06x15 - Dead Again

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Previously on Crossing Jordan...

- So, thisi is a sign, no?
- When i said so.

If i said so.

You've been giving me time and space
to figure out what i want.

What did you want now?

The logical thing for us to do,
for our baby...is to get married.

It's not your job...
to get justice for everybody.

I don't think|it's a good idea
for us to get married.

There's no room for us|right now.

Call the Attorney General.
Go and dime me.

Go do whatever you damn well please.
Just get out of my sight.

No, really, she doesn't
look familiar to you?

Is she supposed to?

- Yes.
- Why?

If I knew that, I wouldn't need you
to tell me who she is.

Hey, Nigel, come and take a look.

Busy. Giving a presentation
on Thursday.

I don't care. Get over here.

Why, what is it?

Hit and run, bike versus car.
Bike lost.

I know her.

- Me too. Who is she?
- I don't know.

Okay, run her prints.
Put an end to this, please.

You're the one that invited me over.

Yes, I invited you over. For dinner.

Yeah, and you served lamb.
And you know I don't like lamb.

I won't know you don't like lamb.

Yeah, you like lamb!

Oh, please, let's not start another
therapy session this way.

I didn't bring it up.

No, you brought over When Harry
Met Sally and a change of clothes.

She said she wanted
some help around the house.

And I didn't feel like scrubbing
a toilet in my suit.

I asked him to change a light bulb
that I couldn't reach.

And his change of clothing was pajamas.

Well, I...

Oh, please do not take
Jeffrey's side again

just because he's been your patient
for the last zillion years.

Client, the word is client.

And don't take it out on Del.

Del, at least, is trying
to help us stay together.

We are not together.

This is co-parenting counseling,
this is not couple's therapy.

Okay, I'm sorry.

Oh, don't roll your eyes at me.

If you can't be impartial about...

this... about...

Dr. Marlen?

- Dr. Marlen?
- Del?

Del?

Hey, uh...

hey, Del.

He's dead.

She was knocked feet.

Car had to have been going at least .

Skid marks?

No. I hate hit and runs.

What?

Oh, you got an ID.
Great.

You know who this is?

It's Debbie Baron.

- No, it an't be.
- She d*ed her hair.

Who's Debbie Baron?

Beautiful young wife,

horribly abusive husband.

You gotta remember the case.
The trial lasted months.

Yeah, well, Jordan
was living in L.A. at the time.

I was in Wisconsin and I
still remember it.

So what happened? She finally had
enough and she k*lled her husband?

Not exactly.

He k*lled her.

Six years ago.

Obviously not.

So Debbie left her husband and
moved in with her friend Liz Gibson.

One morning they did not
show up for work.

Cops went in, found blood
all over the place. But no bodies.

So the assumption was
that her husband k*lled them.

And then dumped the bodies
in the river, the woods, or wherever.

Well, not we know we nobody found
this body. She wasn't dead.

Is that Ivers?

Yeah. He prosecuted the case.

You found Debbie Baron.

How did you know that?
We just ID'ed her.

I'm electronically notified
whenever anybody

searches the state database
for info on these people.

- Why?
- A hit from the morgue

on Debbie Baron
means you found her body.

I can finally nail that son of a bitch.

Where was she?

Middle of Tremont Street.

- What?
- That...

Where are her remains?

Here. She just d*ed
a couple of hours ago.

What... no, no, this is not possible.

And yet...

You sure this is her?

Did you convict her husband?

Because if he's in prison,
you need to let him out.

Hung jury. The DA wouldn't let me refile
the charges. No, this was no accident.

You think her husband tracked her down
again and then rammed her with his car.

Don't you have enough egg
on your face already?

Will you be treating this
just as a hit-and-run

or will you be looking
at the bigger picture here?

Oh, so now you're a big
picture guy all of a sudden.

Do you have business here?

Your hit-and-run driver
just turned himself in.

-year-old stomped the gas
instead of the brake.

Great, so you won't be needing me then.

Or me. Let me know
when your report is ready.

This makes no sense.

You made a mistake.

No, Tony Baron's a monster.

CSU determined with blood spatter
and DNA that two people had been sh*t.

The blood was Liz and Debbie's.

There was a small chunk taken out of the
wall like he had to pry out a b*llet.

Two rugs were missing.

What he did to Debbie during their
marriage, you wouldn't wish on anybody.

Now, I need to know what happened
after he sh*t them.

If the police or the DA's office
ask us to look into it, we will.

But you have no standing anymore.

