06x02 - Shattered

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~ An Indian doctor
a house full of water,

~ pumped into your blood,
until you feel better,

~ come into the coma,
the snows and the tumble,

~ bloom in the blood,
a hum in the wire,

~ the cure is gonna come tonight,

~ they're bringin' you
the good, good stuff...

Stewart is a good kid,
he is...was.

How did he get my g*n?

Was he having any trouble
at school?

- With his friends?
- No.

Could he have been upset about his mother?
You mentioned that she passed away.

- No. No, that was eight years ago.
- It wasn't his mother.

"No one will believe me. Everybody loves Dave.
They don't see what he's like."

- Stewart said he was being molested.
- This can't be...this...can't be.

Do you have any idea
who this Dave is?

"I love you, Dad. I'm sorry.
Feed Linus for me."

- Mr. Manning...
- Linus, that's...his...turtle.

Mr. Manning, this is important, okay?
Who is Dave?

Uh...I don't know, um...

...Stewart's been going to
an after school, uh, program...

I don't know everybody's name there.
The man who runs it is named Dave...

- Dave what?
- ...Dave...

- Gilbert.
- Okay, what program?

Um, Norcross Community Center,
but I can't imagine...Dave would...

Oh...I'm a little thirsty,
I think I better...mmm...ugh!

Get a paramedic!

Charge two hundred.

Clear!

Nothin'.

CROSSING JORDAN

JILL HENNESSY

MIGUEL FERRER

RAVI KAPOOR

KATHRYN HAHN

STEVE VALENTINE

LESLIE BIBB

AND JERRY O'CONNELL

CREATED BY TIM KRING

Hey! Hey!

Show some respect.
A woman was k*lled out here tonight.

You see anything?

Hey, you see who hit her?

I didn't see anything. Look at this!

It's "totaled"!

You have no idea what
I am talking about here.

I have been standing here for three hours,
nothing is moving.

- The back of my car is missing right now...
- Excuse me. / what do you want me to do?

Excuse me! / You're gonna have to say something
because I... / Tell me you saw what happened.

...listen...you know what?
I am on the phone right now! Because I...

I asked you a question!
What the hell is wrong with you people?

I didn't see anything. Nothing.

Can I have my phone back?

Marker!

I've got her right arm. Found it a quarter
of a mile up the road.

Her upper torso was by the phone box her
lower half was in the number two lane.

Hard to believe this is all the same woman.

All right, call it.

Okay. Upper left thigh and knee.

The left shoe. "All the king's horses".

Ha. "All the king's men".

Nice guys, real nice.

The woman's in a "million pieces",
and you guys are quoting fairytales.

- Actually, it's a nursery rhyme.
- What'd you say?

- "Humpty-Dumpty", it's a nursery rhyme...
- You think this is a joke? You think it's funny?

- No, I don't think it's funny.
- Whatever cars hit her fled the scene!
That's a "laugh riot".

Nobody who saw anything bothered to stop,
I'm...I'm "splitting a gut" here.

You wanna sell tickets for this?
It's her finger!

There's a wedding ring!
She's got a husband, maybe even kids!

- We're all upset, Woody...
- None of these people are upset. None of 'em.

Put her back together.

"Back together"?

They call it the "widowmaker".

A blockage of the anterior descending
branch of the left coronary artery.

So it was just a heart att*ck?

Yeah, there's nothing you can do.
"C.P.R." doesn't help.

Jordan, are you going to
have a problem working with me?

No.

I...uh, maybe we should talk,
"clear the air".

You thought I was a k*ller,
now you know I'm not. I ...

get that all the time.
There's been a**l tearing.

Residual bruising from forced penetration.
It's like Stewart said.

- He was being molested.
- He was being r*ped.

Over a period of time. The scarring's
hypertrophic. Scars over scars.

Is there any chance we'll find
"D.N.A." of the r*pist?

