01x16 - Lost and Found

[bunniefuu]

What are you doing?
Running assignments.

Homicide in Dorchester.

No, I mean that cheerful sound
you're making with your mouth.

My Favorite Things,
Coltrane.

I've known you eight years,
Garret.

Never once have I known you
to hum a happy tune.

Go to Dorchester.

Look, I gave Lily a ride home last
night. She seemed a little down.

Really, what'd she say? Nothing
about you, which is a first.

So what's the deal
with the ex?

There's no deal.
We're communicating.

Vertically or horizontally?
That's very funny.

Dr. Macy, I'm sorry
to interrupt,

but we just got a call
on a dead teenager

and Dr. Sanders was up
next so I gave him the file.

Okay, Lily, thanks.

The thing is, it's this...
It's a student from Loyola High.

That's Abby's school.

Never been so glad to see you.

Remember Dr. Sanders?

Hey.
Damon's dead, Dad.

I talked to him this
morning, he was fine. Damon?

Damon Tremaine.

I met him in ninth grade in summer
session. He's such an amazing guy.

They said he was fine one second
and then he just fell down and d*ed.

Listen, you just try
to take it easy, okay.

I need to go do my job.
I'll be right back.

I'm Dr. Macy from
the M.E.'s Office.

My associate, Dr. Sanders.

Jim Evans. I run the basketball
program here at Loyola.

What happened? We were
running a full court drill.

Damon crossed half-court
and he hit the deck.

I thought he had sprained his
ankle, but he didn't get up.

Was he breathing when you got to him? We
tried CPR until the paramedics arrived.

I just can't believe
this could happen.

I read about this guy.

He was one of the top high
school players in the state.

All right, listen, let's just run the
basics and get a wagon down here fast, okay?

Hey, Eddy. What's up?
What have we got?

Single g*nsh*t to the back
of the head, execution style.

ID?

No. No wallet, no keys,
nothing. No witnesses either.

Of course, a half a dozen
people heard the g*nsh*t, but...

My guess is the sh**t took off
through that alley over there.

Small caliber.

Oh, must have come
here to score.

That and a little grocery shopping.
He had this bag here with him.

Ah, milk and heroin.

That's the breakfast
of champions, right?

He probably lived in one of
these flophouses around here

where the junkies sh**t up,
sleep and eat.

In that order.

Of course, that's in between
changing diapers, right?

How could he be dead?

I mean, he's a month younger
than I am.

How could this have happened?

I won't know until
I examine him.

Damon was the best player
that Loyola ever had.

Every college in the country
was after him.

Did you know him well?

I didn't date him if that's
what you're asking. It isn't.

I'm sorry.

I used to hang with him a lot
before he became a basketball god

and started spending every second
either practicing or lifting weights.

He used to hassle me about not
having everything figured out.

God, he knew exactly
what he wanted.

Listen, are you
going to be okay? I got to go.

Call you as soon as I know
something.

Okay.
All right.

Dad?

I found this on the upstairs
table, at Mom's.

Thanks.

Look, Abby, your mom's been going through
a tough time since Walter left, and I...

You don't need to explain.
Well, no, I know. It's just...

No, Dad. I'm a big girl

and I understand
and I'm totally cool with it.

You are?
Sure. Why not?

I have plenty of friends whose
parents have split then hooked back up.

It's no biggie.
Call me later?

Yeah.

Ever see
one of these before?

Membranous hind wings,
dentated legs, clavated antenna?

Interesting.
Where'd you find it?

Pulled it off the shoe of
a dead junkie in Dorchester.

Can it help me find out
who k*lled him?

Let me look into it.

Thank you.
Thank you.

Nice hat.
Thanks.

Well, what do you think?

You're a vision of idiocy.

You mean you're not even the
least bit curious about the hat?

Uh, no.

Come on, insectus,
take a guess.

Mentally deranged
chimney sweep?

Close, in that I will be
sweeping away the soot and cobwebs

to explore our collective
nightmarescape.

It's my mate's business.

I'm taking over while
he's away in Barbados.

See, the topper is so the tourists
can pick me out in a crowd.

What, that's been a
problem before?

Look, see.
Boston Fright-seeing Tour.

Haunted history,
ghostly byways.

