05x13 - Dreamland

[bunniefuu]

That smell, it's like...

I don't know what.

Homemade yogurt.

Elixir of the digestive tract.

My aunt Bea sent me the machine.

Mmm, come on, Bug,
you gotta try this.

Uh! What's that smell?

Uh, it's familiar.

Fresh, homemade yogurt.

No, that's not it.

Well, made plenty.
Help yourself.

Did a baby throw up in here?

Bingo.

That's it.

Oh, Garret, uh,
this landed on my desk.

I think it was meant for yours.

It's a police report
about a stolen stereo.

Oh, yeah, yeah.
Right.

Somebody pinch your system?

Yeah, filed a report just in case
it turns up in a pawn shop.

Uh, bastards take anything else?

Well, it wasn't exactly a break-in.

The stereo's just missing, you know?

Hmm.

Hi, it's Abby, leave a message.

Yeah, Abby, it's your father.
This is the fourth message I've left.

Ignoring me is not
going to fix this, okay?

So stop acting like a child
and call me back.

Door latch was splintered.

Definitely forced entry.

An old lady down the hall
came looking for her cats

and found these bodies instead.

Guess we can rule out
heart att*ck.

TOD has gotta be hours.

All this g*nf*re,
nobody calls the cops?

In this neighborhood?

Where's the third?

Back here.

We found straws, heroin, and
enough money to say they were dealing.

One sh*t to the chest.

Probably from the . .

I'll check IDs.

Some very fine debris on the g*n.

Cotton pilling, maybe.

Like it was stashed under here.

Hey, guys, you should see this.

Vic and his girlfriend.

And?

It's Abby.

Garret's daughter.

That's him.

His ID reads Chad Wasserman.

That's Abby's boyfriend.

They were staying
at my place for a while.

Come home one day
and they were gone.

Haven't heard from her since.

Has Maggie?

I don't know.
I haven't spoken to her in months.

Abby disappeared, and
you didn't tell her mom?

I don't need a lecture
right now, Jordan.

Dr. Macy.

How about this guy?

Chris Zarlinga.

You ever see him before?

Well, once.

He was leaving just as I was
coming home one night.

Friend of Chad's, I think.

Well, it looks like these two
were dealing heroin.

Could it be that Abby maybe
had something to do with that?

Heroin?

Okay, let's not
get ahead of ourselves.

We haven't found
anything that suggests that

there was
a connection to Abby, so...

What?

That's my stereo.

Abby and Chad took it
when they left.

She was here.

Guys, I think I found
something in the closet.

There's a slug lodged in here.

And a small amount of blood
like a flesh wound.

Angle would indicate that
someone was sitting in here,

back against the wall.

Abby was in the closet.

Like she was hiding.

Okay, got a print match

on one Oscar Salazar, ,

arrested four times.

And that's just as an adult.

Who's knows what his juvie
sheet looks like?

Check it out. He's a known
g*ng member of the Muertos .

They move about
half the dope in Boston.

Looks like Mr. Salazar was
felled by one sh*t to the heart.

Small caliber,
could be from the . .

Zarlinga was hit times, mm.

I got ten . 's
in Chad Wasserman.

Plenty of firepower in that room.

So, the three sh**t rush the room.
One gets hit, two are at large.

I'm gonna talk to my buddy
over at the g*ng task force.

See what he can tell me
about Salazar and his crew.

I'll run striations.
Maybe we'll get lucky.

We'll find her, Garret.

Between Bug and Nigel
and Woody and me.

I know.

What I'm saying is

you don't have to
work the bodies.

Because I dropped a pan?

No, no one's questioning your ability.

I'm just saying,
you don't have to do this.

- Yes, I do.
- No. We've got it.

Bloodwork's back.

From the sample
we found in the closet,

looks like we have a female,

type AB positive.

- What's Abby?
- O neg.

Excellent.
Okay, I'll start her profile.

Okay, so based on blood type

and the hair that
CSU found in the closet,

we're looking at a female,
short black hair, blood type AB positive.

Garret.

Maggie's here.

A week?

She's been gone a week, and
I'm finding out about it now?

I assumed you two
had been talking.

I don't understand
how she could just leave like that

and not say anything.

What happened between you two?

Meaning what?
What did I do to push her away?

No. I didn't say that.

No, not yet, but we're just
getting warmed up, aren't we?

