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[Jordan]
So, you all packed up
and ready to go to Florida?

[Garret]
It's only a few days.

Okay, here are
my contact numbers,

your added duties,

an the itemized reports
I'm going to need from Lily.

Okay, no sweat.

Confirm all deliveries.

You should probably
review my charts.

Oh, and the cooler
in the crypt's acting up.

No problem.

You ready for this?

Yeah, look at me, man.
I'm a vision of authority.

I'll just order the keg
and line up the togas.

Call me if you have
any problems.

Oh, and call me
if you decide

to go roller-blading
in cut-offs.

I just want
that mental image.

Great. And don't
forget sunscreen!

He didn't do it.

The guy's oozing guilt.

I'm up to my knees in it
from here.

Yes, the wounds
match the weapon,

but whoever stabbed his wife
and two kids is a lefty.

This man is not.

We caught him standing
over the victims

with a knife in his hand.

A knife he claims to have
pulled from his wife's chest.

Whatever.

Look at him.

Woody, he's staring into space.

He's obviously shocked and heartbroken.

Exactly. Shocked 'cause
we caught him.

Heartbroken 'cause he's lookin'
at life without parole.

I'm just saying
the forensics don't fit.

And I've always been
a good judge of character.

I read people very well,
and I don't think he's guilty.

I'm a pretty good judge
of character too, Devan.

I had you pegged,
didn't I?

Don't tell me.
Pushy. Driven.

And sometimes,
intolerable.

See, impressive,
isn't it?

Yet hardly original.All right.

You know what?
Let's play a little game here.

Pick any person in here,
any at all,

and I'll read them
like the back of my hand.

That's not fair.
You know everyone here.No, I don't.
I don't know her.

Whoa.

Ma'am, miss?

Are you okay?

You want to tell me
what happened here?

I think I just killed someone.

What?

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

We got you. Can we get
some help here, please?

Can we get some help?You got it?

[suspenseful rock music]

♪

She's coming to.

You're okay.

No, don't move,
don't move, don't move.

You're okay.
It's okay.

What happened?

You fainted.

I'm a doctor.
My name is Devan.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. No, it's not your blood.

You do have
some minor abrasions,

but this didn't come
from you.

That's kinda where I come in.

I'm Detective Hoyt.
Homicide.

And, uh, I'm gonna
have to ask you a few questions.

Um, okay,
why don't we start

from the beginning.

Why don't you tell us
your name?

Um, Jane. Jane Newman.

I'm an E.R. nurse
at Boston General.

I got off my shift
at 10:00 this morning.

I walked to my car,
like I do every day,

when this guy just--

Someone approached your car?

He smashed
right through my window.

Had you ever seen
this guy before?

I think he was
just after my purse.

What did he look like?

Brown hair.
He had a goatee.

He was tall.

What happened next? I tried to run away.

But he slammed me
against the wall.

And we started struggling.

Did he have a weapon?

He had a gun.

And before I knew it,
we were struggling over it.

And then it just went off.

Oh, my God.

What did I do?
Oh, my God, what did I do?

Jane, we need to know
exactly where your car is.

He may still be alive.

The parking garage
on Harrison.

It's across
from the hospital.

Third level down.

Okay, okay,
it's all right.

I'm gonna get
one of my guys

to stay here with you.

Oh, no, please.
Will you stay with me?

Of course.

This is Hoyt.

I'm gonna need a unit
over at Harrison...

Yeah, he's been chilling
about two hours.

There're enough jailhouse tats
on this bloke

to cover Rikers Island.

Charlie Rivers, 28.
Check out his wallet.

Probably cost more
than my suit.

Wow, now, what would a guy
carrying a Gucci wallet

want with some woman's purse?

Probably stole that, too,

along with the wad of cash
he was carrying.

Close to three grand.

Nice work if you can get it.

The last call he made
was local.

We'll run a trace on it.

Whoa, whoa.
What was that?

4-1-4-9-X-O.
Security code maybe?