Add yourself and you've
got a horror hat trick.

Add forty bucks a head
and you got a new Porsche.

Is that a dog?

New admit.

Oh, okay. A, it's alive
and B, I am not a vet.

Not the dog. Her.

Bless you.
Oh, I'm...

Oh, allergic.
Sorry.

This little guy was
found with her.

She was walking him in Cambridge
Common when she passed away.

There's no identification.

All right, then let's get her
into Trace and run some prints.

What about him?

Oh, I defer to ancient Korean
wisdom when it comes to dogs.

Which is?

They inspire longevity
and good health.

Oh, did you hear that?

As part of a complete
nutritious breakfast.

Just get him out of here.

Mrs. Tremaine,
I'm Dr. Macy.

I'd like to offer my condolences
for the loss of your son.

Thank you.

We'll be performing an autopsy
this afternoon.

Is there anything you can tell me about
Damon's medical history that would be helpful?

He was fine. He hadn't missed
a day of school in three years.

My daughter Abby goes to
Loyola.

She said that Damon
was a great kid.

He was a popular boy.
Sweet, smart.

Everything was going great
until that man got a hold of him.

You mean Coach Evans?

That bastard's responsible
for my son's death.

What makes you say that?

Damon loved to play
basketball.

And I supported it as long
as his grades were good.

But Evans had him practicing
morning, noon and night.

Wind sprints, special diets.
Who knows what else?

If there's anything unusual about Damon's
death, I can assure you we'll find it.

If we're lucky,
we'll know more tonight.

If I was lucky,
my son would still be alive.

Hey. Still no luck on missing
persons. Find anything?

Yeah, one strange thing.

She's wearing an outfit
that costs more than my car.

Well, she was found
on Cambridge Commons.

There's a lot of rich folks
around there.

Yeah, that's what I thought.

Then I looked at her hands.
Whoa.

These are working hands, years
of harsh chemicals, manual labor.

Self-made woman?

Or maybe just a maid.

Bless you.

Is that mutt still here?

Animal Control took him an hour ago.
She's got some hair on her jacket.

If she's a maid,
how come she's wearing Chanel?

I'm guessing hand-me-downs.

Let's start calling all
the household help agencies,

see if anyone didn't show
up for work this morning.

Okay.

Jordan.

Oh. I got your page.
What's the emergency?

No emergency. Just thought
I'd keep you in the loop.

Since when do you keep
me in the loop?

Well, I figured I'd spare you
the whole going behind my back,

being obnoxious routine you
normally resort to, you know.

Oh, well, when you put it that
way.

So, what have we got?

Nailed the sh**t
in the John Doe case.

Oh, wow. That was fast.

His name is Keith Walker,
small-time dealer.

The guy had the keys,
the wallet, everything.

k*lled the man
for twelve dollars.

Has he confessed?

Not yet. He lawyered up.

Well, I ran the victim's
prints. His name's Chris Vanders.

Yeah, yeah, so did we.
Not much of a record, though.

He's got possession charges
for cocaine, heroin. That's it.

Have you located the mother and the
baby yet? We sent a unit to the address.

They're on their way in.
This part never gets easier.

That poor kid's going
to grow up without a father.

Some father.

Hey, it's not all
black and white, Jordan.

I didn't realize you were
such a bleeding heart. I'm not.

I'm just saying the guy's life
was complicated.

I mean, come on, he was
buying dope and diapers?

I'd say he was a bit conflicted. "A bit"?

A junkie, I can deal with, but a junkie
with a kid, that kind of pisses me off.

I'm just giving him the benefit
of the doubt, that's all.

Detective Winslow,

this is Tanya Vanders,
Chris Vanders' wife.

Hi, Mrs. Vanders.
I'm Detective Winslow.

This is Jordan Cavanaugh. She's the
medical examiner assigned to the case.

Hi.

Where's Amy?
I'm sorry?

My baby.

He had my baby.

He came by whenever
he was clean, to see Amy,

you know, and yesterday he
showed up about two o'clock.

He said he'd watch her while
I did some errands.

And when I came back,
they were gone.

And then I got a call from the
police saying Chris was dead.

We know about his heroin use. He was
found in a known drug neighborhood.

