05x05 - Enlightenment

[bunniefuu]

Oh!

Pollack! You wake me up
at the cr*ck of dawn.

And then you scare
the crap out of me.

This better be good.

You owe me a favor.
I need your expertise.

My expertise is dead people.

Exactly.

Got a message on my voicemail
last night.

Woman named Skye.

Said she had a story,
that lives were in danger.

I was gonna meet her
here at : .

What are you doing?

What you should have done,
calling this in.

After you tell me...

Is this su1c1de or m*rder?

That's the favor?

Yeah, she's a whack job
looking for attention,

or somebody got to her
before I did.

One's a story.
The other isn't.

Well, either way,
I could lose my job.

Oh, like I did?

Yeah, that's right, Cavanaugh.
You got me fired.

I'm now freelancing for
whatever crumbs I can pick up.

You do this, we're even.

The manager got complaints
about the TV being too loud

and let himself in.

Where are his parents?

Woman who rented the room
paid cash.

Manager hasn't seen her since.

No apparent external wounds.

Pretechial hemorrhaging.

Broken blood vessels on his nose.

Both signs of asphyxiation.

What's that?

A phone number.

Hey, this is Hoyt.

I need you to patch me
through to a number,

but I want you to trace
the call, okay?

Rigor's not quite set.

The time of death couldn't
have been before : a.m.

Here, you sound
more like a woman.

Hello?

Jordan?

Woody?

What's going on here?

An apparent su1c1de.

Who's this?

Johnny Pollack.

I found the body.

You decided to call the M.E.'s office
before you call the cops?

He's a reporter.
He had an interview with the victim.

About what?

I don't know.

Let's not be cute here!

You guys, let's just
focus on what we know!

Okay, these two deaths
are connected.

Well, if you ask me,
mom smothers son,

then sh**t herself.

Where was the son found?

No comment.

Uh, Bayside Motel, Room ?

You palmed evidence?

Yeah, it must have
leapt into my pocket.

Next time...

get you story straight.

Trust me, there will not
be a next time.

Ohh!

Nice move, jackass.

Ho, ho, ho, ho!

You trying to piss me off?

That's my spot!

Yo! That's my spot!

Turn your radio down.

Maybe I could hear
what you're saying.

That is my spot!

B.P.D. Detective?

Reserved for B.P.D. Detectives.

Hoyt.

Yeah, that's me.
That's my spot.

Intolerant to people's mistakes.

Intolerant of people's rudeness!

I don't see your name
on the sign.

Informal understanding among
detectives whose space that is.

I'm Dr. Lu Simmons.
I'm the new department psychologist.

You have a fitness for duty
assessment today in my office.

Yes, standard procedure for a cop
involved in a sh**ting,

even a righteous take down
that earned me a commendation.

And a black-and-white
view of the world.

Well, it looks like we're gonna
have a few things to talk about.

I'll see you at noon.

Hey, is this Kevin Carter?

Mmm-hmm.
Swerved to avoid a squirrel,

rammed into a tree instead.

Nature has a cruel
sense of humor.

Ugh. His wife was
in the car with him.

She was lucky, walked away
with a few scratches.

She's on her way over.

Well, he's a sign-out.

All I need to test for is whether or not
he was under the influence.

Wow, the Kiss Farewell
Tour of .

That tour rocked.

Much better than the farewell
tours of ' and ' . / Just...

pack up his effects, Nigel.

All right.

Wow.

Bug,

so we can ship him any time?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

Oh, excuse me,

I'm Kevin Carter's wife.

He was brought here.
We were in an accident.

Mrs. Carter, I'm Lily Lebowski.

I'm the morgue's grief counselor.

I am so sorry for your loss.

Why don't we go to my office?
We could talk...

I don't want to talk.

I want his sperm.

Care to explain why you
worked a crime scene this morning

before calling the police?

Temporary insanity.
It won't happen again.

Mmm-hmm.

God, a mother k*lling
her own child.

We don't know that yet.

Suit up, and I'll meet you
back in Trace.

Yeah.

Hey, whoa.

Jeez!

