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What are these, bitch cuffs?

Hold still. My hand, man!

I said hold still!

Cadillac Kligman.

Six Million Dollar Man.

Six pins in his leg and a bunch

of screws loose in his head.

And I was hoping for a slow day.

I'll get started on the paperwork.

Better get him out of here. Have fun.

What the hell are you doing?!

Hey! That's my desk! Get down now!

Get on the floor now!

Get in there! Get him down!

I need an ambulance in here!

Get me an ambulance!

Come on, Todd, come on!

What happened?

I don't know, one minute he was fine,

then he started convulsing and he fell over.

Come on, kid.

Come on!

He's dead.

Don, he's dead.

♪ Out here in the fields ♪

♪ I fight for my meals ♪

♪ I get my back into my living ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. ♪

I was questioning him.

He was getting agitated, then he started talking crazy.

Then he started shaking.

Foam was coming out of his mouth and he hit the ground.

Don't worry.

Sid will get to the bottom of it.

Detective Flack.

You mind answering a few questions?

No problem.

Don, don't you want to wait

for a union rep? No, no, no, no.

I'd rather take care of this now.

Okay, you can start

by filling out this incident report.

When did you first encounter

Mr. Fleming? Earlier today.

He was at wrestling practice over at Hillridge High School.

Detective Angell and I went by

and asked him to come downtown with us.

What'd you pick him up for? Because he was a potential suspect

in the Vincent Nelson homicide

and we wanted to ask him questions

about his relationship with Mr. Nelson.

And what was the subject's physical condition

when you first saw him?

Nothing unusual.

Maybe he was a little nervous.

Cops make some people nervous.

But basically he was fine?

Yes.

No cuts, no bruises, no scrapes?

No.

What about the abrasion

on the side of his head?

He walk in with that?

During the interview, he grew agitated.

Started flailing around.

I had to restrain him.

When I let go, he slipped and fell off the chair.

17-year-old boys don't just slip and fall

and then drop dead.

And they also don't require

a guardian to be present during questioning.

So maybe you gave him a little push.

You know what?

I changed my mind.

If you want my statement,

G.O. 15 me.

I want my union attorney.

Uh, uh!

Whoa!

Flying tomato over here took a dip in the garbage

while he was snowboarding.

Landed right next to the foot.

The rest of the body?

We're canvassing garbage receptacles

in the area.

The city only picks up trash once a week

on account of the budget cuts.

This place is turning into a cesspool.

Look what I found.

It's got dried blood all over it.

Looks like the foot

was wrapped in it.

Now I've heard of re-gifting, but this is pushing it.

Danny and Hawkes just found an arm

in a trash bin a couple blocks away.

That looks to be

male Caucasian.

Same as the foot that Mac found.

Wrapping paper's a match, too.

I'm thinking Christmas with the in-laws.

Degree of decomp puts the time of death

between 6:00 and 9:00 last night.

Mercifully, the dismemberment came later.

Kill a man and then chop him up into pieces.

Maybe the killer thought little pieces

would be easier to dispose of.

There is a certain logic.

Any idea what he used

to cut him up?

Haven't seen this particular

wound pattern before.

There's lateral movement at the incision,

bordered by

these jagged punctures.

Maybe I can give you a hand.

Okay.

Department of Sanitation found it

in a storm drain five blocks from the foot.

The top layer

of skin is separating

from the underlying tissue.

Yeah, it looks like it was submerged in water for a while.

If the glove fits...

♪ With guilt that no man should carry ♪

♪ Heavy enough ♪

♪ For me to get buried ♪

♪ I feel death on the road tonight ♪

♪ It's got me to where I wanna run and hide ♪

♪ Oh, I used to dream ♪

♪ Of oceans and streams ♪

♪ Flowing and growing strong ♪

♪ Where have all ♪

♪ Those days gone? ♪

Vince was the head wrestling coach at Hillridge High

for eight years.

Five championships.

Are you positive it's really him? I mean...

I mean, how can you be sure?

Maybe there's been some kind of mix-up.

We've identified him

by his fingerprints.

Every employee in the school system has them on file.

Mrs. Nelson, when was

the last time you saw your husband?

Yesterday at breakfast.

He was taking a business class at NYU on Thursday nights.

He wanted to open his own wrestling school.

So he never came home last night after class?

I fell asleep.

I called the police

in the morning when he wasn't home.

But they said I had to wait

48 hours before he'd be

officially missing. Looks like your

husband was quite a successful coach.