Any idea why he'd take
the baby there?

I don't know.
He did lots of crazy things.

Any idea who
his dealers were?

No.

Look, we're going to canvas the neighborhood
where he was found, get the press involved.

If she's alone, no one
will be taking care of her.

Will she be okay?

Tell me the truth, Dr.
Cavanaugh. How much time?

We will find her
as soon as we can.

As soon as we know anything,
we'll call you. I promise.

Do you have
someplace to go?

No.

Why don't you
come with me?

I can take you back
to my office.

Maybe you could get
some rest there.

Thank you.

Here we go, my darlings.
As promised,

the spooky saloon,
the gruesome groggery,

the petrifying public house.

Yes, scary, yeah.

Lmpressive.

Nigel.
Mmm-hmm.

Can I have a word? Certainly,
certainly. One moment, my darlings.

Right, yeah, what?

Who are these people?
Terror tour.

And you found them
where, exactly?

Waiting around for one of those dull-as-dishwater
Paul Revere Slept Here snore buses.

I offered them
an alternative.

You stole
an international tour?

I prefer the term
"diverted," but yeah.

Look, the joint's closed
until dinner,

so why don't you take these
people back to their bus?

Because they're expecting chilling
tales from the haunted tavern.

Come on,

I bet you're a regular gay raconteur
when you get going, hey? Hey?

I have my moments. The problem
is the place isn't haunted.

Yeah, well, these people are
looking to be entertained,

not write a bloody
master's thesis.

You want me to spin some line of bull
to these people about ghosts in the bar?

Weave an alternate history
is all I ask.

What's in it for me?

Twenty hungry, thirsty
Germans.

Bratwurst
and beer ring a bell?

Jawohl.

Willkommen!

Hey, we got a match on
Jane Doe's dental records.

Her name was Hilda Ruiz.

Good. Next of kin?

Well, I got a number in San Miguel de
Allende, Mexico. I talked to her sons.

She worked as a domestic
in Cambridge for eight years.

And her employers didn't
report her missing?

Maybe they figured she
was just taking a sick day?

She needed more than a sick
day. Her lungs were a mess.

Tons of scar tissue.

Do you have any idea why?

Eight years up close and
personal with cleaning chemicals.

She might as well have been
working in a mine.

Can her children arrange
for her body to be sent home?

She sent money every month
to Mexico to support them.

Did her sons have a contact number
for the family she worked for?

Maybe I should
go to the source.

You said she was found
in Cambridge Common?

Yeah.

It's time to go knock
on some doors.

The bloody hook came
closer and closer.

And he knew the vengeance of
the pirate ghost was upon him.

Woo! Bravo.

Thank you, barkeep Cavanaugh.
That was quite the tale of horror.

Friday night,
Scooby Doo rerun, right?

Never miss an episode.

That's brilliant.

Brilliant.

Well, thanks again
for the brew and the blarney.

Ah...

Oh, no. Their tab's settled.
I double-checked it myself.

Oh, they're all settled. You
still owe me a speaker's fee.

Oh, but...

Come back any time.

Most cases of sudden death
are due to cardiac arrest.

But that wouldn't explain the
low body temp I got at the scene.

Since time of death isn't
an issue. What about dr*gs?

I ordered a tox screen.
Jugular veins were distended,

heart's enlarged.

Looks to be.

What?

I used to run eight or nine games a
day in the hot sun when I was his age.

Felt invincible.
Bet he felt the same.

Well, you know, when you're a kid, you
never think you're pushing yourself too hard.

If you want to go all the way,
you got no choice.

That sounds like the voice
of experience.

I played ball
as a freshman at Cal.

At Berkeley? You must have
been pretty damn good.

Yeah, I could play.

But once I decided to go
pre-med, something had to give.

This kid never even
got to make the choice.

This is the nicest room
we've got.

The rest of the place can be pretty
creepy when you're not used to it.

Hey, can I get you something to
eat or drink? I'm okay, thanks.

Amy. That's a very
pretty name.

Yeah, we named her after
my grandmother.

She's usually napping by now.

I finally got her on one of those
schedules they talk about in the baby books.

It's hard being on your own.

My dad raised me alone.

I'm sure there were times when
he wished I wasn't around.

No, he didn't.