Unlikely. There's no recent tearing,
no bruising.

And even if we did have "D.N.A.",
we've got nothing to test it against.

We've got one possible "Dave".
Want to "take odds" on how many
Daves there are in this city?

So Stewart and his dad
have no "next of kin".

- Nobody?
- They only had each other.

I'll go to the community center
and ask about this Dave Gilbert.

I'll go with you. No, I'll behave.

Look, Stewart thought no one
would believe him, I do. Let's just try.

I'll meet you downstairs.

Lily, there you are.

Look, you need to get your things
out of my office by the end of the day.

- Schweitzer?
- Switzer.

Switzer, sorry.

See, when you come into a new place, it's...
it's good to make an effort
to learn the culture.

Excuse me?

"Pushy's" not your best option here.

Why, because you've "cornered the market"?

Look, I've been assigned an office,
I have paperwork on seven cases, I need to work.

Guess I'll get moving on your office.

Thank you!

Lily, do you have the release for Mr. Hampton?

Uh, it's on your desk. On your desk
in the office that you still have.

- Right. The office problem.
- My "body wasn't even cold", Garret!

- I didn't hire her, the Governor's people did.
- She wants me to move out of my office
by the end of the day!

Use the conference room. Temporarily.
Until I find you somethin' else...
or find her somethin' else!

Look, you'll have lots of space...

- Hmm, "lots of space"?
- What are you doin'?

- Just a moment.
- Excuse me...

I...I...just one second, please.
I just don't wanna lose my "train of thought"!

These files are the property of
the Medical Examiner's office;
they're confidential.

Yeah, um, not from me.

Uh, I'm William Ivers.

Okay, you didn't get the memo, did you?

What memo?

Uh, about the subpoena.
I have it in here somewhere...

Well, but...paraphrase it for me.

Uh, "in a nutshell"?
Uh, Attorney General's office
assigned a special prosecutor.

that...that's me.

ha...to investigate, uh, alleged improprieties
in the Medical Examiner's office - that's here.

"Alleged improprieties"?

Yeah, I'm just...I'm just gonna
look through the files

and, uh, you know, "see what's what".
I'm gonna stay out of your way.

That's a...that's a beautiful necklace,
by the way, it's really, it's...it's nice...

Okay, ah, "hold it"!

Just...just "hold it"!

You want our files?
They're archived on computer.

I'll set you up with access
and someplace to work.

This is in our way. Take those and the rest
of these boxes back down to storage.

Yeah, could you just...just one second,

ah, I know I'm hopelessly antiquated, believe me,
I get a lot of "grief" about it.

But, I'm more of a "r*fle through the files,
get a lot of paper cuts" sort of guy.

So, ah, if you don't mind, thank you,
but I'd like to keep these.

And, uh, uh, could you put those...there.

- "Tick tock".
- "A watched pot never boils".

Oh, yes it does.

What, you've watched a pot boil?

An "I.D." on her? The cars?
Something? Anything?

- We're workin' on it!
- edera Helix.

Her name is Hedera?

No, no, it's the binomial Latin name
for common English Ivy.

She had plant oil under her fingernails.
Whoever she was, she was quite the gardener.

I can work with that.
Where does English Ivy grow?

Oh, zones four to seven.
Anywhere between Maine and the Pacific Northwest.

You know what? Gimme a call
when you get something I can use!

I've got something you can use.

You...see this grill pattern here?

It doesn't match the pattern on her hip.

I've got three different tire treads,
and look at this .

blue auto paint on her shoe,

but over here on the skull the paint is red.

- How many are we talking?
- Oh, at least six.

Six?

Six people hit her and drove
on like nothing happened?

Humanity's goin' to hell.

From the "M.E.'s" office.
The Medical Examiner's office.
I'm tryin' to find...

no, I...I don't need the number there;
I'm calling from there!

I'm trying to find the...the...
the Attorney General...

yes, yes, I do mind...
don't put me on "hold"!

