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Good night. I'm defensive.

Truth is, nothing much ever happens here in Pinecrest.

Out of nowhere, this guy drops onto the roof of her car. What we got is one

seriously traumatized corpse. Cassie Wells. No tape of her either.

She's smart. She's aggressive.

Try pushing. You're under arrest, Steven.

Police! Freeze!

Nothing ever happens at Pinecrest, huh?

In the jungles of Peru, the fight for survival heightens its intensity.

Now, Detective James Ellison is a sentinel in the fight for justice.

Seeing before others see.

Sensing what others can't.

An ever -vigilant watchman.

In war against crime.

Now this woman was on her way home from work when out of nowhere this guy drops

onto the roof of her car from this bridge up above.

That's quite a surprise.

Anybody see him jump? Nobody saw anything.

It was closed for a road look. I just talked to the bridge supervisor.

The road crew was down at the south end of the span when the guy jumped. Cassie

Wells. New chief in forensics. Oh, I got a memo.

Yeah, today's my first day with the Cascade PD.

Not the first day in forensics. I used to work at the San Francisco police.

Detective Ellison.

Detective Brown. Nice to meet you.

You got an ID on the victim?

Oh, none that I could find. His pockets were empty. You went through the

victim's pockets before the detective on the scene?

I was here first.

What? What, is there a problem?

Well, in the future, I'd appreciate it if you waited for one of us to get here

before you touch anything.

This looks like some... Mud.

Mixed in with some kind of fiber.

Carpet, maybe.

I already took the scraping.

So what do you guys think?

Accident, suicide, or murder?

Why don't you tell us your theory?

I'm assuming you have.

I do.

The fence on the bridge, too high to accidentally fall over. As for suicide,

haven't been able to find a car parked anywhere nearby, so it looks like he

didn't drive here. The carpet fibers on his shoes indicate he didn't walk here

on his own.

Besides, it's pretty chilly out and all he's got on is a T -shirt.

All things considered, I think somebody took him up on that bridge and threw him

off.

You've got all the pieces of the puzzle right in line, don't you?

There's just one thing.

What's that? Well, the bridge was closed, so there's nowhere to park in

North End.

And what your theory is suggesting is the killer parked on the south end. He

carried the body past the work crew without anybody noticing.

Well, maybe the crew was on a break or something.

Oh, good point. And you are?

I said I don't. Okay, let's go with the work crew on the break theory, shall we?

So the killer carries the victim, who's got to weigh 200 pounds, give or take,

up to the bridge to throw him over to meet his death.

Why?

Why what? Why go through all that trouble?

I mean, if you're going to kill somebody, there's got to be an easier

wouldn't you think?

What are you saying? It's not murder? I'm just saying your theory has all the

pieces.

But it doesn't make sense.

Let's take a look at the bridge.

Workman, we're on a break, huh?

How could she resist that?

We found him.

But so did the cops.

Hi, folks. Dan?

In here.

Hi, guys.

Thought I'd sit in on the autopsy.

Hey, Jim. Blair?

Haven't seen you down here since that autopsy last year, the one where you

passed out.

Well, uh, I was new back then. I'm thinking that maybe I can handle it now.

What are we looking at, Dan?

What we got is one seriously traumatized corpse.

Your report says he fell from the Cascade Narrows Bridge onto a parked

That's right, yeah.

In my estimation, that wouldn't account for the massive physical damage he

suffered. Maybe he was beaten before he fell.

It's possible, but it'd have to be one hell of a beating. We're talking every

major bone broken, every major organ shattered, arteries and blood vessels

burst. Take a look.

Oh, that's beautiful.

See what I mean?

Good thing we were able to get fingerprints.

Even his own mother wouldn't be able to ID him.

Do you always come to the autopsy?

Oh, well, it depends on the case. I find this one particularly interesting,

don't you?

You know, Wells... Cassie, that is too formal. I hate formality.

Okay, Cassie. Do you mind if I call you Jim?

No, no, not at all. Do I make you nervous, Jim?

Because I'm definitely getting the feeling I'm making you nervous.

Hey, Cassie, I'm sure you're very good at your job. You know, I'm really glad

hear you say that, because from what I can tell, you are really good at your

job, too. I know we're going to do some great work together.

