04x10 - A Stranger Among Us

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04x10 - A Stranger Among Us

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♪ I've been running nearly all of my life.

♪ Far and fast as I can.

♪ It may sound funny,

♪ but I'm thinking this might
be about right where I can,

♪ well I don't know,
maybe I'm coming around.

Look who it is,
the Fantastic Four.

Brace yourself,
he's in suck up mode.

This is a big one, guys.

Well, you get a call first thing
in the morning before M.E.'s,

you know it's going to be...

big.

Watch where you step.
There's shoe prints everywhere.

I'll lift a gel print.

No living witnesses.

No apparent struggle.

One sh*t to the chest
and then again to the head.

These two each got one in the back
and, again, one in the head.

These steps lead to each victim,

which says that our sh**t's
first round was on the move.

And he made damn sure that
the second round he fired did the job.

b*ll*ts look like a nine-millimeter.

From a place like this, how much
could they have gotten away with?

Wasn't any robbery.

Register's full.
Tip money's untouched.

Wallets, purses.

So what then?
Random mayhem?

I don't know.

I was kind of hoping
you guys would tell me.

Hey guys, I'm afraid things are
about to get a lot more complicated.

I have a Special Agent
Robert Feeney.

FBI.

Swell.

I can't imagine
it was a chance encounter.

More like a hit.

Sir, this is a crime scene.

Out of my way, flatfoot.

FBI.

I'm Garret Macy, Chief M.E.

I... I understand you have
a personal stake in this, but you.

Hey!
Show a little respect.

All right,

where's this agent's vehicle?

Excuse me?

It's not in the street.

You know, fellas, we actually
just arrived ourselves, so...

You want to tell us
what's going on here?

There's other agents on the way.

Was it something we said?

How weird was that?

One of their own lying here dead,

and all those two can think about is
a breakfast date.

Let's bag and tag all of this stuff.

The water glasses, the utensils.

Wait a minute.
Look at this.

Lipstick.

What's up?
Not your shade?

Not this victim's either.

She's not even wearing lipstick.

It's a map of the city sights.

Looks like she was
taking a tour of Boston...

no clue this would be
here last stop.

Swedish passport...

Ingrid Andersson.

Twenty-four.

Is that Andersson with two S's?

Lars Andersson.

Twenty-six.

So what was she doing
with the fellow over here?

Asking directions?

Tourists.

Wrong place, wrong time.
Welcome to Boston.

If she wasn't with Feeney
who was his breakfast companion?

Well, maybe she got away
while everyone else was being sh*t.

Maybe the sh**t
kidnapped her.

Maybe she was the sh**t.

It's a near perfect print there.

Get us an ID
as soon as you can.

Shoe print?

We have a distinct pattern that
doesn't match any of the victims' shoes.

Once we can ID the brand...

we can inquire with
all the outlets that carry it.

If we can match the shoe
to the owner.

Just like Cinderella.

Except without
the happily ever after.

It appears our agent wasn't
inclined to stray far from his work.

A portable hard drive?

It's government issued.

Very Black ops....

Forty-gigabyte, both USB and fire wire
ports for super fast transfer.

I am not worthy.

Can you figure out what's on it?

Is the bear Catholic?

And if he is,
does that mean the Pope.

Ah, guys?

You're gonna want to
take a look at this.

We got a match.

Samantha Rae.

Fritztown, Pennsylvania.

Born October .

Shouldn't there be a photo?
DMV? Or something?

Maybe she doesn't drive.

Or maybe she's camera shy.

Or maybe using a fake ID.

Don't start with
conspiracy theories, Jordan.

It's still too early in the morning.

Come on, Garret.

Take a step over to the dark side.

You know you want to.

Yo, Doctor Macy, I got a track
on Feeney's credit card usage.

He filled up at two gas stations
between Cambridge and Philly

within the last twelve hours.

Wonder what was in Philadelphia.

Fenney's breakfast date,
Samantha Rae.

Nigel?

Portable hard drive?

Ah, that's going to be
a while decoding.

Meantime, though,

I did receive these incredibly
grainy surveillance photos.

From where?

That primitive bank machine
across the street from the diner.