So, you haven't had
any contact at all?

No.

Sort of.

A couple of months ago she was
bugging me for a credit card.

Said she needed it
in case of an emergency.

And?

And... I got her one.

About a week ago,
the bank alerted me...

that it has been used at
four ATMs in one day.

I cancelled the card,
I left an irate message for her,

and she...
she never called me back.

I'm gonna need
the number of that card.

I met him a few months ago.

Chad.

I knew he was trouble
the minute he walked in,

but of course there was
no telling Abby that.

Parents can't tell their kids
who not to date.

Oh, I... I don't know,
Garret, if...

if you had just told me
when she first disappeared...

You wanna blame me, Maggie?
Fine, I wanna blame me, too.

I'm a lousy father, okay?

We can both agree on that,
so let's stop arguing about it.

Please!

Dr. Wasserman?

I'm Lily Lebowski,

I'm so sorry for your loss.

Um...

Oh, you work at Boston General.

What kind of medicine
do you practice?

I'm a thoracic surgeon.

Oh, that must be
such rewarding work.

When did you last see Chad?

It's been a while.
He'd just turned .

Really?

So, it was almost five years ago.

I understand there's some
paperwork to attend to.

We just need a positive ID and...

Dr. Wasserman.

I'm a grief counselor.

So sometimes it can be
helpful to talk...

With all due respect, I really don't
want to talk about this right now,

so if we can just proceed.

Of course.

His body's just up the hall.

Isn't identification usually
done through a photograph?

If you'd prefer.

Yes.

Dr. Wasserman?

Where's my son?

Excuse me?

Oscar Salazar.

I need to see him.

Mrs. Salazar, I didn't realize
that you would be...

Sorry, it seems that

the both of you have...

lost sons in the same incident.

Please, sit down.

Why don't we do the formal
identifications now and then,

Dr. Wasserman,
you'll be free to go.

And... Mrs. Salazar,
I'll take you to see Oscar.

Yes, that's him.

Victim A, Chad.
Victim B, Chris Zarlinga,

and the black-haired girl, C,
are in the front room

when the sh**t come
pounding on the door.

Black-haired girl runs
into the bedroom,

grabs the . from
underneath the mattress

and hides in the closet.

Suspects one, two
and three burst in.

One empties his .
as*ault r*fle into A.

Two empties his mm into B.

Before they leave,
they do a sweep.

Hear a sound in the bedroom,
open the closet door.

Three, Oscar Salazar,

sh**t his MAC- ,
gazing black-haired girl.

Black-haired girl fires back.

Hitting him once
in the chest with a . .

He goes down.

One and two flee the scene.
They're out of b*ll*ts.

Black-haired girl then
drops her g*n and runs.

A, B and three...

are dead.

One, two and C...

are missing.

So, Chad and his friends
rent a room, starting dealing dope.

Probably never even realizing
they were in Muertos 's backyard.

All right, you two,
prep the bodies for autopsy.

Did we get anything off the . ?

Prints are unreadable.
But I might be able to lift DNA.

Could help us ID
our black-haired girl.

God, look at them.
They're kids.

They should be tossing
footballs and chasing girls.

Instead it's dr*gs,
g*ns and money.

Abby, it's me. I don't know if
you've been getting my messages.

I've left several.
Come home.

Come home, honey.
Just... just come home.

How's he doing?

Not great.

I cannot imagine what
he's going through.

Not knowing if Abby is okay,
if she's hurt, or even if she's...

Yeah.

To be honest, I'm a little
worried about him...

you know, backsliding.

Have you noticed something?

No. Not really. But...

just, uh, help me
keep an eye on him, okay?

MACY, ABIGAIL

Hey, DNA on that g*n come back?

It just came in.

Just spoke to by buddy Rick
over at g*ng task force.

He knew about Salazar
and the boys he rolled with.

Two names popped.

Could be our missing sh**t.

It's Dr. Macy's daughter.

I gotta do this
the right way, Woody.

I need to tell Garret first.

Woody brought back a file
from the g*ng task force.

He's got a good lead
on finding our perps.

What's the bad news?

DNA came back on the . .

There were four people in
that room, Garret, not three.

Two guys, two girls.

When the sh**t
came through the door,

the girls ran into the bedroom.

One of them grabbed a .
from under the mattress,

and they both hid in the closet.

Salazar opened the closet

and fired,
grazing the black-haired girl.