Anyway, about our John Doe. I was thinking that maybe we should check out

tourist information, because this guy's shoes were made in Milan, and his belt

had one of those little Paris labels on it. You know, I really enjoy your

enthusiasm. I want you to know that.

Uh -huh.

But?

But you're not a detective.

And you feel like I'm stepping on your toes here, right? A little, yeah.

You know, it's funny, because I thought that this job was about solving crimes,

but what it's really about is ego and turf.

Ego, that's not it at all. Did it ever occur to you that I might have something

valuable to offer here?

You know, you don't have to carry a gun and a badge to solve a crime. All I'm

trying to say here... I know what you're trying to say.

I had hoped things would be different here in Cascade.

Watch out for the she -devil around the corner.

All right, all right. So she's a little eager.

Try pushy.

Look, why don't you give her a break? She's been here less than 48 hours. From

what I understand, she's very good at her job.

I wish she would do her job instead of trying to do my job.

Ah, come on. She's all right.

She's smart. She's aggressive.

She knows what she wants.

Personally, I kind of like her. Okay, D 'Artagnan, why don't you just back off

on this one? You've already dated half the eligible women in the department.

Leave her alone, okay?

Why don't you give her a break?

I mean, you know how it is. Captain Banks, excuse me for interrupting, but I

think there's something that you and Detective Ellison should see.

Come on in.

Dr. Wolf said that the physical damage to our John Doe was so intense that a

physical identification would be difficult.

I've got this new computer program that I've been beta testing, and it's

designed exactly for this kind of situation.

Okay, so here's what it does.

It builds a three -dimensional recreation of the victim's face.

based on data extrapolated from measurements of the skull.

So, you know, you add a known hair color, skin type, etc.

You know, I've seen computer modeling used to reconstruct early hominids based

on skull fragments, but, man, never with this level of sophistication. That's

incredible. Yeah, it's pretty cool, isn't it?

Obviously, there's room for error here, but I think this is a pretty good

facsimile of what our John Doe looked like before he died.

Oh, I'd say that was a pretty impressive piece of police work.

Wouldn't you, Jim?

I'd also think that you'd want to get a copy of that picture over to the medical

examiner as soon as possible.

Dan?

Hello, anybody here?

Maybe they're out to lunch.

Why don't we just leave the reconstruction on the table?

I hear breathing.

guys. They took the body. What body?

John Doe.

And they grabbed all the files, including the fingerprints.

They just ran out. I'll send somebody back for you.

The body was totally incinerated, sir.

Unfortunately, so were the M .E.'s files.

So all the fingerprints are gone.

Yeah, and Wolf didn't even have a chance to send them off to the FBI.

What about the vehicle?

It was stolen from an impound yard earlier this morning.

This committee's going to an awful lot of trouble to keep us from finding out

who our John Doe really is.

Well, maybe they're scared if we find out who he is, we'll find out who they

are. You know, there are times when the kid actually sounds like a cop.

Yeah.

Look, we're at a dead end here, Jim.

You know what that means.

Back to the beginning, sir, yes.

Watch yourselves out there.

Whoever these guys are, they've already killed one person. I don't think they'd

mind killing a cop.

Or an anthropologist.

See, the problem with the crime scene is you got cops, bystanders.

reporters, what have you, you come back during the day and there's nobody

around, it's a whole lot different, wouldn't you say?

He looks the same to me, man.

What about the bridge?

That pretty much looks the same, too.

You're looking, but you're not seeing shit.

Let's suppose our killer takes John Doe onto the bridge. He knocks him out and

he tosses him over the side. He hurtles 100 feet through the air and he lands

right here on top of the car. You don't have a problem with that?

Well, that guy'd have to be pretty strong. Or have a catapult to get him

those wires, huh?

Exactly.

What is it?

I'm not sure.

Come on.

It's a man's suit coat.

Looks like it matches our John Doe's pants.

It's with Franks.

You all right?

European passport.

Jean Duval from Marseille, France.

I'd say this is our John Doe.

How much are you doing a quarter of a mile away from where he fell?

Fell out of an airplane?

When I was in military, Captain, we were doing parachute training.

This poor kid's chute didn't open one time.

