03x11 - He Said She Said

[bunniefuu]

So, you already packed up
and ready to go to Florida?

It's only a few days.

Okay, here are my contact numbers,

your added duties and the itemized reports
I'm gonna need from Lily.

- Okay, no sweat.
- Confirm all deliveries.

Uh, you should probably review my charts.
Oh, and the uh,

the cooler in the crypt's acting up.

No problem.

You ready for this?

Yeah, look at me, man.
I'm a vision of authority.

I'll just order the keg
and line up the togas.

Call me if you have any problems.

Okay. Oh, and call me if you decide
to go rollerblading in cut-offs.

I just want that mental image.

Okay, and don't forget sunscreen.

He didn't do it.

Guy's oozing guilt.
I'm up to my knees in it from here.

Yes, the wounds match the w*apon,

but whoever stabbed his
wife and two kids is a lefty.

This man is not.

We caught him standing over the victims
with the Kn*fe in his hand.

A Kn*fe he claims to have pulled
from his wife's chest.

Whatever.

Look at him.

Woody, he's staring into space.
He's obviously shocked and heartbroken.

Exactly. Shocked cause
we caught him, heartbroken

cause he's looking
at life without parole.

I'm just saying the forensics don't fit.

And I've always been
a good judge of character.

I read people very well,
and I don't think he's guilty.

I'm a pretty good judge of character,
too, Devan. I had you pegged, didn't I?

Don't tell me. Pushy, driven--

And sometimes intolerable. See?
impressive, isn't it?

Yet hardly original.

Alright. You know what?
Let's play a little game here.

Pick any person in here, any at all,
and I'll read them like the back of my hand.

That's not fair.
You know everyone here.

No, I don¡¯t. I don¡¯t know her.

Whoa.

Ma'am? Miss, are you okay?

You want to tell me what happened here?

I think I just k*lled someone.

What?

Jane faints. Woody catches herand they lower her to the floor.

Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa. I gotcha.
Can we get some help here please--

- Can we get some help?!
- I got it.

She's coming to.

You're okay. No, don't move, don't move,
don't move. You're okay. It's okay.

- What happened?
- You fainted.

I'm a doctor. My name is Devan.

Oh my God.

- Oh my God.
- No, it's not. it's not your blood.

You do have some minor abrasions,
but this didn't come from you.

That's uh, that's kind
of where I come in.

I'm Detective Hoyt, Homicide.

And uh, I'm gonna have to
ask you a few questions.

Um, okay, uh, why don't we start
from the beginning?

Why don't you tell us your name?

Um, Jane. Jane Newman.

I'm an ER nurse at Boston General.

I got off my shift at ten this morning
and walked to my car like I do every day,

- when this guy just--
- Someone approached your car?

He smashed right through my window.

Had you ever seen this guy before?

Oh, I think he was just after my purse.

What did he look like?

Brown hair. He had a goatee.
He was tall.

What happened next?

I tried to run away,
but he slammed me against the wall.

Then we started struggling.

Did he have a w*apon?

He had a g*n.

And before I knew it,
we were struggling over it.

And... and then it just went off.

Oh my God. What did I do?

Oh my God, what did I do?

Jane, we need to know exactly
where your car is. He may still be alive.

Oh, the parking garage on Harrison.

It's across from the hospital,
third level down.

Okay, okay. It's alright. Okay.

I'm gonna get one of my guys
to stay here with you.

Oh, no, please.
Will you stay with me?

Mmm.

Of course.

This is Hoyt. I'm gonna need
a unit over at Harrison.

Crime Scene, Hospital Parking

Uh, he's been chilling about two hours.

There's enough jailhouse tats
on this bloke to cover Riker's Island.

Charlie Rivers, twenty-eight.

Check out his wallet.
Probably cost more than my suit.

Wow. Now, what would a guy
carrying a Gucci wallet

want with some woman's purse?

Probably stole that, too,

along with the wad of cash
he was carrying.

Close to three grand.

