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Previously on "Crossing Jordan".

You okay?

"Dexamethasone" for a headache?
That's...

That's pretty hard core.
That's like a cannon for a housefly.

I'm just... um... so tired.

Remember that... uh... "meningioma"
victim I showed you last week?

She's not dead, yet.

Something that size that grows in your brain
doesn't matter. It's not cancer.

If you say a word of this to anyone...

So, I spoke to Doctor Sanchez.

He says surgery. "Transnasal". Now.

Yeah. Well, did he give you
the "stats" on that? That I could probably die?

- They're on their way up from the garage.
- Kate's problem. Not mine.

- She called in sick. I think she's ditching.
- Oh, too bad. She'd be great at it.

Don't look at me, though.
I'm not doing it.

Uh...

Cavanaugh.

Okay. Boston Common. Uh...

Across from the Capitol Building. Got it.

- Hey, why don't I...
- No.

I had the hospital email
you the new "M.R.I."

Oh, you got it. Good news, huh?

It's a growth in your brain the size of
a golf ball. How is that good news?

Yeah, but it hasn't grown.

And, uh, I don't have
any symptoms anymore.

No more blurred vision, no headaches,
uh... I don't even have numbness in my hands.

That's great.
You still need the surgery.

- Well, I'm weighing my options.
- You're down to one.

It's my life. My brain. My decision.

Uh... The, um...

The... probation kids are here.

Assault... assault...

burglary, and... assault.

- Kate's turn.
- She's not coming in.

- Then you're up.
- I...

I don't do well with juvenile delinquents. I...

- Woody.
- Thanks for speeding right over.

I'm sorry. I spaced on which entrance
and then I had to drive all the way around.

You're getting senile.
You should write stuff down.

You know, my "grandpop" used to keep a bunch of
little notes sticking out of all of his pockets.

Of course, he never remembered to
look at them, so it was kind of...

Well, I'm here, now.

Fresh manicure... new shoes...

So, not homeless.

Blunt force trauma to the head.
Find a weapon?

I'm guessing
she got shoved into that.

It doesn't look like it bled much,
so where did all the blood come from?

Oh, my God. She was pregnant.

Somebody cut the baby out of her.

Late term pregnancy. So, the baby
could be alive out there, somewhere.

CROSSING JORDAN

JILL HENNESSY

MIGUEL FERRER

RAVI KAPOOR

KATHRYN HAHN

STEVE VALENTINE

AND JERRY O'CONNELL

CREATED BY TIM KRING

Hospitals. Clinics.
Get it out to the media right away.

Anybody who suddenly had a baby
nobody knew they were expecting.

Dedicated hotline for tips. Okay?

List of all the cars parked nearby.
Patterson's running them through the "R.M.V."

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Hey. No "I.D."

She's got a wedding ring.

I have to notify a husband
that his pregnant wife is dead

and his baby has been ripped
from her womb?

We'll "I.D." her as fast as we can.

Just tell the husband we're doing
everything we can to get his baby home.

She's convinced herself she's had it forever.
She doesn't seem to get that this thing could kill her.

Well, I... I... I... I know that. That's what
I told her, but she's not listening.

I know. I know.

Yeah. I'll, uh...

I'll keep an eye on her.

Alright. Uh...

Last year in Boston, homicides
increased by almost twenty percent.

Does anybody know why?

- Rosa?
- Yeah. Here.

- No clue.
- Look. Uh...

- All cell phones off. Okay?
- Okay.

Charlie, do you know
the answer to the question?

What question?

Look, Dent.

No wonder why you so stupid.
They got your brain in this jar.

Hey. You stop that.

- Get your hands off me, man.
- Knock it off.

- Show some respect.
- Man, who put you in charge? / God.

Hey!

That's "formalin" solution.

The nasty smell is "formaldehyde".

Your eyes burning, yet?

In a second, you're gonna be leaning
over a toilet, puking your guts up. Come here.

Shall we continue?

- Blow to the head kill her?
- Don't think so. Most likely just knocked her out.

So, the baby was still
getting air when the...

the "C" section was being performed?

Yeah. And then she bled out.

- Amateur, wasn't it?
- Oh, yeah. Hesitation marks... jagged cuts...

One of those women who are

fixated on having a baby and
doesn't care how she gets it?

Probably. Usually is.

