05x04 - Judgement Day

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Garret Macy depressed?

Gee, how do you tell?

Lily, he's been depressed
his whole life.

No, it's different.

It's deeper.
Something's wrong.

I... I think he needs us to...

Jordan.

Good. We got a sh**ting
at the courthouse.

One fatality.

Bug, a guy decided to drop dead
on a bus from Upstate New York.

He's in Trace and he's yours.

Garret.

Morning.

Morning.

Woody's at the scene,
coordinate with him.

You go to the courthouse,

I got bus boy.

She and Woody
ever gonna work it out?

Hey, whose boxes are these?

Uh,

Lily Lebowski.

Excuse me?

You know who this is?

I'm more interested in
who you are.

William Fallon.

You or him?

Him.

Undertaken in Braxton, New York.

Got caught selling body parts.

Big scandal,
maybe you read about it.

Plead to a misdemeanor,

did months
in the Benford County Jail.

Got out yesterday.

Look at these tattoos,
are they great or what?

Guy's a freak show, am I right?
Live without DEATH

Excuse me, who are you?

J.D. Pollack, Boston Monitor.

Who are you?

Doesn't the Monitor usually
stick to two-headed aliens?

We do stories
that make people squirm.

Our readers love that.

See, our angle on this one
is gonna be.

"Where did Aunt Sally's leg
end up?"

"Where are Grandpa's eyeballs?"

These questions
have never been answered.

Discerning readers want to know.

Oh!

You could've just asked me
to delete the photos.

Would you have?

No.

There's a pay phone in the lobby.

Hey, catalog those tattos for me,
will you?

Make sure Mr. Pollack finds
his way all the way out.

I'll come back this afternoon.

Big turnout.

Bastard got away.

Half the force is on his ass.

Judge Patterson's wife.

Dropped her husband
off at work, and bam.

Was she the target?

sh**t's a r*pist
named John Bailey.

Paroled last week.

Patterson was the judge
in his trial.

You know what
I'm getting sick of, Bug?

People who do crimes

and then blame everybod else
when they get caught.

Hoyt!

They cornered Bailey
in a house on Pine Street.

Pete. Pete!

Come on out, Bailey.

We don't want anybody else
to get hurt including you.

Captain, any hostages?

Don't sh**t!
Don't sh**t!

Stand down.

Run! Run!

Hold your fire, hold your fire!

Come here, come here.

Hoyt, you okay?

Yeah, we're all good.

He's moved to the other window.
Take him out.

You k*lled him!

Are you okay?

Oh!

You okay?

My husband!

Suit and tie.

You sh*t my husband.

Where's Bailey?

Search the house.

Ma'am, where's Bailey?

Ma'am, do you know
where the gunman is?

He left.

Did he say anything to you
that might help us find him?

Haven't you already
done enough?

What?

Leave my brother alone.

Please.

Your brother?

John Bailey's your brother?

He went over the back fence.

Get moving!

Tell me where he is.

I'm not telling you anything.
You'll k*ll him too.

If you helped him get away,

so help me,
I'm gonna charge you.

Do you understand me?

Do you hear me!

Woody!

What are you doing?
There are children right there!

You do your job!

Cavitary lesion.

No one should die from
tuberculosis anymore.

Who is that?

The guy who dropped dead
on the bus.

He gets out of jail in New York,
heads to Massachusetts,

and an hour later,
he's dead from TB?

How'd that happen?

Everybody who's been exposed
has to be tested, including you.

And everyone in
the Benford County Jail.

And on the way from New York
to Massachusetts and...

All right.
I'm on it, I'm on it.

Nigel!

- Yeah?
- Where've you been?

Outside.

Hey, took me forever
to get rid of that guy.

You can't shut him up,
you know what I mean?

He doesn't hear
anything that you say.

Nigel,

find out who's responsible for health care
in the Benford County Jail, New York.

- Okay.
- Okay. I already did.

It's contracted out to a private
company, Overgard Health Services.

But look at the size of this lesion.

Poor guy was sick for months.

Coughing, gasping for breath.
They had to know he had TB.

TB?

Yeah, and they just released him
to infect others.

No treatment, no quarantine.
No warning.

Like I said, I'm on it.

I'm going to the jail to make sure
they're not sitting on an epidemic.

