02x22 - Pandora's Trunk: Part 2

[bunniefuu]

Hey!

Excuse me.

That's nasty.

Where is she?

Alright, guys, you're on.

I'm actually gonna ask you
how you came to call this in,

knowing full well
you're gonna lie to me.

We gotta stop
hanging out together.

You're learning all my moves.

I was having a very pleasant, slightly
erotic dream just forty minutes ago, Jordan.

Then I guess you and Woody, Junior
are gonna be disappointed,

because I'm not in the mood
to analyze your dreams.

How'd you find him, Jordan?

An anonymous tip.

- I swear to God, I will...
- Detective Hoyt!

I think we've got an ID.

Excuse me.

He was a cop.

So you took the key.

Oh, uh, you heard about that.

Not a lot of secrets around here.

What can I say?
I fell off the wagon.

You know, I've really tried to
be a friend to you, Jordan.

You... Don't play the friend card, Garret.
It's cheap.

As your friend, you give me
no choice but to take away the bottle.

- It's over.
- What do you mean, it's over?

There was a dead cop
in the trunk of that car.

That's exactly
what I'm talking about.

Look, this was the first real break
I've ever had on this case.

Somebody led me to that trunk.

I need to figure out who it was,

- what it has to do with my Mom...
- No, Jordan, you're done.

You're done.

Do you have any idea how far up
my ass city hall is gonna be on this one.

Wow, there's an image.

A forty-foot blade is about to
swing through this building.

If I were you, I'd hide out.

Hide out?

Have we met?

I'm dead serious, Jordan.

If I so much as catch you
running a fiber sample on this case,

I will fire your ass.

And don't even think about
dragging Bug or Nigel into this,

do you understand me?

You know, you'd save me
a hell of a lot of trouble

if you told me what else
I'm gonna find in that car.

I don't know anything else.

I swear.

His name was Carl Jeffers.

Joined the force
in nineteen seventy-three,

reported missing on September twentieth,
nineteen seventy-nine.

He was thirty-one years old.

Shouldn't Jordan be here?

What?
You didn't hear?

Macy kicked her off the case.

Really?

Why?

I don't know, maybe it has something
to do with the fact that

M.E.'s usually get to the body
after the police.

Okay, one sh*t
to the back of the head,

and this is a thirty-eight caliber
lead semi-wadcutter, non-jacketed.

They flatten when they go in.

Cops used them in the seventies
to keep b*ll*ts from hitting bystanders.

You're saying
it was a police issue g*n?

Smith and Wesson, model ten.

Four inch barrel,
six b*llet chamber.

Used by the Boston PD
until nineteen eighty-one.

Maybe he was sh*t
with his own g*n.

Nah, if he sh*t himself,
we would have found the g*n there.

Take a look at this.

This was the blanket
that he was lying on.

You see this pale impression?

What does it look like to you?

A g*n.

There was a g*n there.

Yeah, "was" being the operative word.

Question is, what happened to it?

This is Hoyt.

Police Plaza

Detective Hoyt.

Captain Malden.

You wanted to see me, sir?

Thank you for coming up so quickly.

Been hearing a lot of positive things
about you lately, son.

Thank you, sir.

The uh, remains of the man
you found today...

Carl Jeffers.

He was my partner.

Your partner?

When I was a detective,
about your age.

I've kept the case open
for twenty-three years.

I'm a realist and a cop,

but I'd always held out
some kind of hope that uh...

Carl Jeffers was
like a brother to me.

I will be heading up
this case personally.

But uh,

I uh,

could use some eyes and ears.

I don't need to tell you that
this is the kind of case that...

makes careers.

Yes, sir.

So,

who found the body?

Um...

it was an anonymous tip
to the Medical Examiner's Office, sir.

Well, then that's where I'll start.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Whatcha doin'?

Mmm.

Poor guy slipped in the bathtub.

Hmm.

Life, huh?

I mean, it just goes to show you.

Just... just wham.

Ah, yeah.

Something I can help you with?

No.

No, I just uh, had a free minute,
thought I'd drop by and say hello.

Yeah, you and I haven't really
had time to get to know one another.

What'd you have in mind?

Well, I thought if we worked together
on a little side project...

Ah... / you know, it might help us
develop a working relationship.

Okay.

