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[Stevie Wonder's
So What's the Fuss?]

♪ And if we live in a time

♪ Where every nation's
fighting 'round the world ♪

♪ Yet we can't all agree
that peace is the way ♪

♪ Shame on us

♪ Shame on them

Next week,
six miles, okay?

Stop. Stop.
Stop. Stop. Stop.

Hey, Friday night,

McGann's Pub.

Patty Griffin's
doing an acoustic show.

You interested?Already goin'.

Really?Yeah, Lily set me up
on a blind date.

Oh.

No big deal.

I hope the two of you
are very happy together.

Remember to name
your firstborn after me.

Look, it's, uh,
it's a blind date.

Not an arranged marriage.

Jordan, you want
to move on, great.

Go for it.
'Cause believe me, so am I.

You know what, let's set
the record straight here.

Okay? First of all,
you have moved on.

More than a few times
with people that I even know.

Huh?
And second of all,

you made it very clear
that you think

that we're better off
as friends.

I am just trying
to respect that.

Jordan, I only said that

because I knew
you wouldn't be able to say

what I wanted to hear.

It just never occurred to me

that you'd meet some other guy
and say it to him.

It never occurred to you?

[cell phone rings]Hold on.

This is Hoyt.

I'm on my way.

What is it?Two officers
down in Dorchester.

We were responding
to a 10-62.

Armed robbery.

Collins and Buck
were first on scene.

When we arrived,
they'd already

exited their vehicle,
guns drawn.

As they approached
the storefront,

the subject fired
two shots.

Moments later,

he surrendered his weapon,
turned himself in.

Where is he?

[Jordan]
And the gun?

A .38 special fired
from that distance?

Guy's a lucky shot.

It only takes one.

Or in this case, two.

I knew Collins.

He just celebrated his fifth year on the force.

He wanted
to make detective.

You're either real cocky

or real stupid.

My guess is both.I didn't shoot nobody!

You see all these cops?
You see them all?

Not one of them
will blink an eye if I-- Woody!

Collins was wearing
his vest.

No way a .38 could've
penetrated it.

Well, if not
this guy, who?

When we arrived,
the area was clear.

Those gunshots,
did they echo?

Now that I think
of it, yeah.

Means it was shot
from a long distance.

Only something high-powered
could've pierced Kevlar.

Like a rifle.

A sniper.

Who didn't give a damn
about killing cops.

Nigel, can you believe
they had this hanging

from a skeleton
in the gift shop window?

It does make one chuckle.

Makes us a joke.

[Slokum]
Well,

that's a snappy shirt.

What are you
doing here, Slokum?

Sylvia Moreau.

Since when is the Governor's
Special Commissioner on Crime

in the 21st Century

interested in a suicide
two decades old?

You remember the case?
That's very impressive.

Especially since you didn't
even do an autopsy.

No defensive wounds.
Suicide note.

Injuries consistent
with a jump.

Autopsy wasn't warranted.

Except that her body landed
20 feet from the window.

That's a distance that is
patently indicative of a push.

Are you this desperate
for my job?

A suspect came forward.

Saw Terry Duvall leave
Sylvia's house that night.

Witness comes forward 19 years
after the fact,

just when Terry Duvall
is running for Senate.

Sounds like politics
of personal destruction.

You--you do earnest so well.
I'll give you that.

This is a murder
investigation.

If I find that you have buried
any evidence whatsoever,

we're talking Tampering,
Perjury,

maybe even a little
jail time.

Come on. Do you want
to come clean?

Okay. It's from the Governor.

You are now officially suspended.

You've got an hour. Take what you need.

Then get out.

[suspenseful rock music]

♪

You know him?

When I got called
before the review panel,

he's the ass who opposed

my re-certification.Hmm.

I am Dr. Jack Slokum.

Effective immediately--

Put your food down.

What, do you think I'm--
you think I'm kidding?

Put the food down.

Okay.

Effective immediately,

the Governor has asked me
to assume the duties

of the acting
Chief Medical Examiner.