Do you know who William Ivers is?

He's the guy the found the "dirt"
on that Bristol County judge
who was stalking his girlfriend

and Nigel says that he's the guy
that found the "smoking g*n"
on that superintendent

- who was stealing from the Cambridge schools...
- I don't have tome for that.

This guy is "no joke", Garret!
What is he looking for?

Uh, honestly, I won't know 'til I find it.

Uh, yeah, that sounded harsh,
I may not find anything;
this is not an inquisition.

Oh...

Yeah, so, but I...I do need to ask
you just a few questions.

I'm busy. / I...I...I can appreciate that,
but I just need to talk to you about, uh,

Jordan Cavanaugh.

How could a kid do that?

I mean, for all of us here it was such a shock,
hearing Stewart had k*lled himself.

Well, Stewart left a su1c1de note Mr. Gilbert.

Saying that he'd been molested by someone.

Oh, God, poor kid.

I take it that Stewart never
confided in you about that.

No, I wish he would have.

I mean, the kids know they can come to us
at any time to talk about anything.

Dave, had you noticed
any behavioral changes in him?

No, none.

Any behavioral changes
in any of the other kids?

Not that I've noticed.

I mean, you don't think...
it was his father?

- No.
- Oh, good.

Well, I mean...good.

Sorry. Mark Beckham's mom needs
a permission slip for this camping slip.

- In my office under the field maps.
- So you're taking them camping?

Tomorrow. Yeah, Stewart
was really lookin' forward to it.

The screening process here,

does the community center do background
checks on all its employees?

Of course, we work with kids.

What about you? Did they
run a background check on you?

Yes, all employees, including volunteers,
including me,

are crosschecked against
the national sex-offender database.

Detective, Dr. Cavanaugh,
I am happy to help you in any way you need.

Stewart was a really special kid.

- Special to you?
- Excuse me?

In his su1c1de note it said,

"Dave made me do things,
have sex, for two years."

Uh, not this Dave.

How 'bout you give us permission
to search your house?

Yeah...I would like to, but no.

I mean, you know how these things work.

I work with kids. The police raid my home?
It's front-page news.

Then when they don't find anything,
which they won't, it doesn't even get a mention.

Hmm. Yeah.

Nice speech.

Yeah. You know what I think?

I think that you are a "twisted freak".

And one way or another,
we are going to "nail" you.

- "Dave wouldn't stop."
- Yeah, I can read, Jordan,
I know what the boy's su1c1de note says.

- "What he did to me..."
- Do you know how many Daves
there are in Boston?

Look, "He did it and
he said that he loved me."

Do you grasp the concept of
"probable cause"? Of actual evidence?

Do you grasp that there are other kids at risk here?
That Stewart k*lled himself
because of what Dave Gilbert did to him!

- He's taking them camping, Jeffrey!
- Are you sure it's him? / I'm not sure, but I...

Oh, good. So the accuser's dead
and he didn't specify which Dave.

And the father's dead and you said yourself
that he wasn't sure, now you're not sure.

No, it's him.

Look, please tell me that you're not taking this attitude
because of what happened with your wedding.

What happened to my wedding - or the lack thereof -
has nothing to do with this.

You just bring me evidence and
I'll get you your search warrant.

- He could be destroying evidence...
- Bring me proof it's Dave Gilbert...fast!

Thanks for "having my back".

- I don't trust him.
- You think he's gonna wanna talk to all of us?
'Cause I sweat under pressure and...

I don't think Ivers would
appreciate you gawking.

- You think she's behind this?
- Undercover?

Or maybe she's just a bitch.

Nige', I... uh, need you to hack into
somebody's computer over the Internet.

What? Haven't you heard? We're being
investigated by the Attorney General's office!

So? / So, more specifically, Jordan,
you're being investigated.

- For what?
- Oh, well, the Eli Graham case?