I... I need you to
trace this w*apon.

Just tell me anything
you can about it.

Why can't you do it?

Oh, 'Cause I'm really busy with
a whole bunch of other stuff right now.

Oh.

Yeah, yeah.

And uh, let's... let's keep it
on the down low, okay?

Oh, sure, sure, sure.

So this is how we're gonna
get to know one another?

We're gonna develop
a bond, you know?

A sense of trust and understanding.

Well, let's not
get ahead of ourselves.

Just take care of it, alright?

We'll go from there.

Jordan.

Oh, hi.

You saved me a trip.

I was just gonna go find you.

I... I thought we'd talk.

Well, wh... what about?

Uh,

what do you mean what about?
You opened the trunk, Jordan.

Yeah.

I know. I... I guess I...
I just got a little too curious.

Oh.

Well, you seem pretty calm.

We spent a whole night
talking about this.

I nearly had to chain
you to a radiator.

Yeah. I... I can't believe
that you told Macy.

I was just trying to
help you, Jordan.

You called me in the middle of
the night, desperate.

You gave me the key, and when I...
when I...

when I saw that it was missing, I...

It turned out fine.

Like you said, I...
I needed to confront it.

Look, Lily, I have got
a lot of work I need to do.

Since the body was found
inside the car,

the vehicle contains vital
and pertinent forensic evidence.

We'll pass our findings along
once we've finished evaluating them.

And when will that be?

All due respect, Ms. Walcott,
the man's been dead twenty-three years.

I don't see the urgency.

The man was my partner.

I understand an M.E.
found the body.

We'll need to speak with him.

That particular medical examiner's
been reassigned.

Reassigned.

She had other commitments.

She?

Doctor Cavanaugh.

Jordan.

Why doesn't that surprise me?

Jordan Cavanaugh.

You've had the pleasure?

I knew her father

when he was on the force.

I'd like a moment with the remains,

pay my respects.

Of course.

I'll have someone from admittance
show you the crypt.

I'll meet you downstairs.

I get the feeling
you're stalling here, Garret.

This is a cop k*lling.

Tom Malden does not personally
come down to the morgue very often.

I'd pay attention to the signs
if I were you.

Thanks for the advice.

So this is where it starts, huh?

It's entirely up to you.

Doctor Cavanaugh.

Tom Malden.

Yeah, I know who you are.

You've got a good memory.

You must have been what, twelve?

Ten.

Yeah, you held my hand as you walked me
into the Department of Children's Services.

That was right after
you led my father away in handcuffs.

I know there's been some bad blood here,
but it's been a lot of years, Jordan.

Out of curiosity,

how did you find Carl Jeffers' body?

I was just lucky, I guess.

Hey.

You'll never guess
who I ran into today.

I'm not in the mood for
Twenty Questions, Jordan.

Tom Malden.

What'd he say to you?

Nothing.

We found the remains of his partner
from twenty-three years ago.

You found Carl Jeffers?

Yeah.

That's why I'm here.

I need to know
everything you know about him.

Get a table in the back and
I'll grab us a couple of drinks.

Jeffers had a reputation
on the force,

the kind of guy
you got to rough people up.

He and Malden were working a drug case
at the time with Irish mob money involved.

Guy named Cahill ran
cocaine through Southie.

Always smelled like he was
involved with Jeffers' disappearance.

Well, that's... that's very interesting,
but I need to know how it all connects.

To what?

To Mom's m*rder.

I thought we had
this conversation last night.

I found the body
in a Sixty-six Fairlane.

I got the key from Herman Redding.

Herman Redding?

Back in L.A.

Before he d*ed, he told me that
the clues to Mom's m*rder were in that car.

When were you planning to
tell me about this?

No, I'm telling you right now.

Well, it's a little late
in the game, isn't it?

Hey, you were the one who told me
never to speak of this again.

- Oh, come on.
- And...

Now, I'm not even so sure
how much I should tell you anymore.

Meaning what, exactly?

Meaning that you're
keeping things from me, too.

Like what?

Like where James is.

Why would I know that?

You found him once.
How?

I had my ways.

I think you always know
where he is.

I think you've kept tabs on him
his whole life,

out of guilt, out of shame...

I don't know where he is, Jordan.

I think you've said
enough for one night.

