05x14 - Death Toll

[bunniefuu]

So, are we gonna talk, or...

you're just gonna keep
playing with my, um,

balls?

This is a waste of time, Howard.

After a mass fatality,
the state mandates that

you and your colleagues
come talk to me.

So I should feel flattered
to go first?

Well, you are my most difficult nut.

So tell me what happened
two days ago.

You know what happened.

I know you found it a little
difficult to do your job.

Well, it's never easy dealing
with that many casualties.

Is that why
you lashed out at Lily?

She had no right to
undermine my authority.

Do you feel badly about
the way you handled things?

I shouldn't have let it happen.

Guilt.

Now that's a very complicated emotion.

No, it's not...
uh, it's not that.

Then what is it?

The blast.

I can still hear it.

People screaming, crying.

And yet, you still
managed to stay calm

in the middle of all that chaos.

I had a job to do.

All of those grieving families
were looking to me for comfort.

Looking back, I might have
been a tad insensitive.

Regret. That's a very
interesting emotion.

It wasn't that big a deal.

Oh?

So it was just an ordinary day,
is that it?

Nothing about that day was ordinary.

b*mb was planted on the tracks.

The station was closed for construction.

so no one was on the platform,

but the : train to Salem
was passing through

when the b*mb went off.

The first couple cars
took the brunt of it.

How many casualties?

We got at least dead,
a lot more injured.

Most of them have already
been taken to the hospital.

Oh, my God.

Jewish day school.

Fifth grade field trip.

Jordan, I need you to get back
to the morgue right now.

These kids' parents are gonna
start showing up any minute.

Yeah, and they're
gonna want answers.

Exactly.

I'll get the first wave of bodies
back to the morgue. Start the IDs.

- Go.
- Dr. Macy,

you remember Special Agent Greene.

He worked the plane crash
with us last year.

So you're the go to gal
in expl*sive situations, huh?

I hear you and your team have
worked b*mb sites before.

We know what we're doing.

Good. Then you know
any materials you find

related to the b*mb must be
turned over to us immediately.

Anyone claiming responsibility?

Could be any number
of extremist groups.

We haven't determined
whether or not

the Jewish day school
was the target.

And Homeland Security had no warning
this was gonna happen?

Unfortunately, we were
completely blindsided.

b*mb went off further
down the tracks.

We don't know the extent
of the damage yet.

How long before another one
goes off, huh?

b*mb squad did a search in the area
yards in each direction.

They say it's safe
to continue recovery.

Well, let's get to it.

We shut down the airport
and stepped up all police

presence at all landmarks,
federal buildings,

temples and mosques.

This is going to create
widespread panic,

but people have
a right to be scared.

For all we know there could be
bombs planted all over this city.

A repeat of what happened in London.

That's what I'm afraid of.

But we'll have a better idea
of what we're dealing with

once we get a closer
look at the b*mb.

Where's my son?

Ma'am, I'm sorry,
you cannot be back here.

My son was on that train.

Is that him?

Is that body bag?

Please, I need to see him.

I'm not sure that's a good idea.

Please.

It's not Charlie.

Where's my son?

Okay, hey, look at me, okay?

Look at me, what's your name?

Allison.
Allison Cohen.

I'm Jordan.

Listen, some of the kids
survived today.

They were taken
to Boston General.

Maybe you should look
for Charlie there.

- Boston General?
- Yeah.

Okay.

Thank you.

I can't even imagine
what she was going through.

Not knowing if your son
is alive or dead.

Must've been very hard
to focus on your work.

No.

I did what needed to be done.

That sounded a little defensive.

I just resent people telling me
how to do my job.

I know how to make
people feel better.

Can't be easy on
a day like that.

It's the little things.

Make coffee, tea,
put out donuts.

Everybody likes donuts.

I used to, 'til I started
working in a morgue.

Bug,

those are for the families.

Oh.

"Sorry your kid is dead.
Here, have a donut."

Excuse me.

My wife...

she was on the train.

I'm Lily Lebowski.

I'm the grief counselor here.

Jason Hartzman.

Carrie was their teacher.

Uh, please sit down.

Thank you.

Um, I'm gonna need you
to fill out this form.

Just give us as much
information as you can.

I told her not to go.

She didn't listen.

Her whole class...

I know how difficult
this must be for you.

She was supposed to stop
working a week ago.

Get ready for the baby.

