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Look at this.
How do they always get here before we do?

Police band radios.

That was a rhetorical question, David.
I didn't really expect an answer.

You know me, Curtis. I think most of them
would look better in plastic zipper suits.

Did you bring the smoke?

No, I figured something like fingerprints
we could just guess.

Yeah, I brought the smoke.

What I can tell you is,
we've got a multiple homicide.

No suspects are in custody
at the present time.

Kevin, you want the statement?

Forensics has given us a significant lead,
which we are investigating.

That's all for now.

I'm sorry. That's it.

Glad you could join us.

Your boss is already in there
shuffling around, scratching his ass,

praying for divine inspiration.

- What's the lead?
- Who said we had a lead?

You did.
You said Forensics gave you a lead.

What am I supposed to say, Dave?

The ME can't find anything, so we had
to bring in his brilliant assistant?

If it ain't Count fucking Dracula.

- Give it a rest, Stew.
- Still not talking?

You'll like it in there, Doc.
It's your kind of party.

Her name's Donna Berman,
a student at the Seattle Art Institute.

Fucking shame.

We got that guy,
we got two bods in the back.

Here we got Mr. Wu,
and back here is Mr. Chang.

Hi, Michael.

David.

It's provocative, isn't it?

The position of the bodies
indicates two shooters,

one by the counter, the other by the door.

Wounds look like.45s.
Probably a failed stick-up.

Judging from the holes in the wall and the
blood splatter, I'd say it was a Magnum.

My guess, a.357.

If it was a stick-up,
the perp wasn't looking for money.

- How do you know that?
- Look.

Okay, I'd like a full report
on my desk by 9:00 a.m.

I have a press conference at 10:00.
You got that?

Yeah, okay.

- Good night.
- See you tomorrow.

All right.

Let's smoke it.

That's good with the smoke, thank you.

Here we go. Right here.

This one's been wiped.

Let's do an inventory,
and find out what was in these drawers.

Harold, inventory of the drawer, please.

Try drugs, Doc. It's a fucking drug store.

Drug store hit by a junkie.
Who would have thought?

Pretty fancy forensic work.

Thank you, Stewart.

When Dick Tracy's done in there, lock it up.

David, I found a candy bar. It's a PayDay.

No prints, but the bite mark's not bad.

What?

You think there's a connection?

Absolutely. Do a 48-hour
rush DNA analysis on the candy bar.

- What am I going to tell Stratton?
- Nothing.

You know what that's gonna cost?
He'll see the paperwork.

Just tell him it's routine.
He won't know the difference.

When I get fired,
will you visit me at the homeless shelter?

Curtis, help me out, please.

Okay? Please.

- All right.
- Thank you.

This is a photo from tonight's pharmacy,
and this is one from Mary's office. Look.

- What's your point?
- The pharmacy shooter could be my guy.

How many guys do you know
that twist up a matchbook like this?

Look at it.

It's 4:30 in the fucking morning,
and I've been up for 18 hours.

- What do you want me to do?
- I want you to question him about my wife.

That's it?

Yeah.

Well, you got it. I want
to get this guy, too.

I know it's been hard on you, Dave.

But sometimes you just gotta let things go.

I can't, Don.

Thanks.

We'll get this guy.

- Is that it, Daddy?
- Let me see.

Yes, that's where I grew up.

Right over here is where
I went to high school, Garfield High.

- Same high school as Jimi Hendrix.
- Who's Jimi Hendrix?

Did Mommy go to
Garfield High School, too?

No.

She went to high school up north,
next to the university.

- Is that where she became a lawyer?
- Yes.

I want to be a lawyer, just like Mommy.

I thought you wanted to be a doctor,
like me.

No. Lawyers make more money.

- They do, do they?
- Yes, they do.

What about you, Cara?
What do you want to be?

I don't know. Can we go? It's cold up here.

Okay.

- Did you have a good time?
- Yeah.

- How about you, Cara?
- It was okay, I guess.

Cara! Lindy! Over here.

Bye, Dad. We're going ice-skating tonight.

Don't I get a kiss?

Sorry.

- I love you.
- I love you, too.

- See you next week?
- Okay.

Gotta go.

Look what Dad got me.

- I get the front seat.
- No, you don't.

