06x01 - Retribution

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Previously on "Crossing Jordan..."

We have all night.

More than that, I hope.

- What happened?
- I don't remember.

- One sh*t could be accidental, but two...
- This is Jordan we're talking about.

There was the g*n sh*t residue
in her hand and her arm...

...and her fingerprints
were on the g*n.

I think that you would do
anything for her.

- Are we done here?
- Yeah.

I mean are we done?

All four cases, solid evidence of m*rder.
All of the accused were acquitted. / So?

Same judge presided over all four cases.

Judge Clarence Gordon.

So, the son of a bitch drugged
that drink, m*rder*d J.D., and framed me.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

- Who was it?
- Some guy.

Judge Gordon? Clarence Gordon
ring a bell? / No.

He's the bartender.

- The one Jordan thinks drugged her?
- Yeah, that's the guy.

Plenty of prints, though.

- Run them against Jordan's.
- Not your case, Detective.

Whose prints?

Jordan's.

Jordan can't really have gone
"round the bend", can she?

Lu's got all she needs,
Jordan's prints on this guy's throat.

One day after she was holding
a g*n over Pollack's dead body.

We all know Jordan didn't k*ll anybody,
but we need to prove it quick
before she gets herself in more trouble.

Yeah, 'cause two murders and violating
the terms of her bail isn't bad enough.

I want every piece of trace off
this body and I want it yesterday.

What if it's just more Jordan
all over it?

Then that's what it is. You're a detective,
detect where Jordan is.

All right. Someone paid
this guy to drug Jordan.

If he told her who,
she's tracking him

or she's in D.C. going after the judge
that she thinks is behind all this or...

She could be dead.

I'll get a warrant to track
her cell phone.

Yeah, but then you find her and
Lu finds her.

The Lieutenant has authorized me
to put you on administrative leave.

- For what?
- Stealing evidence.

You reported him? / Woody, I need you
to hand over your g*n and your badge.

- I'll see what the Lieutenant has to say.
- What do you think you're doing?

Court orders are being signed as we speak.
You will have nothing to do with this body.

"B.P.D." will transport
the body to the morgue.

Officers are going to stand guard until
an independent pathologist completes the autopsy.

It's over.

You're all done protecting her.

Let's go.

We need to find her now.

WASHINGTON, D.C.

FEDERAL COURTHOUSE . WASHINGTON, D.C.

Morning, Your Honor.

Judge Gordon!

CROSSING JORDAN

JILL HENNESSY

MIGUEL FERRER

RAVI KAPOOR

KATHRYN HAHN

STEVE VALENTINE

LESLIE BIBB

AND JERRY O'CONNELL

CREATED BY TIM KRING

I just spoke to the Lieutenant.

Administrative leave, formal hearing,
the results go to "I.A.D."

- He took my badge.
- I thought we were done.

And I'm sorry.
You can hate me. I get it.

- But we're talking about Jordan's life here.
- I am doing my job like you should have.

- She knows she was drugged.
- She confessed. Forensics back that up
and then she comes up with the story.

That's the way it always
plays, Woody. / Lu...

You want to talk about this case? Fine.

Tell me where she is.

I don't know where she is.

Then we are done.

- This is a bad idea, Nigel.
- Bad ideas are all we have left.

We should be in the lab
tracking Jordan's cell phone.

- I need to keep testing her blood to find...
- That could take a month.

We want Lu to drop the charges we need
to find evidence Jordan was drugged. Now.

Aren't we in enough trouble?

We find trace of a drug on
our bartender

that matches something in Jordan's blood,
it'll prove her story.

Come on, like I told you.
They're "rookies."

Probably their first
time in a morgue.

How many days has
this body been in the "swamp?"

This area's restricted.

Yeah, we just need
to process that body.

The next of kin are
down there screaming.

You can't be in here.

Maggot infestation is
worse than I thought.

There's, uh, "menthol"
and masks down the hall.

Hey, what do you think you're doing?

Detective Simmons told you to secure
the body until I arrived.

- Which one's mine?
- Sorry, ma'am, we were just...

- Look, Doctor...
- Have you touched it?

Doctor, we, um...

Have you touched my body?

- No.
- Good.

Doctor, didn't catch the name.

I didn't throw it.

And so we don't get off on the wrong foot,

I'm going to assume you really need
to process this, uh,

ninety year old farmer with Alzheimer's

found in a swamp with a fishing pole
and a history of heart disease.

