05x20 - Mace vs. Scalpel

[bunniefuu]

(What if they built a morgue
and no one d*ed?)

(Twenty-four hours without a body.
It's gotta be a record.)

(Ugh, I don't even know why
I buy these bridal magazines.)

(All they do is show you
weddings you can't afford.)

(I got a great idea.)

(How about I die of boredom,)

(you guys can all autopsy me?)

(Mm... I'm in.)

Yo, Bug.

What I don't get is
why do you have to clean them

when they're sealed
in an airtight enclosure.

Oh, yeah.

How about we take
another look at that old man

who d*ed from a heart att*ck
at the mall yesterday?

Oh, what, you guys have
something better to do?

Hear anything from Abby?

Apparently she checked herself
out of rehab three weeks ago.

No forwarding address.

Have you tried her cell?

You know, I'm done
chasing after her.

If she wants to get in touch,
she knows how to dial a phone.

Fathers and daughters,
you know how that goes.

Oh, yeah... Sure do.

The daughter uses
silence as a w*apon.

And... the fahter does too.

Come on, Garret.

You could at least call her.

Scarring in the right atrium...

high levels of troponin...

Five heart att*cks
in the last six years.

All right, then, case closed.
Again.

You guys see the bracelet
he had in his pocket?

Oh, that tacky
five and dime thing?

Tacky maybe,
five and dime, no.

These are real diamonds.

You gotta be kidding.
That thing must be worth a fortune.

What do we know about this guy?

Lived out of Brighton
with his daughter.

Lily called the house,
but the phone was disconnected.

Collapsed outside the jewelry store.
Louise

Must've bought it for her
right before she d*ed.

Harold Robert Turner

- Go fish.
- I'll be back.

What's going on?

Louise

Excuse me.

Is your mom at home?

Hey, there.

What can I do you for?

I'm Dr. Garret Macy. I'm with
the Medical Examiner's office.

Is that so?

Shoo, shoo.

Darn neighborhood cats...

always sneaking back here.

Leaving little presents
for me to clean up.

So, you, you don't have a cat?

Allergic.

What the hell is going on?

What's in the envelope?

The cell phone and the ID...

The photograph of your daughter...

A -day chip from AA...
That all makes sense.

But the envelope
has got me stumped...

What's inside it?
Who's Louise?

Clean and sober, good for you.

Don't ever do dr*gs, Kyle,
or drink.

You're a good kid, I don't
have to worry about you.

Right, Kyle?

Kyle, what's your last name?

Kyle, is this man your father?

It's just Kyle.

Okay?

He' my buddy.

Right, Kyle?

He's your buddy, not your son.

Don't worry about Kyle,
Kyle's fine.

Everything was fine.
I didn't ask you to come down.

If everything's so damned fine,
why is Kyle shackled to the floor?

I am the one asking the questions.
What's in the envelope?

What are you gonna do with me?

You're gonna k*ll me?

I abhor v*olence.
I truly do.

But I have to be honest,

I don't think things
are gonna end very well.

Let me get out of here!

You've gone and stuck your nose
where it doesn't belong, Dr. Macy.

And if I were you,

I'd think about being
a little more respectful,

and I would start

by telling me what
is inside the envelope?

Why don't you open it up
and find out?

I'm a letter carrier, sir,
for the U.S. Postal Service.

Thre are lines I do not cross.

I have to finish my rounds.

Shouldn't be more than
an hour, hour and a half.

Thaks for your help
sorting this morning.

Don't worry, this bad man
can't hurt you.

You have a key?

Kyle, bring that key over here
for a minute, will you?

Listen, Kyle,
this is really important.

Just, just, I need to see
that key for a second.

It's important, Kyle,
let me see the key.

Let me see the key.

He's not your father,
you know that, right?

Where are your parents?

Where are your parents, Kyle?

They were bad people.

Is that what
Mr. Everett told you,

or is that how
you remember them?

I don't know,
it was a long time ago.

I was only, like, nine.

How old are you now?

Probably .

Well, they must miss you.

No, see, Mr. Everett
watched me for a long time.

Where I used to live
was on his route

and he watched me, and
he knew he had to do something

to get me away from them.

But what if that's
not really true?

What if your parents
are really good people?

What if they're out there
right now looking for you,

and... and they miss you,

and they love you?

I don't want to talk
about this anymore.

Kyle.

Kyle!

Kyle, listen to me!

Help!

The windows are double-glazed,

nobody can hear you
from down here.

You know something, Woody?

You seriously ought to think
about switching deodorant.

Three days in a car,
-hour shifts.

You're no flower shop
yourself, girl.