Nice work if you can get it.

Last call he made was local.
We'll run a trace on it.

- Whoa-whoa,
- what was that?

¡°Four-one-four-nine-X-O.¡±
Security code, maybe?

An ATM number.

We can rule out phone number.

Because it is a license plate number.

This was not a random att*ck.

Charlie Rivers targeted Jane.

Ah, good. Jordan, there you are.
The compression in the crypt just d*ed.

Oh, no big deal.
Uh, we've got a backup, right?

Uh, that was the backup.

Oh, so call maintenance.

I did. We're on their list.
It could be hours.

In the meantime,
our bodies are thawing.

Alright. Uh,
hit Emmy up for some petty cash.

There's gotta be someplace
around here that sells dry ice.

Okay.

You know, Macy would have
hit the ceiling over this.

It's nice to have someone in charge
that doesn't go ballistic over things.

You know, I'm- I'm not Doctor Macy.

Yeah, I- I just don't see
why you have to be

all bitter and cantankerous
to do this job.

I mean, we're all adults here, right?

Yeah, you don't need me
lording over you.

Things are gonna run a lot
differently on my watch.

I'm sure everyone here
will be relieved to know that.

Oh, Lily, I- I need those itemized reports
on my desk first thing tomorrow.

I'm swamped, Jordan. I can't.

Oh, okay. Um--

Whenever you can.

Oh, hey, Bug.

You ever heard of one
our M.E.'s taking requests?

Last year at Christmas karaoke party,

when Nigel belted
¡°Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy.¡±

Some of us are still recovering.

No, I'm talking about an autopsy.
¡®Cause I got one for you.

You take it. I've got a date
with a drug addict, autopsy four.

She doesn't want me, she wants you.

- What, someone wants me?
- Personal.

That's what I've been trying to tell you.

Name's Anna Shah. Husband
dropped dead on the T this morning.

Well, I suppose word gets around.

Yeah, people talk.

So where- where is this woman?

I never get widows that look like that.

I never get anyone who looks like that.

But she wants me.

Yup. And that'll be the mantra.
Go get ¡®em, tiger.

Being a physician himself,

William told me what lung cancer
would do to his body.

Maybe I would have had him a little longer,

but I had to respect his choice.

Uh, and what was that?

William's spiritual belief was that

a body should not be disturbed
on its way to cremation,

protecting the astral self.

He wished not to have an autopsy.

Uh, um, uh, unfortunately,
your husband d*ed on city transport.

The Medical Examiner's Office
requires one-- / I realize that.

What I'm asking is
that you make no incision.

Uh, w- with all due respect,
Miss- Mrs. Shah, without an incision,

you don't have an autopsy.

We put a man on the moon,

and you're saying that there's no way
to release my husband

without slicing him open.

I saw your name on the directory.

Where are you from?

Uh, Liverpool.

Before that.

Bangalore. Uh, Chennapatna.
We moved when I was ten.

Small world.
I'm from Sriangapatna.

- Really?
- Mm-hm.

Wow. We might have passed
each other some day.

Yes, at the market.

Right.

I'd like to believe that.

Uh, I'll do what I can.

Hey, Bug.

Did you order a CAT scan
for a Mister William Shah?

That's right.

He was supposed
to be a standard autopsy.

You mind me asking
what's with all the frills?

It's complicated.

Well, I kinda need to know.

I mean, I'm in charge.

I'm sorry.
I- I thought I was laughing on the inside.

So, you haven't answered my question.

Look, how do I put this, Chief?

He doesn't want to be cut into.

He probably didn't want to die, either,
but some things are unavoidable.

Come on, it's his last request.

I don't care.

I've got a memo here from the Massachusetts
Bay Transportation Authority

requesting an autopsy.

They just want to avoid culpability.

Come on, man.
It's a lawsuit waiting to happen.

I- I told his wife I'd do what I could.

And you did.
Just cut him open. Capisce?