Mrs. Nelson, can you think

of anyone who might have wanted to hurt your husband?

No.

Vince was a great guy.

Everyone admired him.

Did he owe anybody money?

Or have a drug problem or a gambling habit?

I'm sorry...

but if you knew him,

you'd know how ridiculous your questions are.

Okay.

Thank you so much.

Please, give us a call if you remember anything else.

There was one thing.

I don't see how it could be related,

but yesterday when I came home from work,

someone was lurking on our roof.

I saw their shadows through the skylights there.

Looked like two people.

I heard them talking.

Creeping around.

It was kind of scary.

What time was this?

Around 4:00.

I knocked on my neighbor's door.

He said he would go up and check.

And? He said

he saw something that looked like blood,

but no people.

She said she saw them from the skylight.

Yeah, this would be the Nelson"

apartment right here.

Yup, here we go.

This is the blood the neighbor was talking about.

Boom.

So get this,

there's no Thursday night business classes

at NYU or any of its extension schools.

And there's no Vince Nelson registered with them period.

Nelson was lying to his wife.

He also withdrew 200 bucks from an ATM

on the Upper West Side the night he was killed.

Maybe he had something going on the side?

Confiscate his computer, bank records,

credit card statements... I want to know what else he was hiding.

Done.

What are you working on?

The blood we found on Nelson's roof.

I thought whoever was up there could've been connected to the case,

but it isn't human.

Take a look.

Cells have nuclei, it looks like

some kind of animal. It's a very large animal

with claws and scales.

The blood comes from an alligator, Mac.

♪ Mr. Potato Head. ♪

The live version.

More like the bloody dead version.

I used to play Mr. Potato Head as a boy.

I would time myself.

See how long it took to assemble him.

Some would say I was obsessed.

You?

Obsessed? No.

I found this

stuck in a patch of dried blood on Nelson's torso.

Looks like some kind of jewelry.

It's an acupressure magnet.

You put it on the meridian

of the ear to quit smoking.

My mom tried everything.

Then I'm almost certain it didn't belong to the vic.

His lungs were pink as a baby's.

Alas, his spine was not in such pristine condition.

Same marks as on the flesh,

but it looks like some sort of thermal burn on the bone.

Kinetic energy.

Whatever the killer used to dismember the body

was starting to heat up.

So he must have dismembered the torso last.

That explains why

we only found burns there.

I also discovered trace in the victim's chest hair.

Looks like sawdust.

Sawdust. Between that and the thermal burning

on the bone, I'm thinking some kind of chainsaw.

But what type of chainsaw

leaves jagged wounds like this?

♪ ♪

♪ A loose cannon shoots in the wind ♪

♪ The show assigns shows for the games to begin. ♪

♪ They say around the way you've asked for me ♪

♪ There's even talk about you wanting me ♪

♪ I must admit that's what I want to hear ♪

♪ But that's just talk until you take me there ♪

♪ Oh, if it's true, take me all alone... ♪

Mind if I cut in?

Prostitution?

Come on, Ms. Love, I got a rap sheet here

says you've been arrested four times for solicitation.

I'll see you next week, George.

Mm-hmm, okay.

This isn't what

you think, Detective.

This isn't what you think either, Ms. Love.

I'm not Vice. I'm with Homicide.

We have your fingerprint on that acupressure disc.

I bought one of those to quit smoking.

I lost it.

Well, we found it near this guy.

You know him?

That's Vince. Vince Nelson.

Why are you looking for him?

Because he was killed.

When was the last time you saw him?

Last night.

He comes here every Thursday night for a lesson.

Exactly what do you teach?

Private salsa lessons?

Is that what they call it these days?

No, these were legit.

Nelson wanted to surprise his wife

for their fifth anniversary. Take her out dancing.

And our Salsa instructor had a client right after Nelson

who corroborated her alibi.

Mac, I found something

on Coach Nelson's computer you should see.

This kid can't be more than ten years old.

It gets worse.

All right.

These photos

were attached to an e-mail

that Nelson sent out to seven of his wrestling students.

This e-mail went out at 4:00 p.m.

Three hours later, Vince Nelson was dead.

You think we just found our motive?

Someone may've gotten this e-mail and snapped.

But if Coach Nelson was a pedophile,

why would he incriminate himself

by sending it out to members of his own team?

Maybe he molested some of these boys before

and knew they wouldn't tell.

This whole thing makes me sick.