Still uses videotape
if you can believe it.

We've been looking for a woman driving off
in Agent Feeney's car after the sh**ting.

I do have what looks like a woman
and a car right here.

It's depixilating as we speak.

Ah, I know this case
takes precedence, Doctor Macy,

but we've got a full crypt.

A little delegation of labor
would be helpful.

Fine. Grab Sidney.

You can pull Bug too
if you need him.

Oh, I do.
I need them both.

Now, you think
you can get this any clearer?

Patience, Woodrow.

Ah, meantime,
feast your eyes upon this.

By measuring her frame
against the hood of the car,

it appears that
we are looking for a woman

about five-seven,
hundred and twenty pounds.

Quite the hotty.

For a k*ller.

Remember, it's not funny.

Oh, when you say that,
it's got to be funny.

But it's not.

What's not?

Medics just brought him in.

Frank Chiemingo, age fifty-seven,

suffered a massive coronary
in the upper deck of a Bruins game.

Wow.

You know, for a true fan,
that's a great way to go.

Ah...

doubtful.
They had just lost in overtime.

Yeah, but what's not
funny about it?

Oh.

That.

Yeah.
That.

Apparently, the medics
thought it was funny.

But, it's not.

No, no, no.
Absolutely not.

I'll put this
with his personal effects.

Please.

Hey, what are you doing?

Ah, what does it look like?

I absolutely never cut off the victim's
clothes unless it's absolutely necessary.

Well, that's absolutely
good for you.

But it is necessary.

I mean, look at
the size of this guy.

Just get me
more collection kits.

What?
Excuse me?

When did I fall into
the role of assisting you?

Gee, I don't know.
Seniority?

And how long are you gonna hold
that over me, I mean, how many years?

How long do you
plan on being here?

More collection kits
coming up, sir.

What is his problem?

Well, you know,
your tone was a little...

My tone?

He was about to cut
the clothes off my body.

Are you threatened by Sidney?

Threatened?

By him?

I mean, sure,
he's well liked and...

he does a good job. But...

that has no bearing on you.

We have plenty of love
for you both.

Come on,
It's not about love, Lily.

It's about respect.

The kind of respect I show for Jordan,
the kind she shows Doctor Macy.

She does?

Oh, come on,
you know she does.

It's about experience.

Collection kits.

What's next, Doctor Bug?

Well...

I'll let you kids work this out.

Fine. Okay.
You need a quote?

How about...

Regardless of the FBI's statement,
we are still processing evidence

and have not yet
reached a conclusion.

End quote.

That ought the piss them off.

No, wait!
Don't...

don't quote me on that.
Just...

Fine. Great, you know what?
You're welcome.

Big surprise.

FBI's just issued an APB
for Samantha Rae.

Alerting the media
before saying word one to us.

That's par for the course.

We know anything
more about her?

Uh, girl is an enigma
wrapped in a riddle.

Uh...

Fritztown, PA,
population .

One movie theater,
two traffic lights.

Yawn factor alone would have me
jumping in front of a bus.

Samantha works
at the local pharmacy.

Living there three months.

And what's the enigma part?

Well, it seems that prior to those three
months, Samantha Rae didn't exist at all.

What? / Yeah.
No trace of her before Fritztown.

Social Security number
was issued three months ago.

Same with her bank accounts.
Three months.

So, we have a woman with a false identity
having breakfast with an FBI agent?

Hey, Larry, it's Hoyt.

Listen, I need you to run
a few numbers for me.

Social Security, ATM.

Okay, I've cracked the portable
hard drive found on Feeney's body.

It contains a full surveillance report
on one Albert Lemere...

French national and some kind
of international criminal.

FBI's been tracking him
for years.

Arrested three months ago on
trafficking, conspiracy, and extortion.

Now at Lompoc Federal prison
awaiting trial.

When does Samantha Rae
come into the picture.

About two days
after Lemere's arrest.

What else you got?

Three months ago.

Are you seeing a pattern here?

All right, thank you, Larry.

All right,
PD's got all the numbers.

Samantha Rae makes
one false move and she's ours.

No, she's ours.

