02x18 - Fire and Ice

[bunniefuu]

You know, I was thinkin'.

We put in bunk beds,
we could actually live here.

Not enough closet space.

Oh, business or pleasure?

It's the District Attorney.

Business or pleasure?

Geez, she's paging both of us.
Is that good or bad?

You have Walcott on speed dial?

Don't you?

Where's the D.A.?

How many bodies?

None.

We don't usually
get called out on spec.

This was a meth lab.

They don't usually explode
unless someone was in them.

If there are bodies,
they'll find 'em.

Why are you here?

I can tie this meth operation to Freddy
Paxton, the worst drug dealer in Boston.

If someone d*ed here, I can nail
the bastard for homicide as well.

Well, here's to hoping we find
a couple of fresh corpses for ya.

- I didn't mean that...
- I got something.

Whoa-whoa-whoa, where?

Grace Whitford.

She was sixteen.

Garret, she's alive!

I know it hurts, but,
you know, just hang on.

You're gonna be fine, okay?

Garret, she's slipping.

Alright, so uh, let's get
her transferred right now!

Come on!

Alright, come on.
Rescue twenty-seven.

You okay?

Yeah, great.

You need to sit down?

What I need is
to get Freddy Paxton.

I assume it's life-threatening.

Yeah.

So, good news for you.

Come on, Jordan.

I'll be at the hospital.

Is my daughter gonna be okay?

I'm not really connected
with the hospital.

I'm a medical examiner.

Look, Grace is alive.

Grace is alive.

The doctors are doing
everything they can right now.

How bad is it?

I... I don't know
what her chances are, Mrs. Whitford.

What about that little
son of a bitch?

Her boyfriend, Connor Marshall.

Well, uh, Grace is the only victim
that we found.

Mmm.

But if she was with her boyfriend,
then the police do need to know that.

Mrs. Whitford?

Yes?

Your daughter is stable
and responding fairly well.

But with burns,

the prognosis is
minute to minute for days.

Maybe even weeks.

Hey, Lily.

What do you make of this?

Hmm?

Hey, you okay?

I just spent an hour trying to convince a wife
that her husband was actually dead.

She wouldn't even look at
his Polaroid to ID his body.

No ID means no processing.

No processing means
a backed up viewing room,

which means five more people
angry at me.

- You can't please everyone, Lily.
- I can't please anyone.

I couldn't console her, Bug.

I'm starting to think that I...

You wanted to
show me something?

Uh, yeah, yeah.
It's um, it's these.

"To whom it may concern,

I would appreciate it most kindly

if you would please cremate my body
within forty-eight hours

and scatter my ashes
over my beloved Fenway Park."

What are these languages?

Have no idea.

But I think it's the same message
written in three different languages.

We found that on the body of a guy who
d*ed in a flophouse over on Center Street.

su1c1de note in triplicate?

Well, that's just it. You see,
I don't think it is su1c1de.

There's no sign of
self-inflicted anything.

It appears he's in perfect health.

Except for the being dead part.

We ID'd him as John Smith,
which is a little strange.

Oh.

I'm guessing he's Chinese,
maybe Tibetan.

But whatever he is, I suspect that
Smith isn't his real name.

Maybe... maybe he's on the run
from something.

Or maybe his mother married
a guy named Smith.

Here endeth the mystery.

An Asian guy named Smith

drops dead in a flophouse,
leaving instructions in three languages

for his remains to be destroyed
within forty-eight hours?

I mean, that screams mystery.

Crypt: Grace Whitford

Sh... she was... she was still alive
when I left the hospital.

The doctor gave her
pretty good odds.

Burns this bad, it can turn on a dime.
You know that.

I told her she'd be okay, Garret.

Hello.

I'm looking for a Doctor Winslow.

I'm Doctor Winslow.

Well, lucky you.

I'm a fan of the coincidence.

Doctor Stiles, state head shrinker...

- Ah.
- I'm here to uh...

Shrink my head?
I know, I called you.

I know.
Highly unusual.

Uh, why, really?

Well, most people avoid me
like the plague.

But you, oh, no.
You called me yourself.

"I want a psych evaluation."