Well, pardon me if I'm not wearing
my first date perfume.

Talk about the pot
calling the kettle stinky.

Still don't get why we're
sweating a full-bore stakeout

just to pop some low-level bag man.

'Cause it's my case, and
that's the way I wanna play it.

The Flannerys run the largest
fencing operation in Boston.

We catch a little guy,
and just...

Flip him up the food chain.

That's our man.

Okay, you go east,
I go west.

Boston P.D.,
hands in the air!

Where were you?

You said go east!

- That's east.
- That's not east, that's south.

That's...

Finally, a real live dead body.

Ooh, down, boy...

Truck v. ped.,
not much body left.

- Ouch.
- Yeah.

Cut down in the line of duty
making a money drop.

What exactly do these guys
traffic in, anyway?

Lot of gems, art, electronics...

Anything hot, they can move.

What's in the envelope?

Ooh, whole lot of green.

Find the guy getting paid,
maybe it'll lead somewhere.

Uh, Mr. M. H.

There's only one entry
in his cell phone with those initials.

Manny Hernandez.

What?

No, it's just,

there's someone
who works here by that name.

A maintenance guy.

Trust me, he's not your man.

Sweetest guy in the world.

He's been here for,
uh, years?

Yeah. Well, there's an easy
way to rule him out.

We'll just run his number
from the cell

against the employeee database.

We're gonna need
to talk to him, Jordan.

Cheezy Wheez-its!

Not or now, for later.

You are not going to
fill up on junk food.

So please...

Do not ask.

What are you gonna do
with me, Everett?

I drove your car
to the grocery store

and left it there.

Hopefully that will be
their only clue.

"Car of Missing Medical Examiner

Left in Parking Lot."

Kyle.

Were you watching TV?

- No.
- You were supposed to be reading.

I was!

Kyle.

I'm gonna count to three.

One... Two...

I'm sorry, Mr. Everett.

I was watching TV.

I'm sorry.

It's all right, Kyle.

I just want you
to be honest with me.

What happens
when you get to three?

I rerely have to anymore.

But there was a time, wasn't there?

There was a time when you
counted to three quite a lot.

How did you break him, Everett,
what techniques did you use?

Sensory deprivation, electrocution,
mock suffocation?

All the tortures your
grandfather used on you.

The oxidation on these chains
is at least years old.

At first I thought maybe
your father was the abuser,

but that car in the driveway,
the Buick,

even years ago,
that was the car of an old man.

You were raised in
this basement, weren't you?

These chains,

these chains were for you.

Right, Everett?

Kyle?

Honey.

Let's you and me...

go upstairs for awhile.

Now? What about my reading?

It'll wait.
Come on.

What are you gonna do to him?

You keep your hands off of him,
you sick freak!

Leave him alonge, Everett!

Everett!

Your record's clean, Manny.
That's good.

You start showing us
a little cooperation,

we'll make sure
the D.A. knows about it.

I don't know
what you want from me.

Who in the organization
do you meet with?

What kind of merchandise
do you sell them?

Who quote you prices?

You have wrong person, I swear.

Dr. Cavanaugh.

Manny, don't say another word
till you've got a lawyer.

Jordan, this is not...

I can't believe you two,
going behind my back.

We told you we were
gonna talk to him.

At the morgue. You didn't say
anything about hauling him in

and working him in the box.

Can we please not do this
in front of the suspect?

That sweet man in there
has been selling stolen goods

to the Flannerys for years.

Not possible.
I know this guy.

Yeah? How well?

He worked at the morgue forever.
His wife makes banderillas,

he plays accordion
at the office Christmas party.

So he's a felon
with an accordion.

Just 'cause some creep
has his phone number

doesn't mean you can drag him
in here and lock him up

- like he's some kind of...
- Criminal?

That's what we do with criminals.

We lock them up, Jordan.

Detective Simmons.

I can't beleive this is happening.

I don't know anything
about that man who d*ed.

I'll get you a lawyer,
you'll be home before you know it.

That's very kind.

That was the A.D.A.

We're gonna be holding you
for a few hours,

pending a search warrant.

Let's head down to processing.

My wife, Nina,
she doesn't know where I am.

- I'll call her.
- Okay, let's go.

I thought you might like
a gander at this, Dr. Macy.

I'll be using it to dissolve
your flesh after you're dead.

Potassium hydroxide.

A favorite of anthropologists.

In go body parts,
out come bones.

Then again, why wait?

Why don't I just open it now
and shove your filthy head inside?

Did I say something to upset you?

You think I didn't notice
your disgusting accusations?

That my interest in Kyle
is somehow prurient?