Maybe an ATM number?

We can rule out
phone number.

Because it is
a license plate number.

This is not a random attack.

Charlie Rivers targeted Jane.

[Lily]
Oh, good.
Jordan, there you are.

The compression
in the crypt just died.

No big deal.
We've got a backup, right?

Uh, that was the backup.

Oh, so call maintenance.

I did. We're on their list.
It could be hours.

In the meantime,
our bodies are thawing.

All right, hit Emmy up
for some petty cash.

There's gotta be someplace
around here that sells dry ice.

Okay.

You know, Macy would've hit
the ceiling over this.

It's nice to have
someone in charge

who doesn't go ballistic
over things.

You know,
I-I'm not Dr. Macy.

[both laughing]

Yeah, I just don't
see why

you have to be all bitter
and cantankerous

to do this job.

I mean, we're
all adults here, right?

Yeah, you don't need me
lording over you.

Things are gonna run
a lot differently on my watch.

I'm sure everyone here will be
relieved to know that.

Oh, Lily.

I need those itemized reports
on my desk first thing tomorrow.

I'm swamped, Jordan.
I can't.

Oh, okay.

Uh, whenever you can.

Oh, hey, Bug.

You ever heard of one
of our M.E.s taking requests?

The last year.

Christmas karaoke party,

when Nigel belted Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy.

Some of us
are still recovering.

I'm talking about an autopsy,
'cause I got one for you.

Well, you take it.

I've got a date
with a drug addict.

Autopsy four.

She doesn't want me.
She wants you.

What? Someone wants me?

Personally.

That's what I've been trying
to tell you.

Her name is Anna Shah.

Her husband dropped dead
on the "T" this morning.

Well, I suppose word
gets around.

Yeah, people talk.

So where is this woman?

I never get widows
that look like that.

I never get anyone
who looks like that.

But she wants me.

Yup.

And that'll be the mantra.
Go get 'em, tiger.

Being a physician himself,

William told me what lung cancer
would do to his body.

And maybe I would have had him
a little longer,

but I had to respect
his choice.

And what was that?

William's spiritual belief
was that a body

should not be disturbed
on its way to cremation,

protecting the astral-self.

He wished not to have
an autopsy.

Unfortunately, your husband died
on city transport.

The Medical Examiner's office
requires one.

I realize that.

What I'm asking is that
you make no incision.

With all due respect,
Mrs. Shah,

without an incision,
you don't have an autopsy.

We've put a man on the moon.

And you're saying
that there's no way

to release my husband
without slicing him open?

I saw your name
on the directory.

Where are you from?

Liverpool.

Before that?

Bangalore.
Chennapatna.

We moved when I was ten.

Small world.

I'm from Srirangapatna.

Really?Hmm-mm.

Well, we might have passed
each other some day.

At the market,
perhaps.

Right.

I'd like to believe that.

I'll do what I can.

Hey, Bug, did you order
a CAT scan for Mr. William Shah?

That's right.

He was supposed to be
a standard autopsy.

You mind me asking
what's with all the frills?

It's complicated.

Well, I kind of need to know.

I mean, I'm in charge.

[laughs]
I'm sorry.

I thought I was laughing
on the inside.

So you haven't answered
my question.

How do I put this, chief?

He doesn't want
to be cut into.

He probably didn't
want to die either,

but some things
are unavoidable.

Come on, it's his
last request.

I don't care.

I've got a memo here

from the Massachusetts Bay
Transportation Authority

requesting an autopsy.

They just want to avoid
culpability.

Come on, man, it's a lawsuit
waiting to happen.

I told his wife
I'd do what I could.

And you did.
Just cut him open. Capisce?

I'm usually sitting
where you are,

assuring a patient that
everything's going to be okay,

that things
are going to get better.

They will, Jane.
I promise.

Every day for five years
I parked in that same spot.

Every day, you're like
everybody else.

Until it happens to you.

You fought back.
You try not to forget that.