- Everything to do with Pollack
- The thing with the lobsters?

- Oh, come on, Nige', just get hacking.
- No! No, no!

- No, no, this is serious...
- No! No, no, no, no. No!

- Ah, according to Dave...
- No. Don't give me that look...

- What look? You just...

- ...this is not the time to be...

bringin' the, ah, children at the hospital
the candies that we made them.

Hello!

Hi.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Hello!

Dr. Vijay, I hear that you studied
at Oxford with Dr. Clulow and Dr. Waltham.

All classy guys, great wine collection.

Can I have a minute of your time?

Thank you.

I assume you heard?

Something about investigating alleged
improprieties and me.

Lose the "I-don't-give-a-crap" attitude, Jordan.
Ivers is the "real deal", so until he's outta here...

I get it.

I'm serious, Jordan, you gotta "lay low".

"As low as they go".

Meet me.

"C.O.D." accidental drowning.

Now all the witnesses agree that they turned
their back for an instant and the child drowned.

Now would you, uh,
please read page three for me?

- You're staring right at it.
- I know, it just helps me understand.

Please, just...page three.

"Dr. Cavanaugh found no indication
of child abuse in the home."

Yet she still went back
to the scene three times

and interviewed every neighbor
on the block.

Dr. Cavanaugh is very thorough.

Oh, so it doesn't seem to be
"above the call of duty"?

All right, the...the "J.D."
Pollack investigation,

tell me about Dr. Cavanaugh's involvement
and her access to evidence,

after being arraigned,
after being banned from the morgue.

Are you trying to get me to say
Jordan's a "loose cannon"?

Eight o'clock, Chez Milino. Great!

Having dinner with Ivers?

No, with Lily.

Just the two of you?

As in "about bloody time"!

- Any news from Woody?
- Ah, yeah, his missing persons was a "wash",

but I just matched paint chips and grill patterns
from our "Jane Doe" to a ' Galaxy.

There's only one in all of Boston.
Oh, and I've got a Taurus,

windshield cracked,
and a Geo with the bumper missing.

Both went in for bodywork this morning.
And I've been loading traffic "cam" footage

a few miles up from the scene,
minutes after the crash.

Hey, look at that Astro van,
the hood's smashed.

Plate tracks to a Jason Davidson.
I need to call Woody.

It wasn't like I could do anything.

You stop.

- I was going, like, seventy.
- She was a human being!

- I thought it was a bird!
- Did you see feathers?

I'm such an idiot.

You could have pulled over.
Called "nine-one-one".

I was scared.
My husband just bought the car...

A woman d*ed.
Your car helped k*ll her.

- I didn't see her!
- I didn't see where she came from!

I didn't see her! / You hit a dog
running across the highway, you stop.

You hit a woman running
across the highway?

She wasn't running...

she was shoved out of
the back of a limousine.

Shoved?

As in thrown?

Out the door.

Okay, take a look at this kid.

Look at his eyes.
They're vacant, dead.

Jordan, how'd you get this?

We gotta find this kid. I'd "bet
my right arm" that Dave molested him.

You're not gonna tell me, are you?

Ask me one more time, and I will.

Look, we find this kid, get him to say what Dave
did to him, we've got our search warrant.

Jordan Cavanaugh,
where the hell is she?

- What is the matter with you people?
- You can't just come in here and...

There's a monster on the street
and you're harassing me!

- Sir, you need to leave.
- He deserves a real investigation
and other kids shouldn't be at risk!

Hey, "knock it off"! I said stop!
What the hell's goin' on?

- She broke into my house!
- That's not possible; Jordan's been with me all day.

You're gonna have to leave. Now.

- Stewart deserves better than you.
- And he deserved a hell of a lot better than you!

Thanks, Garret, uh... / I saw you comin'
in here fifteen minutes ago, alone.

- The guy's a child molester, Garret!
- That may be, but there's...

