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So tell us why you attacked the old lady.

Maybe there was... What the lawyers call mitigating circumstances.

Yeah, like maybe that mean old lady wouldn't let go of her purse.

Or maybe she called you a bad name.

She call you a bad name?

I think the DA would understand that. Might even give him a break.

When you're sober.

First degree murder committed during the commission of a felony.

It's an automatic death penalty.

Grab your attention, Victor.

My throat's really dry. I need a soda.

Diet okay?

That's all you got, sure.

You want a little ice with that?

Not too much, sure.

Let me see if I got this straight. That's one diet soda and not too much

Yeah.

I've got a broken arm with that order.

How you got him upset?

What is this, man?

You know, it's an interrogation techniques.

You've heard of good cop, bad cop?

Well, this is bad cop, bad cop. Hey, hey, you guys can't touch me.

Gentlemen.

Captain? Officer, take him to detention.

Two citizen complaints and three a week.

And one on his way to detention, waiting to be reported.

Now, that's exactly what I expect to find in your file, Aykroyd. But not

Sloan. What is happening to you?

It's been a rough month.

A rough month.

A rough month.

Gentlemen, when do we not have a rough month?

You know, Sloan, I put you with this guy to straighten him out.

Not for him to influence you.

Last time he was on the street, the Kennedys ran D .C.

He didn't hold her up against you. He doesn't give a damn either.

Miss Stewart?

Miss Stewart?

Is she dead?

Yeah.

Did you see anything?

I just came on duty.

You stay here and secure the area. I'll call the police. All right.

We know who she was?

Marissa Seward, one of Computex's technicians.

Apparently, cause of death was blunt force trauma to the head. What time do

think it was?

Six to eight hours ago.

No, really. I'm a consultant with the police department.

It's all right. Let him in.

What do we got?

No, we don't have anything.

Steve and I have a dead woman and a lot of questions, some of which I'm going to

ask Computex. So, that's okay with you?

Reggie.

How does Steve end up with a guy like that? Oh, Reggie, Steve's an old

officer. He's been having a little problem lately. The department asked

try to get him back on track.

Nice assignment.

Mr. Carver, I tell you, you sure got a lot of high -tech stuff in this room.

What exactly do you people do in here?

This was a clean room, a sterile environment where we recover and repair

hard drives.

Temperature... Humidity and dust are all tightly controlled. Even the smallest

particle can destroy sensitive information.

Was Marissa Seward doing anything particularly important?

Good question. I would have never thought that. We had a rushed job.

DBC Insurance is under investigation for money laundering.

So when the company deliberately crashed their hard drives, the Justice

Department hired us to resurrect the information.

Where are the DBC disks?

Still on Marissa's workbench.

Tell me about your security system.

Well, for entry and exit, a right thumb must be placed on the scanner, which

checks both print and pulse.

What happens if one of your employees has a gun put to his head?

Nothing.

If the pulse of an authorized entity is outside a specified range, the mechanism

will not engage. Does the security log show anybody entering or leaving the

besides Marissa during the night?

Doc, we're trying to work here, please. I'm sorry. Sorry.

Did anybody enter after Marissa Seward?

No.

And the door, the door wasn't open again?

No, not until Carl came in this morning.

The easy guard that found the body?

Yes, Carl Jackson.

He was doing his final checks before going off duty.

Warren Decker was the second man on the scene.

He was Carl's relief officer.

You know, this is a magnetic screwdriver. That's odd.

Screwdrivers magnetize, Doc. We know that. Thank you. You don't want to have

magnetic anything around a computer.

Anything magnetic will wipe the hard drives clean.

Did you find the magnet?

Not yet.

I really think we've got the situation handled here.

I'm just trying to help. I know, I know. But when we need your help, we'll ask

for it. That's enough, Reggie. Just back off.

I don't know. Unless you've got any more questions for Carver, I think we're

done here.

I'm sorry, Dad.

You don't have to explain. I understand.

To man, it's not a morning person.

Cause of death is cerebral hemorrhage. Apparently the victim's head was slammed

into a computer monitor.

Nasty. To say the least. The core body temperature indicates that she died

almost immediately after entering the clean room.

After locking the door behind her.

Excuse me. I'm just a little confused. I thought we'd already established the

fact that Sloan and I are running this case.