Yeah, you see well because the nephew

stands to inherit the entire family
fortune so the brother

- is freaking out...
- The truth

is that we should have waited for you.

But we believe that this body contains evidence
that can help clear...

look, could you at least do a "color test",

maybe look for "cadmium"
or "hexavalent chromium?"

No.

Is there a problem?

No. No problem.

Good. Then leave Doctor Switzer alone.
She has a job to do.

Thank you. I appreciate the support,
Doctor Macy.

You don't have my support.
You're here over my objections.

Then I appreciate the candor.

And the privacy.

Let's go.

POLLACK'S APARTMENT . WASHINGTON, D.C.

DO NOT ENTER

Hey, Lily.

I couldn't stay home.

I'm so worried about Jordan.

Look, about last night...

Well,

if it isn't our very own runaway bride.

- Shut up, Nigel.
- It's okay.

Listen, what you did last night
was pretty brave.

Are you okay?

Uh, besides the fact that Jeffrey's mom
keeps leaving nasty messages on my "cell."

Man, I picked a bad day
to break up with Lu.

Hey, Lily, nice wedding.

I checked Jordan's "haunts", "nada." Nothing on her credit cards either.

- Any luck with the drug?
- Five-hundred ninety-seven and still counting.

What?

Well, I've been trying to track Jordan's cell phone,

but her carrier upgraded to an "anomaly based I.D.S." with a screened subnet firewall.

Nigel. / So, this "intrusion
prevention system..." / Nigel.

It worked.

PHONE TRACK...JORDAN[/font]
I'm in. Finally.

- What if Jordan hasn't made any calls?
- The "sim card" sends a signal either way.

She's in Anacostia.

Southeast side of Washington, D.C.

- Oh, she's alive.
- And she went after the judge.

Hey, Nigel found her.
Washington, D.C. / Wait.

She's a fugitive. You're a cop.
Do you want to be an ex-cop?

- I'm working on that.
- I'm serious, Woody. / So am I.

If we found her, so will Lu.
Once she gets a warrant for the cell phone.

She'll find nothing.

Our fugitive's "sim card" is
no longer operational.

I'm still not going to leave her
out there to go after this judge.

Or she ends up getting sh*t
by some cop who thinks she's a k*ller.

You're not going.

Who's going to stop me?

I sabotaged this.

I'm sorry.

It's not the first time
I've had my heart broken.

Probably won't be the last.

See you around, Cavanaugh.

Jordan!

Jordan, it's me!

Jordan!

Jordan, put the g*n down!

Are they going to find out
this k*lled the bartender?

- I needed protection.
- Your prints were on his throat.

And he admitted to drugging me.

He was paid to spike the drink
and then someone sh*t him. sh*t at me.

- Paid by whom?
- He didn't have a name.

So you decided it was the judge.
You came to D.C. to make him pay.

I need to know what's going on.

To save myself. To find out
what the hell happened to J.D.

You are coming home with me now
and you're turning yourself in.

I'll help you find the truth the right way.
Not breaking into crime scenes to find evidence.

- I didn't break in. I had J.D.'s key.
- Which you stole from the morgue.

Why do you have to do everything the hard way?
No one else, not Woody, not me,
no one else can help you.

Lu thinks I'm guilty.

Even you walked in here not knowing.
Clearly I have some character issues

if even people I know are
so willing to see me as a k*ller.

Jordan... / Look, the police
didn't trash this place.

I'm guessing it was the person
who m*rder*d J.D.

They came here for him,
they tracked him back to Boston.

Did you find anything?

No. Pollack must have had evidence
against the judge for taking bribes.

That's why the place was "tossed."

Okay, if you came up empty,
how are we going to prove it?

We go after the judge.

FEDERAL COURTHOUSE . WASHINGTON, D.C.

JUDGE CLARENCE GORDON
SUITE

Okay. There's his office

and I'm sorry.

For what? Ah!

Heart att*ck. Go with it.

Hey, there's a guy out there who just
had a heart att*ck,do you know "C.P.R.?" / Yeah.

Uh, okay. You go.
I'll call "nine-one-one."

- Sir, sir? Are you okay?
- I can't seem to catch my breath.

DR. KATE SWITZER

NOW PLAYING
WHIPLASH METALLICA k*ll 'EM ALL

This autopsy room is off limits.