You get in the back, you get in the front.

- Sheila.
- You forgot.

The Wahlic Foundation, for dinner,
we had a date?

Yeah, I did.

The next logical step for me was transfer.

My original thesis of transferring
intelligence was quite simple.

The implications are obvious,

helping the mentally impaired
or those with learning disabilities.

Of course, who wouldn't want a piece
of Einstein's brain power.

To date I've made successful transfers
of neuroelectrical impulses.

Of course, it's impossible
to get into the mind of rab lats.

I mean, lab rats.

But my findings show
that they respond to the memory

of certain incidents more than others.

To us these would be things like

your first date, your first kiss,
or your first car wreck.

Events or traumas in our lives
that are so powerful

they are unforgettable.

Excuse me.

What are you having?

A Maker's Mark.

- Maker's Mark and a mineral water, please.
- On ice.

I hadn't thought about
my first date in years.

- Sorry?
- Your speech.

First date, first kiss.

You were listening.
I thought I put the room to sleep.

It wasn't you. I think people tend to drink
more than usual at these kinds of dinners.

They want to get their money's worth.
Thank you.

And you?

I'm actually very interested in your work.

- Really?
- Yeah.

I'm glad I got a chance to meet you.
My name's David.

Martha. You're a neuroscientist?

No, I was a closet microbiologist in school.

- So you've really transferred memory?
- In lab rats, yes.

- Really? How?
- Excuse me.

They're going over to Cutter's
for a nightcap. Are you ready?

- Yeah, I'll be right with you.
- Okay.

I'm sorry.

I've gotta go.

I'd love to know more about your work.
Can I call you?

Sure, if you want.

Or you can stop by the university.
I'm there every day.

- Great. How about tomorrow?
- Tomorrow?

In the morning I'm free.

- 9:00 a.m.?
- That's great.

Great. Thanks a lot.

I look forward to talking with you.
Good night.

What's he like?

- He's just interested in the work.
- Sure he is.

That's what he said.

- You know who it is, don't you?
- No, I've never seen him before.

It's Dr. Krane. The medical examiner
who murdered his wife.

They all but caught that guy
crushing her skull in.

If the police hadn't botched the case,
he'd be on death row by now.

He seemed like a nice guy.

I'm sure he is. But if you go out with him,
make sure you wear a crash helmet.

Good morning.

Hi, Dr. Krane.

- You're early.
- I couldn't wait.

Do you still have time?

Sure.

- Do you need a hand?
- No.

Maybe it's easier if I just show you.

Great.

Good morning, Zelda.

Ready?

Animal rights people know about you?

As you know, Dr. Krane,
neuropeptides mediate...

David.

Neuropeptides mediate memory storage
and retrieval in the brain.

In theory a person's thought and memory
is contained in his cerebral spinal fluid.

- The CSF.
- Right.

But if you injected CSF,
you wouldn't see a thing. Why?

Because there's no starter,
there's no primer.

I started thinking about neuroactive drugs,
like norepinephrine and adrenaline.

They'd increase the brain's sensitivity
during memory retrieval.

Very good.

Hence, your starter.

Exactly.

This is it. My transfer formula.

It's a combination of norepinephrine,
a GABA inhibitor

and a few other things.

When injected, the brain experiences
these new memory impulses

as if they were its own.

For these impulses to be triggered,
the brain requires an outside stimulant,

such as a sight, sound, or smell
that's familiar to the other brain's memory.

This rat isn't familiar with the maze,
as you just saw.

This is CSF
from a rat who knows the maze.

By injecting this CSF into this rat, he
should be able to run the maze perfectly.

- And the cat is...
- The outside stimulant.

It's there to make the memory more vivid.

Yes.

It has an 80% success rate.

- When do you start human trials?
- That's a long way off.

Why?

There are a few complications,

not to mention
about seven years' worth of paperwork.

What kind of complications?

Like the norepinephrine
stimulates the heart.

Heart rate and blood pressure
of all the rats increased.

- Unfortunately, 30% of them...
- Had heart attacks.

Can't reduce the dosage.

Anything that would inhibit the side effects
would also inhibit the memory retrieval.

What about taking nitroglycerine?