No. Pedophiles usually download photos

and trade with other short eyes.

If that's the case, I'm betting

there's more where these came from.

Find them.

We had one victim, but now we have two.

This boy is too young

to be a student at Hillridge High.

We need to know who he is

and how Vince Nelson knew him.

I'll reach out to the Bureau of Missing and Exploited Children,

see if we can come up with any leads.

Pedophile coach.

Maybe he got what was coming to him.

The day he died, Nelson e-mailed the photos to seven kids

on his wrestling team.

One of them could've been embarrassed, humiliated...

Or just flat-out enraged.

I'll track them down, see what they got to say.

Found the kind of chainsaw

we're looking for.

It's new on the market.

Serrated shears on the bottom, chainsaw on the top.

Tool-mark pattern's a match to the body parts we found.

Call the manufacturer.

Get a list of credit card purchasers,

cross-reference them against...

To the last names

on the e-mails. Did it, done. Nothing.

Okay.

What about the sawdust?

The sawdust.

Still working on it.

The problem is the DNA from the tree contains

endogenous chemicals which inhibit analysis.

I mean, it's gonna be really difficult

to narrow it down to a specific species.

Well, that tree could point us in the direction of our killer.

Go with conventional methods instead.

Extract organic compounds, run 'em through

the GCMS. All right.

Hey, I think I just connected

the alligator blood that we found on Nelson's roof.

According to the principal at Hillridge High,

they had a science fair three days ago.

And the winning project was about the immunological

properties of alligator blood.

The creator of this project, Todd Fleming,

is also on the wrestling team.

I worked with Coach Nelson every day for three years.

We went to meets together, had a few beers after work,

then I find out he's into something like this.

Any of the guys on the team talked about the e-mail

or the murder? No,

not in front of me, anyway.

We got state championship coming up tomorrow.

That what they're focusing on.

Life goes on, right?

Not for everybody.

Is Todd Fleming around?

We want to ask him a few questions.

Fleming! Front and center.

Come on! Keep it going!

Look, I don't know anything about what happened, okay?

None of us do.

If that's why you guys came down here...

We found alligator blood on Coach Nelson's roof.

We think it was a part of your science project.

What were you doing up there, Todd?

I wasn't up there.

I... Look, even if I was up there,

what does it matter?

'Cause it's a murder investigation, smart guy.

Everything matters.

I didn't kill him.

We'll talk about this downtown.

I'm in the middle of practice.

Practice can wait.

Am I under arrest or something?

Look, Todd,

do you have any street clothes you can change into?

We just want to talk to you.

Yeah, in, um,

in the locker room. Let's go.

What are these, bitch cuffs? My hand, man! No!

Better get him out of here.

Have fun.

What the hell are you doing?!

I want to talk to you about the e-mail

Coach Nelson sent you.

What?

The day he was murdered.

Hey, Todd,

wake up. I know you got Nelson's e-mail

and I know you were on his roof.

It's crazy. This is our fault.

Was there someone else involved?

It wasn't supposed...

You talking about Vince Nelson's murder?

Can I go or what? Todd!

Your coach was murdered!

Now tell me what do I gotta do to get your attention here!

Hey! Hey...

Get down on the floor now!

I need an ambulance in here!

Get me an ambulance!

Preliminary cause of death is hypoxia

which presented in cardiac arrest.

Did he have a history of brain seizures?

Medical records are on the way.

He was a wrestler.

He might've had a previous head injury.

There were also several bruises on his arm, fractured ribs.

Well, that could've happened when Flack was

performing CPR.

What about this abrasion?

Based on the lack of subdermal bruising,

it occurred moments before death.

You saying Flack hit him?

Mac, I'll know more when

I open him up, complete my examination.

I did a preliminary tox screen for heroin, cocaine, PCP,

methamphetamine, marijuana and alcohol.

All were negative.

Don Flack did not kill this boy.

Find out what did.

Now, when you and Detective Flack

first approached Todd Fleming,

he was at wrestling practice, correct?

That's correct.

And what was his demeanor?

He was fine.

So the kid's calm,

perfectly healthy.

He agrees to take a ride with you down to the station house.

He's calm when you walk him through the precinct,

he's calm when you bring him in the interrogation room.

And in less than five minutes,

he suddenly becomes agitated,

has to be subdued,

and now he's dead.

That's exactly what happened.

And if I knew why, I wouldn't be sitting here with you.

Did you notice any injuries when you picked Fleming up?

Bruises?

No.