I'm not a sexual predator, sir.

I love that boy.

My only interest
is in providing Kyle

with the happiest
childhood possible.

Listen to that.

How dare you suggest
that I defile...

there's nothing purer or
more innocent than a young boy.

It's only tragic
when they turn.

When they turn...
as in milk gone bad?

You know what I mean.

You think you know someone.
Love someone.

One day, they're
not that person anymore.

Rotten hormones.

Poison their bodies.
Fill their heads with terrible urges.

You're a doctor.

Yes.

You must've done a surgical
rotation in medical school.

Sounds like Kyle's
finished practicing.

- He'll wait.
- Because he's cuffed to the piano?

I can't believe
I didn't think of it before.

It's perfect!

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Wow, look at that baby sparkle.

Ah, I still can't believe
this is all happeneing so fast.

Like a speeding b*llet.

What is it, days
until the wedding?

Well, Jeffrey figured, why wait?

To be honest, I think
he didn't want

to give his mother
time to sabotage it.

Aw, your life must be a blur of
cake tastings and dress fittings...

And seating charts, and
appointments with florists...

And I swear, if I have to watch
one more wedding band video...

# Celebrate good times

- # Come on
- Exactly.

Uh, listen.

Uh... I was gonna seat you
at table nine

between Bug and Nigel.

Uh, unless you'd rather
sit at table six.

There're, um, two seats
at table six.

I didn't know if...

Oh, if I would be
bringing a date... no.

Between Bug and Nigel's good.

Okay!

Hey, Lily, Lily...

Congrats.

You know, I'm really
happy for you.

Jordan.

Ahh!

Oh, my God.

This is J.D. Pollack.

Leave a message
and I'll call you back.

Oh!

Jeffrey, what are you doing here?

Hi.

Hi, sugar lips.

Is Dr. Macy around?

Uh, he had to run an errand.

Oh.

Is that important?

Oh, no, no.

Well, techinically yes.
Um...

I have a warrant
to search the premises.

Is this about Manny Hernandez?

Uh...

Uh, he can't...

Wait.

There's probable cause that
he's in possession of stolen goods,

and I can't let it slide

just because everyone
around here likes him.

You're an ass, Brandau.

Sorry. / His home was searched
and nothing turned up.

So you decided to ransack
the entire morgue?

He's the janitor.

He has access to everything.

Okay, folks, I'm very sorry,

we're gonna try and make this
as quick and painless as possible.

The keys to my desk...
I'm going to lunch.

I'm going with you.

Are you...

All right, let's go.

Raising a boy alone
all these years

has made me something
of a medical expert.

I lack the experience, of course.

But I've got the knowledge
and the tools.

Kyle...

You... go put on your headphones.

All right.

Scalpels, numbers to ,

tooth forceps, non-tooth...

What in God's name
are you proposing?

He's probably not more than a few
months away from sexual maturity.

And if things were allowed
to progress unchecked...

A simple operation too.

You remove the glands
that produce testosterone,

and we'll be able to
preserve his purity.

You're asking me to mutilate
a -year-old child.

Are you serious?

I'm only thinking of
what's best for him.

What's best for him?

We can't just let him turn
into some disgusting animal.

There is still time before...

Before what?
Before you m*rder him?

You want me to destroy his life
so you can have a companion?

Get a dog, you sick bastard.

Kyle needs your help.

Okay

I'll do it myself.

Kyle.

We need to do a little procedure.

It'll be easier upstairs.

What kind of procedure?

Nothing to worry about.
Shouldn't take long.

And we'll have ice cream, okay?

Wait.

Xylocaine.

cc's should do the trick.

No, I need time
to practice suturing.

You suture dozens
of bodies a week.

They don't bleed.

You're stalling.

I haven't operated on
a live patient in years.

I'm not gonna do this
until I know I can do it right.

You need practice.

It's fine.

Practice.

The whole idea.

Manny Hernandez?

Absurd.

I once saw that man catch
a spider in the break room

and carry it all the way up
to the roof to set if free.

I mean, I just don't understand
why Jeffrey does these things.

It's like he's always got to be
badgering someone or other.

Well, that is part
of the job description.

I don't know.

This must seem crazy to you...

rushing in to
get married so fast.

I never said that.

I know you didn't say it.

I'm just sayting,
I'm as surprised as you are.

I mean, believe me,
three weeks ago

marriage was the furtherest
thing from my mind.

But when someone asks you
to marry them, they deserve an answer.

Jeffrey asked me,
so I said yes.

Bug,

you are the best listener.

I always feel like I can be

completely and totally
honest with you.

Yeah.

Hey, can I be completely
honest with you too?