Excuse me,
you can't just walk in here.

Why not?

You seem to have no problem
meddling in our business.

How is their helping Boston PD solve
a multiple homicide your business?

Samantha Rae is
none of your concern.

Even after you put an APB
out on her.

She's quite dangerous.

Yeah.

She stands about five-seven, a hundred
twenty pounds, and has brown hair.

This is Hoyt.

We'll be taking this.

Go ahead.
We've got copies.

I know we seem abrupt here.

But we can't have other agencies
screwing up our case.

We'll try to be careful.

Samantha Rae just used her
credit card six minutes ago.

Where?

You really want to know?

Then we're all going to be
working together on this.

Framingham Train Station

There's a train boarding.

All right, you guys check that.
I got the line.

Excuse me.

Yeah.

Samantha Rae.

Stop!
Boston PD!

Stop.

Put it down.

Okay.

I'm putting the g*n down.

Did you k*ll those people?

No!

In the diner.
Did you k*ll them?

No!

Are you trying to k*ll me too?

Listen, I'm a cop.

FBI?

Boston PD.

- Feds just want to talk.
- They're wrong!

The Feds are wrong.
Don't believe them.

I won't.

It wasn't me.

I didn't k*ll anybody.

I believe you.
I do.

But right now,
I gotta ask you to calm down,

take a deep breath, and
get the g*n away from my head.

Now, I'm gonna
turn around real slow.

I just want to help.

We got nothing.

What about you?

Same here.
Nothing.

What are you looking at?

♪ Early this morning,
I was washing my face.

♪ Thinking about going to town...

♪ Sick and tired of
hanging around this place,

- ♪ waiting for it all to come down.
- His personal effects reek of beer.

A Bruins fan to the bitter end.

What are you doing?

Heart.

Bag.

Oh, I'm bagging his heart.

Well, not only is that the wrong bag,
but you should be double bagging.

Well, first of all,
we ran out of organ bags days ago.

And secondly, do I look like
some kind of grocery boy?

Look,

I like to individually bag each organ,
and then put them all in a larger bag.

Key words being that
"you like to".

It's the most efficient way.

But it's not eco-friendly.

Just do it.

You know what?

Can we just get this
all out in the open?

Yeah, please.

I don't work for you.

No, but I outrank you.

On what chart?

I've worked here
for seven years, Sidney.

You've barely been here
five months.

And I wasn't born
the day I arrived.

I put in three years at
the Presbyterian Hospital before this

and another two with
an AIDS mission through the Sudan.

So, I know my way around.

Oh, please don't throw
noble causes up at me, Sid.

I mean, it is quite commendable,
but we've all paid our dues,

believe me.

Hey, guys.

- What?
- What?

Missus Chiemingo's here
to ID her husband.

Well, good. Then let
Brother Theresa here handle it.

And you quit stand-up for this?

Um...

have you done
a death notification before?

It's nothing I can't handle.

All right.

Aren't you forgetting something?

His belongings?

Thank you.

You saw her?

Samantha Rae.

She got the drop on me.

You didn't get b*at up
by a girl again, did you?

She sounded more scared
than anything else.

Said somebody's
trying to k*ll her.

Did Tweedle-Dum and Dumber
see her?

I'm sorry, the FBI?

No.
It was just me.

Cavanaugh.

Oh, no, that it great, Tony,
just great.

What is so great?
And who is Tony?

He's a buddy of mine
over at DMV.

I asked him to cross-reference
Feeney's license plate

with every parking ticket handed out
in the last twenty-four hours.

It looks like
you just got lucky.

First of all, uh...
Mrs. Chiemingo,

we would just like to say
how sorry we are for your loss.

Don't be.

I married an idiot.

Excuse me?

A grown man paints his face
and takes off his shirt at an ice rink.

You're an idiot, Frankie!

Apparently, he d*ed of
a heart att*ck.

Doctor said it was just
a matter of time.

The way he ate,
drank, yelled at the TV.

Well... uh...

at least he d*ed, you know,doing something he loved.

On our anniversary.

That's right.

Selfish son-of-a-bitch
would rather go to the game

than stay home on our anniversary.