Garret Macy
has been suspended

pending an internal investigation.

Where is he?

You have any questions

about my appointment,

call the Governor.

Let me save you some time.
This was Bob's decision.

This afternoon,

a memo will circulate

detailing my administrative changes.

So until then, why don't
we all go back to work, folks,

with a little enthusiasm.

Bob?I have a friend
in the Governor's office.

I'll figure out
what this is about.

Dr. Cavanaugh, I'd like
to see you for a moment.

Actually, I've got
a cop shooting in Trace.

Actually, Dr. VJ,

will take
Dr. Cavanaugh's case.

Now.

If you think

you can just trump up charges
to push Garret out...

Let me give you some advice.
And it's free.

Don't argue
until you have the facts.

I don't need the facts.
I know Garret Macy.

You know what I learned
from your certification hearing?

That I'm laggard and my autopsy
rate is shamefully slow.

Yes, it is.

But you are so thorough.

And that's why you're going
to assist me in my inquest.

Inquest or inquisition?

I have an exhumed body
coming in.

I'll see you in Trace.

There are allegations
out there

that I was somehow involved
in the death

of a young reporter

some 19 years ago.

[knock at door]

I'm not letting
this pompous little weasel

push you out.

It's not
your battle, Jordan.

What'd you do,
kick his dog?

...bearing vague similarities
to one I drove

two decades ago was present

at the scene of this woman's
death is ludicrous.

[TV clicked off]

20 years ago,

Duvall was Joe Lancaster's
campaign manager.

A reporter covering
the election died.

Now someone's trying
to link Duvall to her death.

It was my case.

I ruled it a suicide.

What does Slokum think
he's gonna get from all this?

He's still pissed
I got this job instead of him.

He's out for blood.

And the gravy is bringing down
a Senate candidate

the Governor doesn't like.

He's having
your suicide exhumed.

And he wants me to assist
on the autopsy.

That's smart.

That way he can't be accused
of railroading me.

No, he's stupid.

Because I'm going to make sure
he can't touch you.

You want to help me?
Do your job and find the truth.

Garret,
you gotta fight this.

Please just do
your job, Jordan.

Garret.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

I cannot believe
they're doing this.

Is there anything
that I can do?

Anything that you need?No, I'm fine, Lily.

You know what,
it's gonna be okay.

I...

It's gonna be all right.

You'll be back in a day.

Yeah.

You know, pillow talk
with that lady D.A.

could've come back
to bite Macy in the ass.

Dr. Macy is the most
trustworthy human being I know,

second only to my father.

If anyone is playing
dirty here, it's Slokum.

Okay. Thank you.

Officers Collins and Buck busted
some gangbanger last year

who swore he'd seek revenge
when he got out of jail,

which was three days ago.

I just put out an APB
on him.

Well, whoever did this
is a crack shot.

Thirty-aught-six
rifle bullet

straight through
the heart.

Straight through
his Kevlar too.

Your job just got
a whole lot more dangerous.

How about you make yourself

useful, huh?

He relied on that vest
to protect him.

We all do.

We will get
this guy, Woody.

[beep]

[Sidney] Survey says Pistolpatronen.

Classified as an armor-piercing
projectile,

which means that the bullet
has a steel core.

It's illegal except
for its use

by law enforcement
or the military

or in this case...

German Armed Forces.

Which means our shooter
either snuck the bullets

into the country or--Or got it
on the black market.

And I think I know just
the wienerschnitzel

who might be selling them.

Don't remember saying
start without me.

You wanted me in Trace,
I'm in Trace.

Sooner we're done,
sooner you're out of here.

Uh, fractured depression
on the base of the skull

consistent with a jump.

Maybe.

You do realize she left
a suicide note.

Type-written. Unsigned.

Convenient.

Sylvia Moreau
was a journalist.

It was 1986. She typed.

[Nigel] Speaking of which,

you know the journal

that we found
in her casket?

It's an account
of Joe Lancaster's

'86 Senate campaign.

That's where she met Duvall.
It's pretty heady stuff.