All right, go.

Can I come along?
I love a field trip.

Tell everybody here they have
to get tested for TB.

Okay.

Hey, we've all gotta
get tested for TB.

What is with all these boxes?

My mom's stuff.

My worthless brother was
supposed to go through it.

He promised.

Why do I think his promise
would mean anything this time?

Never has before.

All gotta get tested for TB.

What is this?

What the hell is this?

"When Dr. Macy told me how he knew
that Mom wasn't our real mother,

I didn't feel like going through
her stuff anymore."

Wasn't our real mother?

Your borhter called me
two months ago.

He found adoption papers
for the two of you.

What?

What are...

Why... why did he call YOU?

He wanted me to tell you.

Then why didn't you?

I told him he should do it.
I assumed he did.

Did you assume that
that would be the end of it?

Oh, I'm sorry, Dr. Macy.
But there's somebody here.

The wife of the man who was
k*lled in the police sh**t.

You wanted me to take...

Uh, this means what?

This authorizes us to release your
husband's body to Fisher and Sons.

Why did they have to sh**t him?

Mommy?

If they find my brother,
they'll probably k*ll him too.

If you know where he is,

you could tell his lawyer,
whou can negotiate his surrender.

I have no idea where he is.

I wish I did.

I don't know what I'm gonna do.

I have to raise my children alone.

I know that this really
isn't gonna help, but...

Mrs. Holloman.

I need to ask you once again,

will you tell me where
your brother is?

I can't tell you
what I don't know.

In that case, this is a warrant
for your arrest as a material witness.

Please stand.

Woody, what are you doing?

What?

You're entitled to a hearing,

but good luck finding a judge
who will let you out.

My kids.
What about my kids?

What... what are you doing?

The children! What...

I notifed Social Services.
They're on their way.

Social Services?
They just lost their father!

What is wrong with you?

Two people dead, more in danger.

We use what we got.

It's okay. It's okay.

Inmate health care is
not our reasponsiblity.
Benford County Jail, NY

It's handled by
a private company.

Oh, so that takes
the onus off you.

People die
and it's not your fault.

See the infirmary sign?

The nurse will tell you
what you want to know.

Hey.

Hey, pal.
Pally.

I think we made a real connection
this morning, didn't we, eh?

I think you and I were
at different parties, pal.

Did you follow us here?

No, no, but when I saw your van,
I did say that I was with you.

So, uh, thanks for
getting me in here.

Even if you didn't mean to.

Now, I came to talk to
tattooed boy's partner in crime.

He's still got a couple months
left on his sentence here.

So if you could just get me into
the cellblock where he is...

What is wrong with you?

Hey, this isn't your bailiwick.

Can't throw me out of here.

Did this guy say he was with us?

Because I have never seen him
before in my life.

Oh, don't listen to here.

She's a... she's a prankster.

You ever need a favor,
don't come to me.

Good god.

How long has it been since
that bandage was changed?

You're a doctor?

Yeah.

Nigel,

uh, we need some surgical gauze,
antiseptic, whatever they got.

Uh,

two bottles of aspirin.

Expired.

Six Band-Aids.

And a filthy, disgusting
roll of gauze.

What happened?

I got shanked.

When?

Four days ago.

What's your name?

Ron Pascoe, P-A-S-C-O-E, Pascoe.

Son of a bitch.

Oh, man.

I'm sorry, man,
I didn't mean to scare you.

Hey, Nigel, uh,

could you get somebody?

And pass me that basin too
before you go?

I'm gonna have to turn you
on your left side.

Sorry, I know that hurts, man.

Yes, it hurts.

So what are you in for?

I can't seem to learn that other
people's stuff don't belong to me.

How bad is it, Doc?

Not great.

Can I hang on for two days?

Why two days?

Release date.

My release date's on Thursday.

I'll see to it that
you make it to Thursday.

Hey.
Where are the antibiotics?

I'm not supposed to use them unless
a doctor gives me written permission.

Get them now. Nigel.

We're redressing the wound.

I have to account for
everything that's used here.

That's fine.

Nigel.

If I could find somebody
interested in this place,

would you mind going public?

I'm a talker.

Okay, so if you can get
anybody to listen,

Doc, I'll be there.