It might solve the short-term problems,

but you'd still run the risk
of long-term damage to the heart.

CSF is routinely taken in all autopsies.

I know.

Every forensic pathologist has at least
one or two cases that can't be solved.

I have a class in 10 minutes.

I'd be willing to try it.

Excuse me.

I'm just as curious as the next scientist,
but that would be completely irresponsible.

This is not what I set out to do. It's a
byproduct, I'd like to keep it that way.

Okay.

Thanks a lot for your time.
I appreciate it, Dr. Briggs.

Good luck with everything.

Thanks.

- Good morning, George.
- Morning, Dr. Krane.

- How are you?
- Fine, thank you.

- Is that from the pharmacy?
- Yeah.

Nasty. I heard he shot a girl in the face.
Is that true?

A real model citizen.

- Dr. Krane?
- Yeah, George?

I was just checking some numbers.

- It's cold in here. I could lend you a coat.
- No, I'm done.

Mary?

You'll never catch me alive.

That we've exchanged this day.

Now, by the power that's vested in me
by the state and the church...

Dr. Krane.

- Are you okay?
- Yes, I'm fine.

Do you mind if I don't sign in?
I'm onto something.

You know I can't do that.

Look.

Just help me out here.

- Is that what I think it is?
- Yeah.

I could take a lot of heat for that.

Only if somebody finds out. And they're
not going to find out unless you tell them.

Come on, please.

I gotta visit the head.

Anybody shows, you're on your own.

Thanks.

No, his face is too round.

It was much more narrow.

Don't worry.
Focus on the eyes and the rest will follow.

They don't seem right either. They're too...

Let me just...

The eyes are much more like this.

There. Those are the eyes.

I didn't know you could draw.

Donna Berman. Seattle Art Institute.

Thanks, Jeff.

Watch this.

Are you okay?

You're bleeding.

Maybe you should see a doctor.

Could you send that out for an ID?

Are you kidding?
I could book him on the Queen Mary.

Gone.

Thanks.

I'm missing a vial of my formula,
and I know you have it.

I was gonna call you.

- Where is it?
- Just wait.

- You've had nosebleeds?
- Hi, Dr. Stratton.

Avery tells me you haven't finished
the pharmacy paperwork.

I'm running a little late.

- I need it on my desk by noon.
- Okay.

It works.

It was the most amazing thing
I ever experienced.

I took the nitroglycerine orally to counter
the side effects of the norepinephrine.

Where is it?

I used it all.

Twelve cc's?

Yeah.

I trusted you.
You had no right to take it from me!

You're right.
I took something, and I'm sorry.

But look what I've given you in return.
Your first human trial.

Who do you think you are?

You could have died. You had no right.

Aren't you even the least bit curious?

You created something incredible.
Do you know what I saw?

It's not what you thought.
It's not like memory.

It's more than that.
It was like a raw experience.

Like the past is present.
Like I was actually there.

Do you know murders can be solved?

Questions can be answered.

This is about your wife, isn't it?

You took her CSF, didn't you?

You have no idea
what you've done to yourself.

I have no idea. I haven't even completed
side-effect research on my rats.

I'm telling you that your formula works,
and you're talking to me about rats.

Okay.

I want you in my lab.

I need full blood work,
an EKG, full respiratory.

And a brain scan wouldn't be a bad idea,
just to make sure you have one.

It's not funny.

All right, I'll be by this afternoon.
Let me just finish this paperwork.

How about right now, Doctor?

No bruits. Regular rate and rhythm.

No murmurs, rubs or extra heart sounds.

And the lungs are clear.

There's been some damage.

I can live with that.

You can live with that? You've done
significant damage to your heart.

It's my heart.

It's my experiment.
If somebody finds out about this...

You're right. I'm sorry.

If there was another way,
I would have done it.

But what's done is done.

- Nobody will find out unless you tell them.
- Or unless you die.

I'm not gonna die.

Even if I did, they'd never link it to you.

Most MEs won't find foreign matter
unless they're told to look for it.

I can keep a secret, can you?

- Where's your phone?
- In there.

Avery, it's me.

They already found a match
on your drawing.

This equipment is incredible.

- What's his name?
- Eddie Dutton.

This guy has a lovely résumé.
Listen to this.