He preys on young boys who'd rather sh**t
themselves than admit what he did to them!

- Then "nail" him "by the book".
- "By the book".

And what "book" is that?

So, um, about dinner tonight?

No pressure, Bug, it's just dinner.

"Just dinner"? I mean...

...do you know how long
I've waited for this dinner?

You have got to check this out.
Look. No focal hemorrhaging on "Jane Doe".

She was dead
before she hit the pavement!

- So if the cars didn't k*ll her...
- Then what did?

Look, I don't know what else to do.
I've asked you, I've put in a requisition.

I'm trying to get my work done,
and your phone is ringing "off the hook".

I...your dry cleaner called,
they can't find your brown sweater.

The wedding photographer said, and I quote,
"There is no way you're getting your deposit back."

And you should really consider switching doctors.
"No offense", but yours is a "borderline idiot".

What are you talking about?

He shouldn't leave personal messages
on voicemail. Check your tape.

What is your problem?
Just tell me what he said.

You're not anemic.
You're pregnant.

Oh, man, how many times
I gotta see that damn thing?

Until I find out how you did not hear
a woman getting m*rder*d

in the back of your limo and tossed out
onto the Expressway like a bag of trash.

- Who was she with?
- I said I don't know!

"God's honest truth",
I had the privacy screen up!

You wanna stay in this job, you learn.
You don't hear nothin', you don't see nothin'!

Of course not.

Why pay attention to
what's going on around you?

Why be different from anyone else
in this city? Okay.

I'm gonna need all your receipts
from that night.

"Moonlighting" with the company car?

- It's convention season at the Medici.
- So she got in at the Medici Hotel?

It's the only hotel I was workin'!

And I gotta work today,
so how long you gonna have my car?

Quite a while years in fact. you say?

About then.

Ah, I'm sorry, I don't recall his name.

Well, take your time.

But the boy behind him now him I know.

He's still in the neighborhood.
His name is Michael Elwing.

He works just up the block at the firehouse.

Maybe he knows the boy you're lookin' for.

I'd like to help you, but I don't remember.

Why don't you take a closer look?

Sorry, I don't... I don't know his name.

Well, there was a su1c1de on Hastings Street.

A young boy sh*t himself because
Dave Gilbert was molesting him.

- And we think he molested this boy, too.
- That's awful.

You're standing there, right behind him.
All we need is a name.

- You all right?
- Fine.

- Michael, there's no shame in being a victim.
- We know this is difficult.

- You don't know anything.
- You can help us stop Dave.

If he did this to you,
all you have to do is tell a judge.

- No! No trial. My wife...
- Doesn't have to know.

It's just a hearing to get a warrant
to search his house.

You don't have to pursue your case.
It's about this boy.

Stewart.

Thirteen years old,
he blew his brains out.

I don't wanna go back there.

I don't wanna go back there!

But...but, okay, don't you wish you had someone
like you who could have stopped him back then?

Michael, do you have any kids?

- A daughter. Carly.
- And I bet you'd do anything for her, right?

- Well, no one helped Stewart.
- If you do, it might help you to move on.

My little girl?

We got her this, uh,

this little pink table.
She loves havin' "tea parties".

She pours me tea from
a make-believe teapot.

And she says to me...

What does she say, Michael?

She says, "Isn't this tea delicious, Daddy?"

And I'm sayin', "Yeah."
But what I'm thinkin' is, "Move on

from what Dave did to you.
Do not let him take these moments away."

Just once I wanna be able to look at her and say,
"Yeah, Baby, this tea is delicious."

- I wanna say that and I wanna mean it.
- We want that for you too, Michael.

Limo was clean, and in the hotel
nobody reported her missing.

They are booked to capacity
and to "add insult to injury",

they're hosting five thousand
conventioneers. I got nothing.

We're not much better.
We got no g*nsh*t wounds, no s*ab wounds.

We still have no idea what k*lled her?