Was Detective Flack ever alone with him? In the car, maybe?

I drove.

Detective Flack sat in the back with Mr. Fleming.

We were together the entire time.

What about at the school?

Fleming was in his street clothes

at the time of his death. I'm assuming

he changed somewhere? In the locker room.

Who accompanied him there?

Detective Flack.

Detective Flack.

Doesn't look good.

Until you hear different,

I'm placing you on modified assignment.

As soon as we're done here,

you can surrender your gun and your shield

to the Lieutenant downstairs.

Whatever happened to giving a guy the benefit of the doubt?

Take a look in my personnel folder.

Not one civilian complaint.

Not one allegation of excessive force. Nothing.

Now, come on. That's got to count for something!

The only thing that counts for something

is what happened inside this room.

Look, Detective Flack did everything

by the book. The guy's a total professional.

Unlike your relationship with him, which I understand

is less than professional?

Not only is that none of your business,

but it has nothing to do with Todd Fleming's death.

Say hello to the newest member of the rubber gun squad.

I've been officially removed from active duty.

How do they know we're seeing each other, Don?

Who?

Internal Affairs.

But I thought we were trying to keep this thing quiet.

I didn't say anything to anyone.

That only leaves you. People talk.

They make assumptions. Because of those

assumptions now, my word doesn't mean squat with IA.

I mean, who could've told them? Look, Jess,

I'm sorry.

But I got bigger things to worry about right now

than squad room gossip.

Right.

Detective Angell's working this case

until IA's finished with their inquiry.

"Inquiry"? Is that what they're calling it?

They can't possibly think that Flack's responsible

for Todd Fleming's death.

I mean, he is so by the book.

He doesn't even swear.

None of us are happy about this.

In the meantime, IA's got a job to do and so do we.

All right, well, Fleming's been ruled out

as a suspect in Coach Nelson's death.

According to his mother, he was taking

an SAT prep class at the time

of Vince Nelson's murder.

The police confirmed that.

Still working

on the sawdust, but based on extracted hydrocarbons,

I've narrowed it down to three families.

Good. Stay with it.

Yeah, well, I wasn't so lucky

with the Christmas wrapping paper.

It's manufactured in China and mass-marketed

to department stores all over the U.S.

Taylor.

I'll be right there.

They just found a head.

He's coming together.

COD was due to crushed cricoid cartilage

which obstructed airflow to the lungs.

Lateral bruising on his throat.

He was hit with something hard,

a club or a pipe. Look at this.

Cauliflower ear.

From his wrestling days.

Same chainsaw tool marks

as the other body parts. I also found

this fleck of blood adhering to the skin

at the contusion site on the vic's throat.

And unlike the blood around the wound,

this particle was deposited when it

was already dry.

Which means it could've come from our killer.

♪ ♪

Stell, results on the blood fleck

that Sid collected from the vic's neck.

Not a match to our vic. Johnny Holt.

Ex-con. He was in

for sex crimes.

Just got released two weeks ago.

Thanks.

Hey. Hello.

How are you holding up?

Fantastic.

What's a five-letter word for a cooking utensil?

A whisk?

That would be it.

We're all rooting for you.

I want you to know that.

Thank you.

I appreciate that.

You here to see Johnny Holt?

Yes, I am.

We found his blood

on Vince Nelson's throat.

Holt's a bad dude.

If he gives you any problems, let me know.

I'll get in there and beat him up for you.

Whisk. I knew that.

Never seen him before.

There's traces of your blood on him.

My blood's all over this city.

Been shot nine times, knifed five.

We believe the victim was involved in child pornography.

Do you recognize this boy?

You implying I'm into kids?

Because I sure as hell don't fly that way.

Right. Right, you prefer to rape grown women.

I forgot.

They said it was rape.

Not me.

Where were you on Thursday?

On a date. With who?

I didn't catch her name.

But she wasn't as hot as you.

Holt's blood is on the victim, he's got priors

and his alibi is just as worthless as he is.

In other words, Mr. Holt just became our prime suspect.

Now all we have to do is shore up motive.

I've been working on that.

So far, I haven't been able to find a single

connection between him and Nelson.

And I doubt you will.

Ribosomal analysis shows that the sample

of Johnny Holt's blood that

we found on our vic

is at least three months old.

While he was still in Sing Sing.

Sid found the dried blood on Nelson's throat.

So he must've been hit there with a pipe or a club.

The blood must've been on the murder weapon.