Drugs, grand theft, aggravated assault.

They even tried to nail him on those
contract hits in Chinatown last year.

What's his last known address?

25 Hastings, Dodson Hotel.
He lived with his girlfriend.

Okay. Call Bresler and tell him
that Dutton is the pharmacy shooter.

What should I say when he stops laughing?

Tell him you ID'd him from the candy bar.

But I haven't. We're waiting to hear.

Please, you've gotta help me out.

Look, that's not confirmed. I can't put my...

Please, just do it for me.

All right, David.

But this time it's your ass.

I gotta go.

- No, you don't.
- I've got work to do.

You're not leaving my sight
for the next 48 hours.

I can't stay here.

Okay, I'll go with you.

- No.
- Yes.

Wait a minute.

You're the one who made yourself
part of my experiment.

I don't have time for this.

If you leave without me,
I'll call the police.

- Must you drive so fast?
- Yes.

It's part of my job.

1:00 p.m. Subject appears irritable,
anxious and tense.

- Stay with the car.
- Where are you going?

Hang on.

- Are you the manager?
- Yeah.

I'm with the Seattle
Medical Examiner's Office.

I'm looking for a guy named Eddie Dutton.

- Do you know where I could find him?
- Are you a cop?

No, I'm with the Seattle...

Damn it.

What are you staring at?

Fucking fag.
What are you looking at me like that for?

Are you a pretty boy?

Get out of here, you fucking...

Sorry.

David, you have to stop!

- Your heart! It's extremely weak.
- Get lost!

You have to stop.

Shit.

What the fuck do you think you're doing?
Get out of the fucking truck.

- You fucked up my car.
- I'm sorry. It was just an accident.

You can't see a fucking parked car
on the street?

I said I was sorry.
What do you want me to do?

- Are you okay?
- Get your fucking wallet out of the car.

- Martha Briggs.
- Fuck you.

Okay.

- You are fucking lucky.
- Move the car!

We know the way we would like to reason,

but all too often it leads to change.

And it's how we react to this change...

Let him go!

Put him down.

Put him down!

Back off right now, or I'm going to cut him.

Please, he's only a child.

Back off!

You don't think I'll cut him?

I'll fucking cut him like a fish.

Right through the guts, man. Back off.

Call the dogs off, man.

Fuck off! Back up!

Put the knife down.

Call your dogs off right now,
or I'm going to cut him.

Please, put the gun down.

Yeah, put the gun down. Come on, man.

Put the gun down now!

Put them down!

- What's it gonna be?
- Take it easy.

I don't give a fuck anymore.
Get me a car, or this boy is gonna die.

Stop moving, man.

Back up, man.

Nobody's listening to me! Back up!

Put the kid down.

I'm gonna run this boy.

Eddie.

No!

Get off!

Stay back. Nobody move!

Shit.

Jesus, Krane! What are you doing here?

I was following a lead.

Lead?

You're way out of bounds, Krane.
This isn't the fucking Coroner's Office.

Get up! Tell me that again.

I was following a lead.
He was getting away. That's his gun.

Is that right? I think you've seen
one too many episodes of Quincy.

It's over.

Keep this up, you'll get yourself killed.

Is that the guy?

I guess I'll never know.

Get this guy out of here.

Are you all right?

David?

Could we talk?

- Could you excuse us, please?
- I'll wait outside.

You went behind my back
for the saliva test.

It's not even back yet,
and you've already ID'd a suspect.

You want to explain that to me?

You want to explain it to the DA?

Neither do I.

Excuse me, Dr. Krane.

- Did you see Stratton?
- Yeah.

- Well, what happened?
- He fired me.

Fired you?

- Where's the car?
- It's around the corner.

I don't know what happened. Someone
must have shown him the paperwork.

- Dr. Avery, we're ready.
- One second.

I warned you about this.

Sorry about your job,
but you've been putting my job on the line.

I mean, look at this.

I think you could use the time off.

Thanks.

- What are we doing here?
- I have to pick up a few things.

- Can't it wait?
- No.

Aren't you tired?

No.

Do you want to follow me in here, too,
or wait in my office?

No, I'll wait in your office.

- First hall on the left.
- I know, I remember.

Don Bresler, please.