Oh, when Amanda and I were discussing... Aren't you supposed to be treating

patients, or do you have a cop doing that for you?

What's the autopsy show?

Cerebral hemorrhage occurring shortly after the victim entered the clean room,

detective.

Anything else, Amanda?

Yes, stomach compounds for shrimp, pasta, tomatoes, things of that nature

apparently had for dinner. There's an interesting thing here.

There's a mosquito in those clothes.

And it looks like it's full of blood, too.

Don't you have some vaccines to give, Doc? You can drop the attitude, Reggie.

We're all on the same team.

Don't you know they can hear you out in the hallway?

What's the occasion, Archer?

You decide to spend your day off with the recently deceased?

Ah, the last time the chief gave me a day off, I spent it having my appendix

removed.

I'm taking over this case.

You got a problem? Take it up with your captain.

Did you do this?

That you don't make a couple calls and get me burned with Newman?

Is that what you did?

Look, I need... I need this case. Now, you know that.

My father wouldn't do that, Reggie.

Yeah, yeah, I know.

He's got a lot of love for me.

Now that we have that settled, how about filling in on the headlines, Dr.

Bentley? Sure, why not?

The third time the victim died of cerebral hemorrhage, her head was

a computer monitor.

I don't know why I always have to be the rape bait.

You know, next time one of you guys can wear a wig and a Dolly Parton bra.

This is ridiculous.

What's that?

If I didn't have to babysit you, I wouldn't have been pulled off a murder

investigation for a routine rape stakeout.

I'm approaching a clump of trees near the ranger station.

Don't see anything yet?

Yeah, and she never will.

This guy isn't going to show.

Just relax.

I know that's really going to help.

Motion boards are next week, and I'm babysitting a drunk.

Give me that.

You think you're big enough to take it from me, Steve?

You know you're not going to find your wife and kid in that bottle.

Ooh, clever line.

Would you write that yourself?

You have no idea what it's like to have your family walk out on you and

disappear.

You know, you're not the first cop whose spouse dumped him, Reggie.

It's been a year, Reggie. Get over it.

Hey, I'm past the ranger station and nearing the bathrooms.

My wife didn't abandon me.

Jack Sykes took Marcia and my daughter.

He's got to have been out there somewhere.

Yeah, you're getting his revenge.

There's only one problem with that, Reggie.

You've got no proof.

Then why would I make it up?

Maybe because you can't face facts.

Like your wife left you and took your daughter with her.

He's dead.

Thought he had a gun.

What are you doing?

Relax.

They have a gun. Steve had the shoe.

I didn't have any choice.

Let me understand how this went down.

The suspect turned, pulled a gun out of his waistband, and Detective Sloan had

no recourse but to defend himself.

and his fellow officers.

Is that the story?

Yes, sir.

There was no other recourse. That's the truth?

There's not a word of truth in it.

If I wanted fiction, I would go to the library.

Sloan, we all know what really went down last night.

If I bring in internal affairs, they're going to fire you, arrest you, and

prosecute you in that order.

I mean, I even sent some civil rights violations here.

Maybe I shouldn't stop at the I .A.

Maybe I ought to call in the feds. Are there any other choices?

Possibly. What does that mean?

Either one of you ever heard of the last resort clinic, Ward 2 of Community

General?

Well, that's a relatively new program. It's sort of the Betty Ford Center.

Except strictly for cops.

With a substance abuse or an emotional problem.

I don't have any substance abuse problems.

No, but you've got plenty of the other kind.

That's it. 90 days locked down in the last resort.

Or else I'll see you in the courtroom with a public defender.

You're correct.

Hello, Aykroyd.

You've been expecting me.

And you are?

Dr. David Sinclair. I'm in charge of this establishment.

You want to sign in and empty your pockets?

Want to open up your mouth?

You never know what you're going to find.

It's a nice place you got here.

Yeah. It's humanizing, isn't it?

You're expecting something different?

I couldn't tell you.

I didn't get a chance to peruse the resort's brochures.

Gentlemen, here's the story.

90 days lockdown.

You attend two encounter sessions a day, afternoons and evenings.

Right. In the mornings, you go to exercise and then testing.

No drugs, no booze, no sex.

If you get caught doing any of those three things, you're out of the program.

They can face your consequences on the outside.