[door opens]

[Woody] Hi. Sorry.

Would you excuse us
for a moment, please?

Sorry.

How's she doing?

She's okay.
We're just talking.

Thank you
for staying with her, Devan.

I left a body for you
back at the morgue.

You can talk to him
all you want.

You found him in the garage?Yes.

So this is a homicide now.

I appreciate your help,
but I've got it from here.

But, Woody, if you want,
I can help--

I'll tell her you had
to go back to work. Thank you.

[through intercom]
Would you mind
taking a seat?

[Woody]
The man who attacked you.

[Jane] Yes?

His name was
Charlie Rivers.

Does that ring a bell?

No.

Okay, we traced
the last number he dialed

from his cell phone.

And pulled up an I.D.
from the RMV.

He called this man.

Alex Dwyer.

You know him?

Oh, I know him.

Um, he's been stalking me.

I met him
a couple months ago.

He'd been in a fender bender

and needed a few stitches
above his eyebrow.

He was very charming.

Um, handsome enough, I guess.

We got to talking.

He, uh, said he'd made a lot
of money selling real estate.

I'm not afraid to admit
that impressed me.

I don't meet many men
in the E.R.

Anyway, he, uh,
he asked me to dinner.

And I took a chance.

So when he walked me to my car, he tried to kiss me goodbye.

And I-I just wasn't ready.

And when I pushed him away,
he snapped.

I got in my car.
I drove away.

All that next day, the gifts started coming,

then messages on my machine,

he'd show up at my job
unannounced.

I mean, I knew this guy
was following me.

I just never
thought that he'd--

Did you ask him to stop?He wouldn't.

So I-I filed
a restraining order.

How did this happen?

Did Alex hire this man
to hurt me?

We found your license plate
number and a wad of cash on him.

So, yeah, looks that way.

Jane, your statement
could help us put him away.

No, you haven't seen
this guy angry.

My life has been turned
upside down

since the day
I met that man.

He knows where I live,
where I work,

when I get up, when I go to sleep.

Which is exactly why
you need to help us.

We're not gonna let him
hurt you anymore.

You can't control that.

He has me exactly
where he wants me.

Not anymore he doesn't.

Thank you, thanks.

Yes.

[Devan] Is that Alex Dwyer's file?

I thought you went back
to the morgue.

I got distracted.

Tends to happen
when you eavesdrop.

What's his file say?

Well, first, his real name
is not Alex Dwyer.

It's Ernie Pitts,
from Louisville, Kentucky,

and he's got a record.

He's stalked
other women?

No.

Grifter, petty con stuff.

B and E, theft, that's it.

Looks like he changed his name
and reinvented himself

as a real estate broker
three years ago.

She claims he made
a lot of money.

Hmm, still couldn't
buy himself a date.

So, if he couldn't have Jane,
no one would.

An oldie but a goody.

So he hires an ex-con
to do his dirty work.

I'm gonna go pick him up
and tell him his plan backfired.

I'll go back to the morgue.
Get Charlie Rivers into trace.

He may be dead, but his body
could speak volumes.We took Jane to a hotel.

As long as Dwyer's
out there,

she is not safe at home.

I know his type.
She's not safe anywhere.

[Peter]
Hey, Bug.

What's with
the CAT scan?

William Shah's scheduled
for an autopsy.

We've put a man
on the moon, Peter.

Why can't we find a way
to release this guy

without a scalpel?

His wife asked me
to avoid dissection.

It's a long story.

And Jordan went along
with that?

Yeah.

Really?

No.

Bug, you're obvious trying
to help this woman.

Plus she wants you.

She put her trust in me
for a reason, Peter.

Because I understand
where she comes from.

And it's not every day
that I can say that.

And she's single now.

Could you flip on
a monitor?

Sure.

That's strange.

What?

His lungs.
They're completely clear.

[Bug] No signs of malignancy.

He didn't die
of lung cancer.

He didn't even have it.

Why would the guy
lie to his wife?