Good-bye, Mr. Ivers.

Man has a hard time admitting an error.

Well, he does have a habit
of fitting the facts

to the theory instead
of the other way around.

Hey, I'll, uh, catalogue her injuries.

Could you get somebody
to locate next of kin?

- Yeah.
- Thanks.

years.

years we were together.

I can't believe this is happening.

There's nothing you could have done.

Any heart trouble in a man
this size is usually catastrophic.

You don't think
our argument could have...

- It obviously didn't help.
- Oh, thank you.

Look, it's probably a blockage
that's been

building for years.

There's nothing you could have done.

You should sit down.

Maybe you both should.

I'm sorry, I'm just a little
overwhelmed.

I just lost the only buffer I've ever
had between me and my mother.

In here, guys.

Oh, I'll call her. I'll tell her
we're gonna be a little late.

There he is.

Could you, uh, move the desk, please?

- Do I need gloves?
- I think she'll understand if we

Look, she just set up
a $ , trust fund for...

That's a way of controlling you,
me, and the child...

Would you two knock it off?

Show a little respect.

Take the legs and we'll grab the torso.

Poor old dude.

Hey, I need to do anything special?

Yeah, bend at the knees.

On three.

One, two, three.

Then we add the reagent
to the blood sample.

Measure the thiol-disulfide exchange

with tells us how long the blood
has been outside of the body...

Giving us a more accurate time of death
that ever before in the history

of forensics.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

Thank you. No, no, no, please.
Please, sit down.

Um, are there any questions?

I have one.

Where is the ballistics report
on the Anderson case?

Dr. Macy gave me permission
to prepare for my AAC presentation.

It's the American Academy
of Criminology.

Yes, I know what the AAC is.

Well, assuming that
they like what I say...

you're now looking
at their next vice president.

- It's impressive work.
- Thanks.

You know, I originally got the idea
on a case that we worked on.

It's a little impractical, though.

- Not at all.
- Well, when you saturate blood

with a sulfhydryl mixture,
you destroy the DNA.

I know that.
I... I know that.

But this method is a giant leap forward.

It's perfectly viable in cases
where DNA collection isn't a priority.

And when is DNA not a priority
to members of the AAC?

Well, when the, uh...

Just get me the ballistics
report, all right?

Oh, my God.

Debbie.

I'm so sorry.

Dr. Cavanaugh?
Tony Baron is here. The husband.

No. I don't wanna see him.

Okay. Could you have him
wait for a few minutes?

It's really her.

- Mr. Baron, this is inappropriate.
- You knew she was alive.

-You knew I didn't k*ll her.
- I didn't know.

- What about Liz? Where's she?
- Calm down.

When I get the truth out of her.

Hey, do you care that your wife is dead?

Oh, this wife?

The one who set me up
to look like I k*lled her?

The one I thought
was dead for six years?!

Because you sh*t her.

- When can I have the body?
- No,

- please.
- Legally I'm next of kin, not you.

Can you just let her be buried
by people who love her?

Please?

Why didn't you people figure
this out six years ago?

Now, I want the body.

I'm throwing a big public funeral.

Show everybody they were wrong about me.

Lily.
What are you doing here?

- I'm hiding.
- For whom?

Jeffrey and his mother.

I guess therapy's not working out, huh?

Not when Dr. Marlen drops dead
right in front of us.

- What?
- Bug's bringing him in.

So Jeffrey's with his mother
and our therapist's in the morgue.

I think that pretty much sums it up.

All right, on one.
One, two, three.

I was yelling at him when he d*ed.

The least I can do
is notify his next of kin.

Are you okay?

Baby's got hiccups.

You need a sign-out?

I wanna do a partial autopsy
just to confirm heart att*ck.

But um, it doesn't sound like
he was helping you much.

I'm not sure what he could do, really.

Then why spend the money?

'Cause I don't wanna cut Jeffrey
out of his daughter's life.

Doesn't mean he has
to park himself in yours.

Apparently, it does.

With his mother attached to his throat.

You're about to have a baby. This should
be the happiest time of your life.

Lily,

was anyone else there besides
the doctor when you went in?

No, why?

What are you doing?

He didn't have a heart att*ck.

He was stabbed.

Check this out.

The husband's talking to every
reporter he can find.

- How are you feeling right now?
- I feel vindicated.

I told them six years ago I didn't
do a damn thing to Debbie or Liz.

Any idea where Liz Gibson is?

I don't even know where
Debbie's been all this time.

The truth is that I'm an innocent man.