Please.

Back at the morgue, when I said
I was going to lunch,

I didn't mean
I wan going to lunch...

alone.

- Hi.
- Oh!

Sorry I'm late.

No problem.

Um, I hope it's okay, I invited
my friend Lily to join us.

Great.

Hi, I'm Amy.

Hi.

Lily works at the morgue too.

Yeah, I work at the morgue too.

This is gonna leave a scar.

Kyle plays beautifully, doesn't he?

It's so nice to hear piano
in this house again.

Did you play growing up?

No.

Could never understand music.

So, your mother then,
was she the piano player?

She wasn't very good or anything,

but it brought her such joy.

Yeah, she had to move away.

When I was four.
She moved to a facility.

Boy without his mom,
you must've missed her a lot.

When she was asleep, I would
nuzzle my face in her hair.

She had the softest brown hair
and it smelled like apples.

There's this... a girl
on my route in Hyde Park.

She has brown hair.

Been thinking of taking her.

She'd make a good
mother for Kyle.

Okay, we're all done.

Excellent job, Doctor.

I'll clean this up.

Listen, Everett, as you know,

I'm from the medical
examiner's office.

You must be wondering
why I came here today.

I've got something to tell you.
Important news.

It's her, isn't it?

My mother.

She's dead.

Well, there's only one way
to be certain,

is to go with me to the morgue
and identify her body.

There's some photographs
I could show you.

Upstairs.

Be careful, my dad gave me
that in third grade.

Hey, I was out on call,
I just heard.

So you had nothing
to do with this?

It's Lu's case, Jordan.

Do you realize
how invasive this is?

And where's Manny?

I mean, either book the guy
or let him walk.

You know the drill.
Being held pending evidence.

This all should be settled
within the hour.

If there's anything
I can do to help...

Yeah, just, uh,

make sure the boys in blue
don't bust up any lab equipment.

Thanks.

Cavanaugh.

There's a trap on my cell,
traces all incoming calls.

Little paranoid,
aren't you, Pollack?

A little juvenile,
calling and hanging up.

Are you okay?
You sound a little...

You gonna tell me why you called?

Oh! No reason...
I, you know, it's been awhile.

Uh, so how's D.C.?
Have you been biking with the prez?

Listen, I, uh,

I'm on a deadline, so I really
need to start hacking away.

Sure, okay. Um...

Look, Pollack, I'm sorry. I...
I messed up.

It wasn't... that I didn't care
about you, I did.

I... I just miss you.

Okay, what, is that
against the law?

You take care of yourself, Cavanaugh.

Here.

That's my mom.

She looks so young.

Seventeen when I was born.

Grandfather never very
happy about that.

What you'd call
a strict disciplinarian.

Look at him with those Kents.

Is that you?

Isn't she beautiful?

That was right
before she went away.

What happened, Everett?
Why'd she go?

One day when Grandpa and I
got home,

there was this man here

with extremely dirty hands.

Like a mechanic. And...

I think he might've
been my father.

Grandpa was very angry
that he was here.

After he left, he b*at her up
really bad, and...

Next morning when I nestled
into her hair, she didn't, uh...

move.

Ambulance came, that was it.

And I went to visit her
when I was .

Yeah.

I believe the nurse called
it severe brain trauma.

But, eh, she didn't know
I was in the room.

It... it's hard to believe
that she, uh...

really gone.

I tried not to let it show

'cause whenever Grandpa
caught me crying about it...

Yeah, he'd march me
downstairs and, you know.

You know, I think what I'm
really trying to do here with Kyle

is trying to raise him the way
that my mom would've raised me.

Listen, Everett.

You need to come with me
back to the morgue

and make a positive ID and
arrange for a proper burial.

It's the least that she deserves.

Couldn't bear to see her...

- Without your identification, she's...
- No. No.

I'm not doing that, that's final.

I've gotta turn in
my time card to work.

I'll be back in an hour,
and then...

we'll perform the surgery on Kyle.

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[font color=D EFB ] Child abducted from front yard[/font]

[font color=D EFB ] Child Missing:
Have you seen Jonah Wheeler?[/font]

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Jonah.

I know who you are.

Jonah, we have to leave
here right away.

My name's Kyle.

Your name is Jonah Wheeler.

Do you remember your parents?

Your mother, Kristen,
she was tall and blonde,

and your dad, Tom,
he had brown eyes.

I don't want to
talk about this.

I just read about them
in the newspaper.

You know what it said?

It said they miss you,
and they love you very much.

And they'll never stop
looking for you.

No.

No, they were bad.

They... they used to burn me.

They were standing
in front of your house.