She was pregnant?

Due Wednesday.

Looks like sugar.

It's silver flash powder.

Packed into a galvanized steel pipe,
it makes one hell of a b*mb.

Al-Qaeda uses pipe bombs.

Yes, but this looks like
a cheap digital timer.

Not very accurate.

Most likely domestic.

Americans attacking Americans.

I think I found something that
might be of interest to you people.

End caps. Must've used more than
one pipe to create the b*mb.

Based on their diameter,

I'd say each pipe was
at least two inches wide.

You know your stuff.

Well, I'd be happy to
help out today, if uh...

We've set up command
on the platform.

We have enough
to recreate the b*mb?

Computer'll fill in the blanks.

Nigel, you want
to give me a hand?

Oh.

She looks full term.

Just when you thought
it couldn't get any worse.

Hmm. She's the last one.

Help me get her
into a body bag.

If that doesn't make you want
to down a bottle of Scotch,

I don't know what will.

I didn't take a drink.

Hmm.

Are you saying I wanted to?

Don't tell me you weren't tempted.

Even if I was,
I didn't take a drink.

Let's get this one into autopsy.

They don't need to see this.

Allison?

Charlie wasn't at the hospital.

He hates getting
his picture taken.

Every year for school photos,
getting dressed up.

Mmm. But he did it anyway.

Because he knew
it meant a lot to me.

Well, we'll do our best
to make a photo ID,

but if we can't,

we'll need a sample of Charlie's DNA.

Oh.

The hospital should still
have a sample of his blood.

He's been battling cancer
for about a year and a half, and, uh,

just went into remission last month.

I wasn't gonna let him
go on this field trip.

But he really wanted to.

And, you know,
I figured he'd...

well, he'd missed
so much school, and...

He didn't have that many friends.

You... you shouldn't be alone right now.

Is there anybody
I can call for you?

Uh, Charlie's father?

Oh! No.

No, he left us
when Charlie was a baby.

When Charlie was
diagnosed with cancer,

I promised him

that we were gonna get
through it together.

I'm so sorry.

He b*at cancer.
He b*at it.

I mean, why would God
give him back to me

only just to take him
away like this?

Boy, I'd sure like to hear
your answer to that one.

I didn't have one.

Bad things happen.

I stopped asking why
a long time ago.

So how's your love life these days?
Are you seeing anyone?

Are you asking me out, Howard?

I'll take that as a no.

And what about your father?

How's he doing?

Um, I'm sorry.

What does any of this
have to do with the bombing?

I'm just making conversation.

You don't just make conversation.

We took statements from
the transit workers on shift today.

No one saw any suspicious activity.

Did you get anything off
the surveillance footage?

Their system's more archaic
than my grandmother's millimeter.

It only captures one frame
every seconds.

That's plenty of time for someone
to slip under the tracks unnoticed.

Homeland Security is sending over
their domestic terrorism watch list.

Hey, when I was
reconstructing the b*mb

I made an interesting discovery.

The timer was faulty.

Did we get anything out of BATS?

- No, it's still running.
- BATS?

The b*mb and Arson Tracking System.

It's the most comprehensive
b*mb database known to man.

Every time we find
a new expl*sive device

we run it though the database
to try to find a match.

So if our guy
is a repeat offender...

He'll be in the system.

Looks like we have
a virgin on our hands.

First timer.

Homeland Security
just sent this over.

An anonymous letter claiming
responsibility for today's bombing.

How do we know it's legitimate?

Trace amounts of silver
flash powder on it.

Anything else on it?

No prints, no DNA,
but according to this note,

there's a third b*mb out there.

"Look how easy it was for me
to detonate three bombs today.

Homeland Security must do
better to protect the people

of this country from t*rrorists.

Even four years after / ,
we're still not safe."

He blows up a train full
of kids to make a point?

He's no better than al-Qaeda.

And no clue where the third b*mb is
or even when it's gonna go off.

Considering the first two bombs
were in the transit system,

it's likely
the third one is as well.

But at this point,
I'm not ruling anything out.

We'll check and see if any other
stations are under construction.

Maybe that's how
he's gaining access.

With any luck, we'll be able to find
that third b*mb before it goes off.

You're just gonna wait for me
to say something, aren't you?

I'm just not as interesting
as you are, am I?

All I can say is that there's
no excuse for what happened.

Well, you don't actually think
you could've prevented it, do you?