How am I supposed to find out who
she was when she's in pieces?

Well, if this helps,
she was blonde.

Ah, thirty-ish?
Five-foot-six...or seven.

- A quarter of the women in Boston.
- How 'bout this?

I took the part of her face that was intact,
extrapolated depth markers for
the crushed sections and...

there you go. Facial reconstruction.

Now that helps.

Bartender at the Medici told one of my officers
that he saw you having a drink with this woman last night.

Oh yeah, yeah, her. Mm-hmm.

- So you did have drinks with her.
- Nice lady.

- I think she's an "H.M.O." "exec", right?
- No, she's in surgical devices.
Not in pharmaceuticals...

- Guys...guys...
- ...that I remember.

Stop!

Is she in some kind of trouble?

She's dead.
She was k*lled out on the highway.

Oh, wow. That's awful.

- That's tragic!
- We just saw her.

Yeah, she had a vodka tonic and "split".

She tell you where she was goin'
when she left the bar? / No.

- You remember her name?
- No.

And you know, Truftin has a "team-building exercise"
in about a half an hour, so we gotta get goin'...

You remember her drink
but you don't remember her name?

What the hell is wrong with you people?

- Oh, Arlene, that was her name.
- No! No, her name was Pamela, uh, Pamela Stockton.

- How 'bout these?
- Uh, just dump it all in the box.

- Uh, maybe you should go through these...
- What are you, deaf? I said dump it!

Coming in here like
she "owns the place".

"Clear out your office,
get all your messages forwarded.

Oh, and by the way..."

This isn't about the office, is it?

I'm pregnant.

As in, um...

"with child"?

You cannot say anything,
I haven't told anyone.

It's Jeffrey's?

Kate listened to a message
that my doctor left for me.

Oh, I hate her.

Oh, what? Now what?

Excuse me?

Okay, I'll deal with this.

I don't know who you are,
or how you did things in New York,
but there's something that you need to know.

Around here, we treat
each other with respect.

We work together, we look out
for each other, we're family.

So I don't know why you're here

or what conspiracy you and Ivers
have got going on, but I'll tell you this...

you keep "harping on" Ms. Lebowski
and I will make your life here...

a "living hell".

So, just tell him what you told us.

Just...ignore them,
they're not here for you, okay?

Your Honor, on our application
for a search warrant for Dave Gilbert's home,

- I'd like you to hear from Michael Elwing.
- Yeah. Bring him up.

Hey Michael?

Michael, you can do this.

Just think about your daughter.

Think about Carly.

Okay, do something. / If Mr. Elwing
doesn't wanna testify, there's nothing...

- He has to testify. Get him back!
- I gotta get... / Mr. Brandau! Now!

Um, Your Honor, I ask that you issue
a subpoena for my witness to appear...

And what, force him to testify about
a completely unrelated and unproved incident?

Who are you? / James Talbot,
I'm Mr. Gilbert's lawyer, Your Honor, I...

This is warrant division, not a court.
Take a seat.

Thank you, Your Honor, now, um,
if we could just stop him from leaving...

Mr. Brandau, I can't! So unless
you have other probable cause for the warrant...

Michael Elwing told us that
Dave Gilbert molested him years ago,

- and he's still doing it to other boys!
- Mr. Gilbert is a danger to the boys at Norcross,

and he's taking them
on a camping trip tomorrow!

Please help us out.

We work on evidence here, Mr. Brandau.

Best I can do is "calendar you in"
for the end of the day.

You bring me probable cause,
I'll get you your warrant.

Her vocal cords are swollen.

I'm guessing anaphylactic shock.

- Anything in her blood?
- Uh, tox screen was negative.

- "G.C.M.S." showed a serotonin receptor agonist...
- A painkiller.

Yeah. Don't know what it is yet. Hey, Bug?
Listen, this dinner that you're going on tonight...

- No, you can't come.
- No...

um, I just...I just don't want
your expectations too high.