Killer might have injured herself.
Looks like you've got drip spatter there.

- Could be drops from the bloody knife.
- I'll run it against her own blood. See what we get.

Carla Owens. Twenty-four.
One-twelve Skyline.

Call Woody.

I don't envy him.

Having to tell a husband this.

- Is something wrong?
- I'm looking for Mr. Owens.

Mr. Owens? / Carla Owens' husband.
Do I have they wrong address?

Carla doesn't have a husband.
I'm Marissa Owens. Her wife?

She just went for a walk.

How can she be dead?

The baby?

Gone.

- The baby died, too?
- I don't know. It's just...

gone.

Someone...

- killed Carla and...
- Took the baby out of her.

I'm so sorry.

Carla used to...
walk around the block.

Then, she started
driving to the park.

She said... she wanted the baby
to hear the birds singing.

- She drove? What kind of car?
- Green.

Plate number "five-oh-A-I-seven-four".

Please find our baby.

- Anybody here from Roxbury?
- Yeah. Roxbury. Right here.

- Maybe you knew Kenny Jackson.
- "Cujo"?

I think his mother's going
with Kenny to the headstone.

Shot by Clive Little.

Then Kenny's brother shot Clive, here.

You know Kenny's brother?

If he makes bail, somebody else
will shoot him, right?

More revenge.

Does anybody see a lesson, here?

Yeah. You "gonna" shoot somebody...
Make damn sure they "ain't" got no brothers.

- Funny guy.
- Just telling you like it is.

We allowed to go to the bathroom?

Yeah.

Aren't you supposed to be
shepherding the little felons?

Relieved of duty.
Why are you using Dr. Macy's email?

You get answers a lot quicker when the request
comes directly from the Chief Medical Examiner.

- Dr. Macy know you do this?
- Good lord, no.

That's the third email
with "meningioma" in the slug.

When I came in earlier, he hid
something that he was looking at.

He's got a couple of "meningioma"
research sites pulled up, too.

Look at the slug on this latest email.

"Immediate attention required".
From Doctor Rene Sanchez.

The neurosurgeon at Brigham?

We can't read his email.

Oh...

Finger slipped.

"Garret, I'll need to conduct
a thorough examination,

but based upon the 'M.R.I.' you sent,

I would recommend immediate removal...

of the 'meningioma'.
Schedule an appointment."

A "meningioma" can be fatal.

Who could do this?

- Who could hurt Carla this way?
- I'm so sorry. Uh...

We've made some progress.
The killer left blood behind.

That could be anybody.

Look, I know this is hard.
If it helps,

the chances are that whoever did this is
taking very good care of the baby, now.

Anthony if it was a boy.

Claire if it was a girl.

You didn't know?

We wanted to be surprised.

Now, I wish I knew.

Anthony.

What? / Oh. We determined the gender
from the blood in the umbilical cord.

A little boy...

We're going to find your baby.

I'd like to see Carla.

Did you find anything?

Nothing on the baby,
but we're searching around the clock.

Do you mind if I ask a few questions
that might help us out?

- Anything.
- Pregnancy can be tough on a couple.

How were you and Carla doing?

Good.
Closer than ever, in fact.

No fights? Arguments?
About the baby?

Who... Who was the baby's father,
by the way?

- It was a sperm bank.
- Woody, what are you doing?

I don't think you're being
completely honest, here.

One of your neighbors told me
that you and Carla fought constantly.

That's not true. / Said at least three times
a week there were screaming fights.

- Woody.
- Let me guess.

A man in his fifties, next door
to us on the north?

The same man who constantly
harassed us?

Called us "bull-dykes"? Told us he'd show
us the equipment you need for real sex?

That the right neighbor?

He said... you called Carla a slut
on more than one occasion,

and that he heard crashing
noises at least twice.

He's lying! Please!

Carla's dead, our baby's out there
with whoever killed her,

and you're on me?

Two women being married offends
some people. That occur to you?

A lot of possibilities occurred to me.

That's enough, Woody.

You have the killer's "D.N.A.".
Take mine.

If I prove to you that I didn't do this,
will you look for the person who did?

Hey, Jordan.

Jordan.

Hey.

Woody.

- Thought you were tuning me out.
- No. I, um...

- Zoned out?
- Yeah, I guess I did.

Look. The way you attacked Marissa...