Isn't your mug sh*t posted
at reception as a "do not admit"?

Is it?

Look, I returned your favor
and got bit in the ass, so...

That's why I've come
bearing gifts.

Skye Rohan is
the ex-wife of Eli Graham.

He runs a touchy-feely
retreat in Bradford.

Charges big bucks to
"unlock your human potential."

Yeah, for those of us
who have any!

They had two kids,

our m*rder victim Leroy
and his younger brother Michael.

You palmed this too?

They divorced two years ago.

Graham got full custody.

Skye was a drug addict.

She got out of rehab
two weeks ago.

Swore she'd get the kids back.

- Custody battle.
- Yeah. Not riveting.

So, uh, I was thinking...

Since there's no story
here after all,

maybe we could go back to
"You owe me one."

A deal is a deal.

We're even.
We're done.

What's paperboy doing here?

So you run the morgue too,
do you?

Skye Rohan's autopsy report.
What's the hold-up?

What's the rush?

Woman kills kid,
then kills herself.

End of story, open and shut.

But I can't close it
until I get the paperwork.

Usually I like to do the autopsy
before I do the report.

You want to know why
this whacko k*lled her son?

He's gonna tell us
the tale about

the addict mum
and custody battle.

You know,
the one I just told you.

I think I'll deal with
Dr. Macy on this one.

We can retrieve viable sperm
up to hours after death.

'Cause Kevin really
wanted a family.

He even picked out names.

Kevin, Jr. if it was a boy.

And Beth for a girl.

It was our favorite Kiss song.

What was holding you back?

Oh, I... I wanted to wait
till we were more settled.

But Kevin said it didn't matter.

He just wanted to have a child.

Please help me do this for him.

You'll need to sign a consent form.

Thank you.

[font color=D EFB ]Sanctuary[/font]

Can you sign in, please?

Yeah.

What's with all the security?

Like most visionaries, Eli Graham
has his share of detractors.

That why he has a lawyer
on the payroll?

Eli doesn't pay me.

He saved my marriage.

My wife and I,
we spend our free time here

trying to help him,
help others.

So is Mr. Graham
like a therapist?

He's more of a life coach.

Ah, he's the man
with all the answers.

More like he's got
the right questions.

Had your ex-wife
threatend su1c1de before?

To my knowledge, no.

But up until last week,

I hadn't seen her
for close to a year.

She's been in rehab.

She ever thr*aten your sons?

Oh, no, no.

Skye loved our boys,

and they loved her.

The truth is she was a great mom
until she got into dr*gs.

So tell me
what happend Saturday.

Well, she wanted to take
the boys overnight.

And we had been planning on
getting back together.

And she wanted to explain things
to them in her own way.

But your other son didn't go.

Why?

Michael, um,
he wasn't feeling well.

Considering everything
we had put him through,

I didn't want to force him.

So you felt Skye was
clean, sober, responsible?

The basis of my work, detective,
is people can change.

Skye started taking responsibility
for her actions, and...

that gave me hope.

What time did she
pick the boy up?

They came around : .

They?

Uh, Skye's older sister
was with her. Dawn.

I gotta say, Mr. Graham,

you seem to be taking
everything in stride.

It's unfair to judge
my grief, Detective.

Like I tell my clients,

your body won't take you where
your mind and heart haven't seen.

Okay, well, I'm real
sorry for your loss.

If I need anything else,
I'll be in touch.

OKay. In that case,
contact my attorney.

No, you will not find out
and let me know.

You will find out right now
in my presence who did this.

Bug!

This is Dr. Vijay, the M.E. who
processed your husband's body.

This is Kevin Carter's wife.

The... the man who d*ed
in the car accident?

That's right.

Mrs. Carter?

Yes, Bug. Imagine our surprise to find
his body had been violated.

His testicles were cut off.

And his won't be the only ones,

unless one of you tells me
what's going on.

A woman came in caliming
to be Mrs. Carter.

And she was in the accident
with your husband,

so I just assumed that...

You gave my husband's sperm
to his mistress.

- I am so sorry, I didn't...
- Where is the material now?