Dad.

Yeah, Cavanaugh.

Alright, what'd you find?

Nigel?

How do you do it, Jordan?

How do I do what?

Now, Doctor Macy gave me specific orders
not to speak to you, but you...

you pulled me into it anyway.

A black hole of lies and deceit inexorably
ending in the termination of my employment.

What are you talking about?

We all care for you, Jordan.

That... that's the sad part.

No one more than I.

But even I have a pain threshold upon
which time I will scream "Uncle."

N... Nigel, wh...
what is it you'd like me to say?

That I'm sorry?

Eh...

Uh, this print,

I matched it
to the ones I found in the car.

It's the same one.

What one?

The print. The... the...

the phantom print, the one
from your mother's crime scene.

Alright, uh...

Listen. Not a... a word of this
to Macy, understand?

- Oh.
- No, look, you...

you've got to hide it from him.
Bury it.

No.

No, uh, if I'm gonna
go out on a limb here,

you need to tell me
whose print this is.

It belongs to my brother.

Your what?

Did I or did I not ask you if there was
something else I should know?

Okay, you're right.

So I may have left out
a few minor details.

You have some psycho long lost brother
who may or may not have k*lled your mother.

You call that a minor detail?

Okay, it was complicated.

Well, it's not anymore.
I'm giving that car to Walcott.

- You can't do that.
- Watch me.

She's breathing down
my neck, Jordan.

I've dodged three calls
in the last two hours.

But they're gonna find that print.

So what?
It's a phantom.

You said yourself
you can't find the guy.

Chances are they won't
be able to, either.

Okay, just give me
twenty-four hours.

Why?
What good is that gonna do?

Okay, please. Think of all the years
that we've known each other, all...

all the trust that we've built up.

You're joking, right?

Okay, okay.
So that argument's a little flawed.

So, do it for me.

You didn't return my calls.

It's been a busy day, Renee.

I know when I'm being avoided.

I want the evidence.
I want that car.

He's protecting you, isn't he?

Do I look like I need protection?

So,

who's it gonna be, Garret?

No,

I'm not gonna play that game.

Tick tock.

Hey, you uh, run the trace
on that g*n yet?

Oh, yeah, yeah. I ran it.

Let me ask you something.

Do I look stupid?

Not particularly.

Hmm.

Well, you must think
I'm some kind of chump, huh?

Peter, I just asked you
to do me a favor.

No, you asked me to break
about a hundred different laws.

That g*n was a key piece of evidence
in a cop k*lling case.

- I never said it wasn't.
- You never said it was.

Look, I'm sorry if
I didn't get the memo that

we're all supposed to put our jobs
on the line for you,

but in case you haven't noticed,

I'm hanging on
by a thin thread here.

Okay, alright, fine.

Uh, look, wh...
where is it?

- I'll take care of it myself.
- I turned it in to the D.A.

- You what?
- Yes, I had to.

It was evidence.

Okay, great. Uh...

look, you at least tell me
who the g*n was registered to?

Now you really think
I'm stupid, huh?

What are you talking about?

The g*n belonged to
your father, Jordan.

The old French salute.
Police Plaza Hallway

Thought they could march
in the shade.

Max, what a surprise.

What brings you here?

Thought we'd have a little talk.

Sure, about what?

Stay away from my daughter.

What?

I just had one conversation with her.
What's going on here?

Don't screw with me, Tom.

I'm not Kevin Cahill.
I take care of my family.

Max, it's been a lot of years.

There's a lot of water
under the bridge.

Everyone who touched
that case got b*rned.

Some ended up
in the trunk of a car.

Some of us opened businesses
and are keeping to ourselves.

Others got promotions they didn't deserve,
but everyone else is dead.

Dead.

So leave my daughter alone.

You hear me?

It's a little early in the day
to be drinking, Max.

Why don't you go home
and sleep it off?

Nigel, any luck
with those prints?

What prints?

The prints from the car.

Oh. Yeah, those.
Um,

no.

No, nothing yet.

Yeah, me neither.
I'm striking out.

I tried to call up Carl Jeffers'
personnel file, but I couldn't even find it.

I found it.

It's in the police database,
but I couldn't open it.

It's got a three digit
security code on it.

Look.

It had been sealed about
a month before he disappeared.