"Just as Kennedy
looked into his soul

"and met the challenges
of courage,

so Joe Lancaster looks
into his heart--"

Do all tox results
come with a dramatic reading?

You know what I would do
if I were you?

I'd introduce myself
to a barber.

Showed diazepam
in her system.

Two milligrams. Thank you.

Used to treat depression.

Diagnosable in more than
two-thirds of all suicides.

Some people used them
for pain, relaxant.

In the 1980s, people popped them
like Tic Tacs.

How about this?

Multiple scaring.

This wasn't
her first attempt

at suicide--
not by a long shot.

Hate to break it to you,

but you may have to look
for someone else's job to poach.

Hansie.

Looks like prison food
did a number on you.

You look like
a Volkswagen.

Why am I here?

Pistolpatronen Aught-Sixes.
German made.

They can turn bulletproof vests
into Swiss cheese.

Tilsit.Excuse me?

Tilsit. Like Swiss cheese,
only German.

Funny. Funny guy.

You want to know something
even funnier?

When my guys picked you up,

they said they found
all kinds of Nazi paraphernalia

in your apartment
including some antique pistols.

Now, considering you're
on parole for arms dealing.

I'd say that's a big
'nein-nein',

wouldn't you, Hansie?

Spill it.
Who'd you sell the bullets to?

I'm legit now.
I sell on eBay.

[buzzer sound]
Wrong answer. Try again.

I do not sell
these bullets.

You know, Hans...

[German accent]
we have ways
of making you talk.

Ah.[cell phone rings]

Wait here.

This is Hoyt.

What?

Where?

Okay.

I'm on my way.

Hey!The stakes
just went up, Hans.

They went way up.

Now, if you did not sell
those bullets,

you're going to find out
who did

and you're going
to tell me.

Do you understand?
Do you understand, mein herr?

Yes. Yeah. Yeah.

Sorry.

You still here?

Slokum seems to think
a grief counselor

is a glorified file clerk.

Thank you.

He has me pulling every autopsy
that Garret has ever done.

Every?
That's gotta be--

Yeah, 5,112.
I'm not even half done.

I thought
this was temporary.

Oh, it's just pretentious.

It's terrifying.

The officers responded
to a domestic disturbance.

Husband was drunk,
waving a gun.

Turns out,
it was not loaded.

Officer Pattick

talked him down

and was taken out
as he left the scene.

One bullet to the chest.

Pierced his vest,

just like Collins
and Buck.

This isn't just
any sniper, Woody.

He's after cops.

[Jordan]
Depressed fractures

to the skull.

The first vertebrae where her
head struck the ground.

I'd say cause of death

is consistent with a jump.

Sure. Lots of fractures.

But none to the arms

and wrists,
you'll notice.

None? Did you ever see a jumper

who didn't instinctively
break their fall?

Linear fractures.

[Slokum]
Oh.

So she fell on her head
and her feet at the same time.

That's a very interesting
bit of physics.

She was already dead when she
was thrown out the window.

There we are, doctor.

[Jordan]
Blood along the vertebrae

and at the back
of the brain.

She was hit on the head
at least two blows.

Now, in my limited forensics,

we don't call that suicide.

We call that murder.

You still think
that Garret Macy is a saint?

[cell phone rings]

[answer machine beeps]

[Jordan]
Garret, hope you're
doin' okay.

Slokum's got us all
homicidal down here.

Except for the guy
in the gift shop.

Not your biggest fan.

Look, uh, we got the body in.
Sylvia Moreau.

She was murdered, Garret.

The physical condition
of the body,

the evidence at the scene
all support your conclusions,

but...

Slokum doesn't buy
it was just a mistake.

He's stepping up
his witch hunt.

Listen, I'm doing
all I can, but I...

Call me, okay?

[dialing]

Mr. Duvall,
it's time to go.

In a few more minutes.
The press will wait.

Someone saw a red car.
I drove a red Camaro.

You run for office,

people will dig up dirt
whether it's there or not.

Well, it is.

