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I kept the crime scene clear for you.

Andrea Goddard,
thirty-six.

Are you sure it's a crime scene?

Looks like she just fell
down and broke her crown.

Uh, it's a crime scene
`til I say it's not.

Can you give me
a time of death estimate?

Well, lividity's set, so it was
more than eight hours ago,

and no maggots,
so less than three days.

That's very amusing.

Any chance you could be a
little more specific?

How's eleven-O-one?

You know, my last case,
your office sent over some uh,

Pakistani guy who didn't think
that he was a standup comic.

He's from India,
and I'm not trying to be funny.

Oh. Well, good.

I like to have a specific time when I'm
checking alibis.

Are you sure you're not jumping
the gun a little here?

I mean, I'm not really seeing anything
here that screams homicide.

Maybe you could leave detective work
to a detective.

And maybe you could leave time,
cause and manner of death

to a medical examiner.

You're acting like a child.

Don't you ever have dinner
with your ex?

Maggie and I have a daughter together.

Daniel and I managed to remain friends.
That's all it is.

He's remarried
and I'm in a relationship...

- Come in.
- ... I think.

Bones at a construction site.
They're requesting our presence.

When you get bored in the playpen,
you know where to find me.

- Who's free?
- Doctor Maguire.

Who else?

- Doctor Maguire.
- Alright, Emmy, thanks. Nigel!

Yeah, I uh, I did half last night.
I'm gonna do the rest now.

I want you to go with
Doctor Maguire on a call.

- Oh, the new girl?
- New doctor.

Doctor? I thought the DNA backlog
was priority one.

Doctor Maguire's not ready to solo.

That's not what she says.

Big part of the reason
why I don't trust her.

Aye.

He trusts me.
That's why he assigned me this.

First real case. Finally.

Tell these bones aren't Indian,
I'll be happy.

If they're Indian,
we'll be shut down for months.

I believe the currently preferred
terminology is Native American.

So if- if you find anything that even
looks like an Indian artifact... / Mm-hm.

you know, maybe
you could pretend it's not.

You know, like
uh, arrowheads, war clubs--

Or wampum, peace pipes.
Shrunken heads. / Yeah, like that.

- So what was here before?
- Forty unit tenement.

We found the bones in what
would have been the cellar.

It's a baby.

Doctor Maguire, I'm guessing
this is not an Indian artifact.

It's a child's doll.

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- Why doesn't he have any ribs?
- She.

They decomposed.

Ribs are cartilage `til the baby's
about six weeks old,

so she was younger than that.

It's a black doll.
She was African-American?

I won't be able to nail it down
without doing a comparative analysis.

Comparing what to what?

This skull to a Caucasian one.

Uh, the nasal bones will be
flatter in a- in--

Okay, a little too much information.
I'm sorry I asked.

How long has she been here?

We'll only be able to give you a range.

Do we know what killed her?

No obvious injury.

Okay. I'll go check Missing Persons files,
see if anything turns up.

You know, if I killed my baby
and hid the body,

I'm not sure I'd want to draw
the cops' attention by reporting her missing.

That's a good point,
but we gotta start Somewhere.

This is a sign-out.
Relatives can have the body any time.

Ugh. That'll make my job easier.

They didn't want their father
carved up like a rump roast.

- Is that how they put it?
- Yeah. So, thanks.

Yeah, hey.

Anything I need to know about?

Uh, probably not.

Uh, Andrea Goddard.

Fell down the stairs of her house,
broke her neck.

- Accident?
- To be determined. / Okay.

Is this someone you know?

I need definitive proof that this
either was or was not accidental.

Why?

- You got the call.
- Yeah.

Can I assume that the eleven-O-one
time of death is solid?

I don't usually assess time of death
based on a broken watch.

I run tests.

You are planning to do a full autopsy.

I'm happy to do whatever I'm told.

If that's what you need.

Thank you.

Need any help with my case?

Gimme the ALS, would you?

You do know I have no idea
what I'm looking at.

Oh, just think of it as carbon dating,

only with lead and polonium two-ten.

Carbon's useless unless the bones
are really, really old.

Lead has a half-life of twenty-two years.

Polonium, hundred and thirty-four days.