Uh, Doctor Macy said
he left some files, so...

Late at night, all systems go,
you've come to see the show...

"Metallica?"

I would have pegged her
for "Celine Dion."

Isn't this "pencam" fabulous?

"Two-point-four gigabytes",
"wireless sync", "audio capture"...

Nigel. / "E-centric b*llet" wound entering
the right "plural cavity" through
the "sixth intercostals space."

Hey, nice job dropping that pen.

What if we get caught?

We clear Jordan and I don't care.

Hoyt. / She's doing "b*llet probes"
before she does the autopsy.

She must think she's good.

The "trajectory" is front to back,
right to left and downward at a fifteen degree...

- She is good.
- Okay, thanks.

"C.S.U." processed the alley.
No matches in "CODIS" or "AFIS",

no evidence leading to
any suspect other than Jordan.

That's because the sh**t
wasn't in the alley.

Thanks to "Cruella De Vil",
we can place him exactly across the street.

So whatever we find right here,

we compare to the trace that "C.S.U."
found in Jordan's hotel room.

If something's unique to both places,
it means that someone

- was in both places.
- The k*ller.

Let's go.

- Nice music,
- Uh-oh.

Doctor Switzer.

Do you want something? I'm in the "zone."

- I would like autopsy results today.
- Everyone wants everything today.

Yes, but my suspect has been spotted
in D.C. and the "D.A." wants to know
if we're talking multiple homicides.

They've got her. / No, they've just spotted her.
They don't have her yet.

Get Macy on the phone.

USER NAME:
PASSWORD:

Go ahead. Call security.

You tell them about me, I will tell them about you.

About the bribes.

I can call the cops right now with everything I know.

- You don't know...
- I know.

The cases you threw in Boston.

You had J.D. Pollack k*lled just to cover up
the fact that you could be bought.

- The reporter's dead?
- Of course he's dead. You had him k*lled.

- And Lance Cooke! You tried to k*ll me, too.
- No. / Don't lie to me!

I'm not lying.

Please, what do you want? I didn't k*ll him.

Okay, if you didn't have him k*lled then who did?

I can pay you. How much do you want?

Two men are dead and you're offering me money.
Tell me who k*lled J.D. Pollack.

I'll pay you anything you want.
Just don't let this get out.

You son of a bitch.
Tell me who k*lled him.

- You can't go in.
- Jordan...

- Garret, no.
- No. You're coming now.

You're done.

Let's go.

- Garret, I had him. I was this close.
- You were this close to being in custody.

That place was crawling with cops.
Lily called. They were coming for you.

The judge knows what's going on.
I know he does, okay?

And you were about to get
a confession, weren't you?

I need to get back there.
No, I need to find out / Come on.

Oh, my God!

Come on.

What are you doing here?

- Getting a snack.
- Or tampering with some more evidence?

How could I? You and Switzer send
everything from the bartender's m*rder
to the "C.S.U." crime lab.

What are you doing here, Woody?

I'm staying with my friends.

Because we're worried about Jordan.
That's what friends do when they're worried.

Doctor Switzer's autopsy report
on Lance Cooke.

Nothing suggests anybody
but your friend.

The police might have missed her
today at the courthouse
but they're going to find her.

Tell her that.

Did you find something?

I finished downloading the judge's laptop.

In the deleted "cache",
there are e-mails confirming

deposits to an account in the Caymans.

The four case files Pollack stole from the morgue.
Big payouts on day one of each trial,
another payout on the day of the acquittal.

Half dozen more cases as well.

That just tells us what we know.
The judge was corrupt.

Only there's a last deposit eight days ago.
That's the day Judge Gordon started his current trial.

Ten times the amount,
three quarters of a million dollars.

What's the case?

That's the weird thing. A car accident
that got elevated to vehicular manslaughter
because the driver left the scene.

Guy would probably do less than two years.
What's the big deal?

Pollack must have answered that question.
Woody, can you access the D.C. police files?

Um, not exactly.
Uh, I've been placed on leave.

- I could always try and "hack in."
- No. I can get us into the D.C. morgue.

Police files may be off limits but maybe
we can access the car accident victim's autopsy.

WASHINGTON, D.C. MORGUE[/font]
Okay, we got the accident report,
personal effects, tissue samples.
James, put them right here.

- The chief must have really owed you.
- Hell of a pathologist, lousy poker player.

Went all in on a pair of nines.