I should've tried harder.

From all accounts, on that day
you went above and beyond.

It wasn't enough.

Finally.

That's the root of the problem.

Yeah, that's her.

That's Carrie.

Mr. Hartzman, is there
anyone we can call for you?

No. Um...

Our families live in Seattle.
They, uh...

were gonna come in next week.

For the baby.

Did you have a name
picked out for your son?

Not yet.

Why?

Uh, I'm sorry to bring
this up now, but...

We need a name for
the fetal death certificate.

Carrie wanted to wait...

till we saw him.

I think he should see his son.

What are you talking about?

You have to remove
the baby anyway.

Why not let Mr. Hartzman see him?

It's a bad idea.

The baby is full term, Garret.

That's not the point.

He needs to see his son
to name him.

It'll make the baby real for him.

It'll help him
deal with the loss.

His son is dead, Lily.

He's never gonna
get to know him.

Seeing that baby will
only make him feel worse.

You don't know that.

Parents of stillborn children are
encouraged to hold their babaies.

It's proven to help them grieve.

She is the grief counselor.

I wasn't trying to tell her
how to do her job.

Then why the strong objection?

The man had just ID'ed
his dead pregnant wife.

He didn't need to see that baby
to understand what he'd lost.

You see this? You see this
flat surface right here?

That only happen if
the train skids to a stop.

Someone pulled the emergency break.

They must've seen
something on the tracks

and tried to stop the train.

Whoever pulled this cord is the closest
thing we've got to an eyewitness.

Assuming they didn't
die in the crash.

Well, I've got a partial.

Good. Let's get it
to the morgue.

Some survivors are
still being held at triage

until we get their statements.
We'll talk to them,

see if anybody can tell us
who pulled this cord.

Lu?

I can't do this.

What are your talking about?

I'm taking myself off the case.

- What?
- I'm sorry.

One shrinks to another,

I'd say we're dealing with
a classic case of avoidance.

I'm not trying to avoid anything.

Avoidance and denial.

This is worse than I thought.

Now, it says here
you took yourself off the case.

That's right.

Well, you've worked
mass fatalities before.

Was it the kids that got to you?

They got to everybody.

Yes, but you were
the only one who ran away.

Well, I read in your file
that you moved here from Virginia.

That's a beautiful state.

Beautiful beaches.

Why did you leave?

Boston P.D. made me a great offer.

Really? They just...

recruited you out of the blue?

I applied for the job.

Oh.

I understand you were
on the first track in Virginia.

One of the youngest detectives
in your department.

Why would you want
to leave all that?

Personal reasons.

Mr. Hewitt, are you sure
you didn't see anything on the tracks?

Why did you pull
the emergency cord?

All those kids.

Dead.

Some of the other
passengers on the train

identified you as the one
who pulled the brake.

Do you remember doing it?

The b*mb went off.

The pregnant lady was screaming.

What happened to her?

She didn't make it.

I'm sorry.

- Neil?
- Yes, sir.

Let's get him to a hospital.

So much for that.

One of the transit
workers back there said

he saw a suspicious-looking guy

hanging around
the station last night.

Let's get a sketch artist down here.

Hey, Jordan, that kid
you were looking for,

Charlie Cohen, he's not here.

What do you mean?

I ran his DNA against
all the kids in the morgue

and double-checked
at the hospital, too,

and there's no sign of him.

He couldn't have just disappeared.

Well, how do we know

he even got on the train
in the first place?

We need to go through
those personal belongings.

Charlie's jacket.

So he was on the train.

He must've run off before
the rescue teams arrived.

There's some blood on it.

Charlie's out there somewhere
and he's injured.

We gotta find him.

You should go home in case
Charlie shows up there.

I'll call you as soon as
I know anything.

Thank you so much.

I promise you.
We're gonna find your son.

Thanks.

Jordan, what the hell
are you doing?

It's not our job
to find Charlie Cohen.

Just leave it to the police.

The police are busy
looking for t*rrorists.

A missing -year-old boy
is not gonna be their top priority.

And it is not ours, either.

We have a crypt full of kids
that need to be autopsied.

And we will get to them.

We don't have time to go running off
looking for some kid

who probably doesn't
even need our help.

It was a difficult day.
I was under a lot of stress.

Stress. Huh.

There's that word again.

I'm not normally one
to cr*ck under pressure. I...

I guess I've changed.