Come on, Bug, wake up
and smell the coffee.

Maybe she's lying to you.

So...

Looks like you'll need
a new compressor.

Great. So let's get
that baby in there,

and you can be on your way.

I'm afraid
it's not that easy.

Office of Public Safety,

they won't even
let me order the part

without a release form.

Well, where do I
get one of those?

I fix coolers, lady.
How should I know?

So no compressor thing?

Rules are rules.

Uh-oh. Bad day?

Well, this boss thing
isn't all it's cracked up to be.

Well, if it's
any consolation,

I don't care
what everyone else is saying,

I think you're doing
a great job.

Thanks.

So, if you need anything,
uh, you know,

anything comes up,
you need a hand,

you just let me know.

I will.
I appreciate that.Okay, so, listen,

I was thinkin'
of maybe gettin' outta here

a little early tonight.

Not gonna happen.Okay, thanks.

[woman]
I always had my suspicions
about him.

And now the disappearing act,

it's par for the course.

What makes you think
he disappeared?

Because I taped this
to the door three days ago.Thank you.

Hello!

[Woody knocks] Mr. Dwyer!

Hello!

I must start trusting
my first instincts.

Maybe he's dead.

What else could explain
this lack of sanitation?

Ooh, well, I think this
would explain the stench.

On the other hand,

looks like he left
in a hurry.

What is this?
"Shire View."

A condo development he's selling.

God-awful things.

They take a fine old building
from downtown

and fill it with gaudy marble
and gold fixtures.

No toothbrush.

No shaving kit.

Yeah, Dwyer split, all right.

Question is, where to?

Well, judging from this, he
can't be too far away from her.

That's what I'm afraid of.

Thank you
for meeting with me.

I won't take up
much of your time.

I...

I just have
something to say.

Well, I guess that
makes both of us.

But, please, you first.

I think I was a little forward
with you earlier.

Perhaps
even flirtatious.

I...

This is not an apology.

It's more like an admission.

It's a strange time,
as I said.

And ours was a marriage
of friendship only.

I hope you don't
find it unseemly,

but I find you
very attractive.

Oh.

Uh, I see.

Well, I--

It's all right.

I don't
expect you to--

Well, I find you
very attractive also, so...

But I'm sure you must
be used to that.

Not at all.

I'm sorry, you said you
had something to say to me.

I did?

Yes, your husband.

Look, I don't know
how else to say this,

but he didn't have
lung cancer.

I don't understand.

I did the CAT scan myself.

And I found no pulmonary
disease whatsoever.

So what did he die of then?

Well, that was a question
I was hoping to ask you.

I don't have any idea. Look...

There's no way I can determine
the cause of death

without doing a proper autopsy.

Please.

I know I've asked you
a personal favor,

but I'm hoping
I might be able

to make it up to you one day.

[Lily]
She said that?

That she finds you
attractive?

Yeah, bold, right?

It's commendable.

So, listen, tell me...

is their some sort of
weird byproduct of grief

that makes a woman...

Vulnerable?

Horny.

Why? Because
her husband died,

and she suddenly
finds you attractive?

Shoot, Jordan.
I owe her paperwork.

You wanna tell me
what's going on?

Oh, I think Lily
just got called away.

I meant with the immunoglobulin
you ordered for William Shah.

Oh, that.

Yeah, that, that thing
I told you not to do.

You know how much
one of these things cost?

You know what?
Just make it go away.

Ugh, I'd prefer anarchy.
Now, where were we?

Oh, yeah.
What I was about to say...

When a person has years of
watching a loved one suffer,

the grieving starts
when the illness does.

Anna's had her share of tears.

Now her life can begin again.

That makes sense.

But I would pose
this question.

Is it her motives
that you're worried about?

Or your own?

I just don't want
to play on her emotions.

What is it?
What'd you find?

The results of this test.

There's a large quantity
of warfarin

in William Shah's blood.

Warfarin?

Rat poison.

Well, now, who's playing who?