Before he disappeared.

Yeah.

Three digits.
That's an I.A. code.

Internal Affairs.

Well, well, well.

Looks like our boy Jeffers was
in a bit of hot water.

Yes, can I help you?

Yeah, you can fork over every piece
of evidence in the Jeffers case.

Uh, I'm sorry,
but this evidence belongs...

Save it for your interrogation.

You'll recognize me.
I'll be the one not wearing handcuffs.

And you,

I need some answers.

Me?

The Fairlane had a forged registration
in the name of Herman Redding.

Sound familiar?

Herman Redding?

Funny, I'd think I'd remember
the name of a man I sh*t and k*lled.

Oh, him.

Maybe I should speak to a lawyer.

I am a lawyer.

Now,

whose print is this?

It was in your computer
dated four months ago

and matches twenty-seven
identical prints in that car.

I see a lot of fingerprints.

Not like this.

The print matches no state,
local or federal database.

- It's a phantom.
- I told you, I don't know.

You got it from Jordan Cavanaugh,
didn't you?

You think you're really protecting her
by not telling me?

The guy's a cop k*ller.

She goes after him,
she could be next.

Now, where did she get it?

F... from the crime scene
when her mother was m*rder*d.

It's all I know.

- How long...
- Spoke to Walcott about Herman Redding.

I can explain about that, sir.

Seems you and the Cavanaughs
have a little history.

Yes, sir.

Might be a good idea
if you kept an eye on them.

Renee.

What the hell do you think
you're doing?

You're a day late
and a dollar short, Garret.

I got what I came for.

These are my people
and that is my morgue.

I'm sorry, but all complaints
must be submitted in writing.

Listen, excuse me for assuming
that we were past this.

Maybe I should have made
the ground rules a little clearer.

They're very simple.

You can screw me,

but you can't screw with me.

Shouldn't you be open?

Didn't feel like it.

My prerogative.

Besides, you're on duty, right?

I'm not here to drink, Max.

I'm here for some answers.

You and everyone else.

I'm working the Jeffers case.

I'm sure Jordan told you
about the body she found.

She told me.

I just wanted to give you
the heads up.

Captain Malden seems to think that
you two know more than you're saying.

- Does he now?
- Yeah, he does.

And I gotta tell you,
I don't disagree.

We found prints in that car, Max.

A lot of prints.

Old prints.
Twenty-seven, to be exact.

They match the phantom print
from your wife's m*rder.

- How about that.
- How about that.

You want to tell me why that is?

Wish I knew.

She's in trouble, Max.

She's not gonna get out of this one
like the others.

She's in deep.

I think you should let me
in the loop.

There is no loop.

I can help you, Max.

I gotta open up.

Lock the door on your way out.

W. rd Street
Apt F, Boston

You still don't want to tell me
what's going on?
Rogue Medical Examiner Bucks System

You shouldn't have
followed me, Woody.

You shouldn't have lied.

You're in trouble, Max.

I'm probably the last friend
you've got right now.

Sorry.

A friend's not
what I'm lookin' for.

Hello, sis.

Rumor has it
you're looking for me.

What do you want from me?

Did you k*ll my mother?

No.

Why should I believe you?

Because I got no reason to lie.

Then who did?

I don't know.

I just want to be left alone.

Oh, then why did you leave me
that body.

What body?
People are after me because of you!

Your prints were in a car
with a dead cop in the trunk!

I need to know.

Did you k*ll him?

I didn't know he was a cop.

I was... I was just hidin' out.

You went to see Mom that night.

The next day, she was dead.

Three days later, the lead
investigator's partner turns up missing.

He tried to k*ll me, okay?

Where'd you get the g*n that night?

Mom gave it to me.

She said things were crazy
for her, that...

someone was after her
and he might come after me.

She gave me the g*n.

Three days later, this...

guy shows up to k*ll me.

So I sh*t him...

in self defense.

I... I... I... I stuck him
in the trunk of his car,

and then I drove him
to an abandoned warehouse.

And then I went to Mexico
for the next six years.

Who sent him?

Who had the most to gain
if I was dead?

The most... to lose if I was alive?

Your father.

Whoever he is.

Obviously, he couldn't afford to
have a new family member show up.

Maybe he's someone important.

I'm sorry.