His body was so badly mangled they wouldn't let us look at him.

It broke every bone in his body.

which would explain why the body missed the telephone wires at the bridge and

why the jacket was so far away.

I mean, the Winsby could account for that, could have just torn it right off,

and also why the body was so physically traumatized. We checked with the

airport. There were no scheduled flights at the time of the incident over the

crime scene. Which means that it was an illegal flight and probably below radar.

What do we know about Jean Duval?

Well, U .S. Immigration has no record of issuing him a visa. I have a phone call

into the police in Marseille.

Here's another interesting piece to our puzzle.

Just before you came in, I had a visit from your new favorite forensics chief.

Miss Wells.

She ran an analysis on that soil sample found on the bottom of Duval's shoe.

Appears it had high traces of iron and copper, definitely not from around

Cascade. Where would it be from, sir?

According to her report, the only place that fits the profile is an area east of

Lake Quincy, the Watumsa Basin.

Watumsa.

Watumsa Basin, sir. Yeah, I did some research on the Watumsa Indians a couple

years back.

There's not much out there. I mean, there's some farmland and a couple of

abandoned copper mines, but that's about it.

The breadth of your knowledge never ceases to amaze me.

Oh, wait a minute. You know what? I'm wrong.

There is a town out there, a really small one, out in the middle of nowhere.

Pine something. Pine tree, pine saw, I don't know, something.

Pinecrest? Yeah, yeah, that's it.

Pinecrest. So a Frenchman falls out of a plane over Cascade with dirt on his

shoes from a place 200 miles away.

I think it's time for a road trip, Chief. Thank you, sir.

The police hasn't changed much.

Yeah, places like this usually don't.

You know, small towns like this are really just modern -day variations of

organizations like the mayors, the chief, the...

Doctors and medicine men, the police or the lawgivers and the warriors.

God, I remember the last time I was here, there was this sheriff with his

hanging out over his belt there and old geezers looked like an extra from

delivery.

I'm Sheriff McNeil. How can I help you?

I'm Detective Allison with the Cascade Police Department.

This is Blair Sandberg.

Cascade PD.

Well, we sure must be on your popularity list today.

Hi there. I was just telling Captain McNeil about our John Doe case.

I've got to say, he doesn't look familiar.

Well, what Miss Wells isn't aware of is that we've already made a tentative

identification. You have?

Yes, his name is Duval. He's a French national.

I don't suppose you have any idea why or if he'd been in the area recently.

I sure don't. If I could keep this, I'd be glad to ask him around.

I hope you don't mind if we do some checking around ourselves.

Not at all.

Though, frankly, I think you're wasting your time.

Truth is, nothing much ever happens here in Pinecrest.

I was just assisting on the identification of a corpse. What's wrong

When does a forensics chief drive 200 miles to confer with local law

enforcement? I thought you might be too busy to come out here. I was trying to

save you some time.

Well, why didn't you tell me?

Because I thought you might say no.

Yeah, I probably would have.

I'm sorry.

Come on, Jim.

She's just trying to help us out, man.

Well, this isn't some competition to see who can solve the case first.

You're not a detective.

I know I'm not a detective. You don't have to keep saying that.

Why don't you just go to the academy like everybody else? You may make it

on yourself.

I can't.

I tried.

Hey, are you all right?

I have asthma.

They won't let me in the academy.

Sorry, you know, I just... Hey!

Hold it!

Hey! Stop!

Police!

Nothing ever happens at Pinecrest, huh?

Named Tom Baldocchi.

Only been in town a few weeks.

Seen him around.

Never talked to him, though.

Let me take a look at this.

What'd you do with the body?

Oh, County Corner's way over in Lake Quincy, so we took it over to our local

clinic.

Thanks. I appreciate that. I'd like to examine the body, if I may.

I'm sure Doc Morrow wouldn't mind if we dropped by.

I'm going to wait right here.

Suit yourself.

Let's go, Wells.

Come in.

Stephen.

These are the detectives from Cascade.

Stephen Morrow.

Good to meet you both.

Hey.

Sondra, would you mind telling Mr. Eccles I'll be with him in about ten

Yes, Doctor.