That was out of bounds.
You know what she's going through.

If she's innocent, I do.
I had to check out the neighbor's story.

Oh. Yeah. The bigot neighbor.
Very important he gets to have his say.

- Same-sex couples fight, too.
- I know.

I have to treat Marissa like I would any other
spouse in this situation. You know the drill.

Yeah, but this is so clearly a case of
an unstable woman wanting a baby.

Who else kills pregnant women
and rips the baby out?

- Did you get anything on that?
- Carla drove her car to the park. It's still missing.

- Hopefully, when we find it,
it will give us something. - Okay. Well, if it turns up, I'll be there.

We've got to find this baby and
get him back to where he belongs.

DNA BLOOD SAMPLE POSITIVE MATCH

Does that mean what I think it means?

No. This... This can't be right.

Marissa's "D.N.A." matches the blood on the body?

DNA BLOOD SAMPLE POSITIVE MATCH
100% COMPLETE

If she's the killer...
Where's the baby?

- Why are you doing this?
- This is never going to be good,

but you can make it a lot better
if you tell me what you did with Anthony.

- I didn't...
- Is he alive?

- I didn't kill Carla.
- Then, why was your blood on her body?

What? / Take this place apart. You can call
your lawyer down at the station.

- Any questions?
- Is she, like, naked under there?

- Any real questions?
- If she wasn't shot or stabbed or nothing...

- why you "gotta" do all that stuff?
- To determine how she died.

If this were your mother,
you'd want to know. Wouldn't you?

Not "gonna" be any mystery, there.
She's "gonna" "O.D."

I'm sorry.

- After Trace comes Autopsy.
- Is that where they chop up the bodies?

Great.

- Little side trip when you went to the bathroom?
- You've got to admit that's funny.

I'm not laughing.

Yeah, well, you look like
you "ain't" laughed your entire life.

Did you ever hear of death with dignity?
There's no such thing.

There's nothing dignified
about getting shot on the sidewalk...

and lying there under a tarp for hours
while investigators make jokes.

Then, they bring you here and
slice into your body like it's a side of beef.

This is why you're here.

To see where you're going to end up.

This guy was walking down the street.

Do you think he deserved this?

Cops don't even know who shot him.

Maybe it was one of you.

Okay.

Now, I'm going to show
you what bullets do to your insides.

- I defended her.
- She puts on a good act.

You finish the autopsy, yet?

Yeah. But there's nothing that helps us.

I need to talk to her.

- She ready to tell us where the baby is?
- She doesn't know.

Marissa, I don't know what happened
between you and Carla... / Nothing.

- Nothing. You're all making a mistake.
- Your blood is on her body.

It dripped from above as
you were standing over her.

I have no cuts on my hands!

You want to "strip-search" me?
I have no wounds!

Where's the blood supposed to
have come from?

It's a question that needs answering.
It's major reasonable doubt.

"D.N.A." doesn't lie.
She could have had a nosebleed.

- Look. If Anthony dies...
- I don't know where he is!

If you let that baby die,
I'm coming after you.

The third slug ricocheted off the rib and
punctured the right lung, a kidney and the heart.

So. The shooter wasted "ammo".
He only needed one bullet.

Yeah. A real amateur. / What? You trying to
make me think that you're cool?

I don't give a damn
what you think of me.

- Good. Because I think this is a big waste of time.
- Yeah? Where else do you have to be?

Robbing another liquor store?
It will be there when you're done.

He seems a little cranky.

Irritability is one of the symptoms
of "meningioma".

Think he could have had this
the whole time we've known him?

Not funny.

No.

We could lose him to this.

If Dr. Sanchez is recommending this surgery,
why isn't Macy jumping at it?

I don't really get the lifestyle.

But Marissa could never have killed...

- "what's-her-name".
- Mother.

I'm sorry, but we have hard
evidence against your daughter.

Look. I understand
you want to help her.

But there's a missing
baby boy out there.

Now, we need you to get Marissa
to tell us where he is.

Marissa doesn't listen to me.

About anything.

You're her sister.
Does she listen to you?

- Uh... We're not that close since...
- Since?

Since Marissa turned gay.
My wife has very little to do with her.

I didn't even know
"what's-her-name" was pregnant.

And really... Is that baby even Marissa's?

I mean... I don't think my daughter contributed
any sperm to the project. Do you?