Jane said she accidentally
threw out

an old photo album last month.

He must've dug them
out of her garbage.

Hmm, you know what they say,

one man's trash is another man's
creepy photo project.

Devan, tell me
you found something,

because between
the wad of cash

and the last call he made,

I'm assuming that Rivers met up with Dwyer yesterday

for the money exchange.

And this body is our
only road map to finding him.

Well, here's
our first landmark.

This powdery residue on his shoes.

The chemical signature points

to recrystallized
calcium carbonate.

It's marble.
But not just any marble.

It's found in the hills
outside San Pietro, Italy.

That's all very interesting,
but what does it tell us?

Well, It's highly prized

for custom kitchens
and bathrooms.

He was obviously somewhere
earlier today

where this marble
had been cut.

I'm gonna go out on a limb
and say it wasn't Italy.

The problem is,

there's a lot
of custom kitchens being built.

This could be a needle
in a haystack.

Or not.

[cell phone rings]

This is Hoyt.

What?

All right,
I'm on my way.

They just found Dwyer's car

outside of the Shire View
apartments.

That was easy.I'll get my coat.

No, no, no, no, you and
your coat are gonna stay here.

I'm going solo
on this one.

Hey, Nige.
Can I have second?

[Woody] Devan, thank you for everything.

It's been a pleasure.

We just had a pile-up
on the Pike.

I need you to stay
late tonight.

I wish I could, love,
but I've got--

I wasn't waiting for an answer.
I was telling you.

I need you to stay late tonight.

Oh, hey, go ahead.
Everyone else has.

Detective Hoyt
just kicked me off the case.

Oh. Well, you're not gonna
listen to that, are you?

Well, yeah.

Okay, let me just tell you
how things work around here.

When the cops say walk,
we run.

When they say stop,
we just go.

So let me get this straight.

Am I getting permission
from the boss?

Well...

[shrieks]

What are you doing here?

I'm trying to find a lead.
What do you think?

I think you are ignoring
my request.

Come on.

Reilly, I've got
a young woman

coming down to your car.

Would you kindly
escort her home,

before she drives me mad?

Thank you. Come on.

You can't make me go.Actually, I can.

This building is now part of an
official police investigation.

So would you please
let me do my job

and get out of here,
thank you.

Go.

All right.

[muffled shrieking]Ssh, ssh, ssh.

You lookin' for me?

You lookin' for me?

I could scream,
you know.

And I could pull
this trigger.

What're you doing here?You should be more concerned

about what the cops
are doing here.

Your little arrangement
last night?

Failed miserably.
Charlie Rivers is dead.

You didn't really leave Jane
with much choice, did you?

It was gonna be
one of them.

I just wanted to scare her.

Well, you succeeded.Where is she?

Some place where
you can't find her.

Find her? Why the hell
would I want to find her?

We're just gonna pretend
you haven't been stalking her

for the last couple months.

What? I don't know
what kinda crap

she spoon-fed you,
but I am not stalking Jane.

She's stalking me.

It's been going on
for two months now.

So why didn't you go
to the cops?

I did. I filed
a restraining order.

She still manages
to break into my place.

That doesn't make any sense.

And what about the phone calls
she's making to me,

the flowers that she sends,
the notes on my car?

Does that make any sense?

I threw some stuff in the car
and got the hell out of there.

Look, I've got a record,
okay?

I've done some bad things
in my past.

And no one is gonna
believe me over her.

But I swear to you
I am telling the truth.

This woman's insane.

[clanking]

Woody!

You all right?Yeah.

He has a gun!

Boston PD!

Boston PD!

Freeze!

Son of a--

What were you thinking
coming here?

I'm sorry.
I just--

You all right?Yeah.

What'd he say to you?

That he's not the one
doing the stalking.

She is.

Yeah, hiring a hit man
and pointing a gun at a cop

really helps that story.

He seemed pretty freaked out.

He said she's crazy.
She won't leave him alone.

And you believed him?