You were having an affair
with Sylvia Moreau.

You were at her summer house
with her that night.

Sure you don't want one?Not hungry.

Wife says comfort food's
going to kill me.

But have you ever seen a man
die from eating a donut?

Yeah, I have.

You're saying you know
I was there.

You're implying
you found evidence.

Why don't you
bring it forward?

You work for Joe Lancaster,

the most powerful man
in Massachusetts.

He got to my boss,
my boss got to me.

He said you were about
to get married

and exposing your infidelity
wouldn't serve anyone.

And my investigation
said it was suicide.

Look. I was young.

I was from working-class
nowhere.

And I got a job working
for Joe Lancaster,

a man that I had admired
my entire life.

I was in way over my head
with Sylvia.

When I got home that night

and I found out
that she had killed herself,

I made a choice.

What, to keep quiet?

No, to keep what I had.

You and I both made choices.

And you and I both know
my being there

doesn't say I killed her.

It can't because I didn't.

You go forward
with your evidence,

I go down.

But I'm guessing
you do as well.

[Sidney]
The bullet hit Pattick
at a 95 degree angle.

Now, take into account
these steps,

this is consistent
with the first two victims.

That tells us the sniper shot
from street level

as opposed to a rooftop.

Now, since none
of the bullets

went through
and through,

we know he was at least
150 feet away.

Using a drag coefficient,

we figured out the average
decrease of velocity,

which tells us the shooter
was standing about...

here.

It's not exactly
the grassy knoll.

So what happens?

Our sniper saunters down
an open street

carrying a riffle.

Happens to see a cop
and boom?

[Sidney]
Doesn't make sense.

I mean, the shooter
would have to shoot

from somewhere where he
can't be seen.

And this clearly
isn't it.

What if he was in a car?

[clears throat]

Put them on the coffee table.
Flip-flopped.

Tab to tab.

You asked me to speak
to Sylvia Moreau's parents.

They gave me the keys
to their summer house

where Sylvia died.

They don't know
what condition it's in.

They haven't
been back since.

Their grief really works
for us, doesn't it?

A preserved crime scene.

You're wrong about Garret.

He is an honorable man.

He does everything
with dignity.

He forces all of us
to follow the rules.

Even if he knows
that they're unpopular

or it's just bureaucracy.

He pushes us to find
the truth always

without fail.

What you're
accusing him of...

he's just not capable
of that.

Garret.

You called your boss
by his first name?

That's interesting.

We're family here.

We were.

I said put them
on the coffee table.

Now, there's a picture

that ought to make
a few people happy.

Well, it seems she fell
more than 23 feet

out from the house.

Your favorite Dr. Macy
either measured wrong

or fudged it.

Why can't you just admit
that you're in for Garret's job?

Oh, I'm three times
more qualified for it,

but that's not the point.

Look, no one wants
to believe

that Shoeless Joe
threw the series

or that Pete Rose
bet on baseball.

But someone's has to come
in here and find the truth.

You think that's why people
don't like you?

You think that I don't know
what they're saying about me?

But, Dr. Cavanaugh,
there was a murder.

And I bet it happened

in there.

[spray bottle squirting]

She really believed
in him.

Yeah, well, too bad
she didn't get

her brighter tomorrow.

Well, you sure love
those toys.

That's because the truth
is in the details.

And this Panascan
allows me to create a--

duck--

a virtual crime scene.

If this is the crime scene.

This is the crime scene.

Could you close
that window?Sure.

A medium velocity
spatter pattern here.

Uh-huh. There you have it.
Crime scene.

You want to get out
of the way, please?

So what do you think
he hit her with?

Well, the spatter is proximate
to the bedpost.

I think we can assume
that Mr. D--

the assailant--

introduced her head
to this.

Or he kissed her.

What do you mean?

Rodin's The Kiss.

I'm guessing that Duvall
or whomever it was

had a sense of irony.

Well, that's a good catch,
Doctor.

Too bad you weren't
on the case back then.

Maybe Sylvia would've gotten
some justice.

Here.