I mean, for most people,
that's right up there with root canal.

I just figured, you know,
it's mandatory, right?

Why not just get it over with?

Right?

But uh, you're a little bit early.

I've got a couple things
I have to take care of, so...

Okay.
I'll wait around for you.

I'm made of time.

If you're looking for toothpaste,
you're in the wrong room.

Hey.

These belonged to
your mystery man.

Ah, Agent Smith.

I'm just about to
start the autopsy.

Nigel's still checking to see
if that's his real name.

What language do you suppose
this is?

Tibetan.

John Smith emigrated from Tibet in
at the age of seventeen,

landed in New York City and changed
his name almost immediately to Smith.

Um, was he running from something?

You think?

I don't know.

Details are sketchy
prior to his arrival.

Earned a graduate degree from Princeton
in molecular biology.

Yeah, worked as a scientist
on grant programs there,

and then one day, he just left.

And it all gets
very bizarre after that.

Meaning what?

Well, I tracked this guy through
the IRS database.

He bounced around from
one weird job to another.

He was a... a ticket taker
on a commuter train,

a house painter,
a high school math teacher.

And most recently,

a peanut vendor at Fenway Park.

Sounds like he had
a short attention span.

Or maybe he was just trying to
figure out who to be.

Hi, may I help you?

Yes, I'm here for John Smith.

Are you a relative?

Yes, he's my brother, though I have
not seen him in over forty years.

Uh, may I see him now, please?

Oh, of course.

Have a seat, please.

Forgive me, but I'm afraid
there's very little time.

We must begin the rights
of the first Bardo

over Geshe Rabten's body
as soon as possible,

before we bring him
back home to India.

I'm sorry, you lost me, Mister?

Oh, Yashi Rabten.

My brother's true name is
Geshe Sonam Rabten.

Your brother left uh, specific instructions
for his remains after he d*ed.

Forgive me, but at the moment
that is irrelevant.

And why is that?

Because he doesn't know
he's dead yet.

Hello, Howard.

Hey.

What brings you here?

Oh, business, pleasure.

Little of both.

- How are you?
- I'm fine.

What can I do for you?

Boy, you've got a lot of "no trespassing
signs" in there, don't you?

Mmm, icy mother, depressed father,
connect the dots however you like.

Just do it on your own time.

Peter Winslow's psych evaluation.

It's not due for
another three months.

He called me, wants to do it now.

Why?

My guess is
he thinks you don't like him.

I don't need to like him.

I need to trust him.

He did have a problem with uh,
dr*gs, you know?

Yes, I'm aware of that.

Unless he's stupid,
he knows the burden's on him

to prove to you
he's done with them.

Look, wh... whatever his motivation is,
I need to know if he's a risk to this office.

Doctor Stiles.

Ms. Walcott.

Well, I'll just polish up
that crystal ball.

So you heard the girl d*ed.

Yeah.

If I can take down Freddy Paxton,

I can cut street dr*gs by
at least fifty percent.

I'm just about ready to
move in on him.

You want a nice neat package for the jury
about the girl's death, I know.

Yes.

And we've reached
that awkward point, haven't we?

I'm not sorry about
what happened between us.

You make it sound like
it was an accident.

It wasn't.

We knew the rules would change
once we were back in Boston.

Mmm.

Do we know
what the new rules are?

Not yet.

But anyway, Jordan's with the body.

Okay.

Renee.

Listen, she...

she feels responsible, so just...

just take it easy.

I'm not an ogre, Garret.

She took the brunt of it head on.

Well, she couldn't have been
inside the garage.

She would have been blown up.

Nigel's trying to calculate right now
how close she was to the expl*si*n.

Hey, have you talked to her mother?

Well, I'm sure the detectives have.

Why?

Um... Hey, April and Sean,
would you give me a hand?

- Yes, Doctor.
- Look out.

Just wondering how she's doin'.

She didn't seem to have
much of a support system.

But she mentioned that Grace was out
with her boyfriend last night,

a uh, Connor something.

Uh, M... Marshall.

Mean anything to you?

Everything means something.

Well, if he was with her,
what happened to him?

What the hell.

What?