Just find her.

Please.

So, what'd you guys find?

Well, there's some dusty residue
embedded into the soles of his shoes.

Okay, get me a sample.
Nigel, can you run that?

Yeah, sure.

I feel terrible
for that woman.

I feel even worse
for the baby.

What about that beetle
I found?

Ah, well, traditionally, it is found in
warmer regions of the Eastern Seaboard,

in Georgia, Louisiana,
the deep South.

But at some point last night, Chris
Vanders stepped on a beetle nest.

In the deep South?
No, probably not,

but someplace very warm.

The female doryphora only lays
her eggs

in temperatures above
eighty-five degrees Fahrenheit.

That could be anywhere
with a heater.

And one of the fibers on his pants leg is
a wool commonly used in industrial carpets.

Distinguishing feature
being its color.

What color exactly?

Puke green.

So I did some checking, and based
upon the weave and the fabric grain,

the manufacturer appears to be
an industrial firm in Arlington.

Now, it's used mainly
in hotels.

That's a long sh*t. How
many hotels in Boston proper?

I don't know.

But I've got a feeling
I'm about to find out.

Thanks for picking me up. I was
just too freaked out to drive.

Well, you know, it's tough to
lose someone you care about.

It's just so weird

how one second they can be laughing
and smiling, and then the next...

Tell me, did Damon ever talk about
taking performance-enhancing dr*gs?

You know, amphetamines,
steroids or anything like that?

Everyone knows that some of the jocks
take dr*gs to help them play better.

Did Damon take them?

He didn't say
and I didn't ask.

I do know that Coach Evans
is a banner freak.

Basketball championships,
he lives for them.

Word is that he looks the other way
if players want to improve their game.

This just feels like
a bad dream.

I'm sorry about your friend.

He had such big plans, college
and then pro basketball.

And then he was going to go
into business like Magic Johnson.

So maybe we could do
something this weekend,

catch some jazz,
maybe see a movie.

How's that sound?

You mean like you, me and Mom,
the three of us?

I didn't really think about it. But
maybe, I mean, I suppose we could...

I would, but
I have other plans.

We're really upset
about Damon,

so some of us wanted to go up to Kyle's
house in Maine and just chill out.

Kyle? Now, is that the kid with the
pierced tongue and the lizard tattoo?

It's a python.
Oh.

Did your mom
okay this?

Not yet, but she'll
be cool with it.

Plus, it'll give you two
some alone time.

Abby?

Never mind.

Lily, you need to get me
that damn dog.

I thought you were allergic.

Hey. That's him.

I found this on a telephone
pole near the Common.

I called them four times about their missing
housekeeper and they wouldn't return my calls.

What are you going
to do with the dog?

I'm going to make the little
mutt earn his keep.

We've come up with a list of possible
hotels your husband stayed in last night.

Any of these ring a bell?

Yeah, Manchester Hotel.

Must have dragged him out of there
half a dozen times when he was high.

Nope.
Are you sure?

Told you, I haven't seen
either of them.

You understand
there's a baby missing.

That her father's last whereabouts
were two blocks from this hotel.

Hey, look, people pay
for privacy here.

I mind my own business.

Listen, moron, a man's dead, his kid is
sick somewhere and you're being a complete...

Jordan, Jordan,
let's show some tact here.

Okay, the way I see it,
you got two choices.

You either help us or I call in a
sweep search of this entire place.

No telling what you
got going on here, pal.

Search like that takes,
I don't know, ten days.

Of course, we close you down
in the meantime.

Yeah, well, you can't shut me down.
This place is on the historical register.

I'll make sure to stick a flag out
front when I bolt the door. Come on.

Okay, I seen him.

He's been here two weeks,
room .

Did he have a baby with him?
I don't know.

Look, all I know is that
he owes me a week's rent.

When he didn't show up
yesterday, I padlocked the door.

She's gone.

Over here.

Amy.

Hold it right there,
ma'am.

Who are you people?
Boston Police.

Ma'am, Boston Police.
We...

There's been a mix-up,
ma'am. Very sorry.

There's a lot of other names on
that list. We should get going.

Okay.
What...

I'm sorry.

How's she holding up?

She'll be a lot better
when we find her kid.