I sent it to the cryobank.

You know, but the good news is
your husband's sperm is viable.

I don't want it.

But if you think I'm gonna
let you give it to that woman...

We'll get it back.

You certainly will!

- Macy, I swear...
- Get it back.

Now.

Detective Hoyt!
Detective Hoyt!

Dr. Simmons.

Ah.

You do own a watch.

Yeah, my bad for missing
our little appointment today.

It wasn't optional, Detective.

Lady, listen up.

You and I both know this
assessment is a load of crap.

Something to appease
those bleeding hearts

who think cops should be carrying
teddy bears instead of g*ns.

Nobody with a hair-trigger temper
should carry a g*n.

Point taken.

So you know I've had to sh**t
three people in my career,

and in every case,
I was in imminent danger.

And you understand that

the department has a legitimate
interest in your emotional state?

I do.

I've rescheduled you
for : this afternoon.

You blow it off again,
tomorrow morning,

you're gonna be on desk duty.

Hope your day is going
better than mine.

Does yours involve
illegally procured sperm?

You win.
You got that report ready for me?

I think your report
just got more complicated.

Why is that?

Leroy's cerebral spinal fluid.

It's a reliable indicator
of time of death.

This boy d*ed at or
close to : a.m.

Doesn't make any sense.

Jordan said the mom
sh*t herself at : a.m.

Yeah, two hours before
her son was k*lled.

Skye Rohan didn't k*ll her son.

She didn't k*ll herself, either.

What?

No g*nsh*t residue
on her hand.

Then she didn't fire that g*n.

So much for open and shut.

Reporting at : as orderd.

Come in.

Hey.

Detective Simmons?

Guess I got my foot
in my mouth.

Sorry I jumped to
conclusions this morning.

You had a tantrum
about a parking space.

You prefer this
over case work?

I do both.

You travel light. Not planning on
staying with us too long?

The more you stall...

the longer this is gonna take.

Okay.

My mom d*ed when I was four,

my dad was k*lled
in the line of duty.

My brother is
a complete and total loser,

and I believe that people should
be responsible for their own actions.

When you say people,
does that include you?

Two months ago, you broke protocol
to go after a suspect by yourself,

even though you were
confined to desk duty.

Were you responsible
for that action?

Yes, and I was wrong
to do that.

Telling me what you think
I wanna hear

is not the way to play this.

I'm not playing anything.

You've done nothing but
play me since I met you.

I'm not a real complicated guy.

What you see is what you get.

Lives may depend
upon my assessment.

It's important for me
to see the real you.

I got a couple murders
to solve.

[font color=D EFB ]X/Y Cryobank[/font]

Listen, uh, thanks again
for coming, Nigel.

Hey, what are friends for?

Donor , I didn't see you
on today's schedule.

Hey, Christy.

If you need a visual aid,
someone left this in the back.

No, no, no deposits
today, love.

I brought me friend,

good friend, Kevin...

Carter.

Kevin Carter.

I have a specimen that
I'd like to retrieve.

So that explains it.

What?

Why you never hit on me.

Oh, no, it's... it's not...

Yes, yeah.

This is my honey.

Our, um, surrogate mother
is about to ovulate.

So if we could...

I'll need your ID.

He was mugged.

This morning,
on his way to work.

- Oh.
- They took my wallet.

ID, everything.

But I can confirm all the details
on the donor card.

Oh, okay.

Kevin Matthew Carter, age .

Whoo, you look good
for your age.

Mmm, doesn't he?

Yeah.

Brown hair, brown eyes,
obviously.

Five-foot-ten.

pounds.

Blood type, O-positive.

Well, I'll prepare the specimen
for travel, okay?

Dr. Vijay, I went to the cryobank,

and they told me that
they didn't have Kevin's sperm.

That's right.

We're holding it
for Mrs. Carter.

The real one.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Do you know what kind of trouble
you could have gotten us into?

I just wanted to
have his baby.

His wife, she'll never use it.

Well, that is her right.

You know, it belongs to her.

I didn't steal him, you know.

There was no love left
in his marriage when he met me.

Isn't that what
all cheating husband say?