This man belongs in a hospital.

I'll have to ask you
to leave, Dr. Cavanaugh.

I'm not going anywhere until
you call an ambulance

and transport Mr. Pascoe here.

Oh, I think you are.

Where's your brother?

I don't know.

Where are my children?

This morning you said you weren't
willing to tell me anything about him.

You'd just sh*t my husband.

I don't remember what I said.

After your brother was paroled,
did he go straight to your house?

We've been through this.

Where'd he get the weapons?

I don't know.

I didn't know he had them.

Where are his friends?

I don't know.

Who else besides Judge Patterson
did your brother blame for his conviction?

I don't know!

Woody.

What are you gonna do to her?

Where are my children?

They're with your mother-in-law.

Woody.

You're out of control.

You just don't get it.

John Bailey may be gunning for everyone
who has anything to do with his case.

That's a lot of people in jeopardy.

She doesn't know where he is.

How do you know? Huh?

You got a problem, why don't you talk
to the judge who signed the warrant

or the ADA who drew up
the application!

Yes, I know who you are,
Dr. Cavanaugh.
Overgard Health Services, Albany, NY

We heard about your dramatic descent
in our Benford infirmary yesterday.

Then you heard that it's filthy?

That there are
no supplies, no doctors.

You heard about Ron Pascoe?

Overgard will be happy to
address your concerns.

There are channels.

Call my assistant.

I'm sorry you wasted a trip.

He can't stay in there forever.

Jordan!

Hey!

Ron Pascoe is gonna die if
you don't get him to a hospital.

Look.

Contractually, the executives
of this company

are not allowed to interfere with
the medical decisions of our infirmaries.

What medical?

There's nobody there
but a -years-old nurse.

Get this man
to an emergency room.

Overgard is not accountable to
the Massachusetts M.E.'s office.

You are in New York, Doctor.

Look, we still
have jurisdiction here.

Jack, get Security.

If Ron Pascoe dies,

I'm holding
your company accountable.

Shall we?

JEFFREY BRANDAU

- Jeffrey Brandau?
- Oh!

Don't ever do...

Don't ever do that again.

I'm two beta blockers away
from a massive coronary here.

Now, you're the new temp,
you go check in with Personnel.

It's room .

You applied for this warrant?

- And?
- It's wrong.

Marcie Holloman doesn't know
where her brother is.

I guess not the new temp.
Who are you?

Her husband has just been k*lled,
her children have just

been ripped away from her,
and that's not enough...

she's got to be blamed for
what her brother did?

Okay, that's it.

Who are you?

Lily Lebowski,
I work at the M.E.'s office.

As what, the resident pit bull?

Can you get
this warrant rescinded?

Can you get out of my face?

Can you answer my question?

First, that warrant is not
going to be rescinded.

And second, unless you are
a friend or a relative of that woman...

I met her this morning.

That's it?

Then what are you
so angry about?

We're holding her until
she helps us find her brother.

If you want to help her,
you persuade her to cooperate.

- But...
- Yeah, I'd love to stay and chat all day,

but we have very short life
expectancies in my family,

and I want to finish the case
I'm on before I die.

I got a call from the legal department
of Overgard Health Services.

They want me
to put you on a leash.

What did the Attorney
General's office say?

That they'll look into it.

Dr. Macy,

this place is appalling.

It's horrendous.
Unconscionable.

That inmate that I told you about...
he needs to be hospitalized now.

So you hold me. I passed it
on to the New York authorities,

they said they'd take care of it.

You two need to take
your TB tests now.

You're not really gonna put me
on that leash, are you?

You'd just chew through it.

Hey, Pollack!

Your rag told me
where to find you.

Calling it a rag
isn't the best opening.

What do you want?

Come for that favor
I told you not to ask for?

I checked you out.

Ten years ago you were
a hot investigative reporter

till you cut
one too many corners.

Well, sometimes that's the only way
to get at the truth.

Oh, truth turns you on,
have I got a story for you.

Uh, well, you're gonna have to
top a meth head on trial

for putting his girlfriend's parrot
in the microwave

'cause he thought the bird was
planting spyware in his eyeballs.

How about inmates dying from
deliberate medical negligence?

Gotta tell you, Cavanaugh,

prison health care
doesn't sell newspapers.