It's a b*llet hole.

She was sh*t.

Yeah, I've been in Narcotics Anonymous
for six months now.

Well, it's six months this Sunday.

- Mmm.
- Mmm.

So how's that working for you?

It's great.

They uh, they really know their stuff.

So why did you start using dr*gs?

You know how all the pressures
are in med school.

Oh, it's terrible.

All that crap
they expect you to learn.

Touche.

Okay, but when you're young
and you're stupid,

you think dr*gs are the answer.

Well, it's not so much the answer
I'm interested in.

It's the question.

I'm sorry, I'm not following you.

Do you like it here?

It's a good opportunity.

Yeah, I want to make it work.

Is that a yes or a no?

Doctor Macy gave me a chance
when no one else would,

so I love it here.

Do you like Doctor Macy?

You know, he's always looking at me,
he's always uh,

he's looking at me like he thinks
I'm gonna implode

or something
at any moment, and uh,

that's a little unnerving, that's all.

Mmm.

So if I uh, give him a good report
about you, then what happens?

Look, what is this?

I thought we were gonna talk about
my family, you know, toilet training.

Well, you have no idea
how boring that can get.

Why didn't the hospital find this?

Well, it's a judgment call.

Too risky to turn her over
if they didn't have to,

and she was only b*rned
on the front.

Come here.

The b*llet was deflected
by the spine.

Nicked the right kidney, as you see,
and ended up right there.

Cause of death?

Internal bleeding.

What's the caliber?

Thirty-eight.

I'll run it through the local database.

The name Connor Marshall meant
something to you, didn't it?

Yes, I'm sorry to say.

How soon can I have
a full report?

As soon as the tox screen
comes in.

You're not gonna tell me
any more than that?

Nope.

[font color=FFFFCC]Autopsy: Mr. Smith

He doesn't know he's dead?

Pretty hard to miss.

My job is to help people
accept death.

Nobody seems to be
buying that today.

I can assure you
he is dead.

From a heart att*ck.

Hmmph.
Mystery solved.

I can release his body
and we can...

Why, what did you tell the brother?

I stalled.

I told him that
the autopsy wasn't finished.

But now it is.

You know,

it seems like you know about the life
that John Smith ran to,

but nothing about
what he was running from.

I told her Connor was trouble.

There's no indication that
he's the one who sh*t her.

Who else?

Why would he?

He hooked her on meth,

he used her as a punching bag.

I begged her to stop seeing him.

Look, I'm sure that
you did everything you could.

No.

I was a coward.

I'm her mother.

I should have forced her into detox.

I should have called the police and
had them arrest that little bastard. I...

Uh, going someplace?

I know where he lives.

Look, if he is the one who k*lled Grace,
he could k*ll you, too.

Yeah, not if I get him first.

Okay, bad idea.

Calm down.

Wouldn't you do it?

If you knew who k*lled someone you loved,
wouldn't you do it?

I told the D.A. about Connor.

She called the cops.

So you know he's already been picked up
for questioning by now.

I'll find out what's goin' on.
I'll let you know, okay?

Okay?

She was sh*t with a thirty-eight.

We found one in your apartment.

Every player on the street's
got a thirty-eight.

I didn't sh**t her.

Yeah.

- Then who did?
- I don't know.

I wasn't there.

Ironing accident?

I'm Connor Marshall.
You can't touch me.

What is that supposed to mean?

It's about time you show up.

Where's his lawyer?

He didn't ask for one.

I want to talk to him.

What have you done?

Nothin'.

You gotta get me out of this.

You know what you have to do.

I'm not gonna do jack
'til you get me out of this.

Don't even try it, kid.

This thing hangs over you until
Freddy Paxton is on his way to prison.

He's an informant?

- After that?
- After that, I'm want a walk.

Right now, I want to get
the hell outa here.

We can take care of your problems,

but you're not going anywhere
until I say so.

She was on the other side of the glass
watching the interrogation.

Is that really part of her function?

Nobody's ever figured out how to
keep Jordan on her side of the fence.

This is a problem, Garret.

She's a problem.

You don't even try to control her.

I'm not gonna defend my staff or
my management style to you, so...