Well, I can see you don't know
what it's like to be in love.

In five years, Kevin gave me
a lifetime of happiness.

I hope that you find
that someday, Doctor.

What are you doing?

Running hairs collected
from Skye Rohan's car.

Any luck?

Ah, so far they're all hers
or her son's.

On the off chance you got
something for me, here I am.

I can give you
the boy's autopsy report.

But there's nothing that
points to a suspect.

I got two possibilites.

Skye's sister and her husband.

Though I got no motive
for either one.

You talk to them?

I spoke to the husband
this morning.

He's suspicious,
but not a suspect yet.

What about the sister?

We're looking for her.

What's the matter with you two?

- Nothing.
- Nothing.

Okay, this is a man's hair.

Blood Type B.

The kid's AB.

Mom's A.

Could be the father's?

I'll run it for mitochondrial.

That would put him
at the crime scene.

All right, let's get
a DNA sample from Graham.

This is not going
to be so easy.

He's all lawyered up.

This is Hoyt.

Okay, great.
Thank you, I'm on my way.

Sister's down at the precinct.

We'll see if she can fill in
some of the missing pieces.

Jordan.

Yeah?

Whatever's going on
between you and him,

you both need to get over it.

This morning?

At a prayer breakfast.

My husband is a deacon.

You're not my only source
of information, you know.

Try not to look on me
as your source, Pollack.

What are you doing here?

What are you?

Last I heard, this story wasn't
riveting enough for you.

It got better.

I know that my sister's husband
k*lled them.

You got a motive?
[font color=D EFB ]Boston PD: Interrogation:
Skye's sister[/font]

'Cause Graham already
had full custody.
[font color=D EFB ]Boston PD: Interrogation:
Skye's sister[/font]

He didn't care
about the children.

Please, will you listen to me!

Eli Graham is evil,

and my other nephew
is still in danger.

Let's just take
this down a notch.

How about we call a truce?

I don't think so.

Conflicting agendas.

But you get to solve a case,

and I get a juicy story to,
as you might say,

peddle to the highest bidder.

Don't you ever think about
anybody but yourself?

I think about this.

If I'd gotten to
that alley a little earlier,

Skye Rohan and her son
might still be alive.

You got anything
that points to him?

Eli is a scam artist.

I know this

because I have been
fighting this man for years.

Let's say that you're right.

How is that motive for
k*lling your wife and son?

Skye could destroy him.

She knew too much.

Mr. Graham seemed
to think that

he and your sister
were getting back together.

He's a liar.

Why would he k*ll the boy?

Because Leroy would have
sided with his mother.

Thank you very much
for coming in.

If I need anything else,
I'll be in touch.

Please. Please.

You have got to get my nephew
Michael away from him.

He's not with me.

Mrs. McGuire!

You said that you and your wife
were getting back together.

Dawn told me otherwise.

Well, that doesn't surprise me.

Dawn was never
a big fan of mine.

She tried for years
to get Skye to leave me.

Why?

You'll have to ask her.

Where were you between
: and : Saturday?

Detective,

what you mean to say is

did I k*ll my wife and son?

Okay. Did you?

No.

No, sir,
I can't disprove his alibi.

But we did find a hair
at the crime scene that may be his.

So I'm looking for a warrant.

Well, couldn't we
bend probable cause?

Yes, sir, I do realize
it's a Catch .

Yes, sir, I'll keep digging.
Thank you, Captain.

Keeping doctor's hours, I see.

I caught my first case.

Arson fire in Brighton.

Good luck with that.

You know,
your file is impressive.

I talked to your captain,
some of your colleagues.

Everyone likes you.

Thank you.

I sense a "but" coming.

You need to grow up.

It is not uncommon in people
who pretty much raise themselves.

I'll work on that.

What's this?

Your fitness for duty assessment.

As you see, you meet
the minimum requirements.

You didn't sign it.

- Not yet.
- Why not?

I will if that's what you want
in your personnel file.

"Officer meets
minimum requirements."

What is this really about?

He had a woman
who did love him.

Who is now devastated.