I'm usually sitting where you are,

Police Interrogation Room
assuring a patient that
everything's gonna be okay,

that things are gonna get better.

They will, Jane. I promise.

Every day for five years,
I've parked in that same spot, every day.

You're like everybody else,

until it happens to you.

But you fought back.
You try not to forget that.

- Hi, sorry.
- Mmm?

Would you excuse us
for a moment, please? / Mmm.

- Uh, sorry.
- Okay.

How's she doing?

Oh, she's okay.
We're just talking.

Thank you for staying with her, Devan.

I left a body for you back at the morgue.
You can talk to him all you want.

- Found him in the garage?
- Yes. So this is a homicide now.

I do appreciate your help,
but I got it from here.

But, Woody, if you want, I- I can help--

I'll tell her you had to go back to work.
Thank you.

- Hi. / Hi.
- Would you mind taking a seat?

- The man who att*cked you.
- Yes?

His name is Charlie Rivers.
Does that ring a bell?

No.

Okay, we traced the last number
he dialed from his cell phone

and pulled up an ID from the RMV.

He called this man.

Alex Dwyer.

- You know him?
- Oh, I know him.

Um, he's been stalking me.

I met him a couple months ago.

He'd been in a fender bender and needed
a few stitches above his eyebrow.

He was quite charming.

Um, handsome enough, I guess.

We got to talking.

He uh, said he'd made a lot of money
selling real estate.

Not afraid to admit that impressed me.

I don't meet many men in the ER.

Anyway, he uh, he asked me to dinner,

and I took a chance.

But when he walked me to my car,
he tried to kiss me goodbye,

and I- I just wasn't ready.

And when I pushed him away,
he snapped.

I got in my car, I drove away.

Well, that next day,
the gifts started coming,

then messages on my machine.

He'd show up at my job unannounced.

I mean, I knew this guy was following me.
I just never thought that he'd--

- Did you ask him to stop?
- He wouldn't.

So I f- I filed a restraining order.

How did this happen?

Did Alex hire this man to hurt me?

We found your license plate number
and a wad of cash on him,

so yeah, looks that way.

Jane, your statement could help us
put him away.

Well, you haven't seen this guy angry.

My life has been turned upside down
since the day I met that man.

He knows where I live, where I work,
when I get up, when I go to sleep.

This is exactly why you need to help us.

We're not gonna let him hurt you anymore.

You can't control that.

He has me exactly
where he wants me.

Not anymore, he doesn't.

Thank you. Thanks.

Yes.

That Alex Dwyer's file?

I thought you went back to the morgue.

I got distracted.

Tends to happen when you eavesdrop.

What's his file say?

Well, first, his real name is not Alex Dwyer,

it's Ernie Pitts, from Louisville, Kentucky,
and he's got a record.

He's stalked other women?

No. Grifter, petty con stuff, B-and-E theft.
That's about it.

Looks like he changed his name

and reinvented himself
as a real estate broker three years ago.

She claims he made a lot of money.

Hmm. Still couldn't buy himself a date.

So, if he couldn't have Jane,
no one would.

An oldie but a goody.

So he hires an ex-con to do
his dirty work.

Well, I'm gonna go pick him up
and tell him his plan backfired.

Alright, I'll go back to the morgue,
get Charlie Rivers into Trace.

He may be dead,
but his body could speak volumes.

We took Jane to a hotel.

As long as Dwyer's out there,
she is not safe at home.

I know his type.
She's not safe anywhere.

Autopsy: William Shah
Hey, Bug.

What's with the CAT scan?
William Shah's scheduled for an autopsy.

We've put a man on the moon, Peter.

Why can't we find a way to release
this guy without a scalpel?

Uh, eh, his wife asked me
to avoid dissection.

It's a long story.

And Jordan went along with that?

Yeah.

Really?

No.

Bug, you're obviously trying
to help this woman.

Plus, she wants you.

She put her trust in me
for a reason, Peter.

Because I understand
where she comes from,

and it's not every day
that I can say that.