Karen, could you replace
the blade on the saw?

It's a little dull from this morning.

Bresler's on 2, he wants to talk to you.

What are you doing here?
You wanna get fired twice in one day?

I just came in to pick up a few things.
He's on 2.

- What does he want?
- I don't know.

He wanted to talk to the lead coroner.
That's you, isn't it?

Yeah.

I'll take the call in my office.
Get that blade, please.

Yes, Doctor.

No, wait. I didn't call
Bresler, he called me.

That's what he said.

Yes, I'll hold.

Thanks, I really appreciate it.
And I'll try to be back by Monday, okay?

Okay. Thanks. Bye.

No, I think I've done enough.

You know what?
Just tell him, if he needs me, I'm here.

It's Dr. Curtis Avery. Yes. Thank you.

Ridiculous.

Perfect.

- Found it.
- It's not on yet?

Are you ready?

3:14. Subject still engaged
in high level of activity.

Typically, my rats nap very heavily in
the first 48 hours following an injection.

I wonder if this is an effect of combining
the norepinephrine and nitro.

You're not the least bit tired?

Now that you mention it,
I could use some sleep.

Where can I drop you off?

How about your house?

You want to come to my house?

Just in case you die,
I'd rather you not do it on my couch.

Aren't you thoughtful?

I see you here, and I want you.
I'm gonna fuck you.

Fuck you!

Come on.

My God.

The nitro. Where's the nitro?

Open your mouth.

He didn't kill her. Somebody else killed her.

You have to stop. You can't do this!

Come here.

I was passed out 76 feet away
from my wife when she was murdered.

Right here. Dead drunk.

Do you know what it's like
to live with that?

I can't even take my kids to the store.
People are whispering and staring at me.

My own kids are starting to think
that I did it.

I'm not going to stop
until I catch the guy that killed my wife.

And I'm not going to stop until I get...

God damn it, Eddie.

You stupid little jerk.

What is it?

Stupid mutt.

It's the dog. He's killing him.

David, stay with me. Stay here.

Dutton's memory.

Look at me.

Look at the picture, David.

Go on. Tell me about Mary and the kids.

She was the best thing
that ever happened to me.

Tell me about her.

We were arguing for months.

It was my fault.

My drinking was out of control.

One night I just lost it.

I started smashing things.

I apologized, but...

Things were never the same after that.

The day before she died,

she said that we had to talk.

She said we had to start taking
responsibility for our relationship.

I figured she wanted a divorce,

so I went out and got drunk.

I should have been there for her.

She never had the chance
to tell me she was five weeks pregnant.

I read about it in an autopsy report.

I miss her.

I really miss her.

It's all right.

I have all the equipment I need.
No one needs to know.

I could do the tests myself.

Do you know what you're asking me
to do here?

He's out of control.

He's not going to stop
until he finds the man who killed his wife.

I know that.

You have to admit, it's possible, right?

Yeah, it's possible.

So, you're his friend. Will you help me?

Stratton can never find out about this.

Where did you get her fetal blood?

Avery gave it to me.

He said it never occurred to him either
to do a paternity test.

Some of things you said last night
struck me as odd.

Like the fact that Mary never told you
she was pregnant.

I've been through a divorce,
I know what can happen.

I'm sorry you had to find out like that.

There is another way to look at it.

Maybe he's the man
you've been looking for.

It sounds like nobody knew about him,
so how could he be a suspect until now?

Do you have any idea who he might be?

I'll be right back.

- What are you doing here?
- We need to talk.

- You talk to my lawyer.
- I'm not talking about the kids.

- I'm not talking to you, I'm calling the cops.
- Who was she seeing?

I just came from a paternity test.
That baby wasn't mine.

Why are you doing this?

Kelly, if you don't tell me
what was going on...

Are you going to hit me
the way you did Mary?

- I never hit her and you know it.
- Do I?

Did you ever stop and think for one
moment that I might actually be innocent?

To be perfectly honest,

no.

I'm going to have the police contact you
for a statement.

I'm not going to allow you
to rob her of her dignity.

- Tell it to the cops.
- He was a cop.

A detective.

She wanted to call it off.

For some unknown reason,
she wanted to work it out with you.

What was his name?

I don't know.