You just know all this stuff,
or do you have to look it up?

I know everything.

There you go.

Your little girl was buried eighteen to
twenty years ago. Okay?

Can you do a facial reconstruction?

Uh, yeah, I suppose I could, but--

Great. I'll tell Detective Hoyt eighteen
to twenty years?

Yeah, but newborns aren't necessarily
the best subjects. / Why not?

`Cause they've all got that same
little squished in baby face.

Plus, I really have to catch up
on the DNA backlog.

Do this first.

News to you, perhaps,

but the institutional priorities
don't always match your own.

Do it now.
I'll clear it with Doctor Macy.

Abrasions on the knees,
contusions to the hands and elbows.

This looks like a fractured hip.

Really? Wow,
I must have missed all that.

Facial bruisings looks like
what you'd expect to see in a fall.

Are you giving me a tutorial?

- Do you think I need one?
- No. And no.

- Trouble in paradise then?
- What?

You seemed happy to leave this
to me until Walcott butted in.

The D.A. doesn't just wander in here
unless there's somethin' brewin',

- Jordan. Come on.
- Doctor Macy,

Lily would like to see you
the conference room.

Okay. Draw some blood
and give it to Nigel for a tox screen,

then shoot a radiograph
of this head wound.

Move her into autopsy one.
Don't start cutting `til I'm back.

Uh, this is Doctor Macy,
the Chief Medical Examiner.

- Harold Goddard. His wife--
- If I had an employee

who couldn't answer a simple question,
I'd fire her.

What's the question?

The police told me Andrea fell down the stairs.

Apparently, so.
What's the question?

Why isn't she ready for release?

Because we're doing a full autopsy.

Why?

At the request of
the District Attorney's Office.

Anything else?

I need to make the arrangements.
What should I tell the funeral home?

Uh, tell me which one,
and I'll let them know-- / Fisher and Sons!

Nice guy.

Seems real torn up
about his wife's death.

He told me they separated
a couple months ago.

Oh, this is terrible.

How old is this baby?

- About three or four weeks.
- What happened? / Dunno yet.

Well, how close a likeness can you get?

Some of the features aren't predicted
by skull's contours--

- eyes, nose, mouth.
- What's left?

Well, I know it seems
like pure guesswork,

but we can tap into
a vast database of variables.

Age, sex, build, ethnic group,

that we overlay onto a wire frame matrix

and come up with a usable approximation.

Can I ask you something?

Uh, sure.

What is the best way to deal
with someone who doesn't grasp

that other people's needs
may not precisely match hers?

- Doctor Maguire?
- Yeah.

She's just trying to settle
in and find her place.

See, my experience is
that she's trying to muscle her way to the front of the class

and doesn't care how many bodies
she leaves in her wake.

Mmm. Well, then you'll
just have to learn how to say no. Right.

No. N- no. No.

Yo, Doctor No.
I'm pretty sure I got it,

and it was a lot easier
than I thought it would be.

These three are Caucasian.

Yeah, but our baby's definitely not.

This one is our only hit
from Missing Persons.

Mother's name is Althea Hurd.

Reported baby girl missing
June eighth nineteen eighty-five,

and she lived in that building.

Eh, all that work for nothing.

Yeah, well, confirmation's a good thing.

Alright, you know what?

I think I'm gonna go track down
Althea Hurd and pay her a visit.

If I were you,
I'd track Doctor Maguire down first,

give her the option of going with you.

What if I don't want to?

She'll hurt you.

More importantly,
she'll hurt me.

I'm finding her a tad pushy.

But she is kind of hot, though.

In your squeaky clean,
white bread world perhaps.

Alright, you know what?
Never mind.

I don't think I really need
to know what makes your toe rise.

Oh, but Woody,
I'd so love to tell you.

Too easy.

- Is that the head wound?
- Yes.

Did you look at it?

Oh, I wouldn't want to get
above me humble station.

Since when?

Correct me if you think I'm wrong,

but I'd say this woman
fell down the stairs

because somebody smacked her
in the head with whatever left that imprint.

Sounds like you're expecting me
to disagree.

And I'd say that makes it murder.

Does it get you off the hook
with General Walcott?

Excuse me?

I seemed to detect a certain tension
in the room today.

