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(ominous music)

(leaves crunching)

(person gasping)

(ominous music continues)

(gun firing)

(Michael panting)

(light music)

(boys laughing)

(light music continues)

(engine revving)

(solemn music)

(foot kicking) (door slamming)

(solemn music continues) (voice harmonizing)

(boys laughing)

- DA's office.

- Hi, uh, Kate Porter, please.

This is Michael Daniels.

- Kate?

It's a Michael Daniels.

Do you want me to take a message?

- Did you just say Michael Daniels?

Michael? - Hello, Kate?

Did you get my letter?

- Yeah, it was, it was, it was a shock.

- - Yeah, I know, it's been a long time.

Listen, uh, I was thinking maybe we could get a coffee

or something if you weren't too busy.

- I have so much work to do right now.

Can we meet tomorrow?

- Yeah, tomorrow would be great.

- Okay.

- [Michael] Bye.

(soft music)

- I wanna give this to you.

You keep it always and it will protect you.

Keep it safe.

Don't lose it.

- [Jessie] (laughing) It's mine now!

- [Michael] Give it back!

I'm gonna tell Mama.

(soft music continues)

(engine rumbling)

(engine revving)

(tires squealing)

(soft music continues)

- [Person] Michael?

- [Jessie] Michael's jealous.

(laughing) She's my friend first.

- [Michael] I hate you.

- [Jessie] Hey, run away with me.

(horn honking)

(engine revving)

- Yeah, I got the place right around the corner.

Convenient. - That's great.

- Hey, it's such a nice surprise seeing you back here.

- What can I say, I missed this coffee and your pie.

- Good, I know why you're back.

- How do you take your coffee?

Green, right?

- Hey, what's up with the rezoning sign

out near my old place?

- You have to ask Kate's dad.

- It's this big secret.

Say it's gonna put us on the map.

- Well, he takes away our heritage.

- See, nothing's changed.

- Yep. - The rich get richer

and the poor get poorer.

- So, you come back to find your brother?

- Why?

You know something?

- No, just wondering.

You know, whatever the reason, it's great to have you back.

- Thanks, Lou.

(tense music)

(phone ringing)

- Hello?

- [Person] We've got a problem, Porter.

Michael Daniels is back in town.

Looks like your past has come back to haunt you.

- Who is this? (ominous music)

Hello?

Hello?

(phone ringing)

- Yeah, Harry? - Meet me in 15 minutes.

- [Person] Whoa, calm down, Harry.

Calm down.

- 15 minutes.

- [Person] All right.

- I don't want any surprises.

- Don't worry.

There won't be any. (phone ringing)

Kate Porter's office.

Oh, hi.

- Hello?

Oh, they're from you?

You're so sweet.

You know I'm gonna be late tonight.

- So, what else is new?

- [Kate] Jury's coming back.

- So, why don't we meet at the underground then?

- Sure.

- Have I told you how cute you are when you snore at night?

- I do not.

Jay, hold on a second, okay?

I'll be right back.

- Story of my life.

(engine revving)

- [Patron] Suzy, gimme another drink here.

- [Suzy] Hey, sweetie.

- [Patron] Tell me, tell me, what'd you do for me today?

- [Suzy] I was good, I was a good girl.

- Are you good? - Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. - You know I want you.

I like that.

Well, I heard a rumor today.

- What's that? - I heard a rumor

that you did number one.

I didn't fucking want a number one.

Sorry, baby. - You got that?

I wanted a number three. - Sorry, baby.

I don't understand.

- Do you want some of this shit, huh?

You want some of this, huh? - Yeah.

- Then you fuckin' get me that 300 bucks!

Get it now. - Yo, Big Daddy!

(suspenseful music)

- God dammit!

(siren wailing)

(door slamming) (Big Daddy grunting)

- Ah!

Hey, man, stop.

Get this fuckin' guy off me!

He's breakin' my wrist!

- [Stark] You're lucky he's not breaking your balls.

- University of Washington, huh?

- Yeah.

- Topnotch forensic pathology school.

Say, did you find a place yet?

- Yeah, near the mission district.

- Wait til you see this experiment of hers

in genetic projections?

It's still got some glitches, but when it gets smoothed out,

(machine whirring)

program's gonna be able to analyze genetic code

and project what someone would look like

at any time in their lives.

April.

- Charlie, look,

my collective analysis is really starting to make sense.

I'm sorry, uh, you must be Michael.

- Dr. Williams, I'm honored.

- They just brought in

that, uh, girl they found in the dumpster,

and they're in a hurry for a report.

- Okay, well, you know,

I'll give Michael the 50 cent tour and I'll join you later.

Okay?

- Good to have you board.

- Thanks.

- Come on, follow me.

You know, it might look pretty good,

but the truth of the matter is

there never seems to be enough money.