We canvassed the neighborhood
where he was k*lled,

checked every hospital, day-care
center and nursery in the area.

That list of his friends we got? Yeah?

No leads.

So, what?
You just going to give up?

You've known me too long to say
something like that to me, Jordan.

You know how this works.

The force has only so many man hours it can
devote to finding a junkie's kid, I'm sorry.

Look, the longer she is out there, the
less chance we have of finding her alive.

We better catch a break 'cause
she could be anywhere. Oh, well...

Hey, hey, hey. Don't go getting
all self-righteous on me here, okay?

I'm not the bad guy
on this one.

Look, I'm not giving up
on this baby.

Mr. And
Mrs. Hildebrant,

this is Dr. Vijayaraghaven
- satyanaryanamurthy.

Your office said it was
urgent.

I have something
you lost.

Pomegranate. Oh, sweetie...
Where did you find him?

Oh, attached to the wrist
of your deceased housekeeper,

Mrs. Ruiz.

Remember her?

What, you don't remember the woman
you stepped over for eight years

as she buffed your
mahogany floors?

How did you know we had...
Nitrobenzene.

Puts a real nice shine on your
hardwoods and on your lungs.

I'll bet you didn't even spring
for health insurance, did you?

No, of course not. She wasn't any more
important to you than a mop or a broom.

One goes, get another one
to replace it.

Well, you may not have

afforded her much dignity
in life,

but if you're any kind of
human beings...

...believe what I saw. And as
I felt the ghostly apparition,

a seductive siren song calling
me from beyond the grave,

I was imbued with
the power of the necromancers.

When are we going to see
the face in the bucket?

Steady on, sir. The world of the
undead must be allowed to unfold.

How about a potty break then?
We been hoofing it two hours now.

Look, look, you're going
to get your face in the bucket

and your W.C.
All in good time, okay?

Now, where was I? Oh, yeah,
right. The lady from the bog.

The year, .

Hello, Dr. Macy.

Did you leave your resignation on my desk
or were you planning on mailing it in?

We were just leaving.

Okay, next on our tour, Lizzie
Borden's favorite hamburger stand.

Tox screen on Damon Tremaine.
And?

Trace evidence of ephedrine.

That could have caused Damon's
heart failure if he had

some kind of congenital
abnormality.

I want you to check out this
kid's medical history. Sure.

Where are you going?

Have a word
with Damon's coach.

Does it really cost ,
dollars to send a body to Mexico?

I may have rounded it up
eight thousand dollars or so.

A bonus for her kids.

That's nice.

Nah, anyone would have
done the same.

Oh, I don't know about that.

I do know one thing, though.

Yeah, what?

When you were reading the Hildebrants
the riot act, you didn't sneeze once.

Go, sh**t!

Excuse me, Coach Evans.

Um...

Doctor...
Macy.

Macy.

So, I'm surprised to see your
guys back on the court so soon.

Yeah, it was their idea.

They figured Damon would have
wanted us to keep working.

That's the kind of kid
he was.

It's a real tragedy.

All right, all right,
that's it. Let's call it.

I'll see you guys at
: a. m. Sharp.

So I understand he was
a big part of your team.

Could have been a major
division-one player.

Definitely had a sh*t at the pros. Wow.

Have you figured out what
happened yet?

We suspect heart failure
aggravated by the use of ephedrine.

I can't believe Damon would have
messed around with that junk.

You know, there are rumors
that you encourage

your players to use
performance-enhancing dr*gs.

What? How dare you come in here pointing
fingers at me. Who do you think you are?

Now, I don't let my players
use dr*gs, period.

Blood tests don't lie.

Neither do badly-healed
stress fractures.

If you're asking me if I pushed Damon
hard, you bet your sweet ass I did.

My players learn to push
themselves to be the best.

It's the only way to succeed,
on the court or off.

Did you know that Damon
had a congenital heart defect?

What the hell are you talking about? Yeah.

Vigorous exercise could be risky,
especially in the presence of ephedrine.

If there were something wrong with
Damon, I would have known about it.

You sure as hell should have.

And if I find out that you did, you've
coached your last game at this school

or anywhere else.

Word to the wise,

octogenarian day trippers,
terrible tippers.

I'll keep that in mind.