Nobody gives a damn.

Help me expose
Overgard Health Services,

and you can have these.

Let me guess.
You tried the real papers,

and they weren't interested, either.

You know why?

Because % of readers think
inmates deserve whatever they get.

So it's okay that every convict
is serving a potential death sentence?

Who are you, Crusader Rabbit?

Look,

you feel this bad?

Well, I can only afford
to feel this bad.

And this is
how much the public cares.

I've got an inmate
who's willing to speak publicly.

You're talking about
a convoluted three-parter.

Nobody's gonna read that.

This is what you used to be.

This is who you're content
to be now.

What's it to you if criminals
don't get top-of-the-line doctors?

I mean, what's your angle here?

Thanks for your time.

Go back to your
"Microwaving meth addict."

If I do what you want,
I can use these, yeah?

It's a shell game.

Start an offical investigation into
how they run their business, and bam...

The corporation changes its name,

reorganizes its structure,

and nobody's liable.

So the people bidding
on the new contract

are the same ones
who just got fired from the old one.

Yeah.

You know, Overgard has doctors
to cover facilities in states.

of them have been reprimanded
by their medical boards.

See, we've got all the information.

All you need to do is write it.

Boring.

It's not sexy, it's not fun.

Okay, so what would
make it more...

fun?

Anecdotes, quotes, horror stories.

Give me the name of that inmates
of yours who's willing to talk.

I don't want to get him in
more trouble than he's already in.

You want me to write from inside
the belly of the beast,

then you gotta give me something
I can work with.

You can't print his name.

I can't
if I don't do the story.

Lily.

Lily, could you
come in here, please?

Have you talked to your brother?

No.

Well, do you want to
finish our conversation?

No.

Do you want to know how
we knew your mother

wasn't who you thought she was?

No.

Okay.

Who was that woman?

A lawyer.

She handles pro bono work
for O'Hanlon and Sullivan.

She's trying to
help Marcie Holloman.

The woman
Woody dragged out of here?

There's a hearing
tomorrow afternoon.

And your contacted the attorney?

Yes.

Don't you think you're projecting
your own issues onto your work?

You're qualified
to give this lecture?

I've turned the Holloman house
inside out and upside down,

and this is what I got.

Yeah, what is it?

You're gonna tell me.

I found them in the lint trap
to their dryer.

You think that's gonna
lead you to John Bailey?

It's all I got.
Can you figure out what it is?

Maybe.

I'd have to give her a spin
in the document humidifier,

- When you say "spin"...
- Up to ten hours,

depending on how damaged
the paper is.

Ten hours?
I need this thing now.

My best offer.
Take it or leave it.

I'll take it.

Where you going?

Home.

No.

Yes.

This is important.

By : , the paper will be
ready for the next step.

I will be here by : .

[font color=D EFB ]Boston Monitor:
Undertaker taken under

Ahem.

Though, I, uh,

hesitate to show this to you...

If that's not bad enough,

there's more.

As you can see, he's ID'd
Ronald Pascoe as a snitch.

That lying, slimy son of a bitch.

What the hell is this?

Who gave them that picture?

They were barely treating
Pascoe before.

And now after reading this,

they're just gonna leave him
to die in some corner.

I'll be out there somewhere
finding and k*lling J.D. Pollack.

Come with me now.

Okay, thanks.

Your inmate was moved to
a hospital last night,

per the Attorney General's office.

Great, thanks.

Wait a minute.
Get back here.

Tell me what's going on.

Suddenly you're interested?

What's that supposed to mean?

A leech has attached itself to us

and is sucking our lifeblood.

Compile a list of prisoners
who've d*ed under Overgard's care.

Get autopsy reports on them,
medical records if they're available.

Look for a pattern of neglect.

If you find it, come to me.

I'll turn it over
to the proper authorities.

I got : .

You're running fast.

Says who?

Lying sack...

Who?

A reporter.

Hey.

Hey.

What can I do to help you?

I'll dig out names of inmates
who d*ed in custody.

You pull up their autopsy reports from
the New York medical examiner's office.

When you got the names, lemme know.

Okay.

Woody.

What am I looking at?

An invisible electrostatic image
of indented printing.

Very funny.