And she's single now.

Could you flip on the monitor?

Sure.

- Strange.
- What?

His lungs, they're completely clear.
No signs of malignancy.

He didn't die of lung cancer.

He didn't even have it.

Why would the guy lie to his wife?

Come on, Bug.
Wake up and smell the coffee.

Maybe she's lying to you.

So?

Crypt
Looks like you'll need a new compressor.

Great, so let's get that baby in there
and you can be on your way.

Well, I'm afraid it's not that easy.

Office of Public Safety,

they won't even let me order the part
without a release form.

Well, where do I get one of those?

I fix coolers, lady.
How should I know?

So no compressor thing?

Uh, rules are rules.

Uh-oh. Bad day?

Well, this boss thing isn't
all it's cracked up to be.

Well, if it's any consolation,
I don't care what everyone else is saying,

I think you're doing a great job.

Thanks. I--

So if you need anything, uh, you know,

anything comes up,
you need a hand, you just let me know.

I will. I appreciate that.

Okay, so listen. I was thinking of maybe
gettin' out of here a little early today.

- Uh, not gonna happen.
- Okay, thanks.

I always had my suspicions about him.

And now the disappearing act,
it's par for the course.

What makes you think he disappeared?

Because I taped this to the door
three days ago. / Thank you.

Hello?
Mister Dwyer? Hello?

I must start trusting my first instincts.

Maybe he's dead. What else
could explain this lack of sanitation?

Ooh. I think this would explain the stench.

On the other hand,
looks like he left in a hurry.

What is this?
Shire View?

A condo development he's selling.

God awful things, they take
a fine old building from downtown

and fill full of gaudy marble
and gold fixtures.

No toothbrush,

no shaving kit.

Yeah, Dwyer split, alright.
Question is, where to?

Well, judging from this,
he can't be too far away from her.

That's what I'm afraid of.

Thank you for meeting with me.

I- I won't take up much of your time.

I- I just have something to say.

Well, I guess that makes both of us.

But, please, you first.

I think I was a little
forward with you earlier.

Perhaps even flirtatious.

This- this is not an apology.

It's more like an admission.

It's a strange time, as I said,

and ours was a marriage
of friendship only.

I hope you don't find it unseemly, but

I find you very attractive.

Oh. Uh, I see. Well, I- I--

Uh, it's alright.
I- I- I don't expect you to--

Well, I find you very attractive,
also, so--

But I'm sure you must be used to that.

Not at all.

I'm sorry, you- you said you had
something to say to me?

I did?

Yes.

Your husband.

Look, I don't know how else to say this,
but he didn't have lung cancer.

I don't understand.

I did the CAT scan myself, and I found
no pulmonary disease whatsoever.

So what did he die of then?

Well, that was a question
I was hoping to ask you.

I don't have any idea.

Look, there's no way I can determine
the cause of death

without doing a proper autopsy.

Please, I know I've asked you
a personal favor,

but I'm hoping I might be able
to make it up to you one day.

She said that?
That she finds you attractive?

Yeah. Bold, right?

It's commendable.

So, listen, tell me, is there some sort
of weird byproduct of grief that

- makes a woman--
- Vulnerable?

Horny.

Why? Because her husband d*ed
and she suddenly finds you attractive?

sh**t, Jordan.
I owe her paperwork.

You want to tell me what's goin' on?

Uh, oh, I think Lily just got called away.

I meant with the immunoglobulin
you ordered for William Shah.

Oh, that.

Yeah. Yeah, that.
That thing I told you not to do.

You know how much one
of these things cost?

You know what?
Just make it go away. Okay.

Ugh. I prefer anarchy.

Now, where were we? Oh, yeah.
What I was about to say.

When a person has years of
watching a loved one suffer,

the grieving starts when the illness does.

Hey, Anna's had her share of tears.

Now her life can begin again.

That- that makes sense.

But I would pose this question.

Is it her motives that you're worried
about or your own?