Why do you suppose that is?

Evolution.

Nothing can stay the same forever.

The Danaus plexippus.

The Monarch Butterfly.

Its name literally means
"sleepy transformation."

It spends half of its life
as a caterpillar

with a limited view of the world.

But then... it turns into
a beautiful butterfly.

And with the gift of flight,

a whole new world
opens up to it.

It... sees things...

feels things it never
knew existed before.

But not all of it is good.

Can't change back
into a caterpillar.

But I wonder if

there are moments
when it wishes that it could.

Nigel, we've checked out
miles of track.

Still no sign of that third b*mb.

Any luck with that witness?

The guy she saw on the tracks

turned out to be
a construction worker.

We've ruled him out
as a suspect.

You get anythng from
those b*mb fragments.

No DNA or prints.

I did, however, find trace elements
of lubricant on the blast caps.

Lubricant?

Yeah.

See, the blast caps
have to be screwed

very, very delicately
onto the ends of the pipe.

Any kind of heat
or friction and... boom!

It could go off in your hands.

Don't want that to happen.

Hence the lubricant.

In case, our bomber used petroleum.

Very specific kind of petroleum

only used in
hyraulic microscopes.

Find out who has access
to the microscopes,

we make a list of suspects.

Once again,
lubricant saves the day.

She looked at me like
I was an insensitive clod.

Hmm.

Federal agents tend to
take their jobs very seriously.

Well, so do I. A lot of
people d*ed that day.

I wasn't taking that lightly.

And yet you felt
the need to make jokes.

Do you remember...

remember that episode
of Mary Tyler Moore?

The one where
Chuckles the Clown d*ed?

During a parade,
he was dressed as a peanut,

and he got trampled by elephants.

Is that the one?

Exactly.
The funeral was a somber affair.

It was very serious.
And right in the middle of it,

Mary starts to laugh.

And she tries to stop, but...

She can't help herself.

So what you're trying to say is
you're Mary Tyler Moore.

When things get tense,

I feel the need to try to...
to lighten the mood.

There's nothing wrong with that.

Humor is a perfectly healthy
way to relieve stress.

Why, I've been knows to cr*ck
a joke or two myself on a rough day.

Yeah? Did you hear the one
about the two psychiatrists

who passed each other in the hall?

One guy says hello.

The other thinks,
"I wonder what he meant by that."

You might want to work
on your timing.

Wow.

Yeah.

He's perfect.

Have you changed your mind about
letting Mr. Hartzman see him?

No.

Garret, he needs to see his son.

Has he asked to see him?

- No, but...
- Then leave it alone.

You're wrong about this.

Say, how's your daughter
doing these days?

She's fine.

She still in rehab?

Where you going with this, Howard?

Well, you know,

you once told me that...

after Abby was born
she spent several day in the NICU.

What are you, an elephant?

And I was just wondering.
I mean, at that time,

did you hold her?

Did you bond with her?

What does this have to do
with the Hartzman baby?

If you keep answering
a question with a question,

we're gonna be here all day...

What do you want
from me, Howard?

Well, A, that's another question.

B,

why didn't you hold your daughter?

I couldn't.

Why not?

I don't know. I think...

I think I was afraid.

Afraid? Of what?

- Like I said, I don't know.
- Oh, yes, you do.

What were you afraid of?

Being a father?

Getting too attached?

I was afraid she'd die, too.

What do you mean "too"?
Who else d*ed?

Abby's twin brother.

You had a son?

Yeah.

He was a lot smaller than Abby.

Weighted less than
two pounds and...

d*ed in about six hours.

Maggie and I never told
anynoe, not even Abby.

Hey, Lu. Lu!

What's going on?
I left you like three messages.

You okay?

I'm fine.

You seemed a little
freaked out this morning.

I'm fine now.

All right, well, listen.

If you ever want to talk...
about anythng,

I'm a pretty good listener.

Thanks. Thanks.

So you were still tracking down
the bomber at that point.

Yeah.

And yet you took time
in the middle of all that

to check on Detective Simmons?

It was a tough day.
I was worried about her.

Are you two seeing one another?

Me and Lu? No.

Are you seeing anyone?

I don't know if you'd call it
"seeing each other."

Oh! What would you call it?

What's right in between
frustrating and weird?

Sounds complicated.

Anyone I know?

I, uh, tested the blood
we found on Charlie's jacket.