If I don't come up with a way

to scrounge for a lot of it soon,

then seven years of work

is gonna basically be put on the shelf.

- [Michael] You're kidding me.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- She's real young.

She's been on the streets since she was a kid, huh?

Why don't you look her over?

- Well, uh,

contusion on the upper body.

Cracked, un-manicured nails,

definitely living on the street.

Bruising on the inner arm

conducive to some form of intravenous drug use.

I'd say it wasn't the heroin,

but some other kind of foul play.

Um, can I check for sperm?

That's about all I can give you without a full post.

- Okay, Charlie, note that.

Check for sperm,

and make sure you draw enough blood

for the DNA and the toxicology, okay?

- Okay.

- Hey, Michael.

So I hear you're quite the expert on missing persons.

- (chuckling) Ah, expert's a little strong.

- We're gonna get along just fine.

Michael, I almost forgot.

They want you to stop off at the lab on your way out.

Urine, blood samples, you know, the usual for insurance.

Okay, so it's, uh, third floor.

Ask for Janine.

- Okay.

- See you tomorrow. - See you.

(tense music)

(siren wailing)

(light classical music) (chair scraping)

(phone ringing)

- Well, the imperative thing is that we break ground

in four weeks.

- Hey, Mayor Porter.

- Good, I look forward to that.

Thank you.

- Mr. Mayor, do you care to comment

on your connection with organized crime?

- (laughing) I think if it's a crime to drive out

any kind of crime from the city, then I'm guilty.

- [Press] Mayor.

- My loyalty to the city

is the same as my father's and his father before him.

- Yes sir,

but do you think it will affect your chances of reelection?

- I don't think so.

(voices clamoring)

- [Reporter] Mr. Mayor?

(tense music)

(television clamoring)

- [Voice] Shoulda stayed where you were.

I always thought you were more sensible than your brother.

I hope you haven't changed.

- Hello, who is this?

Hello? (dial tone buzzing)

(hand knocking)

- Michael Daniels?

I heard you were back in town.

I don't know if you remember me, Detective Russell Stark?

I was involved in your brother's investigation.

- Yeah, sure.

- You're still looking for Jessie, right?

- Yeah. - Me too.

If there's anything I can do, just let me know, all right?

- Thanks.

- "La Traviata".

You got the addiction too, huh?

Zeffirelli did two productions of this.

Did you see either?

No, of course you didn't.

Interns and residents don't have time for such luxuries.

- Actually, I saw 'em both.

- Good.

If there's anything I can do to help you out,

you just let me know, all right?

- Thanks.

- Take care. - Thanks.

- Oh, uh,

you know, Rigoletto is coming in the Fox next month.

If you want tickets, I can help you out.

- Have 'em already.

Thanks.

- You know, you should keep your door locked

in this neighborhood.

(door closing)

(horn honking)

- [Reporter] In a surprise decision,

the jury had returned a verdict of not guilty

in the Rossi brothers trial.

A stunned Kate Porter, Assistant DA, had no comment.

The defense counsel Ruben Whiteside

and longtime friend of mayor Harry S. Porter

said he never doubted his clients would be exonerated

on the charges of money laundering.

(upbeat music)

- I can't believe it.

I should not have lost this case.

I feel so stupid.

I mean, he's my father for God's sakes.

You know, I should have known better.

- Come on, kid, face it.

He couldn't, he couldn't afford to let you win.

Forget about it.

- Yeah, I can't do this.

- Where you going?

You just got here.

You turn will come.

- You'll never guess who's back in town.

- Michael Daniels.

- How did you know?

- That's why they pay me the big bucks.

- So was Michael in love with you, too?

- You're jealous.

- Yeah.

Jealous of what?

♪ Hey, lonely one ♪

♪ You better watch it go back ♪

(tense music)

(camera whirring)

- [Stark] I think you'll find it here.

(Michael panting)

- [Officer] Ms. Daniels, I'm sorry,

but we're gonna have to call the main search.

- I'm gonna keep looking.

I'm gonna try and get some volunteers

to come back with me tomorrow.

I'll keep looking.

I'm sorry.

(tense music)

(horn honking)

(camera whirring)

- Good morning.

Hey, how'd you sleep?

How are you, Queenie?

You good?

Hello?

Did Robin behave in himself last night?

Oh, sorry.

Well, I'm gonna go get some coffee.

(Kate exhaling)

- Mm, I'm stuffed.

- Honey, you're too skinny.

You look like a ghost.

You gotta eat more.

- Hey, Lou.

I got this in the mail about a month ago.

It's just like the one Eileen gave me when I was a kid.

- Is it the same one or just like it?

- That's what I was hoping you could tell me.

- Who sent it?

- I don't know.

Wish I did.

I'm gonna find out.

- I saw this movie once

where this guy's on a spiritual journey.