- What are you talkin' about?
- Just...relationships can be complicated,

rife with unexpected twists and turns
caused by two people merging together,

- not to mention "baggage" from the exes...
- Nigel, it's just dinner.

Since you didn't stick around after
your "drive-by hissy fit",

here's something you should know.
I'm here to do a job, not to make friends.

I have friends, I have family,
back at home where they belong.

So aside from the fact that your mere existence
makes my life a "living hell"
as you so charmingly put it,

I'm really not concerned about you. You,"on
the other hand", might wanna be concerned about me.

You're right. She loved to garden.

She's Pamela Stockton, aged thirty-two,
lived in Stamford with her husband,

who I just got off the phone with,
he e-mailed me this photo.

Wow, that's her.

You gotta put her back together.
Her husband wants to see her.

What? How are we supposed to do that?

- Figure it out! He'll be here tonight.
- Oh look, Woody, now is not a good time.

- We kind of have a situation around here.
- William Ivers. I don't care.

He's assessing all of our cases,
we have to stick with protocol.

Pamela d*ed out there! Alone!
Nobody even cared enough to stop!

She was scattered in a "million pieces"
in this strange city,

and that is not right.

Her husband wants to see her.
The way she was. One last time.

Give him that.

Give her that.

Mr. Townsend, I've just been reading
your "blog", it's very impressive.

Do you have...some time for me...

now not a good time?

Uh, go, I...I got it.

You got somethin'?

Yeah, looks like cause of death
was anaphylaxis...

Pamela had a reaction
to a pain medication.

The drug isn't on the market yet,
it's still in pre-testing. with the "F.D.A.".

But it's manufactured by a company
called Truftin Pharmaceuticals.

The drug that k*lled her was made
by Truftin Pharmaceuticals?

Yeah, does that mean something?

"Team-building exercise", "my ass"!

Striped shirt.

You guys didn't leave the hotel
without Pamela,

- you left with her.
- I don't know what you're talkin' about.

You don't know about getting into the limo
with Pamela and your buddies?

What about her dying?

What about shoving her out onto the highway?
You don't know about any of that?

No...

Did you know that Pamela liked to garden.

Plant oils were found under her fingernails.

Did you know that she was married?

Here's her wedding band.
She married her "high school sweetheart".

- I don't wanna see that...
- Look at her scalp!

Look at her hair! Right there! Look! Look!

She also had two kids.

They have blonde hair, just like her.

You bother to find that out?
You take two damn seconds to "give a crap" about her?

- We were just goin' for Chinese food...
- In...the limo.

Yeah. She got a headache...

just a headache. It was stupid, it was so stupid,
and we gave her something and...

- she stopped breathing. We didn't know what to do.
- You do "C.P.R." You call "nine-one-one".

She was dead!

- Tom said we could lose our bonuses...
- I don't "give a crap" about your bonuses!

- ...maybe get fired!
- The woman d*ed right in front of you!

Tom was worried about "meeting his quota"
and winning a trip to the Cayman Islands.

We didn't wanna go to jail,
I mean, we've all got families!

So you push her out the limo,

you leave her in pieces
all over the highway?

And then you go back to your lives...

like it never happened?

Because of your jobs?

Because of money?

Hey! Don't "spoil your appetite"!

You know, I hear the, uh, lamb is amazing,
and the chocolate mousse...

Jeffrey...

hi.

how are you?

I...Jeffrey...

Everything okay?

Fifteen minutes, we're due in court.
Tell me you have something I can use.

Not yet. I've been going over everything again,
I just need some more time.

We're out of time! / There must be somebody
who can tell me why he left!

- Look, try prior employment, maybe they...
- Okay, what about...

- they hung up.
- Okay, call them back.

It's not gonna help. Lawyers won't let them say
"word one" about Dave Gilbert's dismissal.