Good news.
Herr Brunner saw the light.

Says he found out

about some Aught-Sixes
that were sold last week

to a white male
in his early 20s,

goes by the street name
of Danger.

Oh, yeah, that's subtle.

Also, a neighbor
at crime scene number two

says he remembers seeing
a blue minivan

just before the shooting.

Well, we haven't
found anything

that screams
blue or minivan.

But we'll keep looking.

Chief's decided
he is not going to sit on this.

He's authorized a sting
to flush this guy out.

What, like a fake radio call?

We'll send in decoy cops
wearing level four Kevlar.

SWAT will be positioned
to take out the sniper

before he takes out
any more of us.

You!

Rule 59.

That comes off,
you die.

Welcome to our hell.

Sylvia's college transcripts,

work records,
lists of friends.

And I digitized all the original
crime scene photos

from the negatives
to improve clarity.

The statue's a match.
It's the murder weapon.

I pulled the prints off it.

It's a two-point ridge match
with Duvall.

So it could be Duvall

or 50,000 other guys.

Yeah, but if it isDuvall,

that's not good
for Dr. M. is it?

He call you back?

I left a half dozen messages.

[sighs]

I just--I can't imagine
this place without him.

[man on radio]
Position four, check.

Position five, check.

Position six, check.

SWAT's in place,
let's roll.

[police sirens wail]

[cell phone rings]

Not a good time, Bug.

Listen, Woody, we found glass
from a broken reverse

light and some microscopic gold paint chips

at both crime scenes.

You said gold, not blue?

Yeah, affirmative,
I ran it through

the mass spectrometer.

They come from a Buick

LeSabre.

Woody?

Suspect is on Taft Street.

I repeat,
suspect is on Taft Street

in a gold LeSabre,
license plate 4149--

Son of a bitch.

[car ignition revs]

Stop!

Freeze! Police!

Go get that guy.
Go get him, get him.

Easy.

[gun clicks]

Easy.

All right, come on.

Better call an ambulance.

[keys tapping]

[pounding on door]

Jordan, it's the middle
of the night.

You buried evidence.

The piece of sash
from her nightgown,

the negatives.

You son of a bitch,
you told me to find the truth.

You knew the truth,

and you covered it up.

[Jordan]
All these years,

listening to your lectures:

play by the rules,

tow the line,
don't rock the boat.

Are you done?

What was on
that missing piece of evidence?

Terry Duvall's fingerprint.

It put him at the house,

but everything else--
all the external

injuries, everything at
the scene said it was suicide.

Chief M.E. told me
it wasn't our job

to dredge up every private
detail of a life.

It was your case.

I was a year on the job.
Abby was just born.

Well, the Garret Macy I know
would've said to hell with that.

Not everybody can be you,
Jordan.

Ready to fight the system
from the womb.

But you kept it buried,
even now!

What, you didn't trust me enough
to help you?

I mean, come on,
what are we to each other?

I would've put you in the same
position he put me in.

Oh, that's crap.

You would've protected me.
It's not what I wanted.

Oh, yeah, that's right.
You wanted the truth.

That's why you pulled photos
and negatives,

uh, destroyed evidence.

I never destroyed evidence.

It's the first draft
of the autopsy report

before I removed anything.

Everything's
logged and listed.

You'll find
the missing negatives

and the piece of sash with
Duvall's print in storage.

You're giving this to me now.

Great.
Now I can bury Duvall and you.

[Woody]
Our shooter, Tommy Riggs,

13 years old,

known in the local arcades
as "Trigger Happy".

You're telling me
with a handle like that

no one saw it coming?

All right, we got
one half brother, Wayne Riggs,

21, his street name
is "Danger".

Unfortunately,
he's still at large.

They lived with their father
until two months ago,

when he was killed
by a police officer

during a botched robbery.

What, is that what this
has been about, payback?

You're dad's killed,
it's a strong motive.

Yes, still holding.

[Sidney]
How about cherry blossoms?

[Woody] How 'bout them?

Well, I found hundreds of them
inside the grill,

underneath the hood.