Who thought she had a way
to keep a piece of him with her.

You know what I think, Bug?

I think that
this is about you.

I think that maybe...
you're lonely.

- And that you're projecting...
- This is not about me, Lily.

I could give the real Mrs. Carter
some other sperm.

Yeah, I don't think so.

Well, nobody would ever
have to know.

I know that Sarah wouldn't tell.

Wait, Bug!

Bug! Get back here!

That is a bad idea.

It is not fair
to anybody involved,

not to mention
the legal ramifications of...

Did I ask for your help?

Well, yeah, you did.

All right! All right.

Oh.

Coming.

I was expecting Mushu Shrimp.

Great, I'm starved.

No, please, come in.

Got this from
Skye Rohan's sister Dawn.

She found it
in Skye's things.

Thinks it has something
to do with Eli Graham.

Thought maybe your forensic powers
could help decipher it.

Okay, uh, just give me a minute
to put on some clothes.

Why?

Oh, you're afraid that
the sight of you in a negligee

will turn me to mush?

It's, uh, called a robe.

Really?

What was that you were
saying about mush?

Yeah, I'm sorry,
it's just, um...

You're actually more
attractive than I'd...

Um, I didn't...

I'm not saying that I didn't think
you were attractive before,

it's just, uh...

Underneath the general
unpleasantness of your personality,

I didn't realize that
you were so...

So...

So...

hot.

I will take the compliment.

And I think you should quit
while you're ahead.

Fair enough.

Ahem, here.

The Covenant?

It's in French.

Yeah, the whole thing.

I spent an hour trying to translate
it with a French-English dictionary.

I gave up when I got this far.

"When the king is
forced from his throne,

the flame of
eternal enlightenment

shall be bestowed
unto the faithful."

Eli Graham peddled some kind of
change your attitude,

change your life crap, but...

this is more like something
from the Middle Ages.

And why is it in French?

You're fighting it, Cavanaugh,
but admit it.

You're intrigued.

This better be about a train
samshing into an office building.

- What is it?
- You tell me.

Us.

Whatever.

Well, give me a clue.
What am I looking for?

Well, if we knew that,
we wouldn't need you.

It's in French.

Yeah, we know.

- Why is it in French?
- That we don't.

Dr. Macy finished that
mitochondrial, by the way.

You know, on that hair that
you thought was Eli Graham's?

Eh?

You've got evidence?

A missing piece of the puzzle.

For it to be evidence,
we'd need Graham's DNA.

And what would that entail?

His blood, skin,
maybe a fingerprint.

And how hard would
it be to get that?

For once,
you may have a point.

Mr. and Mrs. Smith?

I'm Eli Graham.

Welcome to Sanctuary.

Well, uh, thanks for seeing us
on such short notice.

Our door is always open
to people seeking the truth.

Uh, pleasure to meet you, mate.

Yes, you too, huh.

Please.

Well, my husband and I
are really

eager to work through
our issues.

Let's be honest, sweetheart.

They're your issues.

Her issues are
your issues, Mr. Smith.

And vice versa.

Would you be willing
to try something?

Sure.

Yeah.

Stand up.

Now kiss.

Excuse me?

It'll tell me everything I need to
know about you as a couple.

Honey.

You haven't been together
very long.

Your tentativeness denotes
a lack of trust.

You, Mr. Smith, are open,

though overly protective.

While, you, Mrs. Smith, have
some obvious intimacy issues.

Wow, that's amazing, honey.

It's like he knows us.

Yeah, oh, it's...
it's uncanny.

As it happens, you've come
on the right day.

I'm just about to
lead a seminar.

Daddy.

I told you to
stay in bed, Michael.

Excuse me.
My son has the flu.

I'm a doctor. May I...

Oh, I appreciate your concern.

But, um, it just needs
to run its course.

What he needs most is rest.

Ruth, would you escort Mr. and
Mrs. Smith to the Octagon Room?

Of course, right this way.

All right, come on, Son.

What about that boy?

I don't know,
but what kind of parent

doesn't let a doctor
look at their sick kid?

Do we have a plan?