Oh, I just got your tox screen
and blood test results back.

Vanders was clean.

What do you mean? I mean he didn't
have any dr*gs in his system.

Hadn't touched any for at
least a month, maybe longer.

What about the fresh track
mark on his arm?

Well, the chap didn't have
much money.

Maybe he was giving blood.
It's twenty bucks a pop.

And the hairs on his body?

Let me see.

Six of them... Six of them belong to
Chris Vanders. One of them wasn't his.

But whoever it belongs to was a very
heavy user of both cocaine and heroin.

Any other markers on it?

Let's see.

The hair was long, red, came from
a woman, twenties to thirties.

All right, thanks a lot.

Eddy.

Dispatcher heard the name
Vanders, kicked it up to my office.

Got here as soon as I could.

What happened?

Unit cruised by.

Found her passed out, syringe
and a dime bag next to her.

I've been looking at this
all wrong, Eddy.

Chris Vanders wasn't trying
to steal his baby.

He was trying to save her.

The drug dealer didn't confess
before. Why should he now?

I might not have stressed to him
the importance of cooperation.

Besides, let's face it,
he's all we got.

Now, what do you want?

Need to ask you a few
more questions.

Yeah, well, I already
told you.

Yeah, I don't say anything
my lawyer don't tell me to.

Your lawyer's not here.

Nice try. I know my rights.

This isn't about
Chris Vanders.

There's a baby missing.

And what's that
got to do with me?

I'm not screwing around.

We know the wife
was the addict.

Yeah, you're so smart,
what do you need me for?

I'm going to tell you this
one time.

I don't know if I can bust you for
Vanders' m*rder, but I guarantee,

if that baby dies,
you're going away for life.

All right.

I sold to the mother that day.
Satisfied?

She have the baby with her?

Yeah.

She was so strung out, she
didn't know which end was up.

She was begging.

She actually offered to give
me the kid for a dime bag.

So what'd you do? What the hell
am I going to do with a baby?

You know, she was pathetic.

I mean, I was actually going to give
her a fix just to get rid of her.

So, you know, I'm in the middle
of making some kind of arrangement.

You know what I'm saying? When,
wham, I get popped from behind, right?

And this guy starts
kicking me.

And then she starts in on him,
and they're both going at it,

and he's screaming at her
about the baby.

What's he saying?
I don't know,

something about her being
an unfit mother.

Look, I'm just... I was just
trying to make a living, man.

I get up and I get out
of there.

You see him take the baby?
No. I told you. I just left.

What about later?

When? When? Later. You saw him later.

He came back, he bought groceries.
That guy kicked your ass.

He couldn't get away
with that, huh?

You did what you had to do to
protect your street name, right?

Reach into your pocket,
grab your g*n.

Okay.

I told you I ain't talking about
that part without my lawyer.

Right.

I don't care about your
lawyer.

Did he have the baby?

No.

Thanks.

Sit down.

Remind me never
to piss you off.

Yeah, a lot of good
it did us.

We're not one step closer
to finding the kid. Well...

Excuse me.

Aye! Cavanaugh.

Yeah, I made a few calls about that
residue on Chris Vanders' sneakers.

Yeah, what about it?

It's brick dust.

Did you call the company and
ask where they've been used?

You see, that's just it. The company
that imported them went out of business

a hundred and fifty years ago.

So whatever building he was walking
around in, well, you do the math.

Okay, thanks, Nige.

I think we just got a break.

He wanted to hide
the baby from Tanya.

He wanted someplace safe
and warm.

Yeah, so?

Doryphora decemlineata.

It's a bug we pulled off the
bottom of Chris Vanders' shoe.

You only find it in places
over eighty-five degrees.

Huh. Hey. Over here.

Where's your furnace?

Hey, hello.
Come on.

Yes, hello, Amy.
How are you?

Huh, you okay? Hmm?

I know, I know.

You said you had more
information on my son?

Yes, he d*ed of arrhythmic
hypertension.

What is that?

Damon's heart was several
ounces heavier than normal.

Combine that with the ephedrine
we found in his system,

add vigorous exercise and you
have a recipe for heart failure.

Are you saying Damon
was taking dr*gs?

I'm afraid so. We also got
his medical records.