I just don't want to play on her emotions.

What is it? What'd you find?

The- the results of this test.

There's a large quantity of warfarin
in William Shah's blood.

Warfarin?

Rat poison.

Well, now, who's playin' who?

Trace: Charlie Rivers

Jane said she accidentally threw out
an old photo album last month.

He must have dug `em out of her garbage.

Hmm. You know what they say.

One man's trash is
another man's creepy photo project.

Devan, tell me you found something,

because between the wad of cash
and the last call he made,

I'm assuming that Rivers met up with
Dwyer yesterday for the money exchange,

and this body is our only roadmap
to finding him.

Well, here's our first landmark.

This powdery residue on his shoes.

Chemical signature points to recrystalized
calcium carbonate.

It's marble.
But not just any marble,

it's found in the hills outside
of San Pietro, Italy.

Alright, that's all very interesting,
but what does it tell us?

Well, it's highly prized for
custom kitchens and bathrooms.

And he was obviously somewhere earlier
today where this marble had been cut.

I'm gonna go out on a limb
and say it wasn't Italy.

The problem is, there's a lot of
custom kitchens being built.

- This could be a needle in the haystack.
- Or not.

This is Hoyt.

What?

Alright, I'm on my way.

They just found Dwyer's car outside
of the Shire View Apartments.

- Well, that was easy.
- I'll get my coat.

No. No, no, no.
You and your coat are gonna stay here.

I'm goin' solo on this one.

Hey. Hey, Nige.
Uh, can I have a sec?

Devan, thank you for everything.
It's been a pleasure.

Look, we just had a pile-up on the pike.
I need you to stay late tonight.

Oh, yeah, I wish I could, luv,
but I've got a man in--

Look, I wasn't waiting for an answer,
I was telling you.

I need you to stay late tonight.

Oh, hey, go ahead.
Everyone else has.

Detective Hoyt just kicked me
off the case.

Oh. Well, you're not gonna listen
to that, are you?

Mmm, yeah.

Okay, let me just tell you
how things work around here.

When the cops say walk, we run.

But when they say stop, we just go.

So let me get this straight.
Am I getting permission from the boss?

Uh--

"Shire View; Apartments

What are you doing here?

I'm trying to find a lead,
what do you think?

I think...
you're ignoring my request.

Oh, well.
Come on.

Riley, I've got a young woman
coming down to your car.

Would you kindly escort her home
before she drives me mad.

- Thank you. Come on.
- Now, you can't make me go.

Actually, I can.

This building is now part
of an official police investigation,

so would you please let me do my job
and get out of here? Thank you.

- Go.
- Alright.

You lookin' for me?

You lookin' for me?

I can scream, you know.

And I could pull this trigger.
What are you doin' here?

You should be more concerned
about what the cops are doing here.

Your little arrangement last night
failed miserably.

Charlie Rivers is dead.

You didn't really leave Jane
with much choice, did you?

- It was gonna be one of them.
- I was just trying to scare her.

- You succeeded.
- Where is she?

Someplace where you can't find her.

Find her?
Why the hell would I want to find her?

Okay, we're just gonna pretend
you haven't been stalking her

for the last couple months.

What? Look, I don't know
what kind of crap she spoon-fed you,

but I am not stalking Jane.
She's stalking me.

It's been going for two months now.

So why didn't you go to the cops?

I did.
I filed a restraining order.

She still manages to
break into my place.

This doesn't make any sense.

And what about the phone calls
she's making to me,

the flowers that she sends,
the notes on my car.

Does that make any sense?

I threw some stuff in the car
and got the hell out of there.

Now, look, I've got a record, okay?

I've done some bad things in my past,
and no one is gonna believe me over her,

but I swear to you,
I am telling the truth.

This woman's insane.

Woody?!

- You alright?
- Yeah.

He has a g*n!

Boston PD!

Boston PD!

Freeze!

Son of a b-

What were you thinking coming here?