Walcott.

Where's Doctor Cavanaugh?

I have no idea.

Find her, pick her up
and bring her to the A-twelve.

What?

Unless you're planning to open it
with your teeth.

Hey, Dad, let me ask you something.

Sure.

That night that you went
after James...

I told you, I don't want us
to talk about that.

I... I mean, what if James is
the one who k*lled Mom?

Let me ask you something.

Have you ever wondered
what your life would be like

if you didn't spend half your time
obsessing about your mother?

This has nothing to do with Mom.
It's about you.

No, it's about you.
What's goin' on?

It... it's about a case.

Nothing to do with me.
Just forget I asked.

I've rethought my need
for revenge, Jordan.

I don't want it anymore.

So you wouldn't do
anything to him?

Didn't say that.

I'd ask him why.

That's all that matters now.

Is it?

Doctor Cavanaugh.

What have you done now?

My office has spent two years
building a case against Freddy Paxton.

Great.

He's a menace.

I hope you bury him.

The linchpin of the case is
Connor Marshall.

Why am I here?

Where is he?

Where is Connor?

How should I know?

You bailed him out.

You'll tell me where he is,
or I'll indict you.

Well, I can see why you're upset,
but that is not my handwriting.

The desk sergeant described you,
your height, your coloring.

The girl's mother.

How would she know
where Connor was?

I told her.

Okay, she's got a right to know
what's going on.

Have you got a match
on the ballistics yet?

Why would the girl's mother
want him out?

She isn't thinking straight right now.

- She needs to...
- She wants to k*ll him, doesn't she?

Maddy?

Ms. Whitford?

Police.

I don't think she's here.

Are you insane?

Well, the vote's still
split on that.

You are inches away
from being arrested.

Some cases just get to you
more than others.

I understand that, but this is
now out of your hands.

Looks to me like she skipped.

Do you know where she is?

I have no idea.

If I did, I would tell you.

Am I free to go?

See if she's taken anything.

- Okay.
- Yeah, hey.

You have serious trust issues.

And is it department policy
for a male officer to frisk a woman.

Trust me, you're not my type.

Hey, okay, okay.

Where are the missing pages?

I don't know.

No, really, really, scout's honor.

Uh, she must have
pulled them out herself.

Look, you can take this out on me,

or we can see
what this book can tell us.

This is the page immediately
after the ripped out section.

Now, some of the writing
from the previous page bled through,

and luckily for us,
it's in blue ink.

So with ultraviolet light,

we can make
the black ink disappear,

leaving us with the blue.

And what does that
do for us, exactly?

Ah.

"Two hundred thousand dollars.

F.P. doesn't need it.

Stealing is so fun."

Idiots.

They ripped off Freddy Paxton.

"C. took cash to Philly.
Flew in, flew back.

Hardly knew he was gone.

Two-four-one-three,

two four one three.
Locked up safe, locked up."

Jeff,

- get on to Philly P.D.
- and have them cover...

- locker two four one three...
- Grab the cash and head west

- Philadelphia International.
- 'til nobody knows our name...

- Yeah, book us on the next flight...
- Connor Marshall's gone to get the cash.

And Mrs. Whitford's gone after him.

Thank you for your help.

You are now off it.

Do you understand?

Absolutely.

One e-ticket to Philly?

- Absolutely.
- Okay.

Boning up on what happens to
drowning victims?

Yeah, uh, who would have thought
there are so many indications?

Oh, yeah.

So...
Uh, Doctor Macy?

Yeah.

Uh, how'd my psych evaluation
turn out?

Is it finished?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, we talked for
like three hours straight.

One session?

Yup.

Believe me, Doctor Stiles
isn't through with you yet.

Hey, Garma.

Hey, Lily.
What's up?

I dunno.

"Tibetan Book of the Dead"?

Ooh.

A little light reading, I see.

Mmm.

Uh, you're a Buddhist, right?

Yeah.

I know this is a long sh*t,
but maybe you can help me.

- Yeah.
- Um,

we've got a body in the morgue,
a Tibetan.

And I was visited today by a monk
who wanted to claim his body.

That's odd.