Your bags will be returned after we go through them.

Welcome to the last resort, gentlemen.

Gentlemen.

Fresh meat.

Fresh meat.

Fresh meat. Settle down, Delroy.

You'll have to excuse him. Ten years undercover with skinhead speed dealers

left Delroy a mite hostile.

I love being assessed by a woman, first of all, whose idea of a police procedure

is snorting coke with suspects.

I was hoping that we'd all pass the show off stage.

Have a seat, gentlemen.

You know, if you can't psychobabble better than that... None of us are going

get cured.

None of us are going to get cured.

Dad, what are you doing here?

Dr. Sinclair asked me to come.

I tell you, Steve is the last guy I'd expect to end up in Ward 2.

Yeah, but Jesse, it's not something that just happened overnight. I'm sure it's

been building over time.

But we should have seen the signs, you know? I mean, we're his best friends.

Steve keeps everything inside. He's the one person I know that's been through so

much and doesn't show it. We still should have seen it coming.

Maybe it's because of the way we feel about Steve that we blinded ourselves to

his problems.

Well, whatever was going on, I'm sure he had no choice but to shoot that guy in

the park.

You do believe that, don't you?

You engaged me?

I'm assuming that means the autopsy report on Seward is ready.

Yes, but there's something else I want you to take a look at.

Mark Sloan discovered a dead mosquito on the clothes she was wearing.

Uh -huh.

I'm kind of in a hurry. The chief has got me on three other cases besides this

one. If you could just give me the report... So I spoke to a forensic

entomologist who specializes in mosquitoes.

In his opinion, the deterioration of its corpse puts its time of death

approximately the same time as the victim's.

I'll keep that in mind.

You got that report?

Detective Archer, that mosquito was filled with blood when it died.

Yet there were no bite marks on the victims. Now, if the police lab could

the human blood in that mosquito... And I'd know Brad Carver killed Marissa

Stewart. But unless your dead blood sucker can tell me how, I don't have

listen. Brad Carver, the owner of Computech? He's trying to take Computech

public, which would mean millions for him.

But I've been checking the company books, and there are a few gaps that

cover -up.

How does that make him a suspect?

He was having an affair with Marissa Seward.

My guess is that she knew all about Carver's financial shenanigans and was

blackmailing him.

We just have to prove it.

And figure out how he got into a locked room to kill her.

Details. I still think Amanda's onto something with the mosquito.

And I promise to keep that in mind.

Now, how about coughing up that report?

Blood from a mosquito?

Doesn't anybody believe in evidence anymore?

I do.

About six years ago, Jack Sykes and his brother, they were in these Stop and Rob

convenience stores.

And one night I was taking one out when they hit.

Both of them went down shooting.

I wounded Jack and I killed his brother.

What happened after Sykes was released from prison?

He showed up at my daughter's school.

Marsha, my wife, she went down one day to pick Abby up, and Sykes was standing

there holding my daughter's hand.

How did you feel?

I wanted to rip his heart out.

But there was nothing I could do.

Where you at?

He hadn't really crossed legal lines.

I wanted to take a bath to him, but if I did that, I would have gone to prison.

That's exactly what he wanted.

I take it your wife and daughter didn't react well.

No, Abby was a kid. She's young. She didn't understand what was going on.

Marsha, Marsha was a mess.

We had a few problems here and there, but nothing we really couldn't work out.

Bud Sykes, he made everything worse.

He kept up the pressure.

And he told me that he was going to take Abby and Marsha away from me.

And I didn't believe him.

You see, I thought I could protect them.

One day they were gone.

Couldn't they have left of their own accord?

I mean, let's be honest.

You weren't exactly the perfect husband.

But I was a good cop.

And I would have found them.

Maybe she's better at running away than you thought.

Can't stay angry forever.

You just gotta let some things go.

My daughter was only eight.

Would you just let your wife and daughter go? Is that what you would have

I wouldn't have lost them in the first place.

Sloan, you're in the barrel next.

I should be out there looking for them right now.

Well, this won't take long.

Really?

I've got nothing to say.

So then why are you here?

You tell me.

You resent your father being here in the group?

No.

Well, then why were you so upset when you first saw him here? I wasn't upset.

Just surprised.

Aren't you a little embarrassed that your father has to see you here in the

group? Well, he shouldn't be.