I have the "info."
on the car accident victim.

His name is Dwayne McKenzie
from a coal town in West Virginia.
LOCAL MAN k*lled IN HIT AND RUN

No "survived by" in the "obit."

Lost his mom when he was a baby,

lost his dad two years ago
to "black lung."

Everything here looks thorough.
Just an accident.

Couldn't be.

LOCAL MAN k*lled IN HIT AND RUN

So, why does someone want
Dwayne McKenzie run off this road?

Pollack was k*lled to stop
the article about the judge.

The bartender was k*lled so
he wouldn't tell Jordan who the k*ller was.

Dwayne McKenzie must have known something,
must have seen something.

He's a West Virginia coal miner.
How can he be connected to these people?

We figure that out,
we find his k*ller, Pollack's k*ller.

We've got to get Jordan out of this mess.
How long before Lu finds her in D.C.?

She's out for blood, yours, Jordan's.

We got to get out ahead of her.

All right, a lot of dollar signs up here.
Our k*ller had money to pay off the judge.

Yeah, but why Dwayne McKenzie?
There's no criminal record, no family, no enemies.

Coal is energy,
energy is money, lots of money.

TERRA COAL
DWAYNE MCKENZIE

"Terracoal."

Dwayne worked for "Terracoal."

"Terracoal", as in "Terracoal mine disaster."

I'm thinking we're on our way to a motive.

Multibillion-dollar company paying off
a judge would be pocket change.

What would Dwayne have known
that would have made "Terracoal" want him dead?

It has to have something to do with
that mine disaster.

Something dangerous.

Something "Terracoal" wanted covered up.

Take a look at the footage that Nigel found.

The close-knit mining town of Corbett
is reeling today

from a tragic cave-in that claimed
the lives of several men.

- It happened this morning...
- I remember this.

Right after the "Sago" mine disaster.
But worse.

Nineteen miners d*ed
when the walls caved in.

Dwayne had the day off, came back
to help rescue his friends.

The tunnel was completely cut off.

By the time we, uh, got to them...

I just wish I could have, uh...

On behalf of "Terracoal"
TED HAWTHORNE
OPERATIONS MANAGER, TERRACOAL

I'd like to thank all the brave
men and women

who risked their lives to save
their fallen colleagues.

Our hearts go out to all the families.

Dwayne d*ed twenty-nine days later, in D.C.

where "Terracoal's" head office
just happens to be located.

What do you do here anyway?

Excuse me?

Are you Doctor Macy's secretary?

No, I'm the grief counselor.

I thought she was on her "honeymoon."

Well, she's not.

- May I?
- I just started it, but...

Where is Doctor Macy, by the way?

I have no idea.

And if you're not his secretary,
what were you doing getting
his files for him yesterday?

He asked me to.

Well, you left this.

Everything okay?

No, no, no!

Deleting files. What did you do?

It's all the evidence from the alley.
I just started to process it.

- Guys, what's going on?
- Make it stop. Make it stop! / I can't.

Looks like you have a "virus."

What's going on, Nigel?

We'll call you back.

Next time you're stealing confidential information
on a case you've been barred from

and leaking it to your fugitive friend
and "A.W.O.L." boss, use a "firewall."

- Doctor...
- Or next time, don't do it.

Since you've just violated a court order,
not to mention breaking several laws,

you "hacked" into my computer,
you videotaped me without my knowledge or consent.

We're going to get fired.
We're going to go to jail.

Come here.

Just do what you have to.
She's not coming in. Trust me.

Get the trace off the bartender's body.

She cleaned him.

The trace is gone. It all went to the crime lab.

Then what's this?

The trace from the bartender.

She must have taken duplicate samples.

There's got to be something here
that proves Dwayne McKenzie was m*rder*d.

Nigel's still not answering.
What the hell happened?

He'll handle it.

This is weird, the lungs were heavy,
over seven hundred grams each.

Typical for a coal miner in his sixties,
not for one Dwayne's age.

Something was wrong with that mine.

You got anything?

I "Googled" everyone in his address book,
no link to D.C. No link
to "Terracoal's" corporate offices.

And his cell is broken. Of course.

Call log might have given us a lead.

- But...
- But what?

Date an investigative reporter,
you pick up a few things.

Let's see. Uh,

okay, everything I need to
set up an online account.

View his calls.

Take a look at this lung tissue.