That I've always been innocent.
That my wife framed me.

That I've been wrongly persecuted.

DA's office doesn't want us
talking to the media at all.

Fine by me. They're the ones with
a whole lot of explaing to do.

Well, at the time
the evidence seemed clear.

Well, not to the whole jury.
How many holdouts were there?

Only two.

I guess Ivers actually
did a good job at trial.

Not good enough.
Probably too obsessed with detail.

Look at this.

Right arm.

Old, healed spiral fractures.

Tony Baron's abuse
was proved beyond doubt.

Yeah, but no matter how
you slice it, he didn't k*ll her.

Garrett.

Is that a b*llet?

Ivers was right?

Dr. Cavanaugh.

Found this near Debbie
Baron's collarbone.

I ran some tests.

There's a chance it's been
in her body for five to eight years.

. caliber?

- Yeah.
- Come in.

Tony claimed his . was stolen.

But after the trial,
I found it in a pawn shop.

- By chance?
- th place I went into.

Why didn't you look before the trial?

I liked his story the way it was,
totally unbelievable.

Oh, somebody stole my. ,

but I didn't report it until after
my wife was sh*t with a . .

Plus, I didn't have
the slugs to match it.

And you still don't.
This is way too damaged.

I can't believe you kept
copies of everything.

I knew this day would come.

You sure you didn't pass any of his
other clients coming down the hall?

Nobody gets past me without a tub of
Crisco and a couple of cracked ribs.

Okay, you got, uh, grocery lists, some

overdue bills, a half-eaten
bag of potato chips, ants...

some therapist.

- No wonder Brandau's still...
- Still what?

Mrs. Hoffman, I'm gonna have to ask you
to get on the other side of that tape.

I'm sorry, do I know you?

Detective Hoyt.

- This is a crime scene, so if you...
- Of course, we met at the wedding.

Just before the mother of my
grandchild jilted my son.

Right. Why are you here?

Woody. Hey, did you find anything?

We were just trying
to figure out of Dr. Marlen

had any standing appointments
before yours.

His datebook is missing.
You ever see anyone?

Um, no, clients enter here
and they exit there.

Excuse me, don't treat
my son like a suspect.

Oh, good Lord, let the man do his job.

Did I tell you she was wrong for you?

Did you listen?

I think I found something.

Blood on a patient's file.

That is some honkin' file.
Who has that many problems?

Jeffrey Brandau.

- I want that.
- wStop.

Whatever that quack said
about me is nobody's business.

What is it with you?

You run in everywhere
like you own the universe.

There are other people, you know.

- Oh, are there?
- Lily, sit! Mrs. Hoffman!

Find someplace else to be
or I'll get an officer to do it for you.

- Now.
- Excuse me.

But doctor/client privilege
survives death.

So...

Nobody reads that file.

Shouldn't you be out popping
some small child's balloon?

- There's your ballistics report.
- Thanks.

How's it going?

Well, if the reagent can be shown
to be effective in the smaller sample...

There are dozens of ways
to determine time of death.

Nobody's gonna risk
DNA in any size sample.

Are you incapable of empathy?
Could you at least try to be human?

I called a friend at Tufts.

Are you sure?

- Sure of what?
- You have a friend.

He's developed a zinc-iodide amalgam

that stabilizes DNA
in degrading samples.

He thinks it may help.

And he's very impressed
with what you're doing.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I'm gonna go practice being human.

CSU found trace on Tony Baron's tires.

Limestone, dolomite, dirt mixed
with feldspar and quartz.

So he was driving on an unpaved road.
Probably near a water source.

Plus pollen from elms,
ash, and red maple.

All of which are ubiquitous
to the Boston area.

Did you memorize the files?

Some cases stay with you.

Okay, so the slug's no good.

And Debbie Baron's body
can't tell us anything.

Uh, we don't have any avenues
that haven't already

been explored and exhausted.

Forensic advances.

Maybe. But the holdouts on the jury,
why'd they dig their heels in?

'Cause there were no bodies?

Yes, that. But mainly because
I couldn't definitively

put Tony Baron at the crime scene.

He had an alibi.

His mother.

Who said he was with her from the time
he got off work that day,

'til noon the next day.

She came across sweet and honest
and I couldn't shake her off the lie.

I gotta hand it to you for thoroughness.

It's gonna be just like
before, isn't it?

The bastard...
just laughing at me.

I just... I get...

I need to take a walk.

Could you, um, back off?

I am not gonna open your gigantic file.

It's healthier to explore
your issues than bottle 'em up.