He claims he filed
a restraining order, Woody.

I think we should
at least check it out.

Over half of all
restraining orders

are countered by one back.

Just another way these freaks
force their victims

to deal with them.

My main focus right now
is finding this guy.

He said that she broke
into his place

and went through his things.

Devan, he's a con man,

and he's being accused
of attempted murder.

He's gonna say anything.

All I'm saying is,

maybe we're looking at this
from the wrong angle.

He is a fugitive.
He is a lunatic.

And he could've killed you.

You're not a cop, Devan.

So I'm going to tell you,
from here on in,

you're to stay out of this.

Do you understand?

Go home.

Dumb, stupid chair.

Stupid chair.

Uh, Jordan.

You've got
your release form.

So what's the problem?

I need to get the okay
from the health inspector.

For what?For me.

I'm concerned about working
in these conditions.

If you haven't noticed,

these bodies
have been melting away

in above-normal temperatures.

I'm no dummy.

If you had just fixed the thing
in the first place,

we wouldn't even be
having this problem!

Hey, I don't make the rules.

Fine, okay? I am hereby
establishing a new rule.

50 bucks an hour.

Cash, check, or charge?

Cash, please.

Thank you.

Hey, Bug.

What time are you planning
on getting outta--

Whoa. You cut William Shah.

Turns out he didn't mind
after all.

She snowed me, Peter.

Our weeping widow
fed her husband warfarin.

The blood thinner?

Otherwise known as rat poison.

Wow.

To think you almost fell

for the "coy, sex-starved
widow" gag, huh?

Look, there it is.

William Shah died
of a massive hemorrhage.

And his wife used me
to cover it up.

I've never bumped into anyone
at the market.

Can't believe I fell
for that crap.

Sorry, man.

You know, it all
makes sense to me now.

She saw my name
on the directory

and a big sign on my forehead
that reads "dumb ass."

Look, if that is the case,
then you can't blame yourself,

because she asked for you
specifically.

Which is exactly why
I should have known.

I'm contacting the police.

Hey, Bug.

Hold on a second.
Check this out.

What?In the back
of his throat here.

These purple-reddish
plaques.

Recognize them?

What the hell is going on?

From the M.E.'s office.

Gotcha.

[knocking on door]

What are you doing here?

I met Alex Dwyer tonight.

What?

At gunpoint.

Police are looking
for him right now.

What happened?

Is Detective Hoyt here?

Did you come by yourself?

Jane.

Dwyer says
he's the victim here.

That you have been stalking him.

Don't tell me you're buying
in to that crap.

I told you how persuasive
he could be.

He says you broke
into his place.That's ridiculous.

Then why did I find
your print on his bed?

Because I was there.

Okay?

That one date we had.

Ended up back at his place.
And I slept with him.

No, you said--you said
he tried to kiss you,

and then you pushed him away.

Hmm-mm, the next morning.

It was a terrible,
disgusting misjudgment.

Why didn't you just say that?

A little too humiliating.

The facts are still the same.

Just because I made a mistake

doesn't mean
he's not a monster.

Jane, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I thought...

That he was telling
the truth?

Yeah.

That's what you do?

You gather fingerprints,
stuff like that,

and make the victim feel like
they're to blame?

No, that's not
what I intended.

I've been through
a little too much

for someone I just met
to come over here

and judge me like this.Jane.

Thank you.

I never should have
listened to you.

See? It was a matter of time.
What'd I do now?

Woody told me to walk,
but you told me to run.

No, I didn't.
What are you talking about?

Earlier, you said
I should--I'm on brain overload, okay?

I don't even remember
that conversation.

Are you deaf?

Don't get me
in the middle of this.I am so sorry.

Sorry that my guy,
who I got parked

outside of Jane's hotel,
saw you go in there

or sorry that you did it
despite my request?

Both?Dwyer is on the lam.

Do you know how easily
he could have followed you?

You could have led him
directly to her!

[cell phone rings]

This is Hoyt.