He has nothing to be embarrassed about.

Very proud of him.

Even after he murdered a man in cold blood?

He didn't murder anyone.

The shooting was justified.

You know your son so well.

You two have such a strong relationship built on mutual trust that you have no

doubts.

None at all.

Steve and I never have held anything back from each other.

How about it, Steve?

Want to say something?

Want to tell your dad about some of the...

Stuff that you're holding back that he doesn't know about.

Come on, Steve. I'm here for you.

Yeah, well, sometimes that's just not enough.

You shouldn't have held back from your father like that.

Family's important.

I don't know I don't have one anymore.

You're saying I should have told him and the entire group what really happened

in the park?

No, I'm just saying that you... Listen, Reggie, when you figure out how to

handle your own problems, then you can tell me how to deal with mine, okay?

Yeah. Daddy?

Abby?

I've still got them.

Who is this? You know who this is.

You took my family, now I've taken yours.

I've got your wife and kid.

Listen to me, Sykes. Abby doesn't even remember you, and your wife wishes she

could forget.

Marcia says I'm a lot better in bed than you ever were.

Sykes?

Sykes!

That was him on the phone.

He's got Marsha and Abby. I heard Abby's voice.

On this phone?

You see any others?

That's not possible.

Why not? There's no dial tone.

This phone's been dead for over a month. Talk to him on this thing.

He did.

I heard it ring.

I'm not imagining it.

What's going on here, Steve?

That's not too complicated. Somebody tried to call Reggie.

On a dead phone?

You don't have to take my word for it.

As a matter of fact, you don't have to be here at all.

What have you come up with now? A murdered butterfly?

A squashed ant?

We found a stain over here on the floor and Amanda had it analyzed at the path

lab. Okay, so dazzle me.

Sugar -free grape jelly and organic peanut butter.

Congratulations, you've just solved the mystery about what the victim had for

lunch. You know, Detective, you really should take a look at my autopsy report.

There was not a smidgen of peanut butter or jelly in the victim's stomach.

Marissa Seward was a top technician.

There's no way that she'd be eating in the clean room anyway.

Plus, time of death shows that she was killed almost as soon as she entered the

clean room.

Okay. But what does it prove?

Well, it proves that the killer is somebody Marissa Seward knew well enough

let into this room. Only the door closes automatically, and it was never

reopened from the inside.

If the killer followed Marissa in, he would have been trapped inside with her.

I'm not saying he wasn't.

Come outside. We'll show you.

Amanda, you be Marissa, I'll be the killer. Detective Archer, since they

have your thumbprint registered at security, you open the door, we'll go

Once the door is closed, open it again, go directly to the body, just like the

security guard did, okay?

Okay.

Dr. Guntling?

Travis?

Okay, I get it, Hotshot. You were behind the door when it opened. Just like the

security guard, you went straight to the body and I slipped out the door before

it closed behind you.

There's no way the killer could have gotten out before Carl opened the door

without leaving his thumbprint on the security log.

And he couldn't have dragged the victim over here to use her thumbprint because

of the security's pulse detector?

Would have detected she was dead. He had to wait for a live person.

But what about the peanut butter and jelly stain?

Well, he knew it was going to be a long wait, so he brought along a little bite

to eat.

That's why the mosquito is so important.

Why did I know this was coming?

Marissa Seward's blood type was type A.

The blood I recovered from the mosquito was type O.

The purifier here eliminates all the dust and the flying insects.

So the mosquito entered with the killer and Marissa. It then bit the killer and

then before being crushed, landed on Marissa's clothing.

Detective Archer, we're not trying to tell you how to do your job, but you

consider looking into Computex personnel files for the employee blood types. It

might narrow down your suspect list.

It could still be Brad Carver. He had no alibi the night of the murder.

His wife was out of town. He claims he was home alone.

Like I said, you might want to look into the personnel files for the employee

blood types.

Let me at least think.

I'm still in charge of this investigation.

I just had no idea how much difficulty she was having. You figured that the kid

was fixing toilets for a living.

Hey, Sinclair, educate the guy.

Trot out the suicide and divorce statistics for cops.

That's not necessary, is it, Dr. Snow? I know how hard Steve's job is.

But what I did know is that he didn't feel like talking to me about it.