Um...

Can... can I stay here?

What?

Just... just for a day or two.

It might be the only place
that's safe for me.

So we got raided by
the D.A.'s office today.

Yeah, I know.
I spoke to Nigel.

He's pretty freaked.

They want to talk to Jordan, too.

Well, they're gonna
have to find her first,

and I've tried her cell phone,
her apartment, nothin'.

Mmm.

Hmm.

You're not gonna take
any responsibility for this, are you?

Listen, Lily, I've known Jordan
a long time.

Sometimes she disappears,
she comes back.

It's like the seasons.
Don't get sucked in.

Yeah, see, I think it works for you
that she's obsessive and compulsive.

Chasing ghosts she'll never find.

I think it makes you feel...
superior, in control.

If she's not her,
then you're not you.

I'm sorry, am I getting
psychoanalyzed here?

No.

I'm just tired of not saying
the things that I feel.

Things I should have said
a year ago.

I take it you're
talking about us now.

Yeah, Garret.

I'm talking about us.

Fine.

What do you want to say to me?

What do you want to say to me?

Forget it.

I gotta get out of this job.

Heard about your inquisition.

Otherwise known as my finest hour.

I feel like Judas.

This is where you're supposed to
tell me that I did the right thing.

How could you, Nigel?

Et tu, Bug?

I mean, what were you thinking?

I was thinking of my own ass,
if you really must know.

We are nothing
if we don't stick together.

Uh, we are misfits,
we're cretins.

Uh, look at us.

We don't even get the girl
in the end.

Speak for yourself, mate.

We don't live happily
ever after, no.

We huddle together, en masse,

and collectively fight for
our patch of dry land.

Yeah, right. So you're telling me you
wouldn't have done the exact same thing?

I would have sung like a canary.

You know what
the pathetic thing is?

I'd help her again.

Yeah, well, that's because
she's hot.

Who, Jordan?

What, you're... you're telling me
you've never noticed?

Well, yeah, I mean,
she's certainly...

extremely attractive, but
that can't be the reason.

But think about it, Nigel.

Why do blokes like us do
half of the things we do in life?

See, there you go again,
lumping us together. It's...

Come on, face it.

We're... we're tied to her
like puppets.

And she pulls our strings
and we dance.

Puppets, indeed.

What's up?

I got that I.A. file
on Carl Jeffers.

I give it to you
under penalty of death.

Thank you.

I did not want to have to go
to Malden with this yet.

Yeah?

Well, that was probably smart.

Why's that?

'Cause it wasn't Jeffers
they were after.

It was Malden.

There's a cocaine bust
in August of seventy-nine.

Two hundred grand
conveniently went missing

from the Irish mobster named Cahill.

They were... they were
trying to flip Malden's partner,

get him to rat him out.

Ten days after Jeffers went missin',

case against Malden was dropped.

They tried to get the third one to flip,
but he wouldn't budge.

Third one?

There was another cop involved.

Guy by the name of uh, Cavanaugh.

Max Cavanaugh.

Well, you're persistent.
I'll give you that.

I found Jeffers' Internal Affairs file.

Nice little section on you in here.

James Theodore, James Matthews,
James Olson and James Stanwell.

I found them all at his place.

I also found two thousand dollars
in cash and a passport.

Sounds to me
like a guy on the run.

Who is he, Max?

James Horton.

For close to forty years,
I believed he was my son.

How does he figure into all this?

I don't know.

It's all connected, Max.
Everything.

I'm not so sure.

- Think about it.
- I have thought about it.

You, Malden, Jeffers.

All involved in a drug bust
where two hundred grand goes missing.

I never saw a penny of that...

Two weeks later,
your wife is m*rder*d.

Three days later, Jeffers ends up
in the trunk of a car,

and twenty-three years later,
Jordan finds him.

You're gonna tell me
that's not all connected?

The answer lies...

somewhere in your wife's m*rder.

James came to see her
the night before she d*ed?

Do you think he did it?

No.

I think he set off a chain of events
that got her k*lled.

I pulled your wife's file again
from police records.

Yeah, well, I've...
I've been all over this stupid stuff.

You...

Oh, what's this?
This is new.

Phone records from that night.

I was never able to get these.

She made three calls.

Yeah, I recognize this number.