The "project's" name is Anthony.

He's less than two days old.

And if we don't find him soon,
he's going to die.

I knew she was pregnant.

Marissa told me a few weeks ago.

She was really excited about it.

Would you talk to her?
Try to get her to tell the truth?

This baby's life may depend on it.

Please. Just tell me where the baby is.

- My client has already indicated...
- I'm okay.

- This has to work.
- We're running out of leads.

I don't know.

Marissa, please. It's a baby.

- Have you checked with her friends?
- Half the department is checking.

You know I have a problem
with your choices, but...

I don't want to have
this discussion again right now.

- Marissa.
- Go away.

We're back to square one.

We're here for you.

We don't approve, but...

You know... Hate the sin.
Love the sinner.

- "Uh-uh".
- "Uh-uh", what?

- I'm not signing your attendance sheet.
- Yeah, you are.

- I showed up. I looked at all your stiffs.
- I don't sign... you go back to "juvie", right?

Hell, no. I'm not going back there.

You want my signature?
Be back here in the morning.

Man, for what? I'm done here, man.
Sign my damn sheet.

You don't know nothing
about me, man.

Don't make me do something
you'll regret.

Nine "A.M." Be on time.

Man... The hell with you, man.

What's up?

We've got to go over all this again.

It's not going to tell us
what she did with the baby.

Just pull out all the evidence
we've collected.

- Jordan?
- Yeah?

That swab that we took from
the victim's arm? The killer's blood?

- Yeah? What about it?
- It's still sealed. It hasn't been processed.

But I matched it to Marissa Owens.

How many samples did you
make from Marissa's blood?

Four.

Two are gone.

You tested her "D.N.A." against itself.
How could you make a mistake like that?

They arrested her based
on your findings.

Were you distracted? Is it Dr. Macy?
Is that... Is that it?

Come on. Bug and I know
about his "meningioma". Okay?

What are you talking about? Look.
We... We have to re-run this test.

But you didn't refrigerate it.
It's degraded by now.

- Run it, anyway.
- But if I run it... / Run it!

- You tested her sample against her sample?
- I don't know what...

I arrested Marissa Owens
based on your "screw-up".

I put her through hell,
as if she wasn't there, already.

- I'm telling you...
- Now, she's got a case for a wrongful arrest,

- and you've compromised this entire investigation.
- Look, I'm sorry. / Sorry?

Can we stay focused on the baby?

Who could be out of the state
by now. Out of the country.

Ten hours, Jordan. Ten hours we've wasted,
sniffing down this wrong trail.

Where are you going?

I'm going to release Marissa
and I'm going to apologize.

And hope she doesn't hit us
with a big honking lawsuit.

You "ain't" got no games
on this thing?

Hey. I was here on time, big "bro".
Not my fault you were late.

Okay. Show me the bodies.
Show me the way.

- Turn my life around.
- Beyond my power.

- Isn't that why I'm here?
- You're here to see death.

What you do with your life
is up to you. Come on.

I and the Department truly apologize.

Please don't blame Detective Hoyt.
It was my fault. I am so sorry.

Sorry?

I've been trying to arrange
a funeral for Carla from a jail cell.

This shouldn't have happened.

My knees are raw from kneeling
on the cement floor, praying for my son,

who you accused me of kidnapping.

- I can't even imagine...
- Keep your "sorries".

Just do your job and find Anthony.

He was "horsing" around
with his friends at a construction site.

Fell into a thirty foot hole.

Should have watched
where he was going.

Yeah.

- I want you to clean him up.
- Say what?

- What do I look like?
- You afraid?

No. He's dead.
What's he "gonna" do?

Handling the dead makes some people
think about their own mortality.

Yeah, well, my cousin was shot,

my boy got knifed up, and the girl
across the street bit it in a "drive-by".

I think about how
I'm "gonna" die every day.

Maybe you should start thinking about
how you're going to live.

Clean him up so
his parents can see him.

Couple of mountain bikers found it.

Don't know what we'd do
without hikers and bikers.

- You look inside?
- Yeah. Empty.

- No baby?
- Baby? No.

Not that I saw.
I didn't want to touch anything.

Pop the back.

Woody. / We found Carla Owens' car at the bottom
of a ravine near Main and "Brookline".

An... Any sign of the baby?

No. But there is
a lot of blood inside.