The ink may wash away, but...

the indentations remain.

It's a receipt from a tire store.

And that's for a Civic.

The Hollomans have a Taurus.

Hey, Jackson, this is Hoyt.

Yeah, somebody paid cash
for a tire to be repaired at...

Riley's Tires on Sycamore
two days ago at : p.m.

It was a Civic.

Now, I want the name of
whoever owns that car.

Pass the word.
John Bailey may be using it.

I'm sorry.

Could I see you for a minute?

I've done some digging.

Do you want to know
who your biological mother was?

Yes.

You don't seem sure, and I don't
want to do the wrong thing here.

Just tell me.

The woman you knew
as your mother had a sister...

No, she didn't.

Who was institutionalized
when she was .

I have an...

an aunto who is my real mother?

She couldn't take care of
you and Andy,

so her sister, your mom, adopted
the two of you when you were babies.

Why didn't she tell us this?

That would've explained so much.

I always...

felt like I was a burden to her.

Now I know why...

she got stuck with me,
with us.

Did she ever say that?

No, but...

Lily, whatever else...

she never threw it in your face.

Even when you were ready to
k*ll each other,

she never said,
"you're not my daughter", did she?

No.

I'd say she was
your real mother.

Car's registered to a Maureen Smith.

She reported it stolen
a week ago tomorrow.

Same day John Bailey showed up
at this sister's house, isn't it?

Yep.

So

he gets out of Walpole,

makes his way to Boston...

steals a car
and starts k*lling people.

Patrol unit found it
half an hour ago.

Let me see your baton.

Elevated levels of
glucose and ketone.

So he would've complained of
nausea, fatigue, hunger...

Slipped into diabetic coma, and d*ed.

Heh. Ooh.

How are we ever gonna
prove any of this?

We keep going.

Next?

Okay.

Brandon Miller, .

Place of death, Canville Prison,

cause of death...

exanguination?

Oh, my God, look at this.

Somebody hit him so hard
it broke a rib and

lacerated his right lung.

Now, if that doesn't get you
a ticket to a hospital, what does?

No indication he was
even given a pinkiller.

I, uh, went through
channels this time.

Do you have any idea
how close to death you are?

Well, this would be
the place for it.

You named Ron Pascoe.

You printed that he was
willing to talk about them.

Yeah, my "rag" wouldn't
publish it without the name.

For God's sake, Pollack,

do you have
any sense of conscience?

He's at their mercy!

Well, he's not,

uh, not anymore.

See, that's what
I came to tell you...

He's dead.

He d*ed about an hour ago.

I told you not to print his name.

That had nothing to do with it.

He was already in the hospital
when the story broke.

It was just that
we was already to far gone.

Wait a minute.

Who is this?

This is the leech
who is sucking our lifeblood.

Ron Pascoe's dead.

I should've gotten him
out of there.

It's not your fault, Jordan.
Don't b*at yourself up.

This picture will be
posted at reception.

You won't be allowed back in.

Government facility,
not your private property.

Same dance, different day.

You wanna lead or shall I?

Go back to the jail and
document the conditions.

I'll get somebody from the New York
Attorney General's office

to meet you there, all right?

Thanks, Garret.

Since Mrs. Holloman's brother's
gunning for a judge,

chances are this isn't
going to work.

I appreciate your trying.

For what it's worth,
I'm with you.

I don't think she knows
where her brother is.

Annette,

this is a complete waste of time.

You got her to stick her nose
in this, didn't you?

If I could figure out a way
to make it stick,

I'd charge you
with obstruction of justice.

Please.

Hey, save that soda can.
We'll run it for prints.

Try and tie Bailey to the car.

I don't think
we'll need those prints.

Judge Patterson, Melanie Emerson...
that was the victim.

Jack Robbins,
he prosecuted the case.

Are they all being guarded?

Yeah.

And Judge Nancy Wright.

Two judges?

Two trials.

The first one, Judge Wright
presided over. Hung jury.

We are three blocks
from the courthouse.

Is she being guarded?

Obviously not, huh?

Mr. Brandau, do you have any evidence that
Mrs. Holloman know where her brother is?

In Detective Hoyt's statement,
Your Honor, it's page two,

Mrs. Holloman says to him,
"I'm not telling you anything."