Um...

Oh, these are his, uh...

personal effects, ma'am.

Idiot!

He did it to get on TV.

Did it work?

Every game.
Every night, I'd get calls.

Friends laughing.

And not "with" him, believe me.

Not that he cared.
No, he was famous!

Uh... again, ma'am,
we offer our...

- deepest sympathies.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, me too.

Can't you find another hobby?

I don't like being followed.

Like you're the only one who
thought to look for parking tickets.

Didn't you see that guy?

What guy?

Guy who just peeled off.

Thirtyish, olive complexion,
green sedan.

That's twice I've seen him now.
Here and at the train station.

And you said nothing then?

You know who I'm talking about.

In due time, Hoyt.

Trust me.

Feeney's laptop's got
an untitled file listing four names.

Last among them...

Samantha Rae.

The other three
look familiar to you?

To me?

This is FBI stuff.

What do they have in common
with Samantha Rae.

You said in due time.
And I think that time is due.

These people were supposed to testify
against a drug lord named Albert Lemere.

Past tense.

That's right.

They've each met
with an untimely death.

By our mystery man
in the green car.

Yes, that's what we think.

And you think that he k*lled
the people in the diner.

No.

Those we think were carried out
by the one witness who's still alive.

Samantha Rae.

Real name is Pamela Bragman.

She called herself
a freelance reporter

doing a story on the drug
trade in Afghanistan.

Were fuzzy on the details
of how she met Lemere,

but suffice it to say
that a reporter's salary

couldn't compete with the lavish lifestyle
a drug kingpin could provide.

Morocco, Rome, France, Mexico.

We arrested them
three months ago.

She cut a deal
in exchange for her testimony.

We put her in the program
and Samantha Rae was born.

What was she
doing with Feeney?

Lemere's trial starts Wednesday.

Feeney was bringing her in,

stopping at the diner where we were
supposed to take custody. But...

transfer never happened.

It appears our girl still
remains loyal to Lemere.

And rather than testify
against him,

we believe that she carried out
the murders of Feeney

and the five innocent bystanders.

Conspiring with mystery man.

Yes. That would be
the logical conclusion.

She's armed and
dangerous, Detective.

And a pathological liar that
we never should have trusted.

And neither should you.

Those three other names
on Feeney's laptop?

Very interesting.

Very cloak and dagger.

And all with something
very much in common.

I know.
They're all very dead.

Yeah, but what you don't know is
they all lived in the greater Boston area

and passed through
this very morgue.

Enough.
Have you still got their files?

Three deaths.
None related.

One drowning.
One car accident.

And one sh*t with a nine millimeter
straight through the forehead.

We have a photograph
of the b*llet right here.

And we have the actual
b*llet right here.

Looks like a nine millimeter.

Look at that.
The striations are identical.

Yup. It's a match.

That was easy.

What have
we stumbled onto here?

These people rolled into the morgue
the day after Lemere was arrested.

They were all going to testify against
Albert Lemere until Samantha Rae.

You mean, Pamela Bragman.

Whoever the hell she is.

She got rid of nearly every witness
for the prosecution.

That's what the Feds think.

Meaning Lemere will walk.

And to think, I was actually
starting to believe she was innocent.

I'm sorry.

Do I know you?

I think you do.

What the FBI is saying,
isn't true.

I didn't k*ll those people.

Okay. Then give me the g*n
and tell me who did.

Not yet.

I need proof.

Feel like grabbing a...

It's okay, Garret.

You call this okay?

I was going after a story.
I'm a journalist.

And when you were
called to testify?

Agent Feeney and I
stopped by the diner.

We were waiting for other agents
who were going to come and get me.

I got up and I went
to the bathroom and...

when the sh**ting stopped
and I came out,

and I saw what had happened...

I took Agent Feeney's g*n
and I got out of there.

If this is because of me,
I need to make it right.

And how do you
propose to do that?

Here, take it.

If the b*ll*ts that you pull from the victims
are a match, then turn me in.

Don't call the FBI
until I have a chance to prove myself.

You're asking an awful lot.

I hope I'm asking
the right people.

How'd it go?