You're not the problem here, Dad.

Well, then what is the problem?

That shooting in the park, did something happen?

A man died.

That's what happened.

Well, it was self -defense. I mean, you had no choice.

It was self -defense.

It was self -defense.

Geez, I don't know. I was there.

You want to be in the hot seat, Aykroyd?

If not, this is Steve's turn. What the hell are we all doing sitting here?

God, if you want an audience, sell tickets.

I'd better be outside looking for my wife and kid.

You know something, Doc? You're pathetic.

You're so damn desperate to talk to somebody.

Would you talk to me? You got some advice for me? Go ahead.

No, no advice, Reggie. Just some truth.

If your wife is precise because she wants to be, You watch your mouth or

shut it for you.

Okay.

Is that the way you talk to your wife when she says something you didn't like?

You leave my wife out of it.

Well, I mean, your wife is the whole point here, isn't she?

Where were you when Seitz was stalking your family?

I was involved in a police investigation.

All right. Well, you could have had time off for that.

But you were on duty.

Now, how do you think your wife felt about that?

A criminal stalking the family? You think something else is more important?

You're not a cop.

You wouldn't understand.

Your marriage was already shaky long before Sykes, wasn't it, Reggie?

You know, maybe he was just what your wife needed.

Somebody, anybody else to give her a little attention.

And what a perfect way to get back at you.

You don't want to go there.

Your refusal to confront your responsibilities by hiding behind that

Made you a bad father, a bad husband, and ultimately a bad and worthless cop

ended up getting his partner and himself locked in this place.

Take it easy. Sorry. Right, I got it.

What the hell is the matter with you, Reggie?

Why'd you take on my father like that?

Therapy.

Stay away from him.

I won't hurt him.

You're the one I'm worried about.

You're so in love with your dad waiting to tell him what happened in the park

that night.

Maybe you're afraid he won't love you anymore.

It was right here.

It was right here. It talked to me.

What did?

The doll, Reggie's doll.

It's like the one in the picture right here. It was right here. It talked to

Reggie, there's no doll.

It's all in your head.

Sykes doesn't have your wife and daughter. They left you, plain and

Accept it and get over it.

Phone call. What about the phone call? Now you heard the phone call.

Reggie, I backed you up because I'm your partner.

I didn't hear anything. And neither did you. It was all in your imagination.

You need to... You gotta help me get out of here.

Please, you gotta help me find Sykes and my family, please.

Reggie, I don't even know if Sykes has your family.

Listen to me.

You've got to trust my instincts.

I trust yours.

Please.

What's wrong, Mark?

The sessions haven't been going as well as I'd hoped.

Well, maybe he needs a little more time.

You see what I mean?

Which was that simple.

No kidding.

Ever since that night at the park, he's just shut everybody out.

He sure has, and quite frankly, that scares me.

Well, at least you don't have to worry about the Computech case anymore. We

figured out who murdered Marissa Seward.

Really? The blood you found in that mosquito has a different blood type than

victim's. And we also found a grape jelly stain on the floor of the clean

Which helped us uncover how the killer got in and out of it.

Uh -huh.

Now, Tannis Archer's really stepped up to the plate. She searched through the

Computech personnel files for employees' blood types.

Five of them had the same type that was found in the mosquito. One of them was

Warren Decker.

Decker? Who's Decker?

He was the second guard to the scene.

Archer checked him out and discovered that he had a brother who works for DVC

Insurance. That's the company whose hard drives Marissa Seward was working to

resurrect. Sounds like you've got it pretty well wrapped up.

Well, not quite. We still need a way to prove that it was Decker.

We thought maybe you'd have an idea or two.

Uh, Jesse, I'm fresh out.

What do you mean?

I'd loan anything to do with police work right now. You know, all I can think

about is Steve.

By just giving him a little more attention.

But I was busy playing detective out finding magnetized screwdrivers.

I've got to get back to Ward 2. See you later.

He did it again.

Screwdrivers. A magnetized screwdriver.

Listen, Dad,

you got a minute? Sure, Doc.

Yeah.

His sessions got pretty rough, huh? Yeah.

But you know, they might do so good if we can just start talking.

I guess I said a few things that, you know...

I'm sorry about this, Dad.

Let's go. We've got to move quickly. We're really sorry.

Hi.

How's it going?