And the other girl fired back.

Abby sh*t Salazar, Garret.

She dropped the g*n and she ran.

Her DNA was on the g*n.

Oscar Salazar.

Ran his own mini-crew
for the Muertos .

According to a CI
in the task force,

his two other sidekicks
are Ernesto Sanchez

and Omar Salazar.

Three of them have been suspects
in four other gangland murders,

all dismissed for lack of evidence.

Salazar, any relation?

Yes, Oscar's baby brother.

Street name is Little O.

The three of them have been banging
together since the seventh grade.

Any idea where we can find them?

Yeah, these puppies are not hiding.

They're out there strutting it.

Gimme an hour,
I'll have them in the box.

Car!

I knew it.

You gotta figure, four kids,

one week, wheels, right?

Nigel, please. Nouns, verbs.
Make sentence.

Well, it seems that
Chad borrowed his grandmother's car

the night before he left Dr. M's.

Just turned up in P.D. impound.

Could have evidence,
could have trace.

If we can piece together
where they've been,

it could point to
where she is now.

You and Bug check it out.

Yeah, I'm already gone.

Muertos sure
aren't stingy with the a*mo.

This hit last year,

rounds from
three different g*ns.

Everyone sh**t together.

Insurance.
Nobody flips.

What is it?

Nothing, it's, uh,

it's not my coffee.

Mrs. Salazar.

Uh, what are you doing here?

My family and I
are waiting for my son.

As I explained, there is
an ongoing police investigation.

His body may not be
released until tomorrow.

When he was sh*t last year,

I stayed five days
in his hospital room.

I know he was in a g*ng.

I know he did bad things.

But he was my baby.

And I will not leave him to lie

in this cold building all alone.

I will wait.

Ms. Lebowski.

My sisters and I

run a flower shop.

The other mother who lost
her son, the doctor.

I'd like to send her something.

That's very kind.

One word.

Lawyer.

That's real good, Ernesto.

You got the whole
textbook memorized.

But see, this ain't about
b*ating juvie anymore.

You boys are big, you're looking
at some serious time.

No, you got nothing on us.

Except for the b*ll*ts from
the bodies on Humner Street.

Yeah, b*ll*ts with no g*ns.

We got Oscar, dead on the floor.

And from I heard, he never
so much as took a leak

without the two of you coming with.

Look, I don't know nothing
about no Humner Street.

But if I did, I say those fools
got what they deserved.

Dealing dope in the hood
belonging to Muertos .

"Got what they deserved."

What do you think this is,
some kind of game?

Yeah, that's exactly
what it is, man.

And don't nobody make you play.

If you want in,
you obey the rules.

Or somebody takes you down.

How about you, Little O?

You're real quiet.
You having a bad day?

Yeah, man.

I'm having a real bad guy, man.

My blood been spilt!

Some blue-eyed cut my brother.

Yeah? Who was that?

What happened to that girl, Little O?

She k*lled your brother.

Help me find her,
so I can lock her up.

No comment.

We're done here, man.

Where's the lawyer at?

Son of a bitch.

Garret...

Where's my daughter?

Where the hell's my daughter?

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, Dr. Macy.
- Come on, come on now!

Yeah, if I see her I'll tell her
you're looking for her.

Yo, old time.

If you see her first,

tell her we're looking for her, too.

Hey! Hey!

Come on!

Woody'll sweat them out
for a couple of hours.

And work them
all over them, okay.

If they know anything about Abby,
Woody'll get it out of them.

And half decent lawyer'll
have them home by dinner.

Abby's ID is the only thing
that'll hurt them, and they know it.

Let's get back, I want
to start those autopsies.

Hey, hey.

Bug and I can handle it.

Garret, you need to step aside now.

I'll run the investigation.

- What're you talking about?
- Hey, guys.

We may have just caught a break.

Somebody tried to use Abby's credit card,
the one her mom gave her,

last night at : a.m.
at an ATM.

The video's on its way
to the morgue.

Oh, my God.

The ATM won't give back
the cancelled card.

That black-haired girl.
Could you pause it?

Look, she's got a bandage
on her hand.

Probably where she was sh*t.
She was in the closet with Abby.

Have either or you
ever seen her before?

This is a real lead.

If we can ID the black-haired girl,
she might lead us to Abby.

What you need to do now
is just go home, wait by the phone.