Transferred onto Nelson when he was killed.

I think we just found our connection.

No.

I've never seen him.

Are you sure? He might've been an acquaintance

of your husband's? Absolutely not.

What about this boy?

I don't recognize this child at all.

And to save you a question,

I have no idea what these pictures

are doing on Vince's computer.

Ever since this e-mail thing came out

the phone's been ringing nonstop.

Someone put a pile of dog feces on my doormat this morning.

Mrs. Nelson,

did your husband teach anywhere else

where he might've been in contact with younger boys?

After-school program?

The local Y?

Look, I'm just going to say this once.

Vince was a normal guy.

Okay? A normal,

boring, regular guy.

He watched football in his underwear.

He never took out the garbage

unless I told him to.

He forgot our anniversary

year after year and tried to make up for it two days later

with a, with a bouquet of white roses.

But I didn't care,

because he loved me.

Mrs. Nelson, was there anybody

on the wrestling team that your husband

seemed especially close to?

Anyone he saw outside of practice

or talked about more than any of the others?

No. Did he seem to have a problem with any

of the boys on the team? Look, just because

he worked with boys doesn't mean that...

God, I don't know why

I don't just unplug it!

I guess I keep hoping one of these times

it'll be someone with something comforting to say!

I-I'm so sorry. We're almost done here.

I know what you're thinking.

"Oh, poor woman.

"How could she possibly deny the fact

"that her husband was a pedophile?

"We have these pictures.

This e-mail."

Well, Vince

wasn't a pedophile.

He was a loving, innocent man

who was murdered.

Why don't you put your energy into finding his killer?

The photos of the boy were

downloaded from an international child porn site.

Which makes it unlikely

that Nelson actually molested him.

I checked the browser

and search histories on his computer.

There were no additional pornography downloads

or searches, not one.

Maybe he covered his tracks,

surfed anonymously? No.

The hard drive's clean.

The strange thing is, when I checked the firewall log,

I did find a breach

on the same day the photos were downloaded.

I'm thinking someone could've pirated his signal.

Todd Fleming.

The alligator blood

Stella found puts him on Nelson's roof.

Maybe that's what he was doing up there.

Okay, so Fleming downloads the photos of the boy,

and makes it looks like Coach Nelson sent them.

I mean, it's possible, but why?

Clearly, Fleming wanted to discredit Nelson. Making a coach

look like a pedophile, that'll do it.

Nothing.

Nothing.

Nelson's apartment.

Stell and Lindsay found the alligator blood over here.

Okay, maybe something.

I'm getting a list of networks,

but nothing strong enough to connect to.

It means we're in the vicinity.

Okay, I've got several network choices now.

Signal looks like it's strongest in this direction.

Got one Wi-Fi network

that's fully unprotected, no password,

nothing... genius.

Look what it's called.

"Vince N. Wireless Network."

So all Fleming had to do from here

was to release a prewritten script to Nelson's computer,

turning it into a zombie.

Giving him complete control.

The e-mail connects to the murder,

I just can't figure out how.

Yeah, well, we know

Fleming didn't kill Nelson.

He had an alibi.

Right, but Coach Nelson's wife

said she saw two people up here.

He might've had some help.

There's sawdust over here.

Sid found sawdust on the victim.

But Stella and Lindsay would've found

the sawdust when they were here.

Not necessarily.

I got good news and I got good news.

Which one you want first? Whatever's faster.

All right, the sample of sawdust from the roof is identical

to the sample we found in Coach Nelson's chest hairs.

And I finally determined the species it came from.

Fagus sylvatica.

Beech willow tree.

Which is indigenous to Flushing, Queens.

Could be where our killer lives.

Or just where he set up his chop shop.

See if anyone who got that e-mail hails from Flushing.

Gotcha.

Kyle Sheridan?

Hey!

Three-count, buddy.

You lose.

High school wrestling team?

Four older brothers. Come on.

Whoa, Coach Nelson.

What happened to his neck? It was separated from his body.

And the rest of him was stuffed

in garbage cans all over the city.

Whoa, wait, you think I had something to do with this?

We found sawdust on his torso.

Sawdust from a tree indigenous to Flushing, Queens.

So? You're the only

kid on the wrestling team

who is from Flushing, Queens.

We found that same sawdust on Coach Nelson's roof.

You were up there, weren't you,

with Todd Fleming? No.

You leeched off his Wi-Fi signal,

sent out the incriminating photos

of the young boy. Right, when the coach found out about it,

he came to you, and what'd you do?