I tracked Dave to jobs in Ohio and Maine,

he worked at after school programs,
he left both jobs abruptly.

- We can't let him take those boys camping.
- And I can't go back to the judge with nothing!

- You have to!
- It'll just "piss him off".

Jordan! You're supposed to be getting
"C.O.D." on that supermarket thing.

- Yeah, when I get back from the hearing.
- You're testifying?

- No, but I have to be there.
- Then you're not goin', they are!

Jeffrey needs me there. Don't you?

Uh, sure.

Yes.

I'll...start on the supermarket
victim when I get back.

You do know you're
"on the edge of a cliff" with Ivers.

And you do know that I do not care.

This is the same information
I saw earlier!

Our witness, Michael Elwing,
was going to tell you how Dave Gilbert molested him,

how he photographed him,
how he threatened him... / Your Honor!

I "got your back" on this. It's all hearsay,
Mr. Brandau, move on!

Well, upon examination of Stewart Manning,
Dr. Cavanaugh found tearing and scarring...

- I saw the report are we done?
- Your Honor?

Hi, I'm...I'm Jordan Cavanaugh from the
"M.E.'s" office, if I could just say something...

Now stay out of this!
Could you keep her out of this?

Sit down, Mr. Gilbert. Dr. Cavanaugh,
it is not appropriate for you to address...

We believe that Dave Gilbert has done this before,
in other cities, in other community centers.

You have proof of this? / No one will "go on record".
Our detective has spoken with many...

- I need something...
- It's just a search warrant!

...some basis! / So you want him
to molest other children, is that it?

You "watch your tone"... / Give us the warrant!
Give us the damn warrant,
my God, what is the worst that could happen?

What, we find proof
that Dave Gilbert is a pedophile?

And whether or not that proof is
ever "thrown out" in court,

whether or not Dave Gilbert is
ever convicted of child molestation,

at least the world would know what
he did to Stewart Manning!

What this guy does to little kids!

The world will know it and Dave Gilbert
will never be allowed near another community center,

near another kid,
near another little boy ever again.

When I issue a warrant, Dr. Cavanaugh,
I need something to base it on.

Not a word. Not another word.

And you "wipe that smirk off your face",
Mr. Gilbert.

What you brought me here today
is a "cartload" of hearsay,

circumstantial evidence...
but I'm gonna rule that in its entirety,

it is sufficient for me to
exercise judicial discretion.

The search warrant may be deemed defective,
and any evidence you do find will be inadmissible.

You'll look bad. I'll look bad.

But if you're willing to
"take one for the team", so am I.

Woody, you all right?

Pamela's husband is gonna be
here any minute.

I promised him that he could see her,
and now I gotta tell him he can't.

- How am I gonna do that?
- You don't have to.

"All the king's men".

Hey. So Dave was "one step ahead of us".
He erased his hard drive.

Damn it. / But, he's not as good
with a computer as he thought.

Our guys found "ghost files" with "loads"
of pictures, him and Stewart,

him and more boys
than you can imagine,

and I thought you might want
to be there for the "take down".

Uh, yeah.

Hey, Dave.

Now you'll know what it feels like.

- We did good.
- Yeah.

So, ah, we need to discuss something.

Tonight, I want to be absolutely clear,
it is a date.

And I am paying for dinner!

So I don't want you worrying about prices,
anything you want, you order it. I'm buying!

Ah! I want tonight to be absolutely perfect.

I'm pregnant.

Hey. Heard you stayed real quiet in court.

- Couple of words.
- Dr. Cavanaugh.

My turn in the "hot seat"?

It's not gonna take very long.

- So, let me tell you what I'm doing here...
- No, no, let me tell you

why I sometimes "color outside the lines".

The people we see here...they're people.

With families that loved them.
And someone needs to speak for them;
to give them peace.

That's what I do.

I think there's been a misunderstanding.

I'm not here about you, Dr. Cavanaugh.

Garret.