She didn't tell me.

This is not gonna get those girls back.

You were right.

Come on, you guys. I got four stiffs.

- I'll be right back.
- I'll be here if you need me.

They're dead, they're in Chinatown,
and everybody's on my ass.

Give me a fucking break, will you?

Don, I need to speak with you.

Strangely enough, so do these men.
If you'd wait a fucking minute...

It's important.

Give me a minute, fellas.

- Is this about your wife?
- Yeah.

It's still my case. I'll stay.

All right, what's the news flash?

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Are you all right?

I just came from a...

I just came from a paternity test
on Mary's fetal blood.

The baby wasn't mine.

She was having an affair.

No.

Cheating on a sweetheart like you.

Gleick, don't. I'm telling you, don't.

I spoke with Mary's sister,
and she said that he was a detective.

She can confirm it.

Did she say who it was?

You're saying a cop killed your wife?

No.

All I'm saying is that he could be the guy.

What about Eddie Dutton?

He was there, but he didn't kill her.

How the fuck do you know that?

Because there's no physical evidence.

Somebody else came into that room
and killed my wife.

It must have been her boyfriend,
the detective.

He's on the sauce again, Don.
Toss this quack out of here.

- That's it.
- Tell me about how I do my job?

Break it up.

You were one step away
from being in prison

if that fucking rookie cop didn't screw up.

Fuck-o.

David, because of your matchbook,
I was getting ready to close this case.

You are one of the best at what you do.
This time you are grasping at thin air, pal.

I'm gonna do you a favor.
I'm gonna close this case.

You want me to reopen it,
bring me physical evidence.

What's the matter?

Phil, take Krane to the hospital.

Something's wrong. Wait. Take it easy.

- I'll take him.
- Who are you?

- Dr. Briggs.
- Are you his doctor?

No, I'm his friend.

- Did Eddie Dutton spend a lot of time here?
- This place is a revolving door for Eddie.

- Will you be able to take care of him?
- He'll be fine.

Take it easy, David.

Let me look at you.

Oh, my God. I'll take you to the hospital.

No, it's okay.

I'm fine.

Somebody help me!

Come on, get on your feet.

Oh, Jesus, David.

- What's the matter?
- Are you hurt?

Listen.

- What's the matter?
- He's drunk.

Do you have any idea
what went on here tonight?

No.

It's Mary.

Get ahold of him. He's stinking drunk.

Take it easy.
I don't want you going in there!

Blood alcohol level, 2. 5.

That's a lot of booze there, Doc.

Pretty stressful job,
cutting up bodies all day long.

You gotta unwind somehow. I understand.

What's it take with you, a pint?

I want to see Mary.

Daddy!

My girls.

Those are my girls!

Get in here!

You got a violent temper, Doc.

This is my house!

Open the door.

Scare your little girls. "Daddy, don't!"

"Shut up, Mary! Can you just shut up?"

"Oh, my God. What have I done?"

Based on the physical evidence,
we estimate the time of death at 10:00 p.m.

You were there when the terminal blow
was delivered.

It doesn't look good.

"I'm sorry.
I never meant to hurt you and the girls.

"Sometimes, my temper overcomes me.

"I'm sorry."

Pick up that poker.

What the hell are you doing?
Get him out of here, Curtis.

Come on.

- Don't hurt her.
- We're not gonna hurt her.

You gotta go now. Come on.

- What the hell is going on?
- Gleick and his guys screwed up.

They found that note
that you left for your wife

before they got the search warrant.

They can't do that. They don't have a case.

- But I wanna go to trial.
- No, you don't.

I didn't do it.

So, you didn't kill your wife.
Go find the guy that did.

After careful review of all the evidence
presented in this case,

the court has no choice
but to dismiss the charges.

Case dismissed.

Hey, Doc.

How are you feeling?

- It's the right thing to do.
- No!

Daddy?

Hi, Cara. Hi, Lindy.

You're not gonna leave us
like Mommy did, are you?

No. Come here.

I'm so glad to see you.

- I love you.
- Me, too.

- How are you feeling?
- Much better.

I'm glad you're here.

So am I.

I guess you were right.

I would say your days of being a lab rat
are pretty much over.

Dr. Briggs? There's a phone call for you.