Hard to tell which one
of you screwed up,

but if it was you, here's a thought.

You could just apologize.

Or you could.

She had a baby who was three weeks old
when it disappeared,

and she lived in that building.

I mean, look at this.
She's a drug addict.

She did prison time in the early eighties.
We've got her.

Maybe.

Now, all we need's a DNA sample.

Which she can refuse to provide.

And even if she is the baby's mother,
who's to say she killed her?

Maybe some loony tune
in the building snatched the kid.

- Let me do the talking.
- Okay.

Yes? / Hi, I'm Doctor Maguire
from the Medical Examiner's Office.

That is right, and--

You reported a baby missing
in nineteen eighty-five

when you were living
at One forty Alden Avenue? / Yes?

I'm sorry, I think we found her.

I don't understand.

The bones of an infant have been found
in the cellar of that building.

I'm gonna need a DNA sample
from you for confirmation.

I'm sorry about that baby,

but it couldn't possibly be mine.

That's my daughter.

The police found her three days after
she disappeared and brought her back to me.

Where'd you learn your bedside manner,
Josef Mengele Med School?

Hey, the Missing Persons file didn't say
anything about the baby being found.

I'll look into that. I'll bring you
that information at the morgue.

It has to be her baby.

All of which we would have had answered
if you had let me handle it,

`cause we'd have
the DNA sample right now.

Excuse me.
Like you could have done better?

In my sleep, honey.

Excuse me, sweetie?

Get in the car.
Get in your car, drive away.

- Don't look back. Thank you.
- Hey, hey, wait a second.

You're a doctor. You want to be a cop,
I'll get you an application.

Garret?

Hmm?

It was none of my business.
I apologize.

Do I know you?

You got a time of death?

I've got a range.

Eight to midnight.
What are you doin'?

Well, whatever that shape is,
there's room for maybe a couple,

three letters on each side.

So I'm trying to find
something that makes sense.

I don't think there's room
for more than two letters.

Okay, let's say you're right.
That would leave us with...

Okay, try that.

Golf clubs.

Doesn't look like a driver.

It's probably a long iron.

No, I'd say it's a putter.

It's a two or three iron.

No, uh, I think it's a putter.

Yeah, a putter.

- Okay.
- That's some good work.

Did you take the blood to Nigel
for the tox screen?

Uh, yes, sir.

Did you tell him it's a priority?

Well, that would have required me
to show some initiative, sir,

which I can do on command.

You're having way
too much fun with this.

And speaking of initiative,

uh, when I was at the crime scene,

I took a sample of vitreous potassium
from her left eye.

So if you'll take another sample now
from her right eye,

that would enable you to determine
the rate of postmortem increase,

which remains predictable for twenty-
four hours after death.

Which would then help you narrow down
the time of death estimate considerably.

Oh, gosh.
Did that sound like a tutorial?

Once again, I am so sorry, sir.

Where's Doctor Maguire?

Nigel!
Where's Doctor Maguire?!

- County General.
- Why?

I don't know.

Why are you chopping up
the baby's bones?

Since you ask, Madame has
insists that I extract DNA.

Now, I have nothing to match it against.

Now, bones don't
contain DNA, you know.

No, the marrow does, but, yes,
marrow does decompose.

There are, however,
usually some residual cells,

the richest source
for them being the femur.

Hence, I have carefully sectioned--
not chopped up--that particular bone.

Now, I understand that Althea Hurd
may not, after all, be the mother,

and that one has no idea
where to look next,

which would mean that all this work

will be in vain if you don't bring me
somebody's DNA.

I'm working on that.

- Hey, what's up, Doc?
- Hey, Woody. Nigel. / Yeah?

Vitreous potassium.

Red cap was drawn first.

Run the rate of potassium increase for me.
And I need the results on the tox screen for Andrea Goddard.

Not finished.

Is there some reason
you haven't done the DNA tests?

Uh, didn't Doctor Maguire talk to you?

About what?

My fault. I uh, I thought you pulled me
off to assist her on the case.

I sent you with her
because she's wet behind the ears.

It doesn't mean you're her nanny for life.

Alright. I'm all over the DNA
and the tox screen.

And the vitreous potassium.

Renee.