So, you're the big city detectives. I'm Detective Ellison, and this is Miss

Wells.

Whole town's talking about you.

Yeah, hasn't been this much excitement around here since Bob Haskell said that

aliens abducted his cow.

Everybody knows Bob Haskell drinks too much of his own home brew.

Oh, maybe.

Maybe. But they never did find that cow, now, did they?

Body's in the back where I keep my medical supplies.

I turned the air conditioning on full blast to keep the body from decomposing.

Sure, it's plenty cold in here.

Anything I can get you?

No, I think we have everything we need. Thank you.

I'm going to take the pictures first.

What camera is that?

Oh, it's a digital camera.

It doesn't use any film.

What do you think I'm next, guns without bullets? Huh.

We can forget about fingerprints.

They've been surgically removed.

Yep, you're right.

That's not the only surgery he's had. You see these scars around his eyes and

his ears here?

Some up by the hairline, too.

Facelift, right?

I'd say more like complete reconstructive surgery.

This chin, this is an implant here. This jawline's been reconstructed. My guess

is that's not the original nose. What would you say, doctor?

Well, I'm no plastic surgeon, but in my professional opinion, I'd have to agree.

This man's had a lot of facial work done.

Now, if you went to all the trouble to change his look, it's a pretty good bet

that the ID is fake, too.

I said some kind of surgical procedure on his forearm as well.

What is it?

It feels like a tattoo that's been removed.

Of a upside -down cross and a star.

I feel something, but how can you possibly make out what that is?

Well, whoever it is, we know he's done a little time.

This was a prison gang tattoo.

Thanks, Ethan.

Yeah, thanks, Doc.

Appreciate your time. Thanks a lot. I'm glad I could help.

How much do they know? A hell of a lot more than they should.

What do you want to do? We've got a client coming in.

It's too late to cancel now.

Afterward, we just lay low and hope it all blows over.

What if they get too close?

Then we handle it.

That's what I pay you for, isn't it?

Is this yours?

Yep.

I took out the old engine, put it on from an old Porsche, had to rebuild

Very impressive.

Okay, look what I got in here.

Spectrographic analyzer. Full lab capabilities.

And we got one of those little portable x -ray machines.

I got more stuff in here than the department forensic man had.

Some of it I built myself. Some of it I'm testing for some manufacturing.

Excuse me.

Yeah, Allison.

Ken, I just got a call from Peter Pohl. Our dead man, Jean Duval, he was one of

theirs. Duval worked for him.

Well, he disappeared two weeks ago in Switzerland while he was working on a

case. You ever hear of Luquine?

The terrorist who was involved in that bombing in Paris last year.

The ball had been trailing him for months. Last week, he followed a lead to

Geneva, and then he vanished.

So how'd he end up in Cascade?

Well, I think you'd better find out.

Hey, Jim, you should come here and take a look at this.

I took a photo of Baldacchi, and I programmed in the adjustment for the

to his nose and his jawline.

What do you think?

You know what?

If you're right about that tattoo, I can modem his picture up to some of the

prisons in the Northwest. Somebody might recognize him. That's a good idea.

Nice work.

Does that mean I can stay?

Oh, come on. Just give me a chance. You know what? You guys need me on this

case.

Just give me a chance, okay? If I get in the way, you can send me home.

All right. Deal.

Excuse me. The only airport around here is way over in Lake Quincy, right?

Except for Bob Leland's.

Bob Leland's? He runs a crop dusting service.

He's got this little airfield north of town.

It's a dirt strip, really.

Wow. Look at that.

Screens like this, man. Beautiful.

That's when flying was flying, you know? Wind in your hair, heart in your

throat, hugs in your teeth.

Yeah, I suppose.

Hello?

Hello? The windows are blacked out.

Weird.

It's pretty strange.

Looking for something?

Yeah, afternoon.

Are you the owner?

Maybe. We were just wondering how much you charge for your services.

You don't look like farmers.

Actually, we were looking for someone to fly us into Cascade.

Why? Business.

I can't help you.

You fellas have a nice day.

We'll pay cash.

I don't need the business.

Friendly.

That's funny.

When is it?

Well...

That's the beautiful thing about these biplanes, is they can land and take off

on a dime. But, I mean, check it out. Look how big his runway is.