Just take Main all the way past the "Y"
and look for the cruisers.

Okay. / Are you writing all this down?
We don't have time for you to get lost.

Yeah. No, I'll be there
in half an hour. Woody?

- Yeah?
- Thanks for calling me.

You weren't my first choice.
Nobody else was available.

Look. What are we supposed to do?

If... If Jordan blew you off about Dr. Macy,
then it's meant to be a secret.

I don't care. / If he wanted us to know,
he would have told us.

It's not right.

Dr. Macy knows we care
about him, doesn't he?

Woody found Carla Owens' car.
I'll be on scene.

- We need to talk to you about Dr. Macy.
- No. Not now, Nigel.

Yes. Now. / Look. Is he going to have the surgery?
Or is he going to do the gamma knife?

I don't know where you guys got
the idea that Garret's sick, but he's fine.

- Why do you keep covering for him?
- He's fine!

So, just back off, okay?

You're going to have to talk to him.

We're going to talk to him.

- Nice job, Charlie.
- You sign my thing, now?

I didn't see any reason to do the arms.
Who's going to see them?

Is this how you do stuff?
"Half-assed"?

- What's it to you?
- Come with me.

"Whoo!" This dude took
a major "beat-down".

- It was a car accident.
- Yeah?

Other driver was on a cell phone.
He jumped a light.

Why are you showing me this?

Because there was a man here.
Now, he's gone.

And it's left a huge hole in the lives
of the people who loved him.

These his?
The guy that died?

Yeah.

What the hell you trying to prove, man?

What are you?

Charlie!

A lot faster than yesterday.

You had every right to blow up
at me yesterday.

I know.

- Blood.
- Got to be Carla's, right?

- The killer must have been covered in it.
- Uh... Yeah.

If that's "amniotic" fluid...

Then the baby was
transported in this car.

I'll have to take this back.

Run some tests.

Hey. What's this?

Looks like a pamphlet, maybe?
It is seriously bloody.

Bag it.

Let's hope the killer left it behind,
and not Carla.

Hey, Charlie.

Listen, I read your file.

I know your father died in a car
accident when you were ten.

- Listen, it wasn't my intention...
- Yeah, it was.

You figured if I "boo-hoo'ed",
it would make everything all better.

Reggie Dawkins. He took the tour last year.

I'm sick of your little tales from
the "hood". Man, it "ain't" Halloween.

He made fun of the bodies.
He made jokes. He didn't get it,

and I knew it. Six months later,
Reggie was back. On the slab.

So, now, I'm your project?

- No. I just don't like cutting up children.
- I'm sixteen.

You're a kid. And you think
all adults are full of "crap".

So far.

What about your dad?
Was he a good father?

Not home much. Worked two jobs.

Nobody should have to work
two jobs just to feed their family.

It's one of the hardest lessons
any of us has to learn... is that life isn't fair.

- It sucks.
- Except when it doesn't. / When's that?

When you decide it doesn't.

He was wearing his work
clothes when he died.

Left during the middle of an oil change.
Nobody knew why.

It just killed my mom.
Not knowing.

He died because of me.

I jacked some video games, and the "rent-a-cop"
threw me in mall jail and called my dad.

So, he was going to pick you up.

When the security found out
about the accident...

they let me go. Didn't tell no one.

And neither did you. Did you every
think about telling your mom?

She'd hate me.

You know, most parents love
their kids, no matter what.

Does it still bother her? Not knowing
why your dad was on the road that day?

You can fix that.

Can you tell what it is?

- Paper.
- I know that. I mean, what is it?

Well, there's a couple of
isolated letters.

Unless you want to buy a vowel, it's...
... It's too saturated with blood.

So, we've got nothing. We don't even
know if the killer left it behind.

I am... undefeated.

New toy. Video "spectral comparator".

Focuses different wavelengths
of light on the document

until one of those wavelengths matches
that of the blood, thus canceling it out.

- Nigel.
- It will show us the lettering.

So, do it, already.

Dead. Jordan. It says "Jordan".

- The river, Jordan.
- Bethlehem, Galilee, the River Jordan...

Uh... It's a travel itinerary.
For a church trip.

- Carla Owens was Jewish.
- It's got to be from our killer.

Looks like it's part of a church bulletin.
What's that in the upper left corner?