That means that she could
but she won't.

Now, I don't, uh...

The hearing is adjourned.

The prisoner will remain
in custody.

Everybody else should
exit the building.

What happened?

I have no idea.

I don't know,
but I don't like it.

Come on,
I'll see you to your cars.

I'm parked around back.

Your're bleeding.

Ugh!
Of course I am...

All right, sit down and I'll...

Okay.

Take off your jacket, um...

Sit.

Captain. Captain.

Bastard sh*t his way in.

Take four unis,
check the west hallway.

Judge Wright?

Safe. Get going.

Oh. Come on.

Sit!

Hands where I can see 'em.

Be still.

I got a list,
you're not on it.

Don't make me k*ll you.

He has a medical condition.

Yeah, well then
he shouldn't aggravate it.

Over here.

I want someone in there.

Is there anything that
we could do to help you?

You can shut up.

Anybody in there?

Anybody in there?

Bailey, come out
or we're coming in!

Stay out! Stay out!

Lily.

Is this the only door in there?

There's one on the other side.

Get it covered.

Bailey!

Bailey!

How many people
do you have in there?

Two!

You come in here,
they go first!

Captain.

Captain, it's Hoyt.

Bailey's taken hostages.

We've got a siege.

[font color=D EFB ]Benford County Jail, NY

We have gone
after Overgard before,

but we couldn't make it stick.

Try harder.

I'll be damned.

Let her go, Bailey.

When I get something in return.

Mr. Bailey.

Mr. Bailey?

What is it that
you want to happen?

They pay for
what they did to me.

You know, there are legal remedies
that we could...

What did they do to you?

Eight years of my life.

You didn't commit the crime
that they sent you away for?

My wife divorced me.

I haven't seen my kids
in eight years.

I... I don't even know
where they are.

We could help you find them.

How many kids?

Two boys and a girl.

How old are they?

When I saw them last?

Two, uh, four and seven.

I guess Bobby's what, in, uh,

in high school now.
Yeah.

What do you want for them?

I want to be there for them.

Well, that's about YOU.

What is it that
you want for THEM?

I want them to be happy.

I want them
to have a good life.

So I guess I gotta stay
the hell away from them.

That might not be how they feel...

Well, they don't get a vote.

This is hopeless,

isn't it?

Right?

There's no way out.

No, there's really not.

It'd be best...
to stop it now.

Stand up.

Just her.

Tell them that
you're opening the door.

Stand between me and them.

So you know...

I didn't commit that r*pe.

The cops decided
I was good for it,

the D.A. went along,

and my lawyer was a moron.

Woody?

Right here!

I'm gonna open the door now.

Mr. Bailey is ready to cooperate.
Don't storm in.

Hey.

Thank you.

Feels good to
have made the decision.

Bailey.

Bailey, I'm gonna need you
to drop that g*n.

I know.

You're not drinking your coffee.

How's your arm?

It hurts.

You... you, uh, you did good.

So did you.

You saved my life.

Yeah, maybe.

I don't know
what came over me. I...

I sort of have to watch
what I do.

You guys okay?

Sorry to keep you waiting.

Statements, right in here.

What about you, Woody?

Are you okay?

I took down a k*ller.

I'm fine.

Garret?

Hey.

You okay?

Oh, huh. Yeah.

You look a little shaky.

So I talked to Woody.

He said you'd make a pretty
good hostage negotiator.

What you said about my mom...

When I opened Andy's letter,
it was like...

if I don't know who she was...

then who am I?

You gave her back to me.

Thank you.

No Admittance

Oh, shall I?

Is there something wrong in there?

Do you just not hear
what other people say?

All right, then.
If you've got it under control.

I've got thick skin,

but I've had enought
of your insults.

and I didn't come here
to joust with you.

Read this.

And then deide if you still
want to rip out my liver.

It's good, isn't it?

You know, Flank,
that online magazine?

They're posting it
tomorrow afternoon.

Overgard Health Services
Albany, NY

Okay, wait here.

I mean it.

Oh, my God.

There's something poetic
about ending this here.

The State Attorney General's
reopening the investigation.

Next time, I'll go
through channels.

Friends?

I doubt it.

Well, you owe me one.

Yeah. Okay.
I owe you one.