Oh, God.

I'm sorry about my mother.

She's just a little put out
about dinner last night.

- Not everything is about her.
- I know, but she thinks it is, so...

She treats me like
I am trash and you just...

- stand there.
- She's my mother,

And I am having your child.

Pregnancy trumps menopause.

Is this what your daughter's
gonna have to put up with?

Did you get a hit on a print?

Uh... yeah.

Who is it?

Somebody who was arrested years ago.

For what?

Streaking at an anti-nuke rally.

Move.
I wanna know who touched my file.

Oh, my God.

Uh, yeah, that's me.

Wow. They didn't even
let me fix my hair.

There's really no excuse for that.
I mean, what would it have taken?

seconds?

Why are your fingerprints
on Jeffrey's file?

I know how you people operate.

I'm not saying a word
until my lawyer gets here.

Hey, look, we all fail
from time to time.

I promised Debbie's mother I'd make
Tony Baron pay for what he did.

So why this case?
Why'd it stay with you for so long?

Well, first it was the challenge
of getting a conviction with no bodies

and then Debbie's mother.

Tony Baron was such an arrogant jerk.

And I was engaged at the time.

I...

she broke it off.

She didn't wanna marry
an obsessive workaholic.

God, I'm sorry, uh...

Now this case cost me
two years of my life.

And a relationship.

Did you find anything in the files?

No.

No, the only way we're gonna
solve this is to find Liz Gibson.

But we've searched everywhere.

But you're looking for a body.
What if she's still alive?

You think she survived too.

The one thing that we have now that
you didn't back then is Debbie Baron.

Where's she been for the past six years?

If we track her back,
it might lead us to her friend.

Dead or alive.

You called Dr. Marlen times
in the last two days.

So? That's a crime?

Elaine, just tell me why...

Marty, you're here to protect my rights.

If you didn't k*ll him,
why not just answer the question?

If?

Do you really think a petite woman like
me could harpoon that palooka?

Get real.

Why did you call?

Your fingerprints are
on Jeffrey's file. And your blood.

You were in Dr. Marlen's office.

My business is none of your concern.

Elaine, just tell him.

Are you serious?

Okay.

Jeffrey had begun to insinuate that
I was the source of all his problems.

Which, of course, is ridiculous.
So I stopped by...

to straighten things out.

- When?
- Two days ago.

And when I tried to reference his file,

that so-called doctor, he snatched it
away from me. And I...

I cut myself.

- Reference?
- Of course. He's my son.

Better him than me.

You stop it!

I have to go. Arrest Mrs. Hoffman.

Excuse me?

You don't have sufficient
evidence for that.

The charge is assaulting a police
officer. And I got plenty of evidence.

Cuff her.

Is he serious?

Did you have to arrest her?

I feel your pain, brother. I do.
But she's in my way.

CSU found a w*apon in the dumpster.

Do me a favor, after you bail her out,
chain her to something.

- Woody, i don't...
- Jeffrey!

Mom.

I'm sorry.

Dash of gluthathione, a pinch
of sodium nitrate, plus your

friend's magic potion.
And...

One scientific revolution
coming right up.

I will not let your pessimism
shatter my confidence.

Did I say anything?

Moment of truth.

- The DNA is not degrading.
- That's good.

But the sodium channels
aren't responding.

It's not working.

Science is about trial and error.

I wanted magic.

Well, what about an accident?

What?

Hand me that spray bottle.

Fingerprints.

On a damp sponge.

That's eight hours of lab time...

in a few squirts of a bottle.

Congratulations.

You've got yourself a little magic.

- Hey, guy.
- Hey!

What is wrong with you people?
Does personal space mean nothing?

Just looking.

The k*ller didn't carve
his name in the handle.

There's a little bit of blood here.
All this white powder.

Look, I will determine whether
or not it is Dr. Marlen's blood.

I will identify the white powder.

After which, I will let you
know what I've found.

Pardon me for being
interested in the case.

You think Jeffrey's mother
could have done this?

I have no idea.

Their relationship is so toxic.

Maybe this co-parenting
thing is a bad idea.

I mean, I just want
what's best for Madelyn. But...

what do you think?

Look, I can't decide for you
what you want. Okay?

- You could be a sounding board.
- What, forever?

Look, in a couple of weeks...

you're gonna be holding
a tiny little girl

who's gonna depend
on you for everything.

You need to jump in one direction
or the other.

Hey.

My mother slapped Woody.

He arrested her on as*ault.