This is my house.

It was gray with blue trim.

Do you remember the house?

Think.

There's a swing in the back.

That's right.

And we have to leave right now.

Otherwise Mr. Everett's gonna
do something very bad to you.

So, so, bring me the key
to the handcuffs.

No. Mr. Everett...

Do you know what happened
to the last boy he kidnapped?

His remains are right there
in that trunk.

There was never another boy.

Yes, there was, and he's dead.

I'll prove it to you.
Come here.

Get that crowbar
out of the tool cabinet.

- Mr. Everett...
- Jonah, do it!

- I'm Kyle.
- I'll count to three.

One... Two...

Just clear all that off
and pro open the hatch.

Keep trying.
Just stand it up on the end.

Garret, I guess
you left your phone off.

Uh, I've already
left a couple messages.

Please call me back, okay?

Okay, people, party's over,
let's get out of here

and give these fine folks
back their morgue.

We got nothing.

Um, Manny has been released,
no charges.

Two unis are driving him back.

Well, I'm glad to hear it.

Jordan, I played a hunch,
and the hunch was wrong.

I hope there's no hard feelings.

No. No, we're cool.

Do you want a ride back?

No, I'll just
meet you back there.

Brr. It's a little
chilly in here.

Three days on a stakeout kind of
puts a crimp in a romance.

Between you and me, Jordan,
I never thought he was our guy.

Hey, Jordan!

Whoo-hoo!
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Thank God it's over, I mean,
Manny Hernandez?

Yeah, he's not exactly a Thomas
Crown type of bloke, is he?

Uh, yeah.
A peeping Tom, maybe,

but... a criminal mastermind?

Uh, peeping Tom?

Well, I've just caught him in the women's
bathroom a couple times...

I've razzed him about it.

It seems there's this fuse box
that's always on the fritz.

There's a fuse box
in the woman's bathroom?

Yeah, weird, huh, how they
design these old buildings?

That was his humerus bone.

He was just about your size.

You lied to me, Dr. Macy.

My mother isn't dead.
You lied to me all along.

Why aren't, aren't you
wearing your cuff?

- I... I found a key.
- You what?

- Give me the key.
- Don't do it, Jonah.

His name is Kyle.

His name is Jonah Wheeler.

You poor boy.

What kind of lies has
this man been telling you?

You're Kyle, not him,

and forcing him to recreate your
twisted childhood is gonna do...

Dr. Cavanaugh.

I can't tell you how good
it is to be back.

I'm so grateful to you
and to everyone who... um...

uh...

My son, he...

he gambles.

He owed the Flannerys $ , .

Now, he came to me.

And I told him
it was his problem to fix.

They broke both his legs,
Dr. Cavanaugh.

I took a diamond ring
from a body in the crypt.

I traded it for my son's life.

We all believed in you, Manny.

Everyone here stood up for you.

They threatend my family.
My granddaughters.

I mean, once they found out
where I worked,

I had to keep stealing for them.

When the freight elevator opens
and a gurney comes out,

it's not just some stiff
with a toe tag.

Okay, it's a human being, Manny.

They can't protect themselves.
They depend on us to protect them.

It's called respect for the dead.

I don't know what to say.

I think we're about done.

Okay.

Just one thing.

Do you want to call
the police, or should I?

Called the morgue, they'd
never even heard of my mother.

You certainly didn't come here

because she was dead.

Kyle, would you get me some
double stick tape, please?

Darn teenagers think
they're so funny.

Every couple months
they sneak out,

change the numbers
on the box out front.

Oh, the mailman with
the wrong address, get it?

Jonah.

This is Varna, not .

Darn teenagers...

Every couple months
they sneak out,

change the numbers
on the box out front.

I want to see my parents.

- Kyle, what...
- I wanna go home.

I know, this has been difficult.

Honey.

Do you actually think that I'd
have a loaded g*n in this house?

With a child present?
That'd be so irresponsible...

Oh! Aah!

Jonah, run!

Oh!

Kyle!

Kyle!

Ahh!

Come on.

Hey, call came in.

Postman got k*lled
out in Brighton.

Gonna meet Woody at the scene.

Where is he?

My son, Jonah, he's here?

I'm sorry, I have no idea
what you're referring to.

We got a call from the police.

Said our son had been found.

Oh, my God.

Jonah?

Jonah... Jonah.

Oh, my baby.

Garret, are you all right?

I'm good.

Hey, Garret!

It's a long story.

Hey, Abby, it's Dad.

Nothing important, I just, uh...

I had a really rotten day

and I just wanted
to hear your voice.

Just give me a call.
Give me a call.