I'll be right there.

Where you going?

Back to the hotel.

Looks like you
got somebody killed.

[Nigel]
One shot to the heart.

Must've died instantly.

Go ahead and bag him.

The hotel manager claims
at approximately 1:00 a.m.

guests heard a loud ruckus
from this room

followed by a single gunshot.

I thought you said
I was safe here.

How did he find me?

We're not too sure
of that yet.

You wanna tell me
what happened here?

He said he was room service.

Once I opened the door,
he just barreled inside.

He beat you pretty bad.

I tried to run.

What happened next?

I picked up that lamp
over there.

And I knocked the gun
from his hand.

That's when you grabbed it?

Yeah.

Once he lunged for me, I didn't know what else I could do.

Do me a favor.

Can you make sure
that she gets home safely?

Come on,
it's all right.

Thanks.

You should definitely
recuse yourself from this case.

Now what?

Nothing. No, you're right.
I'll let Nigel handle this one.

No, no, you're
thinking about something.

So just spill it.

Where were her
defensive wounds?

All right,
I'm up to speed.

Now, what's the problem?

Inconsistency written
all over Dwyer's brain.

See, Jordan, this is
what I'm talking about.

Are you gonna start in
with this again?

Children, please.

All right, Nige,
what do you got?

All right, we caught this
on the x-ray.

Now, Romeo here suffered
a fracture at his temporal bone.

[Jordan]
Oh, yeah, you can see a skull
fragment just above his ear.

Hit something
pretty hard.

Which caused this epidural
hemorrhage around his brain.

So?

So, ironically,
the bullet,

which entered
through Dwyer's heart,

perforated his aortic valve.

I'm sorry, I'm gonna need
the Cliff Notes version of that.

Meaning, that the gunshot
quickly ceased all blood flow.

So the question is, how did all
that blood get to his brain?

Look, this is all well and good,
but this case is closed.

He's dead, she's free.

It's over.

Not so fast, Woody.

Great. Now you're
siding with her.

I'm not siding with anyone.

I just think the two of you
have become so entrenched

in your own positions,

you're missing the forest
for the trees.

Now maybe Dwyer started

hemorrhaging during a scuffle,
and he didn't even know it.

Hey, let me go.

What the hell do you think?
Come here now!

[Jordan]
Once inside the hotel room,
Dwyer attacked Jane.

Come here.

But she escaped his grip,

and sent him flying
headlong into the nightstand.

[Devan]
He doesn't know it, but now
he's bleeding internally.

Soon after,
the dizziness overwhelms him.

Jane's able to knock the gun
from his hand...

[Jordan]
And shoots him once
in the chest.

[gunshot]

Only, with this
amount of blood,

he had to have been bleeding
at least 10 to 15 minutes

before he was shot.

He would've passed out
well before then.

However, this is all assuming
that his head hit something.

What're you getting at?

Well, the contusions
on his left side,

the temporal fracture
is on his left side.

And the bruise on his brain
is on the left side.

A coup injury.A coup injury.

Meaning what?

Meaning that Dwyer
didn't hit his head.

Something hit him.

[Nigel]
Jane didn't use that lamp

to knock the gun
from his grip.

Look, no lacerations.

No, she used it
to crack his skull.

Why would she lie about that?

Because Dwyer
immediately fell unconscious.

Jane didn't want us
to know

because she never shot him
out of self defense.

Jane convinced Dwyer
that she wanted to apologize.

But once he entered
the hotel room,

she ambushed him with a lamp
to the side of the head,

knocking him out cold.

[Devan]
For the next 10 to 15 minutes,

she staged the room to appear as if they struggled.

[Jordan]
Inflicted her own wounds.

All the while, his brain
is hemorrhaging.

Once the scene was set,
Jane grabbed Dwyer's gun

and shot him once.

The only problem is that
Jane did not make a call

from her cell phone

nor from the phone in the
hotel room last night to Dwyer.

So how did she arrange
for him to be there?