You could have just told me
you suspected foul play.

Why else would I have been interested?
What do we have?

Injuries consistent with a fall.
Cause of death, broken neck.

Was it an accident or wasn't it?

She was smacked in the head with
a golf club from a set called Lady Steel.

You now hold in your hand everything
I know about your cryptic case.

Have a nice day.

Eighteen months ago, Harold Goddard
murdered his business partner.

My staff has tried ever since,
unsuccessfully, to build a case against him.

Two days ago, his wife agreed to
cooperate with the investigation.

I had him.

That's it?
That's the big secret?

I was looking ahead.

I was hoping to be able to build
this case against him.

I didn't want it to look like
I was gunning for him.

Given the circumstances, we'd have
done a full autopsy anyway, you know.

Goddard has an unbreakable alibi
for eleven p.m.

I can help you there.
Look under time of death.

- Are you sure?
- Pure science.

She died before ten p.m.
Could not possibly have been alive after that.

Thanks, Garret.

I'm sorry I felt like I had to keep you
out of the loop.

- Dinner? / Eight?
- Pantini's?

You can get us in there?

Thank you, thank you.

What are you doing?

I wanted to see
Althea Hurd's maternity file.

It's not her baby.

I talked to the detective who caught
the case and he confirmed it.

The baby was recovered and
returned to the mother.

Then why was the case still open?

Clerical error.

The resolution never made it to the file.
These things happen.

- Who took the baby?
- They never found out.

Someone made an anonymous call that
there was a baby in a dumpster,

the baby was reunited with the mother,
they lived happily ever after.

Well, then it's gotta be
some other missing baby.

Yeah, well, they are fresh out of stock.

Some cases go unsolved.

Chances are the baby was born to somebody
who lived in or near that building.

Okay.

Which means the delivery probably
happened here at County General,

the only place somebody in
that location could afford.

You're kidding, right?

No, no. If we eliminate
all the boy babies,

- all the other ethnic groups--
- I have thirty-two active cases.

It's up to us to find out what happened.

We've got to give this baby a name.

Alright. Alright, if you can find
a way to get it to manageable number,

then--and only then--you may call me.

- I'm really sorry I'm late.
- It's okay.

We're all set.

You must feel like everybody's
all sorry for you.

Poor guy can't get a date,
has to drink alone.

No, I don't mind waiting
as long as I'm waitin' for you.

The house red isn't good enough tonight.

That is the best mood
I've seen you in lately.

I had Harold Goddard arrested
a half hour ago for the murder of his wife.

Is that what it takes?

You want to arrest me?

I have handcuffs.

A bottle of 96 BV private reserve.

You're payin'.

The arraignment is tomorrow morning
at nine thirty.

Goddard's attorney is Judith Mathisson.
She's a snake.

I want Jordan Cavanaugh there
to make it clear this was no accident.

I did the autopsy.

What? Why?

Well, when you show up in person
at the morgue demanding a full autopsy.

Uh-- What's the problem?

Judith Mathisson will ride this pony
all the way around the track.

I have no idea what you're talking about.

- Is there some reason, Doctor Macy--
- Doctor Macy, why you commandeered

this case away from the M.E.
who responded to the scene?

She and I worked together on it.

I'd say you're hedging,
but let's move on.

If all the evidence at the scene clearly
indicated an accidental death,

why did you perform a full autopsy?

Because it was a violent,
unattended death.

Is that the only reason?

The District Attorney requested it.

- What reason did she give you?
- None.

Are you accustomed to substituting
her judgment for your own?

That's like asking me
if I've stopped beating my wife.

Your Honor, the autopsy report makes
it clear this is a homicide case.

Is Ms. Mathisson arguing that it's not?

We could ask her.

For the past year and a half, Ms. Walcott
has pursued a vendetta against my client.

She is obsessed with making a case,
any case, against him.

Does counsel imagine that Doctor Macy
shares this phantom obsession?

If I may, Your Honor?

Keep it in the sphere of reality, please.

Thank you.

The police report puts time
of death at eleven p.m. You disagreed?

That was an early estimate.

Detailed testing puts
the time prior to ten p.m.

And my client has no alibi prior to ten.
Interesting, isn't it

that your seizing the case gave the
District Attorney the outcome she wanted.