I-I didn't kill Coach Nelson.

Todd Fleming had an alibi

for the night Nelson was killed, which leaves you.

Okay!

Okay...

Yes, we sent the e-mail, okay?

I'll admit that.

Yeah.

Nice.

See, my-my dad, he doesn't make a lot of money.

So the only way I'm going to college is

if I get a wrestling scholarship.

Coach Nelson, he moved me up

a weight class.

That totally wrecked my chance

at state championship.

So we thought if we sent these pictures around,

maybe it'll get him fired. So you e-mailed

them to yourselves to throw off suspicion?

Yeah, but that's all we did, okay?

We had nothing to do with the murder. Ah, you know what,

actually, you kind of did.

'Cause we're thinking

it's those pictures that got your coach killed.

Where were you Thursday night?

Um...

I was at, uh, school.

I was at a basketball game.

Got somebody who can vouch for that?

Uh... yeah, yeah.

My, my-my, my Dad. He picked me up

around 10:00.

What's his name?

Alex Sheridan.

He works at the Manhattan Superior Court.

He's a court officer.

He was struck

by something hard,

a club or a pipe.

It wasn't the son,

it was the father.

Court officers have metal batons.

I'm thinking that's what made the bruise

on Vince Nelson's throat.

So the father was snooping on the son's computer,

saw an e-mail from Coach Nelson...

Assumed Nelson sent it.

And confronted him.

The problem is, in order for Johnny Holt's blood

to get on Sheridan's baton, they would have

to have contact at some point.

Right, and that blood is more than three months old,

and Holt was still in prison.

Let's check it.

Prison transfer log from Sing Sing.

Here we go, three months ago Holt was taken from Sing Sing

to Manhattan Superior Court. For one day

to testify as a witness in a trial. There must've been

some sort of altercation in that courthouse.

That would explain how Holt's blood

got on Sheridan's baton.

All right, let's go.

Move it, scumbag.

Time to get a warrant to search Alex Sheridan's house.

♪ ♪

Kyle's whole life was wrestling.

He was 14

when he made the team.

That was the happiest day of his life.

Gave him confidence,

discipline, a sense of belonging.

I wanted to pin a medal on Coach Nelson.

But when I saw that e-mail,

those disgusting photos...

That knocked the breath right out of me.

I picked up the phone

and told him I was going to notify

the school the very next morning.

So Nelson came to your house

to try to settle things in person.

Yeah, except all he did

was deny it; said he'd never seen the photos,

had no idea where they came from.

See, no one is guilty these days.

Everyone's an innocent victim.

I was not about to let my son become a victim.

I fought back.

So what was I going to do?

Get 25 to life for killing that son of a bitch?

I see these perverts every day.

They waltz into my court.

They get a slap on the wrist,

and then they go off and re-offend.

The only treatment for them is death.

You dismembered him to make it easier

to dispose of the body. I've worked

in a courtroom for 16 years.

Tough to get a conviction without a body.

There's only one problem.

Vince Nelson didn't send those photos.

I don't understand. I saw them.

They were there with his name on my son's computer.

Your son Kyle sent them.

To himself and six other boys on the wrestling team.

He blamed the coach for ruining his chances

at the state championship.

Sending the photos from Nelson's e-mail address

was his way of getting revenge.

He wanted to get the coach fired.

This whole thing was just a tragic misunderstanding.

Wrestle!

Yeah!

You got him!

♪ Like a freeze-dried rose ♪

♪ You will never be what you were ♪

♪ What you were to me, a memory ♪

♪ But if I listen to the dark ♪

♪ You'll embrace me like a star, envelope me ♪

♪ Envelope me. ♪

You going somewhere, Don?

Yep, there is no point in me hanging around

pushing papers.

It's not my style, Mac.

You've been cleared.

I just heard.

I want you to know I never doubted you.

Thanks. You know, for a long minute there,

it felt like everybody else did.

Todd Fleming's medical records show that he was

prescribed an antidepressant eight months ago.

When Sid did a screen for that particular drug,

he found more than ten times

the recommended dosage in his system.

Enough to cause the seizure?

Found an empty prescription bottle

in his locker at school.

I stood by the door while he got changed.

That's the only time he was alone.

God, what a waste.

Seems to be a lot of that in this case.

Don.

You know, the Rangers

are playing tonight.

We could catch the third period

at that new sports bar on Lafayette.

I didn't know you liked hockey.

I don't.