Look at that.

Check out

these

tracks.

Something's landed here, all right. You see these double lines?

Something a lot bigger than that crop.

Well,

come on.

Yeah.

Hey, Cassie, can you see what you can pull up for a guy named Bob Leland and

find out whatever you can on his crop dusting business?

Okay, but first, let me show you this. Come here.

You were right about Bob Docky.

His real name's Ray Loomis. He was paroled in January from Dulmut

And for what?

Get this.

Seven years ago, Loomis went to jail for his involvement in an organ transplant.

They were smuggling foreigners into the States, drugging them, taking out their

kidneys, and selling them on the black market.

Who else was involved?

Um, the ringleader was a doctor named Vern Delanian, released from prison last

year. Can you bring up his record? Yeah, easy.

You know, I remember reading about that.

They bring in these foreigners, and they promise them jobs and a new life, and

the next thing they'd know, they'd end up in some alley with one of their

kidneys gone. I mean, could you believe that?

Here comes... Vernon Charles Delaney.

Wait a minute, isn't that... Pinecrest's finest physician himself, Dr. Stephen

Morrow.

Do you know what you're saying?

People around here love Doc Morrow. I just can't believe he's a criminal.

Oh, what about this?

So there's a resemblance. A resemblance. Look, I'm not going to put a man in

jail based on a photograph.

Why don't you just bring him in for fingerprints?

I don't have to. Got him right here.

Took him last spring when the doc applied for his hunting license.

They don't match.

So, you think she switched them?

I don't know.

Something about this whole thing just doesn't sit right with me.

So what are we going to do now?

Well, first I've got to put a call into Interpol about Jean Duval. Then you and

I have to go have another talk with Dr. Morrow.

Oh, great. Well, while you guys are doing that, I'll go check out the

at Leland's. No, I think right now is a good time for you to head back to

Cascade. What?

Why? Because I've got a funny feeling about this place. If something gets

around here, I don't want you to get hurt.

Look. I got a .357 in my van, okay? When I was with the SFPD, I used to go to

the range and shoot. My scores were higher than most of the cops that I

Come on.

I can take care of myself.

I'm sure you can.

But this isn't open for debate.

Come on.

I thought that you and I were working something out here.

I guess I was just kidding myself.

Cassie, our agreement was if you got in the way, that you would head home.

And I think it's time you head home.

That's pretty harsh, man.

I mean, I understand you're trying to protect your territorial imperative

but come on.

I'm not trying to protect my territory. I'm trying to protect her.

Kelly, come on in.

Who are you?

What are you talking about?

I know you switched the fingerprints in my office.

The Cascade cop says you're somebody named Vern Delanian.

And how did he find out?

Your friend Loomis' prison record.

Who else knows?

I do.

You're under arrest, Stephen.

Kelly, come on. Which one of my deputies did you pay off to help you?

Tolliver or Nichols?

Both of them.

Bastard. Look, I can explain everything.

I'm not interested.

Whatever you're involved in, Stephen, it's over. You're going to jail.

Kelly, I may have lied about who I was, but I never lied about my feelings for

you.

You're such a girl scout.

McNeil's already here.

I smell blood.

And gunpowder. You smell it?

Of course. Pop the trunk on it.

Let's make three.

Get your hands up now!

Whoa, whoa, whoa! We found her like this! Get your hands up!

Now, wait a minute. This is a mistake here, guys. Get your hands up! Hands

against the ground! Go!

Oh, come on. Hey, don't point that thing at me. Come on. Take it easy, all

right? You didn't shoot her, guys.

What is the big secret here?

This is crazy.

What are you doing wasting time with us when the real killers are getting away?

Save your breath, Chief. They know we didn't kill him.

What are you talking about? Marl must be paying you a hell of a lot to throw

away your careers like this, huh?

Is that why he killed McNeil?

Because she wouldn't go along?

I'm gonna go find a girl.

Welcome to America. How was your flight?

Long and tiring.

Everything's ready as we agreed.

All we need is the money.

One million dollars.

American.

Here's your document.

Tomorrow you'll be Edgar Kleist, a naturalized American citizen born in

And wanted terrorist Luke Rene will cease to exist.