Objection, Your Honor! / So I'll ask you
again. Why did you do the autopsy?

Could it have anything to do
with the fact that you and Ms. Walcott

are in a sexual relationship?

I think I'm going to require
your answer, Doctor Macy.

I'm dismissing the charges, Ms. Walcott,

not because of Ms. Mathisson's tactics,

but because the evidence is insufficient
at this time.

You can refile if that changes.

Sorry.

Not your fault.
You gave me everything you could.

And it's not over.

I mean, I'm sorry
we got outed in open court.

This may not be workable.

You're gonna have to tell me
what you're talkin' about.

Us.

This was a wakeup call, a preview
of what we're gonna face in the future.

But the judge didn't believe
you and I cooked up lies.

She just didn't think you had the evidence.

Garret, we have a problem.
It needs discussion.

Okay.

I do autopsies and forward the results.

Not my job to put criminals away.

If it's a problem for you,
you'll have to decide what to do about it.

Could you be any less forthcoming?

I just- I just don't think this is something
we have to worry about,

and I don't think you do either.

I think you want an ironclad definition
of what this relationship is.

Oh, I already have that.

Quicksand.

I'm not even gonna ask how you talked
County General into doing this.

I worked out a system.

I'll check each file,
and then you can make--

Yeah, hold on, hold on.
This is gonna take forever, okay?

I have other things to do.

More important than finding out
who this baby was?

And what happened to her?

Everything we do here is important
to somebody, Doctor Maguire.

Devan.

Please, Nigel.

Look, I will do this myself if I have to,
but I could really use some help.

No.

Way we can do it alone.

You find one other person to pitch in--

- And then we can do it twice as fast.
- Yup.

Okay.

So who's an easy mark?

Baby boy.

Caucasian.

African-American female.

You finish the DNA tests?

Hours upon hours of meticulous labor.

Is that a yes?

Yes.

Do I want to know what's goin' on here?

- Oh, well--
- No.

- Shouldn't we tell him what we're doing?
- No. / Next.

So, what happened in court?

My guess is you've already heard.

Well, I heard the part it's none
of my business. / Right.

And I heard the judge threw
the case out.

But I don't know
why.

Insufficient evidence at this time.

You know, you're taking
this laconic thing way too far.

- Well, what do you want to know?
- Details. De-tails. / Alright.

Goddard says he's never
even been inside his wife's house.

The cops found nothing to contradict that.

His wife's golf clubs were Lady Steels
They're missing.

One of Goddard's neighbors saw him
take a set of golf clubs out

of his car around ten thirty that night.
He doesn't play golf.

Cops searched his house for the clubs.
No clubs were found.

He doesn't have an alibi for the revised
time of death,

but neither do millions of other people.
Is that enough.

But they're not giving up
on the investigation, are they?

I know that look. I know that tone.
Let the cops handle it.

If there were anything for them to find,
they'd have it by now.

It's up to us, Garret.

Let the cops handle it.

If you would let me do my job,
you wouldn't be in this mess.

I'm not in a mess.

But if you don't find somebody
else to pester, you will be.

I hold in my hand the final folder.

Come on, open it.

I think you deserve the honor.

And the winner is?

Boy.

How many?

More than we could do in a lifetime.

Most of these girls didn't disappear,
so if we can eliminate--

There are hundreds.

Well, long as you've got a name,
you can find anybody on the computer now.

- It'll take forever.
- No, really. How long?

Have you taken over Jordan's function
of badgering people until they cave?

I'm in the apprentice program.
How am I doin'?

Okay, Detective.
You need a manageable number?

Is fourteen a manageable number?

Do you have current addresses
for all of `em? / Yes.

Are they all local.

More or less.

Margaret Houston, thirty-nine.

Gave birth to a baby girl
in April of eighty-six.

There's no indication the child
was ever enrolled in school,

no Social Security number,
no death certificate.

My doorbell finger is getting calloused.

On the plus side,
this is our last file.

Yeah. Hey, I just wanted you to know
I really appreciate you coming with me.

You probably couldn't tell, but I'm still
kind of new at this, Detective Hoyt.

Call me Woody...
Doctor Maguire.