The body's not a real valued part
of the package in Buddhism.

What was this man's name?

Uh, his name uh,
was Sonam Rabten.

Geshe Rabten is dead.

Yes.
Did you know him?

I heard stories as a kid about him.

What stories?

You see, he was found by the monks,

who believed that he was
the seventeenth incarnation

of a great spiritual leader.

See, the story goes that some French guy
gave him a shortwave radio as a gift.

They say it was listening to the
nineteen fifty-four World Series that did it.

That's when he came
to the United States.

And disappeared.

So he tried to change his destiny.

That's not the way it works.

You are who you are.

Mmm.

Now, got this paper done.

Root canal.
This can't be right.

Got a message
you wanted to see me.

Yeah, Doctor Macy seems to think
that we're not finished.

What made you think we were?

Is this a game?

You tell me.

No, I don't know
what the answer is.

Either yes or no.

Either yes, you're trying to play me,
or no, you're not.

Why did you want
an early evaluation?

I told you already.

Oh, I just love resistance.

Call me when you're really ready.

Philadelphia International Airport

I... ran out of quarters.

Sit down and shut up.

Philadelphia

There, stop.

Connor Marshall, that's him.

That was three hours ago.

Track him.

Can you get the number
off the cab?

No, but I'll enhance the plate
and call the cab company.

Damn.

We have come to ask you once again
to release Geshe Rabten's body.

I've been stalling,

because I really feel your brother
wanted a different life for himself

and he wanted a different death.

When Geshe Rabten d*ed,

he entered into a state
called the first Bardo,

the gap between this life
and the next.

He has a very long journey
before him,

and we wish to ease the transition.

A ritual must be performed.

Chanting, prayer.

We are asking for your assistance
in this matter.

Please, without the body,

we cannot send him
on his journey.

Doctor Winslow.

You were right, Doctor Stiles.

I ran it through my head.
You were right.

I uh...

Yeah, I thought if I could get
a good evaluation from you,

then maybe Doctor Macy would stop
treating me like a leper.

See how easy that was?

Um, so thank you.

I really appreciate it.

Thank you very much.

Good.

So um, have a seat.

Tell me something.
What do you think my job is here?

To make sure that I'm likely to
be a good medical examiner.

And my major concern?

My past drug use.

You're good at this.

Doctor Stiles, there's no way that
I can convince you

that I'm not gonna use again.

So the deck is just
stacked against you, right?

Yeah, a little bit.

I mean, I know that I'm done.
I know it.

You can't know that

until you acknowledge
why you were using in the first place.

I know because
the impetus is gone.

If you know it's gone,
then you know what it was.

Why not just tell me?

Because I don't want to
involve anyone else.

That's over, that's done.

Sounds like you're talking about
a relationship.

That...

You were married, weren't you?

You know, there are some things that
are just nobody else's business,

and if Doctor Macy can't handle that,
I'm sorry.

Well, uh...

They're his next of kin, Lily,

and those papers aren't a valid will.

I... I'm afraid you don't have
a legal leg to stand on here.

A man should be able to live
the life that he chooses

and have his very last wish
respected.

I... I know that the man in that crypt
is John Smith now, not Geshe Rabten.

But how do you break a chain of tradition
that's been around for thousands of years.

And not to mention the laws of
the Commonwealth of Massachusetts.

It's about destiny, Bug.

Wha'?

So you're saying you want to
give them the body?

Oh, I didn't say that.

So then you want to fight these people
and honor the man's dying wish?

Well, I'm not saying that either.

So exactly what are you saying?

I have an idea.

There you go.

Thank you.

So you're sure
you dropped her off here?

Yeah.

Well, did you happen to see
where she went?

Hey, I'm not their nursemaid, lady.

[font color=BFEFFF] Nigel Townsend.

Hey, Nige, it's Jordan.
Uh, you got somethin' for me?

Um, Connor Marshall grew up
in Philadelphia.

Yeah, he moved here
after high school.

He have family here?

A brother, Scott.
He's a mechanic.

You know where his brother works?

Kirby's Brake Shop.

Thanks, Nige.
Kirby's Brake Shop

Know him?