Fun.

A perfect day, huh?

You're lucky your company has a patio like this. Take your breaks out in the

open air. Maybe get a little tan.

Do I know you?

Yeah, I'm Dr. Jesse Travis. You remember?

I'm consulting with the police on Marissa Seward's murder.

I hope you find the guy that killed her, man. She was a good lady.

Peanut butter and grape jelly. That has got to be my all -time favorite

sandwich. This is tuna.

You want half? Oh, no.

Thanks.

Is that a mosquito bite?

I hadn't noticed.

You want half of that, maybe?

I hate mosquitoes, but unfortunately, they love me.

You know, if there's one within a hundred miles from here, it finds me.

bites you, itches for days.

They don't bother me.

Did you know that police labs can actually recover blood from a mosquito?

Yeah? Yeah.

Like, you're type O, right?

If a mosquito bit you, the police lab would be able to get type O blood from

set. How do you know I'm type O?

Because I'm type O.

I mean, you can always recognize somebody with the same blood type.

That's a little trick they teach in medical school.

Is that right?

Well, that must have been pretty horrible finding Marissa Stewart dead.

Pretty ugly.

Never thought I'd be dealing with dead bodies working at a computer company,

know?

You know, it's a funny coincidence, though.

What? Well, that Marissa Stewart was working on the trash hard drive from DBC

Insurance.

I don't follow.

Well, your brother.

He's a VP at DBC Insurance.

I mean, he'd be in a lot of trouble if Marissa recovered the information from

the drive.

My brother and I don't talk.

I'm a major disappointment to him.

I know what that's like.

My father and I were estranged for years, but then I was able to do

for him.

Now we get along.

Maybe it's like that with you and your brother.

Not a chance.

When I tell you, my father is a real clever guy.

He would have figured out a way to wipe those drives clean without even thinking

about it.

He probably would have used a magnet.

Although it would have to be a high -powered one.

That would be pretty tough, smuggling it into the clean room.

And you couldn't just walk around with a big old magnet in a computer lab.

People would have a fit.

I guess so, yeah.

Although I guess you could smuggle it in a lunch bucket.

Though it would have to be a plastic one.

Because if it were a metal one, like yours, it would become magnetized.

Like that.

Guess what?

You're still a disappointment to your brother.

I'm beginning to see why Steve likes working with you so much.

This is where Sykes lived before he got arrested.

After he got out of prison, he came back here and used it as a base.

Reggie, the investigation into Marsha and Abby's disappearance must have

here.

I kind of doubt you would have overlooked anything.

Well, you know what they say about good police work, huh? You always start back

at the beginning.

Then where is Jack Sykes, partner? Because I don't see him.

What's he hiding under here?

They're here. What?

Reggie.

Reggie! Did you hear that?

Strike's hiding your family in here, Reggie. Has he got them in here?

Hear that? Did you hear that?

They're not here, Reggie.

Don't you hear that? Hear that? What did I listen to you for? I betrayed my

father for nothing.

Can't you hear that? I don't hear anything. Wait.

Listen.

I told you I'd come back, honey.

I told you I would.

Stay safe.

God bless you.

I did it, didn't I?

We always thought you did, Reggie.

But there was no evidence.

We had to set you up, Reggie.

Just take out the shooting, your sessions with Captain Newman all staged

your benefit.

We even had to fool our closest friends.

You're a cop.

Cleaned apart.

Even the men Steve pretended to shoot.

You made it hard for us, Reggie.

Pretty sharp guy.

Everything had to be realistic.

Clinic's phony.

Phone calls were all phony.

Well, the clinic exists.

But I was section of ward two.

That was just for us.

The call we faked.

We had to find a way to make you remember.

Get your subconscious to let go.

She really liked you blocked it all out from grief and...

Guilt.

How did this happen?

I'm in bed together, Steve.

When she said she was going to leave me, you did not know that Sykes was the

other man.

He laughed at me.

So I went for him.

Marcia got in the way.

So I pushed her. When I pushed her, she fell and she hit her head on the

nightstand.

Sykes pulled out a gun.

We fought for it.

He ran into the room, and the gun went off, and he killed her.

Killed my baby.

I shot him, Stevie.

I shot him, and I shot him, and I shot him.

I wish it were different.

I know, partner.

I know.