- Speaking of your mother...
- Oh, yeah, I know, I know.

She's gotta leave us alone.

- And uh, I'll uh, talk to her.
- Jeffrey...

I can't let her ruin Madelyn's life too.

I don't know what I'd do without you.
You and Madelyn. I...

You're all I have.

Oh, Jeffrey.

You don't have me.

No no, no. I know.
I just... I mean...

You know, as co-parents.
We'll be raising a child together.

I know she's your daughter too.

But I want sole custody.

You know this isn't working.

You can't do that.

Jeffrey...

It's not like I'm gonna
cut her out of your life.

We just can't do it this way.

Your mother's discharge
papers are ready, Mr. Brandau.

You can pick her up at the front desk.

What?

Don't think that's gonna get you home.

You offering to give me a lift?

We run the serial number,
we find out who sold her the bike.

It's possible she had it serviced
at the same shop.

Uh, it's possible she built
a relationship with the staff there.

It's possible we might catch a break.

You're kidding.

You see me on TV?

Talking about what a moron you were?

I did.

- You gonna try again?
- Hey, can I help you?

Yeah, I wanna make funeral
arrangements for my wife...

who d*ed recently.

Reception can do that for you.

Debbie's bike?

Shame what happened to her.

Read me the serial number.

J ... M...
No, NP .

Purchased / / .
Rodney's Bike Shop, Sudbury.

I choose to believe that Rodney will
have the information we're looking for.

I choose to believe he knows
where Debbie was living.

Thanks.

I should choose to be
on your side more often.

Yeah. Spartan, just like you.

Clutter leads to chaos.

Well, she liked ancient history.

It's a good way to forget the present.

The lease on this place...

it's dated two weeks after
she disappeared.

Cash receipts.

She seems to have paid cash
for everything.

- Huh. Where'd she get it?
- I don't know.

Hey.

Take a look at this.

This was just taken a few months ago.

Her mother knew.

You begged me to put Tony away
for k*lling Debbie.

And all along you knew
she was alive, didn't you? Didn't you?

I worked night and day
for two years on this.

I came here and kept you
informed every step of the way.

I wrote you a six-page apology after
the trial because I felt I betrayed you!

If Tony knew she was alive,
he would have k*lled her.

I wanted him to go to prison.

You do whatever you have
to do to protect your child.

What happened that night?

And where's Liz Gibson?
Is she alive too?

We need you to help us.

Did Lily take off?

- Yeah.
- She coming back?

Didn't say.

You going for a record,
fewest words in a sentence?

I get tired of talking.

Okay, what's going on, Bug?

You know, I'm just sick of hearing about
Jeffrey and his troll of a mother.

Why does Lily think
that I can fix it all?

Well, she's going through a rough patch.

Maybe she's just looking
for a little support.

Dr. Marlen's daughter's
on her way in from Portland.

Might not get here 'til tomorrow night.

If Lily's not here, you're
gonna have to take it.

- Okay.
- Is there any movement on the case?

Well, the blood on the m*rder
w*apon is the doctor's.

And... the mysterious white powder
is a mixture of

calcium sulfate, wood pulp,
perlight, and boric acid?

Drywall dust.

From really cheap drywall.

Not many contractors in Boston used

wallboard that crappy
in the last six months.

You were the only one who was also
on Dr. Marlen's patient list.

D.G. Tolchuck.

As in Donald Gene Tolchuck.

As in "Another Fine Project by
Donald Gene Construction. "

You guys have a deal?

You fix his building,
he fixes your head?

He wouldn't stop harping.

The door jams, the molding.

Everything I did was wrong.

He sounded just like my father.

So you k*lled him?

He knew that I was fragile.

This the guy?

That him?
The contractor?

He got upset Dr. Marlen took issue
with his shoddy craftsmanship.

If somebody doesn't like something
you do, you do it over, you don't...

you don't go around stabbing people,
for God's sake.

- He as a great man.
- Come on.

- Very sorry, Jeffrey.
- Yeah.

Hey, Bug!

Can I ask you something?

Sure.

What's been going on between
you and Lily since, uh...

for the past few months?

Nothing.

Oh, you went with her to pick out
the color for the nursery.

You were out of town.

- And then you helped her paint it.
- Lily and I are friends.

Oh, you're friends?

She walked out of our wedding,

and she went to you.

I need you to step out.

Out of her life.

For Madelyn.

You know, we don't get
to make decisions for Lily.

- I love her, Bug.
- So do I.

The night Debbie got sh*t...

the night Tony did what he did...