[knocking on door]

Wow, you bounce back quick.
Going somewhere?

I just need to get away.

Where to?

Like Mexico?

Can I help you
with something?

You know,
we couldn't figure out

how you got Dwyer
to the hotel last night.

Because I didn't.

But Dr. Maguire
masterfully

solved that riddle.

Well, thank you,
Detective Hoyt.

You're welcome.

So, what'd you do?

You sneaked out?
Called him earlier?

Promise you'd stop
tormenting him

if you guys make amends?

You'll be hard pressed
to prove that.

Well, I'd make a wager,

those gloves you're wearing,

would match the fibers we found

on a pay phone
a block from the hotel.

That's what I do, remember?

Collect evidence,
stuff like that.

You just couldn't accept that
he didn't want to see you again.

He was just being selfish.

Wasn't ready to settle down.

When he hired Rivers
to scare you off,

it just made you madder.

I loved him.

Is that what you call it?

If he'd just stop
fighting that,

we could have been
happy together.

[Bug]
Kaposi's Sarcoma.

That's what we found
in William's throat.

At least we know now...

that your husband
died from AIDS.

I found a blood thinner
hidden in his briefcase.

Which he was using as a
preventative, to avoid clotting.

Since warfarin
is a blood thinner,

that would explain why
it showed up in the blood work.

He probably OD'd by accident.

Bled out.

But somebody would have had
to prescribe him that.

He did.

He just prescribed it
to himself.

He was trying
to spare you from the truth.

I know.

Did you have any idea
that he was...

Gay?

Of course.

His family never would have
supported his lifestyle.

So he decided to live the life
that they chose for him.

And I loved him.

I only wish that he'd had
love enough for himself

not to have to go it alone.

I'm sorry I was unable
to respect his wishes.

I tried.

Your last name may have been
what drew me to you.

But who you are
gives me comfort

that William was respected
until the end.

I'll need a little time,

but I would like
to see you again.

On a happier occasion?

[Woody]
Nothing says "I'm sorry"

better than
a $100 bouquet.

Wow.

I appreciate it, Woody,
but I don't deserve any flowers.

In fact, I'm the one
who owes you an apology.

What are you talking about?

You were right.
That's all that matters.

No, it isn't.

I was all over the map
on this thing.

You got a little
carried away, so what?

It happens to the best of us.

I got a "B" in algebra my
sophomore year in high school.

And I thought
my life was over.

I mean, I saw my entire
career path fade before my eyes.

With a "B"? Wow.

It's a good thing I didn't have
one of those career paths.

I told myself that that
would never happen again.

So I've been at the top
of my class ever since.

And I got there
by working harder.

You know, I'm always first
in line and the last to go home.

And being that way has always
worked fine for me.

Until now.

Now there are people's
lives at stake.

I think I just need
to slow down a little.

You can slow down
and still enjoys nice flowers

on your desk.

[laughs]

I'll see you around.Okay.

Woody.

Don't tell anyone
about the "B."

[Woody]
Devan got a "B" in algebra!

[Garret clears throat]

I've got to get away
more often.

Hey, man.

Uh, wow, my contacts are
driving my eyes crazy.

Sleep deprivation
doesn't help much either.

I was just finishing up here.

But you are early.

Even before the coffee cart.

Well, I came straight
from the airport

in case there were some fires
I needed to put out.

Literally.

But everything seems
surprisingly in order.

Oh, ye of little faith.

I told you to wear sunscreen.

Get outta here.
Get some sleep.

You know, I've always
been aware of your talent

at breaking the rules,
Jordan.

But I just didn't know
how well you could enforce them.

Well, now you do.
Piece of cake.

Garret, I have
a new appreciation.

Yeah, I thought you might.

Thanks, boss.

♪ Who made up
all the rules ♪

♪ We follow them
like fools ♪

Morning.

♪ Believe them
to be true ♪

Morning.

♪ Don't care to think
them through ♪

♪ Who are they

♪ Where are they... ♪