Uh...
different, to say the least.

Are you checking up
on my work?

I had been.

Where is it?

Where's what?

The heart.
I can't find it.

Oh, again with
the stand-up routine?

You see me laughing?

Bug, come on.

You know what, man,
you just love to see me look bad.

You're doing that
all by yourself.

Enough sniping.

Wait.

You're right.

You didn't lose it.

Apparently,

you gave it to the man's wife
instead of his personal effects.

Oh, my God.

What were you thinking?

Me?

You're the one
who handed it to me.

I did not!

Yes, you did!

I was walking out
and you said

hey, aren't you
forgetting something...

Oh, my God, he's right.

Did I?

Yeah, well,
certainly not on purpose!

Oh!

Okay, okay, okay.

Gotta stay cool.

We are talking
a*t*matic lawsuit here.

Well, not... not if
she hasn't opened it yet!

Oh, it's only a matter of time.

Couldn't you feel that it was a heart in there
before you gave to that poor woman?

Guys!

Well, if you hadn't been all over
my case, maybe I would have!

If you would just do
what I ask you to do!

Stop... / How about you worry
about your own stuff...

- Stop it, stop it...
- and let me worry about mine!

Bug, over there!
Sidney, that way!

- But he never listens to!
- No, buts!

You are both very smart,
fairly grown men,

who are acting like pre-schoolers
and that's why this happened!

Now...

we have to get
that heart back.

And the questions is how?

Yeah, well, I'm sure
he'll figure something out.

You know what, if you want
to blame me, that's fine.

So help me,
I will hurt you both!

If Missus Chiemingo opens that bag,
she's going to have a heart att*ck,

and we can all continue this fight
on the unemployment line!

Now...

for the sake of this office,

and much more importantly,
for the sake of that poor woman,

I suggest you put aside your so-called
differences and get the heart back!

She's right.

Stop.

I'll go.

No. I gave it to her.

I'll go.

And I gave it to you.

Then we'll both go.

No.

It's my body.
My responsibility.

Come on, man.
Are we going to argue about this now?

You know what,
when I first started here...

Oh, here we go.

I thought I knew everything,
and no one could tell me otherwise.

First of all,
I don't know everything.

And you can tell me whatever.


Is it possible for you to suspend
your disbelief for a moment here

and imagine that it's not
you were talking about?

Look back then, I had somebody
who was giving me a hard time.

Despite my vast
previous experience.

Constantly challenging my findings,
questioning my judgment.

And he still does on occasions.

Doctor Macy?

Yeah, and I hated it.

I really did.

But I'm also better for it.

So, while I know it's unpleasant,

just be grateful that it was me giving
you a hard time, and not Doctor Macy.

And I really am going to
pull rank on you here, Sidney.

I am going to go to Missus Chiemingo,
and I am going to get the heart back.

This is on me, Sidney.
Not you.

What are you gonna say
to get it back.

I'll think of something.

The truth, maybe.

Yeah, that's a bad idea.

This g*n did not k*ll
those people in the diner.

You believe me now?

You've got a ways to go.

Oh, this is the strangest day.

What is it, now?

Uh...

Uh... nothing, it's just
that Woody's asking for you.

He's waiting in the lobby.

He's waiting?

Since when does he
not just barge right in?

Since he's got
two Feds with him.

You called them?

Of course, I didn't call them.

But since they're here,

Pamela, for your own safety,
maybe you should go with them.

Please. I'm begging you.

Don't.

Um...

what should I tell them?

If she tries anything scream.

If she tries anything,
I will drop her like a set of keys.

Please, whoever k*lled
Agent Feeney and the others

had no trouble
getting around these guys.

I'm better off on my own.

Where is she?

First of all, what makes you
think she's here?

She called information
on her cell, Doc.

She asked for the address here.

Yeah, something tells me she wasn't
planning on sending fan mail.

Now, wait, wait, wait a minute.

Maybe you're not familiar with
the term aiding and abetting?

Listen, her g*n
didn't k*ll those people.

And while I know
that doesn't clear her,

I also know she's scared to death
that you two can't protect her.

Really?
Is that what she told you?