- "Polyurethane foam."
- Foam?

They used it to seal off mine tunnels.
It's not safe, but it's a hell of
a lot cheaper than concrete.

The government outlawed it when they realized
it would collapse in an expl*si*n.

But... / After the expl*si*n,
particles would be in the air.

Dwayne could have inhaled them
when he went in and rescued his friends.

SAFETY COMMISSION HOLDS TERRACOAL BLAMELESS[/font]
Which damaged his lungs. That's why he was in D.C.,
"Terracoal" corporate offices.

He was going to confront them and
they paid someone to run him off the road.

Before he had a chance to prove
"Terracoal's" negligence.

No, not negligence.

"Terracoal" knew.

That cave-in was m*rder.

And Dwayne was the "smoking g*n."

- Well, you told them to stay away
from this case and they're...
- I don't think I'll do well in prison.

Well, for starters, they "hacked"
into my computer and they...

You're just getting fired.
I'm the one going to prison.

Can you re-process the trace from the alley?

Before we're drawn and quartered? I doubt it.

There's no mention of "foam blocks"
in any of these reports.

The cave-in was ruled an accident
by the Safety Commission.

Now the Deputy Director of the Safety Commission
is a former "C.E.O." of "Terracoal."

It's a conspiracy

that Pollack stumbled onto
while he was investigating the judge.

His story would have exposed it all,
destroyed "Terracoal."

We don't have any proof
Dwayne's accident was m*rder.

Says here there were witness statements.
Maybe the chief can get them for us.

You want proof? I want the guy
that Dwayne met with.

Garret, look at this.

Dwayne McKenzie's cell phone records.

D.C. area code.

Tried the number four times.

Last one was the day he was k*lled.

You've reached the office of
Ted Hawthorne at "Terracoal"...

It's the guy from that video.

The Director of Operations.
That means he ran the mine.

He authorized the "foam."

He k*lled those men and "Terracoal"
helped him cover it up.

Switzer's trace from Lance.

I thought Lu picked it all up with
autopsy results.

Switzer double "swabbed."

Wow. She is meticulous.

Let us just hope that whatever
drug he gave to Jordan

was still on him somewhere.

Compare these "swabs" with her blood,

if something matches then
it's proof that she was drugged.

NEGATIVE

How much time do you think we got?

RESULTS: NEGATIVE

RESULTS: POSITIVE

It's a match!

Yes!

- You did it.
- Yeah, I did.

What was she drugged with?

No, this just proves that whatever was
on Lance was also in her blood.

I need to analyze the "swab" to figure out
exactly what the drug is.

But it's something, right?

Oh, you with me. You, figure it out.

- Hey, Lu, we were just...
- I don't want to hear it.

You're under arrest, both of you.

- Obstruction of justice, tampering with evidence.
- Since when is the truth tampering?

Truth? An independent "M.E."
performed the autopsy.

I'm not about to listen to evidence
that you've gathered illegally
that will only taint this case.

- Jordan would never hurt anyone.
- But she did.

You saw the surveillance tape.

She and Pollack were fighting,

they went back to the room
and continued the fight.

She picked up his g*n and she fired.

First one was a warning.

- Are you crazy?
- Or she missed.

- I should have stayed away.
- The second one, she sh*t him.

Dead.

- She sh*t him in the back?
- People do crazy things when they're in love.

You're wrong. Jordan was drugged.
We know that now. She was probably unconscious.

Even if she was drugged,
you don't know what it did to her.

For all we know,
it could have made her violent.

No. It goes to the conspiracy.

Someone wanted Pollack dead.

He was on a story about a judge
being paid to cover up a m*rder.

The m*rder of a man who was going to expose
the fact that a major coal company

caused the death of nineteen of their men.

You're kidding, right?

You sure Pollack hadn't figured out
who k*lled "J.F.K.?"

Pollack's D.C. apartment was trashed.
His expose would have destroyed the company.

They had to find out what he knew
and stop that article. Period.

You don't intimidate me.

The sh**t confronted Pollack
in the hotel room.

Pollack wouldn't drop the article,
so the guy sh*t him.

Only she fired the g*n.

- g*nsh*t "residue."
- Uh-uh. He set her up.

He put the g*n in Jordan's hand
and pulled the trigger.

"Reporter k*lled" might have set off alarms.

Someone would look into
what he was working on.

But a guy k*lled in a "lovers' quarrel..."