DNA's a match.

Hey, I found this
in Charlie's pocket.

What is it?

Well, it's pretty water damaged,

but you can still make out
most of the words.

Looks like a poem.

Yeah.

"Gloom Angel of death
How fiercely you pursue me

From a proud tower in the town

Death looks gigantically down"

Sounds familiar.

I can't really make out
the rest of it.

Hey, could you run this through
the electrostatic machine?

Try to restore
the rest of the poem.

Sure.

Thanks.

I mean, on a day

when so many innocent people
were m*rder*d,

the Jordan Cavanaugh
I know would've channeled

all her energy into finding
the person responsible.

But it wasn't my job
to find the bomber.

Well, it wasn't your job to look for
Charlie Cohen either, and yet you...

You made it your personal
mission to do that.

Now, why?

Well, he was... he was hurt.

He needed my help.

You think that was
the only reason?

Greene!

There are five
hydraulic microscopes in Boston.

Four prominent universities.

One at the Bayview Research Center.

How many people have access?

Over , , but Nigel is
cross-referencing those names

with the list
Homeland Security sent over.

Lucky for us they keep tabs
on certain b*mb-making websites.

People who visit those sites
are automatically flagged.

We've got some possibilities.

Greg Hewitt.

He's the one who pulled
the emergency break.

Are you sure you're up for this?

I'm sure.

He's beautiful.

Yes.

He is.

Isaac.

His name is Isaac.

The son of Abraham.
Do you know that story?

From the Bible? Sure.

God asked Abraham to sacrifice
his only son, Isaac.

So Abrahamn marches him up
to the top of the mountain,

he lays him down on the altar,

and he's just about
to slit his throat

when God says, "Don't do it!"

I never understood that story.

It just seems like God
has a cruel sense of humor.

It was a test of faith.

Abraham was gonna
k*ll his only son.

What kind of... heartless
person would do that?

It's not about being heartless.

It's about putting
your feelings aside

to do what needs to be done.

I didn't cry that day.

Not once.

People were depending on you.

You had to be strong.

When I first started this job,
I cried all the time.

Seeing people in so much pain
my heart would... break for them.

That day, over people d*ed.

Kids.

That baby.

I watched Mr. Hartzman
hold his dead son,

and I couldn't
muster up a few tears.

What's wrong with me?

Greg Hewitt's a grad
student at Harvard.

Squeaky clean.
Not even a parking ticket.

No wonder he never
showed up on our radar.

Keep digging. I want to know everything
there is to know about this guy.

Oh, damn it.

Hewitt's gone. He checked himself
out of the hospital an hour ago.

City's in lockdown.
He won't get far.

I put out an APB and get
a warrant for his place.

Hey, guys, you might want
to take a look at this.

Hewitt's wife was k*lled
in the London bombing last year.

They were on their honeymoon.

His note said
he didn't feel safe.

Now we know why.

Yeah, Charlie Cohen. He was
reproted missing a couple hours ago.

Yes, I know there was
a bombing this morning.

This kid was actually
injured in it.

Yeah, well, thanks for nothing.

Hey, Bug, any luck
with that poem?

Yeah. That line
that sounded familiar.

"From a proud tower in the town

Death looks gigantically down."

Mm-hmm. / It's a quote
from Edgar Allan Poe.

Wow. Somebody was paying
attention in English Lit.

I looked it up on the Internet.

But I found something
else on the paper.

Coloring with traces of copper.

Like pipes?

Yeah, but I also found
traces of lead and nickel.

Like coins in a fountain?

That's what I was thinking.

Maybe that's where Charlie
goes to write his poetry.

Are there any public fountains
near his home or school?

On a day like today,

that would be a good place
to go and find some solace.

And inspiration.
Look, Cambridge Court.

There's a fountain
right by the building

where Edgar Allen Poe was born.

Hewitt hasn't been back here.

We need to set up road blocks
within a -mile radius.

We can't let this guy
get out of the city.

I got something. Blueprints
of the entire transit system.

The third b*mb's near
Stockton Station. Let's go.

Come on, guy, let's move!

Hey, there's someone down there!

Hewitt!

Stay back!

Step away from the b*mb now!

Don't sh**t.

Enough people have d*ed today, Hewitt.

Just step away.

It's gonna go off
in less than two minutes.

- I gotta disarm it.
- Disarm it?

Clear the tunnel now!