Look, I saw Graham touch
a lot of stuff in his office.

We break in there later,
lift some things,

then check on his son.

Oh.

This should help.

Oh, the hug.

Bad habit I picked up
in my youth.

I'm not real proud of it,
but, hey.

You can repent later,
and, by the way,

nice touch with
the wedding bands.

Relics from my second marriage.

Hi! I'm George.

Uh, this is Connie.

Hi. Clyde.
My wife, Bonnie.

Welcome to Sanctuary.

Oh.

We're glad to have you.

Let me show you your seat.

Oh, thanks.

Welcome, everyone.

Let's get started.

Your husband's sperm,
as promised.

On behalf of myself and
the entire morgue...

I accept your apology.

Where can I flush this?

Show her to the ladies' room.

Whose sperm was that?

That better not
what I think it is.

Okay, it is, but...

You can't just pass this man's sperm
around like it's candy.

I'm not.

Look, the woman he loved
wants to have his child!

I mean, isn't that kind of what
life is supposed to be all about?

What are you, ?

No, I'm , Dr. Macy.

years on this planet,

and no woman has ever loved me
the way Sarah loved Kevin Carter.

I mean, come on,
you've had that.

You know what that feels like.

Bug, this isn't about you.

I know, I know.

It's about Sarah.

And all she wants to do is bear
a child by the man she loved.

Our whole lives cannot
be about logic.

If we don't make room
for our hearts,

then who are we?

This isn't only about her.

There's still someone else
you're not considering.

Take it.

I know you'll do
the right thing.

Yo, where's Dr. Macy?

On a call.

All right, you'll have to do.

I'm now convinced that Eli Graham
k*lled his wife and son,

but I'm a little short on proof.

What makes you think so?

It seems the guy did not
exist before .

No driver's license,
no car registration,

no bank accounts,
no utility hookup.

Could he have been
from Martinique?

Why are you asking me that?

Jordan asked me
to check out this book.

It's mostly French, but...

Some of the words are
Martinique and Creole.

This has something
to do with Eli Graham?

I have no idea.

I'm just doing what I'm told.

Let's run Eli Graham through
the Martinique police database.

Yes.

How long is this gonna take?

Don't know.
Never done it before.

Not with Martinique, anyway.

Woody, as much as I love
working with you,

could you back off a little bit?

Better yet,

go over the break room,
get me a soda.

All right?
Go on.

Oh!

Hey, uh...

I'm not stalking you.

I swear, I'm just, uh...

Do yo know where the crypt is?

End of the hall.

That's one part of the job
that I never get used to.

The smell.

I don't know
how people work here.

They're all mouth breathers.

Hey, how's your case?

You get that warrant
you needed?

No, no luck.

My Uncle David's
a superior court judge.

This is his private line.

Push call.

Use my name.
You luck might change.

Thank you!

Hey.

Hey. Uh, come in.

Is that the, um...

Yeah.

Look, I...

I wanted to make
sure that you...

understood the ramifications
of your decision.

I mean, you were pretty emotional

yesterday, understandably.

This is the hardest thing
I've ever been through.

Right, um...

Look, for example,

when your child asks
about his father,

what are you gonna tell him?

That his father and I...

You're saying I can never
tell him about his father?

Because if Kevin's wife
were to find out, then...

I mean, your only other option
is to tell him nothing at all.

That's not fair.

And it is hard
to be a single mom.

So do you have any family here
that can help you with the baby?

But Kevin wanted us
to have a child.

But Kevin's not here.

What do 'you' want?

I want him back.

And since that's not possible,

you'll settle for
a genetic piece of him?

Now, that's a heavy load
to put on a little kid.

You're right.

Thank you.

Thank you.

That go all right?

I suppose.

You okay?

Instead of trying to
change your partner...

acknowledge...

and appreciate your differences.

Are you up for that, Edward?

Can you get to your cell phone?

Yeah.

Okay, call mine.

I'll slip out and
get into Graham's office.

No, you call mine.

I didn't touch it.

Sorry, no cell phones, please.

I'm... I'm sorry,
I'm a doctor.