- Devan.
- Cool.

- Hi, Margaret Houston?
- Yes?

I'm Detective Woody Hoyt, Boston PD.

Oh my God.
It's my son Malcolm, isn't it?

No, ma'am.
This has nothing to do with your son.

We're actually here to ask
about your daughter.

Both my kids are boys.

You gave birth to a baby girl
in nineteen eighty-six at County General.

No. No, I didn't.

That must be another Margaret Houston.

Okay, ma'am.
Let's not be ridiculous here.

You can do one of two things.

You can give us
a DNA sample right now,

or we can go get a court order.

You do what you gotta do.

I'm not giving you nothin'.
And I never had any baby girl. Okay?

The judge wouldn't give me a subpoena.

He said refusal to provide DNA
does not constitute probable cause.

Then we've got no way
to prove the baby's hers.

I'm sorry.

Sometimes there's just nothing
we can do, you know?

I'm learning.

I blew my first case.

Funny thing is,
I don't really care about that.

What gets me is
I can't do anything for her.

Thank you, guys.
I really appreciate what you've done.

Detective Seely.

I'm Garret Macy, Chief M.E.

- What can I do for you?
- The Goddard case.

Trying to get out of the hole
you and the D.A. dug for yourselves?

No. Just wondering
if there's anything new.

Can't you people stay on
your own side of the fence.

I assume that means
your case has stalled out.

When I get the evidence
to convict Harold Goddard,

you can read about it in the newspaper.

Or hear about it in the bedroom.

Excuse me.

You say that again, kid, you're gonna
need somebody else's teeth to chew with.

I'll stay out of your love life
if you'll stay out of my case.

- Whose case?
- Mine.

Last I heard.

Well, you won't mind if I sit on
your interview with Harold Goddard.

- You're the D.A.
- Yes, last I heard.

He's a charmer.

Where's your lawyer?

What am I, her babysitter?

I'd be more comfortable
if she were here, Mister Goddard.

Well, your comfort zone doesn't
exactly loom on my horizon.

And I'm not shellin' out seven fifty
an hour for something I can handle myself.

Where were you from eight
to ten the night your wife died?

- I already answered that.
- Well, answer it again.

Home alone.

Then why'd your neighbor see you
return home at ten thirty

and take a set of golf clubs
out of your car?

How good a witness you think
she'll make?

Eighty-seven years old
and blind as a bat.

You got anything new?

Listen you arrogant piece of sh-

You've got nothin' on me, little boy,
and you never will have.

No new questions, no need to be here.
I'm leaving now.

We're going to get you.

You cooperate, we can talk.

You don't, you're looking
at a life sentence.

Spend the money, Mister Goddard.
Talk to your lawyer.

Tell her what I said.

You've been lobbing empty threats
at me for a long time, lady.

I'm still walkin' around.

And I certainly don't see anybody
in this room that's gonna change that.

What are you doing?

Thought I'd give this a try.

I've reconstructed the missing doll
parts from clay,

and now I'm fitting the broken pieces
back where they belong.

Wow. Is this gonna help?

As it happens,
this was one of those gimmicky dolls.

You didn't just buy it,
you had to sign adoption papers. Look.

- Serial number?
- Yup.

And the company's still in business.

And they've agreed to help us track
down the buyer once we've got the number.

I know, it's a long shot,
but one has to try.

This is-- Nigel, you're really--

Good, kind, noble?

Listen, I'm sorry
if I got a little obnoxious.

Yeah, well,
I won't tell anyone you're pushy

if you don't tell them I'm a pushover.

Deal.

Yeah, I remember.
I bought one of these.

What's this about?

What did you do with the doll,
Mister Morton?

Sent it to my little girl.

You sent it?

Yeah, my girlfriend and I split up
before the baby was born.

You know, I got a little girl
out there somewhere.

- I've never even met her.
- Uh, where'd you get that?

It was found in the cellar
of an old tenement building.

Oh God.

This is that story
that was on the news, isn't it?

That baby in the basement,
that was my daughter?

Seems likely.
The doll was buried with the baby.

Well, what happened?

We don't know, Mister Morton.

Why didn't you stay in touch
with your child?

Her mama shut me out.