I mean, he probably
parks the car

outside near a bunch
of cherry trees.

[Bug] Thank you.

And how about pink chalk?

I found trace amounts
in the tread

of the car's left rear tire.

Left rear, that's where
meter maids leave their mark.

Exactly.

And I just hung up with

the Office
of Parking Services.

Now, to make
their lives easier,

they use different
colored chalk

in different neighborhoods.

In District 11,
pink is for Savin Hill.

[Woody] Now we're talking.

McConnell Park,
loaded with cherry trees.

Also lots of abandoned buildings
around the area.

It'll take forever just
to search every nook and cranny.

Forever doesn't work for me.

I'm gonna go see
our boy Tommy,

see what he can tell us.

We know he's somewhere in Savin Hill,

maybe near McConnell Park.

Why are you protecting him?
Huh?

You see your brother here,
looking out for you?

He takes care of me.
How?

By making you the trigger man
of three murders

and letting you take
the fall?

With a brother like that,

who needs enemies?Shut up.

This is not a game, Tommy.

Killing cops
does not get you the high score.

It gets you life in prison.

He's my brother.

I can't rat him out.

Every cop
in this city right now

wants him
in a body bag.

I'll make you a deal.

You tell me
where your brother is,

and I swear

I won't let
anything happen to him.

You've already lost
your father, Tommy.

You wanna lose
your brother, too?

Okay, we'll do
like the Orient Express.

Each of us takes a turn with a
knife and plunges it in--

Lily.
I'm sorry.

Slokum has me
quantifying my job.

You know what that means?

What's wrong?

Jordan?

He did it.

Duvall?

Garret.
One person I thought I knew.

He's been sitting on evidence
that would help nail Duvall.

He must have had
a reason.

He gave me the evidence.

I bring this stuff forward,

Slokum has everything he needs
to take his license at best.

Whatever he did,

we're talking 20 years ago.

It doesn't change
who he is.

He walked
out of here yesterday

and kept this stuff buried.

You found something?

I'm running Slokum's virtual
crime scene.

It's amazing.

You can look at it
from any angle--Nigel.

Sorry, so I'm scanning
the typewriter

to see what kind
of trace Slokum found.

And I realized that

the typewriter ribbon's
made of nylon.

The fingerprint that we found
on Sylvia's torn sash

had traces of ink in it.

I thought that was just

from the process Dr. M. used
back then to lift the print.

But it also has nylon fibers.

You're saying
that Duvall touched the ribbon.

Exactly.

And if he had ink
on his fingers...

Chances are
he got it on something else.

Yeah.

Calibrated
and ready to use.

Oh, hi, how's it going?

Do you know
that it still jars me

when things are out of place?

Negative 24.
It's not in the original file.

And this piece
of torn sash...

is missing.

Are you still gonna try and tell
me this wasn't a cover-up?

Macy's on his way in.

And then he's on his way out.

[SWAT team shouting orders]

[door squeaks]

[gun cocks] Don't turn around.

Don't be stupid.
This place is surrounded.

Drop the gun, now!

[S.W.A.T.]
Detective Hoyt!

Stand Down!
Everybody, just stand down!

Your brother wants you
to survive this.

[kicks gun]

So do I.

Right.

Like anybody's gonna
let me walk out of here.

I promised Tommy

that I'd keep you safe.

Okay? You put down that rifle.

You and I will walk
out of here together.

You can end this.
Right now.

You're right.

[gunshot]

[banging, crashing,
shouting]

[officer]
We need an ambulance!

[shouts and struggling]

[voice echoes]
Sir? Sir?
Stay with us!

"I was just doing my job.

I called it the way I saw it."

What a great performance,
Garret.

It wasn't a performance.

Yeah, you know I could tear
this entire place

and everyone in it apart

just trying to figure out
what you buried?

On the other hand,
I'm gonna--

We got Duvall.

His fingerprint.

On Sylvia Moreau's
campaign journal.

Campaign journal?

This is a private meeting.