Just to be on the safe side, why not
let Detective Hoyt take her in?

Sounds like
a reasonable compromise.

Just to be on the safe side,

I'm going to be there.

Follow me.

What the hell
are you trying to pull?

Nigel?

Yeah?

Where are they?

Whom are we discussing?

Pamela Bragman.
Where is she?

I don't know.

It's okay, Nigel.
Tell us.

Uh...

Jordan thought perhaps if Pamela could
piece together the sh**ting at the diner.

The diner.
Let's go.

Jordan.

She's gone.

Knowing Jordan's lead foot,
they're probably halfway there.

She's still not
picking up her cell.

She's gonna get them
both k*lled.

We'll meet you guys there.

You're not going anywhere.

Excuse me?

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
that's city property!

And, now it's
damaged city property.

Are you out of your mind?

I will not be responsible for
endangering any more civilian lives.

I'm not a civilian, jack-ass!

Woody, take it easy!

Knock it off!

Go.

Son of a bitch!

Come on, my car!

What are we gonna do?

We're gonna follow them,
what do you think?

Doctor Macy,
why don't you let me drive?

- I know...
- Get in the car!

Whoa... whoa... whoa.

On your right,
on your right!

That's him.

That's him, that's the dude
who's been following us.

We gotta stop him.

Easy, Doc, easy.

- Look out.
- I got it!

Slow down, slow down.

Car, car, car.

Will you be quiet for a second?

Stay down...
stay down.

Let me see some hands!

Let me see some hands!

Hands!

Now, open the door

and step out of the vehicle slowly.

Real slow like.

Hands behind your head.

Turn around
and face the vehicle...

Quiet!

You're a little nuts,
you know that, Doc?

And you're making a big mistake.

I think you're the one
making the mistake, pal.

What are you doing following us?

I'm not following you.

Why do you want Pamela?

Who?

You know damn well
who I'm talking about.

Pamela Bragman.

I know damn well
you're out of your jurisdiction.

Yeah, I've been hearing that
a lot lately.

You should work with the Feds.

Funny you should say that.

Woody.

He's FBI.

That's I.I.D.

Internal Affairs.

Conducting an
in house investigation.

On Agents Sullivan and Blair.

Investigating the m*rder
of Agent Feeney.

Look, if this Pamela
didn't k*ll Feeney,

then whoever did knows
she's the only living witness.

Let's go.

Get back in your car.

See, now you're being smart.

My keys, man. Hurry up.

My keys.

What the hell?

You son of a bitch!

Okay, mind your feet,
and try not to touch anything.

This is still
an active crime scene.

Okay, this is a little game
my father and I used to like to play.

Feel out the space.
Retrace the steps.

Now, I want to know
exactly how it happened.

Every detail, just the way
you remember it.

I'll try...

We were sitting right here
at the counter.

He asked me to keep my back
to the door so I wouldn't be seen.

He was being so careful.

He must have seen
someone coming.

That's why he sent you
to the bathroom.

Maybe then, a tourist came over
to ask for directions.

♪ I went down.

♪ To the house of the crosses...

♪ I saw my mama...

♪ fall on her knees...

♪ She said to me,

♪ I don't know how people could be...

♪ I don't know how people
could be so evil

♪ She said to me.

I waited a little while.

And then, when I came out,

I couldn't believe my eyes.

There was blood everywhere.

I just...

I grabbed Feeney's keys and his g*n,
and I ran out for my life.

Okay, let's say Feeney
saw someone coming

and sent you to the bathroom
just to be careful.

What are you saying?

I'm saying that
maybe he knew this person...

but didn't trust them enough

to leave you
sitting at the counter.

But who?
Who would do that?

I don't know, but until we do, maybe
you should get back to the bathroom.

Now.

She's still not picking up.

She must have it turned off.

Jordan.
Call me.

Okay? The Feds are
on their way to you, okay?

Do not trust them,
do you hear me?

Do not trust them.

Where is she?

In the bathroom.

This was a bad idea.

You could have gotten her k*lled.

Where's your partner?

Keeping watch
in the car outside.

You're both now
in very grave danger.

Yeah, I can see that.

