretty shallow victory, huh?

Bad guys don't always
wear black hats.

Guess we still gotta
do our jobs.

Yeah. So how's Daniel?

Relieved.

Good.

I felt bad about leaving you
with that sick lady.

And I, uh, just wanted
to make sure you were okay.

You're a nice guy.

Does that mean
I finish last?

No, it means I'd like
to buy you a drink.

Sure.

Excuse me while I negotiate
with the owner.

So, my old man gave me
some advice

and I went and made something
that resembles peace.

Ah, that's wonderful.

Yeah, I think we
sorted it out.

You did the hard thing,
Jordan.

That's always for the best.

What was that for?

I don't know.

You raising me.

Doing the hard thing.

Oh, in this case the hard thing
would have been anything else.

...for Woody?
Yeah, sure.