The print was laced with nylon
from the typewriter ribbon.

Duvall changed it before
he typed her suicide note.

He took the time to change
the ribbon during a murder?

Why?

Because there was something
on the old ribbon

he didn't want
anyone to find.

That's speculation.Look.

You want Duvall, his print
places him at the murder scene.

What's on the ribbon
gives you motive.

Yeah, well
the ribbon is gone.

Forget the ribbon.

We've got
the typewriter roller.

Okay, here's her suicide note.

And before that--

Well, that looks
like a letter

to Duvall's fiancée exposing
their relationship.

And his relationships
with three other women.

Duvall was a bad boy.

[Jordan]
Wait a minute.

[Macy]
"Joe Lancaster

is not the man voters
think he is."

It's not Duvall she was
sleeping with.

It was Joe Lancaster.

[Macy]
This is a letter
to theBoston Globe.

There's our motive.

Duvall killed her to keep her
from destroying his mentor.

Unless--That statue.
"The Kiss."

A bit ironic
as a murder weapon.

Maybe someone was trying
to make a point.

Okay.
I took a partial print here.

And now I'm searching
for Lancasters to match.

[typing,
computer beeps]

[Jordan]
Lancaster killed her.

[Slokum]
Yeah, but Duvall was the one
who changed the ribbon.

He cleaned up the murder scene.

That was Duvall's choice.
To protect his boss.

[cell phone rings]

Cavanaugh.

Where?
What hospital?

Detective Woody Hoyt?
He was shot.

He's right there.

[Jordan] Woody!

Oh, God.

Tell me he's
gonna be okay.

The bullet nicked him
in the spine

and he's bleeding internally.

We won't know more
until we open him up.

Listen to me, Woody.

You're not going anywhere.
You understand?

If you want out of my life,
you find some other way.

But I am not
letting you--

You need to fight this.

I can say what
you want me to say.

Woody?

[whispering]
Please don't leave me.

Please.

We gotta go.

[The Pretenders]
♪ I remember

♪ Holding on

♪ All them long

♪ Lonely nights

♪ I put you through

♪ Somewhere

♪ Sure I may

♪ But I can't remember

♪ If we said goodbye

♪ But I recall

♪ All of them nights
down in Mexico ♪

♪ One place I may never go

♪ In my life again

♪ Was I just off somewhere

♪ Or just too high

♪ But I can't remember

♪ If we said goodbye ♪

Hey.

So, if you had
to lose an organ,

spleen's a good choice.

Pretty useless anyhow.

Yeah, I guess.

Dr. Turner said they're gonna
wait until the morning

to take you back
into surgery.

Good.

That'll give me
a few more hours to lie here

and think about how much
my life is gonna suck

when I can't walk anymore.

You don't know that, Woody.

There's a good chance
there's no nerve damage.

50-50.

You making that bet?

They're flying
in a neurologist from New York.

He's supposed to be the best.

Right now you just
need to relax.

You need to rest.

What did you whisper to me
when they were bringing me in?

You heard that?

Yeah.

Yeah, I heard that.

You say that 'cause
you felt sorry for me?

What? No.

You're thinking,
he's crippled, so...

Woody, no,
I meant every word.

Get out of here.

Woody...

Screw your pity
and get out of here.

Now.

Garret.

What are you doing?

The evidence I covered up.
I need it back.

I can't bury it.
Not again.

I can't do this.
Not now.

Sylvia Moreau should've
had justice 20 years ago.

You do this,
it'll be your job.

Your career.
Maybe prison.

Without that sash,
Slokum has nothing.

You don't have to do this.

If I can't do
what's right...

if I can't set an example,
what good am I to anyone?

Well, it looks like
you've won.

Duvall was innocent.

It was never about winning.

You always take
the high road.

These people...

they will go
to the wall for you

if you let 'em.

♪ All them long

♪ Lonely nights

♪ I put you through

♪ But I can't remember

♪ If we said goodbye

♪ No, I can't remember

♪ If we said goodbye

♪ Goodbye...Goodbye ♪

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