This might be an emergency.

Excuse me.

Now we're going to explore a
relationship through a trust exercise.

Hello?

Jordan, that book you gave me
with all the crazy writings?

Yeah, what about it?

Right, well, years ago,

there was this weird church
in Martinique,

run by a pastor
named Dave Fearn.

Look, I'm kind of crunched
for time right now, Nige.

Could you, uh,
cut to the chase here?

Flow with the current.

See where the water takes you.

All right, Fearn disappeared
with the parishioner's money.

Okay, and then the church

went up in flames
with people locked inside.

Okay, that's really
a tragic story.

Yeah, but doesn't it
sound familiar?

Force creates resistance.

"The flames of eternal enlightenment
shall be bestowed unto the faithful"?

Nigel, the only way I'm
interested in this right now...

is if Dave Fearn and Eli Graham
are the same person.

Point of fact.

Look, I gotta go.

Hey, Michael.

I'm thirsty.

Okay, uh...

I'm getting you out of here.

I don't think so.

Who the hell are you?

I'm the person who's gonna
keep you from k*lling again.

You're delusional.

You're poisoning him.

Jimson weed.

That's herbal tea.

You drink it.

You're trespassing.

Now get away from my son.

I'm getting you
to the hospital.

No, you're not.

Or what, Graham,
you gonna k*ll me too?

You tempting me, bitch?

Hey, like, that was
no way to talk to a lady.

Hey, wanna give
me a hand here?

Yeah.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Come on, big guy.

Whoa, hold up.
What's going on?

Ask him. He's got
all the answers.

Eli. / Michael's taken
a turn for the worse.

We're talking him
to the hospital.

I can get my car
and drive you.

I got it covered.

Change of plans.
We're taking my car.

Hey, wait!
Let me see your hands!

Right now! Hands!

The boy's been poisoned!
We need to get him to a hospital.

Get them to a hospital, ASAP!

I also got a warrant
to search your premises.

Already got what you need, mate.

Nail his ass to the wall.

Eli Graham.

I'm placing you under arrest

for the m*rder of Skye Rohan
and Leroy Graham.

Explain something to me.

How does a father
k*ll his own sons?

You can't change your life
without shedding baggage.

Is that what this is about?

You being a psychopath?

You're a sick son of a bitch.

I'm about to take your body

where your mind and heart
haven't been.

It's called jail.

Well, the DNA I pulled off
Graham's pen was a perfect match.

It's a nice feeling when
all your hard work pays off.

Your hard work?

Yeah, after all,
it was my idea.

Your idea?

Huh.

Hey.

Hey.

How's the boy?

Physically, he's gonna be fine.

But emothionally, he's got
a long road ahead of him.

His Aunt Dawn's
gonna take him in.

You two got to Graham
just in time.

He had a suitcase packed,
fake passport,

one-way ticket to Australia.

Trying to reinvent
himself yet again.

I'll go make a copy
of this for you.

She's a handful, that one.

That's an understatement.

You mind if I go for it?

Knock yourself out.

Closed that case
I was working on.

Me too.

Mine was easy.

Building owner cashing in
on an insurance policy.

Maybe you're just smarter
than I am.

I doubt that.

Listen, um...

I was thinking about...

maybe making another appointment.

How's now?

Now's good.

Um, came to get
my grandmother's ring.

Oh, I, uh, I thought
this was your ex-wife's.

Oh, you got
my favorite robe on again.

Well, I thought that on
the outside chance you'd drop by,

I really didn't want
to disappoint you.

Really?

No.

Oh.

So...

all this time together...

you really don't like me,
do you?

Not much.

And that kiss?

Occupational hazard.

It had to be done.

I felt something.

Did you?

Yeah.

And you're saying
you didn't?

Well, if I did,
it was purely physical.

Physical's good.

Yeah.
Yeah, it has its virtues.

As long as you can look at yourself
in the mirror the next morning.

The next morning?
Ah, now we're getting somewhere.

And so if I try it again...

I'd defend myself.

I'll take my chances.

You'll let me know when you start
defending yourself, won't you?

Yeah, you'll know.