Only it didn't happen that way.

The drug in Jordan's system was
a "derivative of Flunitrazepam."

It's like a "roofie." It starts taking effect
less than an hour after ingestion.

We know she took the drink around eleven-thirty
and they were back in the room
by quarter after twelve.

That still gives her time to sh**t Pollack.

Before knocking you unconscious,
this drug has one unpleasant side effect.
Invariably, you throw up.

Yeah, but if Jordan had "tossed her
cookies" anywhere in that bed,
we would have found trace and we didn't.

I'm betting that's because she wasn't there.

Can't hold your liquor
like you used to, huh Cavanaugh?

There.

I'll get you some water.

Yeah. Mm-hmm.

Thought you'd turn up sooner or later.

Stop the story.

You don't intimidate me. Your kind never
does your own dirty work.

I'm telling you, don't write...

"Piss off" before I call the cops.

How'd she end up on the bed?

"C.S.U." put the sh**t's spot
in the bedroom.

No blood trail in here,
so they only did a "grid search."

Okay, "Bitumen",
"vitrinite",

"crystalline silica"...

Must have come off the k*ller's shoes
when he bent down to pick up Jordan.

What is that?

Coal.

As in "Terracoal."

You going to throw us all in jail
or let us "nail" these bastards?

"Vitrinite" and "crystalline silica"
in the exact spot Lance's k*ller stood.

Laced with "Sodium Chloride",
"Methylphenol" and "urea", sweat.

Which means we could get "D.N.A.?"

It still doesn't give us a suspect
unless we have someone to match it to.

We do. Not to state the "bleeding" obvious,
but coal mining is extremely hazardous,

which is why every major coal company has
a "D.N.A." database of every employee.

Anyone who goes into that mine.

To identify bodies in a disaster.

This...this is our k*ller.

I think I might have persuaded the "D.A."
to get us a search warrant for Hawthorne.

Jordan?

Jordan?

TERRACOAL HEADQUARTERS WASHINGTON, D.C.

TED HAWTHORNE
OPERATIONS MANAGER, TERRACOAL

Ted Hawthorne?

Can I help you?

You cut a few corners to save a little money
and it cost nineteen men their lives.

Not to mention the three men
you had k*lled to keep it all quiet.

I just want to hear you say it.

I need security in the parking...

you don't understand the pressure.

The accident was on my head.

My bosses helped cover it up,
but once Dwayne threatened to come forward,

they asked me to do
whatever was necessary.

I have a wife and kids.
I couldn't go to jail.

What do you want?

I want to k*ll you.

Put your hands where I can see them.

What the hell are you doing?

- You have the right to remain silent...
- Got to do it your own way.

The guys found coal residue,
which led to "D.N.A." evidence.

Put Hawthorne at both crime scenes.

Hawthorne k*lled them himself?

Cleaning up his own mess.

- Come here.
- Garret, it's okay.

Just go with it.

Doctor Cavanaugh,
you're going to have to come with us.

In all my years on the force,
I have never seen such unprofessional behavior.

If you ever pull this kind of crap again
I will take your g*n and badge

and you will be the one "I.A.D."
investigates. Is that clear?

- Yes, sir.
- Now get out of my office.

You wanted to see me, sir?

Hey, hey, what happened in there?
I was supposed to meet with "I.A.D."

You're "off the hook" for everything.

Why?

Why?

I recanted.

I told them that I found the evidence,
that I misplaced it.

You did that for me?

I did it because I was wrong about Jordan.

All charges have been dropped.

If I had the chance, love.

I would not hesitate.

Tell you all the things I never said before.

Don't tell me it's too late.

Because I have my illusions

to keep me warm at night.

I denied my capacity to love...

You look pretty good for a girl
who just got out of the "slammer."

Thank you for sticking your neck out.

Been up all night drinking

to drown my sorrow down.

Nothing seems to help me
since you went away.

I'm so tired of this town.

Well, every tongue is wagging...

Doctor Switzer, what are you doing here?

The case is closed.

Actually, I've been asked to stay.

Telling secrets that should never be revealed.

Nothing to be gained from this

but disaster. Here's a good one.

Did you hear about my friend?

He's embarrassed to be seen now

'cause we all know

he's sick.

If I had a chance now,

you know I would not hesitate.

I denied my capacity to love

and I'm willing to give up this fight.

Oh, I am willing to give up this fight...