It's the main number
to the Seventh Precinct.

I was working the Seventh.

Ten fourteen, she spoke to you
for fourteen minutes.

Do you remember
what you guys talked about?

I never talked to her that night.

I was working a stakeout.

Well, who'd she talk to then?

I don't get this.

If Malden was the lead investigator,
why wouldn't he follow a lead like this?

Because she was talking to him.

Malden? What?
Why?

Why would she talk to Malden
the night that James showed up?

Because he was his father.

Come in.

Doctor Cavanaugh.

I know who you are.

I'm sorry, I don't understand.

I talked to your son,

James.

Well,

I guess a part of me...

was expecting this.

I want answers...

now.

Yes, I suppose you do.

You tried to have him k*lled.

There's a long story
to this, Jordan.

One you deserve to know.

You want answers, have a seat.

We'll discuss this.

Now, how do you take your scotch?

Neat.

The night of September seventeenth,
nineteen seventy-nine.

That's right.

What time did he clock in?

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

That confirms it.

Tom Malden was working that night
at the Seventh.

We were rookies
in our early twenties.

I brought him home
a few times for dinner.

He and Emily used to laugh a lot.

I just... never thought...

What are we gonna do now?

Tom Malden's a pretty powerful guy.

I don't know.

I'm thinking.

We're closed.

Yeah, speaking.

What'd you say?

I'm coming over there right now.

Max, what's going on?

Max, who was that?

Whoa-whoa-whoa.
Max, come...

Max, calm down, think about this.

Do not go after this guy yourself.

Let's do this the right way.

Max, give me back my car keys!

You are not following me this time.

I want you to know that
your mother and I...

cared for one another.

Like I give a rat's ass
whether you did or not.

She calls you the night
that James went to see her.

Yeah.

She was scared to death.

- Of James?
- No.

Of Max.

Jordan, your father was
a very dangerous man.

No, my mother was
a very sick woman.

You only know half the story.

Yeah, then fill in the rest.

'Cause all I know is someone k*lled
her fifteen hours after she called you.

That left only one other person alive
who knew the truth about James.

That was James himself.

So if you weren't the one
covering the tracks, then who was?

This thing goes deeper
than you and I know.

Where does it lead?

I think the secrets
live and die with James.

That's why you're going to tell me
where he is.

What the hell makes you think
I would do that?

Because you've just ingested
forty milligrams of methyl hexital.

You should be ready to tell me
any minute now.

You son of a b...

No, don't... don't... don't.
It's alright.

Don't worry about it.
You won't remember any of this.

Not a thing.

It's painless, I promise.

I am not telling you a thing.

It's okay.
Don't fight it, Jordan.

Just...

relax.

Shh-sh... sh-sh-shh.

So I want to hear it.

What did you want
to say to me?

Garret.

It's not important.

Really, I'm sorry
I even said anything.

But no, you have
something to say,

I think it'd do us both some good
for you to get it off your chest.

Alright.

I think you're a coward.

You talked a big game.

"I'm evolving, I'm changing,
it's the dawn of a new day."

Load of crap.

You're still the same repressed,
tortured guy you were the day I met you.

And the sad thing is,

you had a chance
to change it all.

I was that chance, Garret.

You... you choked.

And why?

To evolve? To change?
To grow?

No.

To run back to your ex-wife.

Wow.

How's that for growth?

So let me get this straight.
You're saying I'm a coward.

Yeah, that's what I'm saying.

You're saying I don't know
how to take a risk.

I'm saying you
wouldn't know a risk

if it stood up on its hind legs
and bit you on your ass.

- I don't take risks?
- No.

Yeah.

Okay.

Is this a bad time?

Thought I'd take your suggestion
and give you fair warning.

We're bringing Jordan Cavanaugh
and her father in for questioning

in connection with
the death of Carl Jeffers.

Oh. I'm sorry.

I was looking for Captain Malden.

Is it okay if I use your phone?

Dispatch.

Hey, this is Detective Hoyt.

I need a twenty
on Captain Malden, ASAP.

I'll check that.

Just spoke to
Captain Malden's driver.

He's parked at
Two two seven Pearl Street.

Pearl Street?

Yes.

Jordan!

Jordan!

Max, drop the g*n.

Max, drop the g*n.

I said drop it.