I'll be right back.

What happened?

Okay, I'll be right over.

What's the matter?

Something happened at the lab.
I have to go.

What?

I don't know. They told me
to get there as soon as I could.

- Are you gonna be all right?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

Okay.

Nice to have you back.

Excuse me.

- Wait a minute.
- It's my lab.

Hey, Doc?

How are you feeling?

I asked the nurse if it was okay to come in.
I can come back later if you want.

No.

What does the name Joseph Bodner
mean to you?

Nothing.

You never met or heard of
a Joseph Bodner?

No.

I think he's your cop.

- What?
- Yeah.

After you left, I started asking around.

I found out a few things. Like this Bodner
hasn't been active for a year.

Hasn't been with the department.

- Is he still around?
- Yeah, he's at St. Paul's.

Suicide attempt..38 under the chin.

What's really interesting
is when it happened.

May 21.

- That's the same day.
- Exactly.

It'd be real easy to write it off
as a murder-suicide

if it wasn't for Eddie Dutton.

What's your wife doing with Eddie Dutton?

- Using drugs?
- No.

- Was she dealing?
- No.

So she's this bigwig Assistant DA.

She doesn't make a lot of friends
in that job.

I've been through all her cases.
I never found anything.

The only one who knows what happened
is Joseph Bodner, and he's not talking.

Why?

He's in a coma.

If I find out anything
else, I'll let you know.

I hate being wrong.

And if I'm wrong about you,
I wanna be the first to know.

Coroner's Office.

Martha, what happened?

I don't know.
There was some kind of explosion.

They said maybe it was a gas leak
or something.

- Are you okay?
- No.

What are you doing here?
How did you get out of the hospital?

Is there any left?

Is that all you care about?

A bullet passed through the cerebral
hemisphere destroying the brain functions.

Unfortunately, there was enough left of the
mid-brain to drive the heart and the lungs.

We'd pull the plug if there was one,
but technically he's still alive.

He could outlive all of us
and not even know it.

It's sad how many self-inflicted
gunshot wounds end up just like this.

I gotta get back to my rounds.

- Thank you, Dr. Smoot, I appreciate it.
- It's a pleasure.

There was another man in tonight
asking about Mr. Bodner.

Detective Gleick?

He didn't give his name.
Could have been a cop.

Thank you.

He knows everything.

What are you thinking?

All I need is five cc's.

No way. Are you crazy?

Your heart can't...

Just keep your eyes open.

Just give me two minutes.

Let me do it.

Why not? My heart's stronger.

You just had a heart attack.

If you don't let me do it,
I'll destroy what's left.

Martha, he tried to commit suicide.

You can't have another injection.

It'll kill you.

You'd do that for me?

Yes.

Besides, it is my experiment, and I feel like
I've been missing out on all the fun.

I should at least do it once, right?

You mean to tell me
that he just disappeared?

No, I'm telling you I have no record
of him checking out.

When we find him, we'll notify you.

Daddy always said he hated hospitals.

Thank you so much for your help. Let's go.

Here's Bodner.

Those nitroglycerine tabs are bad.

So I have something that I think
is gonna be much better.

It's propranolol.

I thought about using it before,

but I opted for the glycerin tabs
because I'm not that crazy about needles.

Me neither.

Are you sure you wanna do this?

Yes.

I'm gonna tape you in
for your own protection.

Is that necessary?

I don't know,
but I'm not taking any chances.

He committed suicide.

It's okay. Come on.

Wednesday, April 3, 9:25 p.m.

I'm about to experience
my first memory injection.

The CSF belongs to Joseph Bodner.

Okay.

What are you doing?

Let me do it.

Don't!

I said I would do it!

Your heart can't take another injection.
You'll die!

What about the kids, David?

Stay here.

Talk to me. Look at me.

Self-inflicted gunshot.

We'd pull the plug...

There was enough left of the mid-brain
to drive the heart.

He needs me and I wanna be with him.

- I thought we had something.
- We did.

I care about you very much.

But I love David.

Here's the name of another attorney.
He's very good.

- Then it's over.
- I think it's for the best.

Stay here. Talk to me.

Look at me!

You have to untie me.
I have to get him to a hospital. Hurry!