- I'm sorry. I just, I mean--
- You alright?

Yeah.

What'd he say to you?

That's he's not the one doing
the stalking, she is.

Yeah.

Hiring a hit man and pointing a g*n
at a cop really helps that story.

He seemed pretty freaked out.

He said she's crazy,
she won't leave him alone.

And you believed him?

He claims he filed
a restraining order, Woody.

I think we should at least check it out.

Over half of all restraining orders
are countered by one back.

Just another way these freaks force
their victims to deal with them.

My main focus right now
is finding this guy.

He said that she broke into his place
and went through his things.

Devan, he's a con man and he's
being accused of attempted m*rder.

He's gonna say anything.

Look, all I'm saying is maybe we're
looking at this from the wrong angle.

He is a fugitive, he is a lunatic
and he could have k*lled you.

You're not a cop, Devan.

So I'm gonna tell you, from here on in,
you're to stay out of this.

Do you understand?

Go home.

Damn this stupid chair.
It's a stupid chair.

Uh, Jordan.

You've got your release form.

So what's the problem?

I need to get the okay
from the health inspector.

- For what?
- For me.

I'm concerned about working
in these conditions.

If you haven't noticed,

these bodies have been melting away
in above normal temperatures.

I'm no dummy.

But if you had just fixed the thing
in the first place,

we wouldn't even be having
this problem.

Hey, I don't make the rules.

Fine. Okay, I'm hereby
establishing a new rule.

Fifty bucks an hour.
Cash, check or charge.

Ca- cash, please.

Thank you.

Autopsy: William Shah

Hey, Bug. What time
you plannin' on gettin' outa--

Whoa.
You cut William Shah.

Turns out he didn't mind after all.

She snowed me, Peter.

Our weeping widow fed
her husband warfarin.

The blood thinner?

Otherwise known as rat poison.

Wow. To think you almost fell
for the coy sex-starved widow gag, huh?

Look, there it is.

William Shah d*ed of
a massive hemorrhage,

and his wife used me to cover it up.

I never bumped into anyone
at the market.

Uh, can't believe I fell for that crap.

Sorry, man.

You know, it all makes sense
to me now.

She saw my name on the directory

and a big sign on my forehead
that reads "dumb ass."

Look, eh, if that is the case,
then you can't blame yourself,

because she asked
for you specifically.

Which is exactly
why I should have known.

I'm contacting the police.

Hey, Bug.

Hold on a second.
Check this out.

- What?
- On the back of his throat here.

These purple reddish flecks.

Recognize them?

What the hell is goin' on?

Alex Dwyer's Condo
From the M.E.'s Office.

Gotcha.

What are you doing here?

I met Alex Dwyer tonight.

What?

At gunpoint.
Police are looking for him right now.

What happened?

Is Detective Hoyt here?
I-- You come by yourself?

Jane, Dwyer says he's the victim here,

that you've been stalking him.

Don't tell me you're buying into that crap.

I told you how persuasive he could be.

- He says you broke into his place.
- It's ridiculous.

Why did I find your print on his bed?

Because I was there.

Okay.

The one date we had ended up back
at his place,

and I slept with him.

No, you sai-
you said he tried to kiss you,

and then you pushed him away.

Mm-hm. The next morning.

It was a terrible,
disgusting misjudgment.

Why didn't you just say that?

Little too humiliating.

Facts are still the same, though.

Just because I made a mistake
doesn't mean he's not a monster.

Jane, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I thought--

- That he was telling the truth?
- Yeah.

So that's what you do?
You gather fingerprints, stuff like that,

make the victim feel like they're to blame.

- No, that's- that's not what I intended--
- You know what? I think...

I've been through a little too much
for someone I just met

to come over here
and judge me like this. / Jane.

Thank you.

I never should have listened to you.

See, it was a matter of time.
What'd I do now?

Woody told me to walk,
but you told me to run.

No, I didn't.
What are you talking about?