She came here.

With Liz?

No.

Liz was dead.

Debbie told me that...
when she showed up.

You know, four in the morning?

Wounded. In shock.

She walked from God knows where.

She didn't know where she'd been.

She only rembered pieces.
g*nshots.

Liz's dead eyes.

She must have staggered away
from wherever Tony dumped them.

I guess adrenaline took over.
Will to live.

But somehow she managed
to find her way back here.

She was crying.
She was terrified.

And she begged me
not to call the police.

What about a hospital?

She seemed okay, physically.
She wasn't bleeding.

- No blood?
- What's wrong?

Well, the b*llet nicked an artery.
She should have been bleeding.

She wasn't.

What would account for that?

- Freezing temperatures.
- It was July.

Salt water, mud covering the wound.

But once out of the water,
or the mud got cleaned off, bleeding.

- Something must have stopped it.
- Leaches. Leaches.

I, I...I picked

or of them off of her.

She can't have come far then. Leaches
don't survive long out of the water.

Are there any lakes or swamps nearby?

Over there.

I've got a good feeling about this.

- You said that about the last place.
- So did you.

Over there.

That's one of the rugs
from Liz Gibson's living room.

Looks like we hit the jackpot.

It's damaged.
Will you be able to match it?

I don't know. But you wanna hang
around here talking about it

or you wanna go give it a try?

You're seriously gonna put yourself
through this again?

We found what's left
of Liz Gibson's body.

Yeah, great hiding place.
And thanks for wrapping her up.

That b*llet you fired
was still in there.

The slug you k*lled her with...

and one from your g*n.

- Good luck.
- That g*n was stolen.

Uh, I've got a pawn shop
owner that says otherwise.

Oh, and the DA is re-filing the case.

Sorry, I won't get to try it,
but I'll be there. Every day.

Right behind you.

When I was at the morgue,
before, you know...

Oh, back when we all
wanted to strangle you.

Yes. Sorry.

I didn't get what you do there.

No problem. Anymore.

Thanks.

You did good.

And so simply by combining
one, two, three, four...

common chemicals, we can
instantly illuminate fingerprints

on porous surfaces.

Ladies and gentlemen of the AAC,
that concludes my presentation.

- Thank you.
- Not bad.

That's not what it's supposed to be.

Well, few things ever are.

Glad I could help.

Why did you?

- What?
- I mean, you

never raise a finger
to help anyone around here.

You're welcome.

You know, did I just go out of my way to
help save you from public humiliation?

And so you know, I have friends.

Friends who thank me
when I do them a favor.

And don't demand that I change my nature
to fit in with the cool kids. They also

have more in their lives than work. And
they try their damndest to be grownups.

They are, in short, human.

So...

thank you.

You're welcome.

It means so much to hear that.

My father must have
thought the world of you.

He was an incredible therapist.

He helped a lot of people.

I guess I'd better get back
to my other life.

Stockpiling diapers, reading baby books.

I, um, I ran into Jeffrey.

He invited me out of your life.

I told him that I...

Oh... Lily?
Are you okay?

What is it?

The baby.

What, now?

Okay.

All right, then, we need
to get you to a hospital.

I don't think there's time.

- Okay, then we need a doctor.
- You are a doctor!

I am a doctor, but we...
No, no, we need another doctor.

Dr. Macy!

Okay, sit. No no no no.
Up! Walk and breathe.

- We can lay you down in...
- I am not giving birth in autopsy!

What's wrong?

- Baby.
- Now?

- I think so.
- Oh, my God,

- we have to get you to the doctor.
- You're all doctors!

What is it? What's going on?

- Tell Dr. Macy.
- Take it easy.

Oh, we're having the baby?
Now?

Okay, just breathe. Just breathe.

This is great. You're doing great.

- Just get it out of me, please!
- Hold on, Nigel. Hold on, hold on.

No problem.

That's great. You're doing great.
Just go again. We're gonna push again.

- Okay, one more push. Right now.
- Are you kidding?

You're doing great, Lily.

Head's coming out.

Push.

- That's it, that's it!
- Head's right there.

She shuold comes.

Okay, here you go.
Towel.

- See, that wasn't so difficult, was it?
- Oh, that's easy for you to say.

Okay, I'm gonna go see
about the ambulance.

Nigel. Call the hospital too.

Hi, honey.

- She's perfect.
- Of course she is.

She looks just like you.

Good job.

Thank you.

You did a great job.

Oh, she's beautiful.

I will never back away from you again.