Yeah, he's right over there.

Hi.
I'm with the M.E.'s office.

Have you seen your brother?

Lot of women looking for
Connor today.

Who else?

Didn't tell me her name.

Did you tell her where he is?

I don't know where he is.

Look, if she finds him,
he's gonna end up in the morgue.

He said his girlfriend d*ed.

He needed to leave Boston
to get over it.

Yeah, well, that's one way
to put it.

Where is he?

This is life or death, Scott.

He's at my apartment.

What, y'mean,
is that woman gonna k*ll him?

I... I mean,
I didn't tell her anything.

Your apartment listed
in the phone book?

Yeah.

Oh, uh, look, it's uh, Fourteen twenty-two
West Olive, um, number two C.

Okay.

Why did you do it, Connor?

Why did you do it?
Why did you take her from me?

Well, you can't get away.

Make her stop!

Get out of my way!

Maddy, Maddy.

- Move!
- Look, stop it, Maddy.

This won't fix a damn thing!

He k*lled my baby!

You lost her, Maddy.

Yeah, you had your chance
and you blew it.

No, what you told me.

You... you were a coward.

You didn't even have the guts
to step in and save her.

What gives you the right
to do anything now?

Ma'am, you have right
to remain silent.

Doing that did not feel good.

No, I don't suppose it did.

What'll they do to her?

Wouldn't surprise me if they conclude
she acted in self-defense.

On what grounds?

Professional courtesy.

Uh, the unit's right over here.

Need a ride?

Still gonna let him
walk on the m*rder?

That was never an option.

What then?

Whatever I can work out.

Probably voluntary manslaughter.

I don't know how you look at yourself
in the mirror.

Connor Marshall can give me
Freddy Paxton.

How many more Grace Whitfords
do you want?

Think I'll take a cab.

Hello, Alison.

Peter.

How are you?
No. No, that is...

Nothing...
That's not it at all.

I'm just calling to see
how you are.

Why don't you just listen to me
for a second? God!

Alison, doesn't it bother you
that we ended this way?

I mean, we were mar...

Sorry, I... I should probably look
before I have a tantrum.

That might be a good idea.

Thanks for not throwing
the coffee machine.

You want some?

Yeah, sure.

Look, you're not gonna try to
dredge up my insides, too, are you?

Doctor Stiles is
just doing his job.

So,

who were you talking to, Peter?

Can we just talk about
something else?

Absolutely, no problem.

Why'd you rip the phone
out of the wall?

You people are very persistent.

Can I come in?

What for?
You didn't finish?

Got more to say about
what a loser I am?

I just wanted to see
how you're doin'.

I couldn't be better.
Thanks for asking.

Look, I... I would have said anything
to get you to drop that g*n.

You know, I talked to the police.

You know why that boy
k*lled my Grace?

Because he didn't want to
share the money.

I'm sorry.

Me, too.

Sorry I didn't k*ll him
when I had the chance.

And then what?

Lose a daughter and get locked up
for twenty to life?

What makes any of this
your business?

What, do you just care
deeply about strangers,

or you just want to
fix everything for everybody?

I just wanted to help.

Oh, well, poor you.

He's supposed to
meet us here at ten.

This has gotta be
against the law, right?

Mmm, I imagine.

Yeah.

You know, I was thinkin'

about the other day when you were
so upset in your office.

Yeah, I get that way sometimes.

It's just... you take things
so personally.

I know.

It's one of the things
I admire most about you.

It has its price.

I don't know how I got here.

But is this what I'm meant to do
with the rest of my life?

Maybe it's best not to ask.

Oh, I know.

That's just it, I know it is.

You're not what you do, Lily.

You're who are, and you are...

I mean, you're wonderful.

I can only hit the lights
for a couple of minutes.

Okay.

It's okay.

It's all we need.

You went to Philly and didn't eat
any cheese steak?

There wasn't really any time.

Eh, let me ask you something.

Do you have to?

It's probably something
I don't want to talk about.

I mean, it usually is.

Then we both get frustrated and
then the cops come to take you away.

I was just gonna ask you
if you have time for a game of pool.

No, you weren't.

Well, you'll never really know.