Stay back!

Okay. We're just gonna talk.

All right?
I'm putting my g*n down.

Hoyt!

I know why you're doing this.

I know what happened
to your wife and...

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to hurt anybody.

Just the tracks.
Not the train.

The timer didn't work.

The b*mb went off when
it wasn't supposed to.

I panicked.
I tried to stop it.

That's why you pulled
the emergency brake.

Too late.

The train hit the b*mb.

All of those kids.

We gotta get out of here.

It's okay, it's okay.

Just come with us.

You got just seconds.
Just go.

It's too late.

I'm not leaving you down here.

- Hoyt!
- It's too late.

- Go!
- Come on!

I should've been able to save him.

The man was responsible for
the deaths of over human beings.

Most people would probably say
he got what he deserved.

Yeah, I guess.

Did you feel sorry for him?

How could I?
He was a bad guy, right?

You feel guilty because
you couldn't save him?

I feel guilty about
a lot of things.

Hannah, um...

She was when my sister
had another baby.

And Hannah was feeling
kind of neglected.

So I decided that I was
gonna take her to the mall.

You know, just the two of us.
Girls' day out.

We bought new clothes,
and we went to the movies,

and we ate junk food.

We were about five blocks
from the house

when the car hit us.

And she, um,

d*ed...

right in front of me.

I'm so sorry.

My sister never blamed me.

I'm sorry, but...

every time I saw her...

So that's why I moved here.

When I saw that little girl,
she just... the braids.

They were just like Hannah's.

I'm really sorry.

It's okay. Come here.

It's okay.

Charlie?

Charlie, you okay?

Hey.

Hey.

Hey, I'm Jordan.

Mind if look at your cut?

I'm a doctor.

Okay.

Hey, it's not too bad.

Are you hurt anywhere else?

Well, good.

Does my mom know I'm here?

Yeah, she's on her way.

Why'd you tell her?

She's not mad at you, Charlie.

She just wants you
to come home.

I should've d*ed on that train.

Don't say that.

It would've been better that way.

Your mom loves you
more than anything.

Do you know how lucky you are
to have someone like that in your life?

When I was sick,

my mom would cry every day.

She'd to hide it from me,

but I could tell.

Charlie, that's all in the past.

I've been feeling sick.

Like before.

I couldn't tell Mom.

My cancer's back.

I know it.

You don't have cancer, Charlie.

How do you know?

Because we found
your jacket on the train.

It had some blood on it
from your cut.

We tested it.

Your T-cell count is fine.

Are you sure?

Positive.

You're gonna be okay.

Charlie!

Charlie.

Charlie.

A happy ending in the
middle of all that tragedy.

Must've felt good.

Yeah, it did.

Wow. You're so convincing.

You know, there's still
one thing I don't understand.

Why you found it so necessary
to find that boy?

Oh.

He and his mom had already
been through so much.

You know.

And all they had was each other.

That's a very special bond.

To love someone so unconditionally.

And to know that
they love you back.

Must've made you think
about your own life.

So, is this the part
where I admit to you

how I go home to an empty
apartment every night?

No family. No pets.

I don't have a plant.

Well, life's an awful lot simpler

if you have yourself
to worry about.

Maybe... life's not supposed
to be that simple.

Do you regret the choices
that you made?

We didn't even name him.

After he d*ed, we just
pretended he never existed.

Don't you think you're
being too hard on yourself?

It shouldn't be that easy to
just check my feelings at the door.

What are you really afraid of?

What if I'm getting
too good at this job?

Being good at your job. That's...

nothing to feel guilty about.

It's not just the kiss.

Ever since it happened,

I can't stop thinking about her.

I felt safe talking to him.

I haven't felt that way
in a long time.

Once you've opened that door,
there's no going back.

You can't pick and choose which
emotions you're gonna feel.

And without the bad ones,

you can't appreciated the good.

Is that trite?

I hope not.

He said, "Yeah, but what
I really wanted is a inch ??"

I'm glad to see you

took something positive
away from that day.

There's, um,

a plaque on the wall of the morgue
as you walk in.

Um, it's in Latin.

Uh, "Hic Locus est ubi

mors gaudet succurrere vitae."

"This is a place

where death is happy
to help the living."

And here I thought it meant
"Emplyees must wash their hands."

Being surrounded by death

must remind you
how valuable life is.

Every day, Howard.

Every day.