Clever girl.

Next time, you should
try wearing slippers.

They're virtually untraceable.

I'll keep that in mind.

Better call for back up.

You really think
you can get away with this?

Why not?

You took an enormous chance
bringing her here.

I was on my way
to your rescue, but...

Lemere's people got here first.

You were dead when I got here.

Come on out, ladies.

The game is over.

You can say that again.

Come on, let's see them.

I'll take that.

Nice going, Jordan.

Well, ma'am, allow me
to get to the point.

I know it's late and you're
obviously in mourning.

I was sleeping.
What do you want?

Well, ma'am, it's about
your husband's personal effects.

There were two bags.

One with a big, foamy, novelty.

The finger?

The finger...

- Yeah.
- Right.

Only, I'm here
about the other bag.

Have you had a chance
to look inside?

No.

Oh, no.
That's very good.

- Why?
- Why?

Why is that very good?

I just need to check
the serial number on the bag.

Only, don't look inside.

If I'm right,
it'll spoil the surprise.

I hate surprises.

Then please give me the bag.

Now, you're making me
want to look in it.

No, please.

Look, ma'am,

allow me to be honest.

No, Doctor, allow me,
it was my mistake after all.

What mistake?

I'm afraid one of
your husband's belongings

got lost in the shuffle
back at the morgue.

What belonging?

What is that?

It was in his pants pocket.

This was Frankie's?

Yeah.

It's also engraved.

Happy Anniversary,
love your number one fan.

Oh, my...

Right.

There... there was a card, too.

Oh, yeah, yeah.
Um...

how did it go again?
um?

The Bruins are my team.

But...

you hold my heart.

Right, right.

You hold my heart.

Ma'am, may I have
the silver bag.

Help... help yourself.

Thank you.

It's so beautiful.

Five-zero-eight-two-five-zero.

It's a match.

Great, great.

Well, ma'am, we'll leave you
to admire your husband's heart.

Thanks.

Thank you.

Thanks a million.

Oh, Frankie... Frankie...

Frankie!

You couldn't have told me you were
going to do that before I almost caved?

I thought of it
about a half-hour ago.

Well, it was brilliant.

Excuse me?

You heard me.

Well done.

Well, you know, when I thought you were
going to tell the truth, I just...

Bad idea.

Yeah.
But I really like the sound of that.

Brilliant.

You were right.

Yeah.

No. I mean...

It's really good that
I have someone pushing me.

Well, perhaps you don't require it
as much as I've been dolling it out.

You owe me fifty dollars
for your half of the locket.

How much?

Fifty dollars.

Hey, you said this was
on you, not me, man.

I was just trying to
help you out.

Done.

You hungry?

Starved.

Cool. Because I know this
really nice steak house nearby.

Well, let's just
keep that in the car.

Yeah.

♪ Finally lived my burden down...

Woody?

No, thank you, I'm driving.

I'll take his.

Not alone.

Easy, folks.

Okay... uh...

to the innocent victims.

May they rest in peace.

That was a stupid thing
you did tonight, Jordan.

Putting yourself out there
for a perfect stranger.

Going back to the scene
of the crime unprotected.

And this surprises you how?

You were lucky.

Could've ended up
a whole different way.

And believe it or not,
there's still a few of us around here

that would've missed you
if it had.

Wow, back-handed as it was,
I'll just take it as a compliment.

Hey.
You ready?

I think so.

Her mom is meeting us
at the precinct.

I haven't seen or spoken to her
in over three months.

And I probably wouldn't be doing so now
if it weren't for you guys.

Thank you doesn't quite cover it.

Oh.

It'll do.

Okay, so you did
one good thing tonight.

We.

We did one good thing.

Did you mean that?

You know, when you were
saying that you actually...

care about what happens to me?

Of course, I did.

So, would that also include
my financial health?

Okay. Yeah, yeah,
I didn't think so.

Cool.

♪ My hearts a little ragged,
but it's all that I got,

♪ so I'm going to give it a try.

♪ Look out world, I'm coming,
ready or not,

♪ I don't want to let you pass me by.

♪ Here I go, maybe I'm coming around.
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