"Whitesmouth" Church.

WHITESMOUTH COMMUNITY CHURCH WELCOME

I checked. This church has
over a thousand members.

That's a thousand people
who could have done this.

Ah. Well, I think we can narrow it down.

"Hate the sin. Love the sinner."

Isn't that what Marissa's sister said?

Oh. Perfect timing.

Guess who's a member of this church.

Rebecca?

- Did you find the baby?
- No.

But we did find a bulletin
from your church in Carla Owens' car.

It was, uh... soaked in Carla's blood.

You know... I remember
when Marissa was born.

She was so beautiful. So perfect.

And she stayed that way... perfect...

until she met that woman.

People love who they love.
It's not wrong.

No. That kind of love is a sin.

I pray for that baby.

Maybe if he's given the chance,
he'll get to stay perfect forever.

Alright. What do you mean?

- Did you kill him? To make him perfect?
- Come on.

- Did you find any prints on the bulletin?
- Just smudges.

- Anybody else's blood besides the victim's?
- No.

- Damn it.
- Okay. Thanks.

Rebecca and her husband live half
a mile from where the car was found.

She'll never admit she did it. She's going to
get away with this and it's my fault.

Maybe she's not the one
we should be focusing on.

- Were you home in the morning?
- Yes.

Rebecca left the house, didn't she?
Early.

And came home bloody.

Did she have the baby with her?

If you had any evidence,
you wouldn't be talking to me.

We don't have any. Yet.

- So, I can leave, then?
- There's a baby out there.

If he's still alive, we'll find him.
If he's dead...

your wife killed him.

Are you willing to live with that?

Can she?

I can't help you.

You tell us where the baby is...
We'll do what we can to help Rebecca.

We'll tell the "D.A."
that you cooperated. If not...

- I love my wife.
- "He that covers his sins shall not prosper...

But he who confesses and
forsakes his sins shall have mercy."

Proverbs twenty-eight thirteen.

She didn't go there to kill her.

- But when... when Carla fell and hit her head...
- She decided it was a sign from God?

That she was supposed
to take care of the baby?

- Keep it away from the perverts?
- That's not what we are.

I kept telling Rebecca...

God's message is about...

love and... acceptance.

But...

she just couldn't get her head
around what Marissa was doing.

Where is he?

Where's Anthony?

Is he alive?

He needs to go home.

Yeah. This is... This is your son.

The hospital checked
him out. He's fine.

Hey. I cleaned that kid again.

For real, this time.

His parents will appreciate it.

Anything else I got to do?

No.

You "gonna" sign my sheet, now?

You need to talk to your mom.

You "gonna" sign my sheet or not?

I still don't like you.

I know.

How are you feeling?

- Fine.
- You're sure?

Okay. One of you is going to tell
me what's going on.

We know.

About your "meningioma".
We saw your emails.

I don't have a "meningioma".
I was doing a consult.

And... And... And how exactly
did you see my emails?

A consult? Really?

Yes.

Freaks.

No. No. No. No hugs.

No problem.

And stay the hell out of my email.

- Of course.
- Never again.

It's an abomination.

"Judge not, 'lest ye' be judged."

"Condemn not,
'lest ye' be condemned."

What? I went to Sunday school, too.

But I must have missed the day when
they said it was okay to kill and kidnap.

Sick how people use the words of
love to inflict so much hate.

I better get back to the morgue.

Um, hey.

Yeah?

I'm sorry I didn't let up
on you before.

- I was frustrated.
- I screwed up.

I would have chewed your head off if you
screwed up like that and done that to Marissa.

Plus, I know what it feels like to be
wrongfully accused.

Jordan.

Are you sure you're okay? I...

I don't mean the case.
I mean... you?

I'm... I'm fine.

I could just... you know...
I could use some more sleep.

You know you can talk to me, right?

Yeah. Well. I'm good.

Look. Uh...

I screwed up on the Owens case.

Short-term memory loss.
It's a mass effect from the "meningioma"

pressing on your "temporal" lobe.

You've been seizing and
you didn't even know it.

Maybe.

So, I'm taking you out of the rotation.

What? / No autopsies,
no crime scenes, no lab work.

What? Is this your way of
blackmailing me into surgery?

You won't let me help you.
I can't do anything about that.

But I can't cover for you anymore.

Garret...

You have to deal with this.

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