Both of you.
I mean, she might call.

She might even show up
in the middle of the night.

And if she does,

you need to be there for her.

Garret.

What are you doing?

What do you mean?
Three bodies, three M.E.s.

We got it covered.
You need to go home.

And why is that?

Because you're too close.

Because conflict of interest
will taint evidence.

Because "fired for
drinking on the job"

will not look good
on your resume.

Is that a thr*at?

Damn straight it is.

I mean, how many
last chances do you need?

Because, apparently the DUI
didn't do the trick.

And I am running out
of forgiveness.

My daughtr is out on
the street somewhere,

hiding because people
are trying to k*ll her!

- Do you understand that?
- And we are doing everything in our power!

Yeah, well, it's not
doing any good, is it?

I'm not gonna sit on my ass
and hope for the best.

Like it or not, I'm still the Chief M.E.
in the state of Massachusetts.

Not tonight, you're not.

Take off the gloves,
walk out that door, and go home.

Or you'll never set foot
in this morgue again.

- Hello?
- Daddy?

Abby, where are you?

Something terrible happened.

They're looking for me.

Just... just tell me
where you are.

I'm at a payphone.

It's on the corner
of Cormac and th.

Okay, don't move,
I'm on my way.

I'm on my way.

Abby!

Abby!

Hey.

Hey.

There was a girl here,
did you see where she went?

I ain't seen nobody.

Listen, this is important.

She was right here,
she said she'd wait for me.

I knew a girl like that once.

Okay, um.

Is there a place around
here to score dope?

I'd have pegged you
for more of a drinking man.

Where can I buy some heroin?

Look in my eyes.

See death in there?

It's a mirror, my man.

Here's bucks.

Where do people go to buy dr*gs?

Two blocks down in the alley.

Bless you, man.

Are you responsible for these?

Um.

Mrs. Salazar owns a flower shop.

She... she thought that
that would be a nice gesture.

And it's your business
to give out my address?

Dr. Wasserman, they're flowers.

I... don't mean to offend, but...

It's inappropriate, Ms. Lebowski.

My son has d*ed,
and how and why and if...

I feel a damn thing about that
is my business.

You're right.
I'm sorry, I...

I crossed a line.

I... I apologize.

I raised Chad completely
on my own.

And I provided him a life
of great privilege.

And when he started
using dr*gs in high school,

I consulted every expert

and when he was
arrested a year later,

I sent him to the best
rehab in the country.

But there comes a time

when he has to start taking
responsibility for his own life.

He... he makes the choices,

he suffers the consequence...

It's called tough love.

I have to get back to
the hospital for surgery.

You're working?

Now?

Chad is gone.

I have the opportunity to
save someone else's life tonight.

And I believe it is appropriate

and honorable for me to do so.

Chad's grandma had a car,

the car had a GPS,

and the GPS had a hard drive.

So all I have to do is download,
say, a few magic words.

And voila.

We have a timeline of everywhere
that Chad and Abby have been

since the day they left Dr. M's.

Excellent. Now, if we can find
the right forest in all the trees.

Jordan, this machine just
made a beeping sound.

Yeah, it's called a computer and
that means it has happy news.

The program built
an enhanced portrait

of the black-haired girl based on
her pictures from the ATM video.

Then cross reference with B.P.D.

Jennifer Doyle.

One's for possession,
one's for dealing.

And no known address.

No, maybe her parole officer
knows where we can find her.

Hope so.

That was the D.A.

There wasn't enough
to hold the two sh**t.

They're back on the street.

We'd better find Abby
before they do.

The Night Rest Motel.

No guarantees.

But her P.O. said when
she doesn't want to be found,

he usually finds her here.

That's Garret's car.

Door's been forced.

It's the black-haired girl.

mm.

Probably an as*ault w*apon.

Looks a lot like
our same two sh**t.

One witness down, one to go.

Come on, man.
Open up!

Open up!

Hello?

Abby.

I'm in a place two blocks from
where you told me to pick...

Just tell me where you are, okay?
I'll find you...

No cell phones here.

Can I have my phone back, please?

Yo, you're not listening to me.

Listen, I'm trying to
find my daughter, I need my phone.

Cool, man, why don't you
go sleep it off?

I said give me my...

Like I said, no phones, bitch.

Just stop, just stop...

We're almost there.

Shh, they know we're in here.

Hey, yo yo.