Damon's pediatrician diagnosed
an irregular heartbeat.

You authorized a visit
to a heart specialist.

Your signature's
on the consent form.

I knew about his problem.

But when he started at Loyola,

his condition was never reported
to Coach Evans or the school doctor.

Why is that?

That was Damon's decision.

He didn't want to risk
his basketball career.

If the coaches had known about his problem,
he may not have a basketball career,

but he would still be alive.

He was a very ambitious boy.

He saw basketball as the key
to his future.

He begged me not to tell
the school doctor.

And why'd you listen?

Damon was strong-willed.

You know how kids are.

They get their mind set on something
and they steamroll you until you give in.

I let him convince me that he
was an adult, that he knew best.

I'll have to live with that
mistake for the rest of my life.

Chris's parents have agreed
to take custody of Amy.

If you try to contest it, Lieutenant
Winslow's going to file drug charges.

I won't contest it.

Get yourself
in a rehab program.

It's never too late
to be a good parent.

Chris proved that.

I'm really going to try.

I promise.

Well, I'm not the one you
should be making promises to.

Total low blow, Garret.

It's nice to see you, too.

You called Mom and told her not
to let me go to Maine with Kyle.

We decided it wasn't
a good idea.

You guys decided.
Hello? What about me?

Don't I get a vote?
Actually, no.

Right, it's just my life and
why should I have a say in it?

Look. We know that Damon's
death really upset you,

but we just thought that an
unsupervised weekend in Maine...

You guys start hooking up
and you g*ng up on me.

I know the idea of me and your mom seeing
each other must be very confusing to you.

Not really.

Okay, well, you need
to understand

that no matter what goes on
between us, we both love you.

And until you're , we're going to
decide what we think is best for you.

Right, so let me get this straight.
You and Mom get to do whatever you want

and I still get treated
like a child.

No offense, Garret,
but that really sucks.

I'm sorry you feel that way.

Oh, and Abby,

next time you call me Garret,
you're grounded for a month.

Max, can I get a scotch neat,
the good stuff, please?

You got it.

So, my daughter driving
you nuts?

Not yours, mine.

Abby, right?
Yeah.

How old is she?
Seventeen.

Have a double. On me.

Tough age, .

They're right on the brink of being able
to tell you to shove it and they know it.

Right. Jordan must have
been a handful at that age.

With Jordan, this stage
started at eleven.

And when did it end?

I'm still waiting.

You know, the thing is,
she's a great kid.

She's so much like her mom.
For better and for worse.

Tell me about it.

With Abby, I don't know.
I'm watching her grow up

so sure of what she wants
and who she is. Meanwhile,

I'm less and less sure
of who I am.

Well, the good news is your
daughter knows even when you don't.

Yeah, good point.

So, what are you boys up to?

Just a little father talk.

Uh-huh. Look, I thought you decided
you were going to take down that

ridiculous bikini team
poster by the ladies' room.

No, actually, you did.
I think it's kind of...

Yeah, hideous.
I'm taking it down.

See? Still waiting.

And for the hero of the day,

a gin gimlet.

Yeah.

Well, the real hero is in a
refrigerated container at Logan Airport,

tagged to Guadalajara.

My dad

had an engineering degree from
the Punjab Institute of Technology.

You never told me your dad
was a scientist.

Yeah, but when he came here, he had
to work two jobs to support our family.

A counterman at a deli
and a grade-school janitor.

Oh, that must have been
hard for him.

Yeah, I'm sure it was.

But he never showed it.

A man with an IQ of ,

happy to slap mustard
on turkey sandwiches all day

and clean toilets all night.

Just so his kids could live
the American dream.

You get to spend your days surrounded by
insects and people that care about you.

I'd say he got his wish.

You going to admit I was right? About what?

Chris Vanders.

The whole benefit
of the doubt.

Oh, that.

Yeah. Sure, why not?

What, you're going
to fold just like that?

It was the baby, wasn't it?

What about it?
Yeah.

Yeah, got to you.

Softened you up
a little bit, huh?

Get out of here.
What? I'm serious.

You looked good
holding that baby.

Maybe you should think about
popping one out, you know?

Think maybe I should
pop my foot up your ass.

Mmm?

Yeah.