- Earlier, you said I- I should--
- Look, I am on brain overload, okay,

and I don't even remember
that conversation.

Are you deaf?

Oh, don't get me in the middle of this.
Uh-- / I am so sorry.

Sorry that my guy who I got parked outside
of Jane's hotel saw you go in there,

or sorry that you did it despite
my request?

- Both.
- Dwyer is on the lam.

Do you know how easily
he could have followed you?

You could have led him directly to her.

This is Hoyt.

I'll be right there.

Where are you going?

Back to the hotel.

Looks like you got somebody k*lled.

One sh*t to the heart.

Must have d*ed instantly.

Go ahead and bag him.

The hotel manager claims
at approximately one a.m.

guests heard a loud ruckus
from this room,

followed by a single g*nsh*t.

I thought you said I was safe here.

How did he find me?

Um, we're not too sure of that yet.

You want to tell me
what happened here?

He said he was room service.

Once I opened the door,
he just barreled inside.

He b*at you pretty bad.

- I tried to run.
- What happened next?

I picked up that lamp over there,

and I- I knocked the g*n from his hand.

That's when you grabbed it?

Yeah.

Once he lunged for me,
I didn't know what else I could do.

Do me a favor.

Can you make sure that
she gets home safely?

Come on, it's alright.

Thanks.

You should definitely recuse yourself
from this case.

Now what?

Nothing. No, you're right.
I'll let Nigel handle this one.

you're thinking about something,
so just spill it.

Where were her defensive wounds?

Alright, I'm up to speed.
Now, what's the problem?

Inconsistency,

Autopsy: Alex Dwyer
- written all over Dwyer's brain.
- See, Jordan?

This is what I'm talking about.
Are you gonna start with this again?

Children, please.
Alright, Nige, what have you got?

Alright, we caught this on the x-ray.

Now, Romeo here suffered a fracture
at his temple bone.

Oh, yeah, you can see a skull fragment
just above the ear.

Hit something pretty hard.

Which cause this epidural hemorrhage
around his brain.

So? / So, ironically, the b*llet
which entered through Dwyer's heart

perforated his aortic valve.

I'm sorry, uh, I'm gonna need
the Cliff Notes version of that.

Meaning that the g*nsh*t
quickly ceased all blood flow.

So the question is,
how did all that blood get to his brain?

Alright, this is all well and good,
but this case is closed.

He's dead, she's free. It's over.

Yeah, not so fast, Woody.

Great. Now you're siding with her.

I'm not siding with anyone.

I just think the two of you have become
so entrenched in your own positions,

you're missing the forest for the trees.

Now, maybe Dwyer started hemorrhaging
during the scuffle...

and he didn't even know it.

- Hey, look, get out of here.
- What the hell do you think you're--

Once inside the hotel room,
Dwyer att*cked Jane.

Come here.

But she escaped his grip

and sent him flying headlong
into the night stand.

He doesn't know it,
but now he's bleeding internally.

Soon after, the dizziness overwhelms,

Jane is able to knock the g*n
from his hand.

And sh**t him once in the chest.

Only with this amount of blood,

he had to have been bleeding at least ten
to fifteen minutes before he was sh*t.

He would have passed out well
before then.

Alright, this is all assuming
that his head hit something.

What are you getting at?

Well, the contusion's on his left side.

The temporal fracture is on his left side.

And the bruise on his brain is
on the left side.

A coup injury.

Meaning what?

Meaning that Dwyer didn't hit his head.

Something hit him.

Jane didn't use that lamp to knock
the g*n from his grip.

Look.
Look, no lacerations.

No, she- she used it to cr*ck his skull.

Why would she lie about that?

Well, because Dwyer
immediately fell unconscious.

Jane didn't want us to know,

because she never sh*t him out
of self-defense.

Jane convinced Dwyer
that she wanted to apologize,

but once he entered the hotel room...

she ambushed him with a lamp to the side
of the head, knocking him out cold.

For the next ten to fifteen minutes,

she staged the room to appear
as if they'd struggled.