There was some old dude here
asking about his daughter.

Okay, we're going to
have to climb the stairs.

I can't.

Dad, shh!

You have to.
They're coming.

You look like crap.

Yeah, you look real great.

Help me up.

Jordan.

Hey, you still got
that GPS up and running?

Absolutely, where are you?

Uh, the Night Rest Motel.

Dorchester, Cormac Street.

Look, we think Garret
and Abby are on foot.

They're probably somewhere nearby.

Okay, there's one location
they visited almost everyday.

Just a couple of block
from where you are.

They would stay
for a couple of hours,

and then head back to
the place on Humner Street.

Like they were dealing there?

It's four blocks south, off Nagle,

and it is a small
little street called...

No wait.

It's an alley.

I'm sorry.

For what?

I didn't mean to hurt you.

Dad, we were just messing around.

It's like, after years of...

people saying,
"Just say no,"

I... I woke up one day
and I thought "Just say yes."

Nobody could ever
tell you anything.

You always had to stick
your hand on the fire.

Remember when we lived in
that apartment on Mercer Street?

Every morning I'd try
to butter your toast,

and you'd grab the Kn*fe
right out of my hand.

I'd say, "Abby, knives
aren't for kids."

Next morning, do the same thing.

- You would say...
- "Me."

"I do it better."

Well,

"I do it betterer."

Right, "betterer."

Yeah.

You remember that?

No, I was two.

But you told me that story,
like, times.

I love you, honey.

I was just leaving the hospital.

Thought I'd stop and drop this off.

It authorizes this transport of
the body for cremation tomorrow.

Okay.

So... we're done.

Listen.

I don't know the first thing
about raising a kid.

And I... I wouldn't
have a clue what to do if...

someone I loved got mixed up
in dr*gs or... crime.

But I do know about grief.

Dr. Wasserman, Chad is gone.

Tough love isn't gonna
change him now.

You have to find a way
to forgive him.

You haven't seen your son's face
in almost five years.

Tomorrow, he'll be cremated.

Before that happens,
take a moment to say goodbye.

Lock the doors.

Call for backup.

This is Unit requesting backup.

The alley off Nagle, south of th.

Officer in foot pursuit.

All available units.

Why don't you
go in there and hide?

I'm not leaving you.

They're looking for you,
not me, now go.

Go.

Yo, that's my car.

My ride, yo! Ay, yo,
somebody hit my ride, man!

I don't believe this, man.

My ride, man.

Police!

Drop the weapons.
Hands in the air, now.

Drop those weapons.
Hands in the air, now.

Looks like you're
outmanned here, homey.

Huh? What?

You're gonna take us all out
with that one little cap g*n?

You wanna do this?

Go for it.

Drop it! Now!

Who got the cap g*n now, homes?

Dad!

Oh.

Jordan, thank God.

Abby, are you all right?

Oh!

Are you all right?

Yeah.

Garret.

You're hurt.

No, no, I'm fine.

No, you aren't.

Do you have any idea how worried
we were about you?

We tried calling,
you wouldn't pick up.

Why the hell didn't you call me?

You sent me home.

I didn't want you
to get in trouble.

Let's get outta here, okay?

What I need after a night like this
is a long, hot shower.

And, uh...

Oh!
Two hours of sleep.

You wanna come in?

I don't wanna be
a rebound guy, Jordan.

And this thing we're doing, or...

thinking about doing...

It feels...

Too soon.

See you around.

[Spanish music]

Detective Hoyt thought you
probably wouldn't face charges

since you acted in self defense.

Of course, you will have to testify
at the trial of those two boys.

It... it's just days.

Mom, it's stupid.

I'm not an addict.

I was just experimenting.

What, you guys never experimented
when you were my age?

Abby, you have a problem.

And you know this because?

Because when the people
who know you look you in the eye

and tell you
you have a problem,

and they're rude
and they're pissed off

and they don't give
a damn what you think,

then you have a problem.

If that bothers you,
that's too bad,

because you know what?

Having people like that
in your life is a great gift.

If you don't appreciate that now,
maybe you will someday.

What's that smell?

Fresh strawberries, % milk,

with a dash of raw honey,

and live acidophilus.

It's a little less odorous, anyway.

Nice, not bad.

In fact, it's fan-freaking-tastic.

Oh.
Strawberries?

Nige made yogurt.

Oh, deal me in.