I guess I should have made more
of a fuss about it, but you know,

uh-- And now you're telling
me that she was dead all along?

Could we get a DNA sample from you?

Just to make sure the baby is
yours and Margaret's.

Margaret?

Margaret Houston.

Don't know any Margaret Houston.

My girlfriend's name was Althea Hurd.

Agh!

What, are you scared of a test dummy?

Is it possible that you could
just once do what I tell you to do?

You want to carp or you want to help?

Both.

The impact splatter is here.

So the blow must have come
from this direction, right?

We got a low velocity splatter there.

That's where he was.

- And she must have been about here.
- Okay.

Live your fantasy.

I've dreamed about this day.

She smacked into the wall around here.

She was found there.

And it doesn't compute,

because there's no blood until this step.

It's almost halfway down.

She must have been airborne to get this far.

There's no way that
one blow could have done that.

So she didn't fall.

She crumpled.

Then he threw her down the stairs
to make it look like an accident.

He even reset her watch
and smashed it to give himself an alibi.

If that's the way it happened, he would
have to lean down here to pick her up.

They might have left prints.

I read the police report.

CSU found prints right here, too
smudged to identify.

- They assumed they were hers.
- Maybe they weren't.

Either he got lucky with that...

planter or he moved the body
just to make it look good.

Works for me.
I don't think it'll work for a jury.

Well, you know, there are people
smarter than we are

who figured out a way to extract DNA
from fingerprint residue.

You're now looking at two lawsuits
for false arrest.

I don't think so, domehead.

Your lawyer's on her way.
When she gets here, we'll talk.

- You're absolutely sure?
- It's a match, Renee.

Goddard was in his wife's house.

Smeared unidentifiable fingerprints
containing his DNA mixed with her blood.

CSU should have found this.

Well, everybody makes mistakes.

Well, thank you, Garret.

I appreciate it.

Well, mmm-- I'm free tonight.

So am I.

- What do you have in mind?
- Why don't you decide?

- You know what I want?
- Tell me.

To hash this out.

You know, I'm just uh,

I'm- I'm really not good at that.

I need to know you care enough to try.

Okay, Renee, if you didn't work
so hard to put me on the defensive,

I might be more willing
to have these discussions.

Well, maybe that's our best trick,
throwing each other off balance.

- I want to find a way to make this work.
- Me, too.

Maybe we need some time to think about it.

If that's what you want.

If that's what I want?

Am I talking to myself?

Mister Morton is indeed
the baby's father.

I knew Althea Hurd was the mother.

Doesn't make sense.
She got her baby back.

She got a baby back.
It wasn't hers.

It had to be.
DNA doesn't lie.

We have to see a woman about a baby.

I figure you will be back.

Come on in.

You should know a couple of things.

We've spoken with Jack Morton,

so we're pretty sure that
the deceased baby was yours,

and we found no indications
that the baby was murdered.

I got up one night

and she was dead. Just dead.

Why didn't you call the police?

I was a messed up
drug addict back then.

I was afraid they'd think I killed her.

So you buried her with the doll.

Then I cried all night.

And in the morning,
I reported her missin'.

When the detective brought me
the baby they found in the dumpster,

it was like God gave me
a second chance.

Does she know?

No.

She thinks she's my daughter.

She is my daughter.

I'll have to tell her, won't I?

What's her name?

Gloria. Gloria Hurd.

Thank you.

You're not gonna take Gloria away?

Y- you're not gonna arrest me?

She's eighteen, isn't she?

Yes, she is.

Well, then she's an adult.

Yes, you broke a few laws,

but I'm sure that the statute ran out
a long time ago.

Thank you.

Two people who're the same person.

One dead, one alive.
I have no idea what the procedure is.

Is the mother claiming the body?

Funny to talk about this as a body.

Um, yeah, she- she
wants a proper burial.

I'll look into it.

Hey, I uh, brought you
some health food.

Gotta keep your strength up.

Thank you.

Yeah. I- I heard that
you aced your first test.

Yeah, went the extra mile.

Good job.

The old cases are the hardest.

Yeah, this was--

This was--

You know, why don't we leave
this for the graveyard shift.

They really love sugar.

Lily and I know this great bar
where we can all get stupefied for free.

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