Yes, sir.

Hey, give me your glasses.

Quick, come on.

What are you doing?

Now you relax.

You'll be asleep soon.

Once we're gone, I don't want anything left for the police to find. Don't

That fuel burns at 3 ,000 degrees.

There won't be anything left but slag.

Good.

You're quite the entrepreneur there, Doc.

A witness protection program for one of criminals.

Plastic surgery, new identities.

Very nice.

Smart girl.

You know, the only part I don't understand?

He's the Interpol agent.

Oh, come on.

I mean, you said you were going to turn me into slag anyway.

Well, I mean, I confused.

Actually, we took him on as a client.

You can imagine our surprise when we discovered he wasn't who he appeared to

I mean, after all, that's our franchise.

Right.

And then you threw him out of the plane.

I had planned to have him disappear over the ocean, but as we were nearing

Cascade, he tried to grab Deed's gun and there was an accident.

What happens now?

Well, first I finish with Mr. Rene here.

And then, thanks to you and your friends, we pack up and move to a new

And you disappear.

Call Tulliver and Nichols.

Tell them we've got the girl.

Yeah, sure, Simon. We'll be standing by.

Simon said he was going to call the state police for backup, but, uh... What

about Cassie, man? I mean, she hasn't shown up. She hasn't even called.

Hold on, Simon.

Sheriff's office.

Nichols. Yeah. We got the girl.

Tomorrow I want you to bring those two cops out to the airfield.

All right.

Simon, they got Cassie. They took her to Bob Leland's airfield, which is about

two miles north of Pinecrest here.

It would help to get us some backup from the state police.

A chopper would be nice.

We'll check in with you in a while.

Nicholas and Tolliver should have been here by now. We may have a problem.

Take a look.

I'll check out that.

Drop your weapon!

Forget about him. Grab the money. Let's go.

Stay put.

Then it's up! I'm trying!

He's on the roof.

in conduct.

Come on, get up!

Come on!

Up in the air!

That's right, get your hands up.

So, do I, uh, I get to pick a flyer mouse for this?

Hey, get your hands up!

Put your hands against the side here. Let's get him out of here!

The best part is, not only did we close down their entire operation, but we also

found computer files that listed the name and locations of all of their

clients. 14 wanted criminals, including a mafia don and some junk barn king who

embezzled millions.

All in all, guys, I'd say it was a pretty nice song.

Congratulations. Thank you, sir.

Allison, am I keeping you from something?

Well,

to be honest, sir, I have a dinner date.

You got a date? That's great, man. Me too.

Terrific. Thank you, sir. Good night.

Some of us have social lives.

You know, it was just like...

Good evening. I'm running a little late. I'm meeting somebody for dinner. She

has reservations.

Her name's Wells.

Right this way, sir.

Ah.

Sarah, what are you doing here? What am I doing here? What are you doing here?

Hey, you guys. Sorry I'm late. That Friday night traffic is killer.

Cassie, what's going on?

What do you mean?

What are we both doing here? Yeah.

Well, you both asked me out.

I didn't want to turn down either one of you, so I thought this would be a good

chance for us to sit, have some dinner, talk it out. Talk it out? What sort of

talk? I just thought I'd like to tell you what a good job you did yesterday.

Sure. Thank you.

Thank you.

I, uh... Look, you guys, um, I think you're both great. You're both smart and

funny and good -looking, but, um, I have this rule that I don't... date anyone

I work with under any circumstances.

Easy. Take it easy.

Nobody's talking about dating here. I just thought this would be, you know,

of a get -acquainted dinner.

Right, right. You know, welcome wagon. Welcome Cassie to Cascade, right? Yeah,

lighten up.

All right, well, you know, because the two of you are way too competitive with

each other for this to ever work out, so it's a good thing.

Competitive? Us? Where did you get your information?

I think you got the wrong guy.

Oh, that's my pager.

That's the lab.

All right, Boyd. I'll be right back.

Well, take it easy.

Get a load of the prices on the menu?

Yeah, you know, Chief, I think the only way to show her that we aren't

competitive is to not fight and have her pay the check.

I am down with that, my friend. I am down with that.

Very good.

I wonder if the lobster's fresh.

Have to.