Inflicted her own wounds.

All the while, his brain was hemorrhaging.

Once the scene was set,

Jane grabbed Dwyer's g*n
and sh*t him once.

The only problem is that Jane did not
make a call from her cell phone,

nor from the phone
in the hotel room last night to Dwyer,

so how did she arrange
for him to be there?

Wow, you bounce back quick.
Going somewhere?

I just need to get away.

Where to? Like Mexico?

Can I help you with something?

You know, we couldn't figure out
how you got Dwyer to the hotel last night.

Because I didn't. / Doctor Maguire
masterfully solved that riddle.

- Well, thank you, Detective Hoyt.
- You're welcome.

So, what'd you do?
You sneakout, call him earlier,

promise you'd stop tormenting him
if you guys make amends?

You'll be hard-pressed to prove that.

Oh, I'd make a wager those gloves
you're wearing

would match the fibers we found
on a pay phone a block from the hotel.

That's what I do, remember?
Collect evidence, stuff like that.

You just couldn't accept that
he didn't want to see you again.

He was just being selfish,
wasn't ready to settle down.

When he hired Rivers to scare you off,
it just made you madder.

I loved him.

Is that what you call it?

If he'd just stop fighting that,
we could have been happy together.

Crypt: william Shah

Kaposi's Sarcoma,

that's what we found in William's throat.

At least we know now that
your husband d*ed from AIDS.

I found a blood thinner hidden
in his briefcase.

Which he was using as a preventative
to avoid clotting,

and since warfarin is a blood thinner,

that would explain why it showed up
in the blood work.

He probably OD'd by accident, bled out.

Uh, but somebody would have had to
have prescribed him that.

He did.

He just prescribed it to himself.

He was trying to spare you from the truth.

- I know.
- Did you have any idea that he was...

Gay? Of course.

His family never would have
supported his lifestyle,

so he decided to live the life
that they chose for him.

And I loved him.

I only wish that he had love enough
for himself not to have to go it alone.

Sorry I was unable to respect his wishes.

I tried.

Your last name may have been
what drew me to you,

but who you are gives me comfort
that William was respected

until the end.

I'll need a little time,
but I would like to see you again,

on a happier occasion.

Nothing says "I'm sorry"
better than a hundred dollar bouquet.

Wow.

Uh, I appreciate it, Woody,
but I don't deserve any flowers.

In fact, I'm the one
who owes you an apology.

What are you talkin' about?
You were right. That's all that matters.

No, it isn't.

I was all over the map on this thing.

Got a little carried away. So what?
Happens to the best of us.

I got a B in algebra my sophomore year
in high school.

And I thought my life was over.

I mean, I saw my entire career path fade
before my eyes.

With a B? Wow. It's a good thing
I didn't have one of those career paths.

I told myself that
that would never happen again.

So I've been at the top
of my class ever since.

And I got there by working harder.

You know, I'm always the first in line and
the last to go home.

And being that way has always worked
fine for me, until now.

Now there are people's lives at stake.

I think I just need to slow down a little.

You can slow down
and still enjoy nice flowers on your desk.

I'll see you around.

Okay.

Woody.

Don't tell anyone about the B.

Devan got a B in algebra!

I've got to get away more often.

Hey, man. Uh,

wow, my contacts are driving
my eyes crazy.

Sleep deprivation doesn't help much, either.

I was just finishing up here.

But you are early.
Even before the coffee cart.

Well, I came straight from the airport

in case there were some fires
I needed to put out, literally.

But everything seems surprisingly in order.

Oh, ye of little faith.

I told you to wear sunscreen.

Get outa here.
Get some sleep.

You know, I've always been aware
of your talent at breaking the rules, Jordan.

I just didn't know how well
you could enforce `em.

Yeah, well, now you do.
Piece o' cake.

Garret, I have a new appreciation.

Yeah, I thought you might.

Yeah. Thanks, boss.

Morning.

Morning.