What's this?

Did he do that to you?

Just untie me! I need to help him!

What's wrong with him?

You're a good cop, Joey.

Any partner that lets his partner
retire on a policeman's pension

is a sorry-ass son-of-a-bitch.

I can't let that happen to you.

He's insane.

He wants to kill me.

Turn state's evidence.
Plea-bargaining will get you out in no time.

I couldn't do that.

It might be your only choice.

Just help me out of here.

I have to get him to a hospital.

What is this?

Is this the shit he was high on in my office?

Is this how he knew about Eddie Dutton?

I can put you away for 10 years,
or we can work together.

That might prompt a little loss of memory
on my part.

Yeah, sure, I'll work with you.

You're a smart boy, Eddie.

- Is this how he knew about Eddie Dutton?
- No, it's a project I'm working on in my lab.

I know all about your lab, Professor.

I'm the guy that made it go bye-bye.

I'm very interested in your work.

Wanna know why?

Because when David came to my office,

the only way he could have known
all that shit about Eddie

was if he was Eddie Dutton.

I guess that means
your little experiment worked.

He's insane. He'll kill me.

There's our boy, Joey.

- Better take this. It's clean.
- I'm not killing anyone, Don.

I'm not killing anybody either.

I'm performing a public service
for fun and profit.

Police!

Lift them!

Drop it, you fucker! Drop it!

All right, take a walk, Eddie.

Take a walk, Eddie.

- You rat-fink motherfucker.
- You're dead, Eddie.

Beat it! You little prick.

Jesus Christ.

What the fuck is the matter with you?

Grab the shit and the money, Joey.

Still partners, Joey?

Yeah.

Why don't you finish this one?

Congratulations.

You were that smart
that you knew how to do it.

I was smart enough to figure it out.

Jesus Christ.

I didn't hear a knock.

I had a key made.

What the fuck is that about?

You know what I see here?

I see

a very ugly situation.

I see a washed-up junkie doctor

and his kinky, glue-sniffing
college girlfriend.

I see they were having a party.

Things got out of hand.

A fire gets started.

Monster's gonna kill me.

You could turn state's evidence.

Both victims expire on the spot
from smoke inhalation.

What the fuck is that about?

It's about being partners with Don Bresler.

So is this, Joey.

You sold me out to that lawyer
you've been fucking.

Bye-bye, Joey.

It's about being partners with Don Bresler.

So is this, Joey.

You sold me out to that lawyer
you were fucking.

Impressive.

You took care of Bodner
while Eddie came over here to kill Mary.

Then you came over here to kill Eddie.

But he was gone.

Mary was still alive.

You killed my wife.

Now, you listen to me, Krane.
I was keeping an eye on Bodner.

I thought I could trust him.

But he was gonna turn me in,
and your wife was gonna help.

I'm sorry you got framed
for your wife's murder.

I didn't plan that. That just happened.

And you wanna know something?

When Gleick fucked up and you walked,
I was happy.

And do you wanna know why I was happy?

Because I thought to myself,
if this guy cleans up his act,

his kids will have a father.

But you couldn't do that, could you?

You couldn't just walk away.

You fucked up, Krane.

No, don't.

The kids.

Help!

Dad!

Kelly, go get help!

1137 Feldlar, yes.

Thank you. There's three people inside.

Yes, quickly.

Hurry!

Hurry!

- David!
- Daddy!

- Wait for me!
- No, you can't go in.

Are you all right? Are you okay?

- Here. Take this.
- Thanks.

It's okay, girls.

David?

Do you want some cider?

What a shame.
The guy's been through the wringer.

Is he always like this?

The doctors are cautious,
but they're optimistic.

The burns are pretty bad,
but they said they've seen worse.

They have stabilized his vital functions.

Of course, they're monitoring his heart.

But their main concern is his mental state.

I mean, he should be responding,
but he's not.

With all the formula he injected...

You there, Doc?

Guess I was wrong about you.

I got your guy.

Bresler.

Who would have thought?

He could snap out of it any minute,

or he could stay this way indefinitely.

Hang in there, David.

If anything changes, let me know.

We saw raccoons over there, five of them.

Red, Ted, Ned,

Ed and Fred.

Leaves on Lindy.