And he finds these tokens, he calls them.

He knows they're special,

but the token confirms his belief in himself.

- What do you think?

- Are you suggesting Michael Daniels sent this?

Come on, Harry.

Nothing's gonna happen to you as long as I'm around.

- Just make sure it doesn't, detective.

(tense music)

(ducks quacking)

(window rolling)

(recorder whirring)

- I just can't believe it.

It's been 10 years, Michael, okay?

Just let it go.

- I promised my mother that I wouldn't stop

until I found out what happened to him,

and that's exactly what I'm gonna do.

- Well, you know what?

I've dealt with Jessie's death,

so just leave me out of it, okay?

What?

- It's nothing.

I just, I feel like I've been being followed

since I got back here.

- Um, come on.

I know there's, there's this bench where I go

when I wanna become invisible.

- You know, since I've been back,

I just, I feel like I'm so close to him, you know?

I feel like if I look around fast enough,

he's gonna be there.

It's just so hard being back.

(tense music)

How's your mom?

- Um, well, they gave her six months to live,

and it's been two years.

So much for medical science.

And she barely eats.

She just sits out in the chair on the sun porch and.

I missed you.

Ah, here's Jay.

You'll like him, he's wild.

He's a cop. - Yeah?

- Hey, baby.

- [Kate] Hey.

- How you doing? - Michael?

- Jay Stanton. - Jay, nice to meet you.

- The guy with the morgue, huh?

- Yeah.

Yep.

You're a cop?

- Yeah, that's what they call me.

(Kate laughing)

- So, um, okay.

I'm glad you're back, and talk to you tomorrow.

- [Michael] Nice to meet you.

- Yeah.

(tense music)

(radio chattering)

(soil crumbling)

- Hey, fellas.

Michael Daniels, new forensic pathologist.

That's all you got?

- Pretty much it.

I think we got one more piece coming out.

- Well, this appears to be an adolescent male.

- Hey, Michael.

Hey, detectives. - Hey, what's up?

- Hey, Detective Stark called me.

- Uh huh.

- Thought there might be something with his body,

but Jessie had a compound fracture of the right femur, so.

- So that's not your brother.

- [Michael] This is an adolescent male.

- I'm sorry, Michael, it sounded it so promising.

- It's all right, I'm used to it.

You want me to take some measurements?

- Yeah.

- You made it.

- Hey, Russell. - Yeah, Detective Stark.

Thanks a lot.

- So, you think it's your brother?

- Adolescent boy, about 12 or 13 years old.

So, he'd be too young.

- I'm sorry.

(bag zipping) (ominous music)

- What?

- God, I miss this place.

That's what's left of our old fort.

- This? - Yeah.

We must have built it when we were like 10 or 11.

God, we used to play here all the time.

Hide from my mom here.

Swing from all these trees.

Jessie broke his leg jumping from this very tree.

Romeo and Juliet, that was Jessie and Kate.

Forbidden love.

Her parents hated us.

- You guys completely identical.

I mean, can anybody tell you a apart?

- Kate Porter could.

- [April] Really?

- My mom.

She could.

She would even mix us up though

when she was pissed off or preoccupied.

Would you do something for me?

- As long as it's carnal.

(Michael chuckling)

(dish clattering)

- [Angela] This is empty, honey, I need more.

- [Maid] Yes, Mrs. Porter, I do it for you.

- Angela.

Take some of this, please.

- No.

- Take a little of this.

- No. - Come on.

- No. - Come on.

- No! (dish clattering)

Somebody should have shot him.

(machine whirring)

- You think your brother's still alive?

- Yeah.

Ever hear of a twin's instinct?

- Yeah.

I had this old boyfriend

who had these two cousins, identical twins.

I could have sworn they could read each other's minds.

You know?

It was kind of creepy.

- Hey, I know this boy.

His name is Eric Priestley.

He disappeared on October 25th, 1991.

He was 14 years old.

- Well, we'll see if the dental records agree.

- They will. - Charlie?

- [Charlie] Yes, ma'am?

- Could you do me a favor please?

Could you get dental x-rays on our friend here?

- Yeah, has he got fillings?

Oh yeah.

Right away. - Thanks a lot.

14, huh?

- [Stark] Let's just say I'm protecting my interests.

- There's your interest.

- [Stark] I would've preferred a more neoclassical though.

- Oh, would you?

- The men from Washington are here, Mr. Mayor.

Should I show 'em in?

- Yes, Richard, thank you.

Remember, a dog that nips too close to his master's heels

is liable to have his brains kicked in.

(dramatic music)

(siren wailing)

(phone ringing)

- Hello?

Who is this?

Who is this?

(dramatic music continues)

(suspenseful music)

(fist punching)

(blade switching)

- [Voice] Good to have you back.

(fist punching) (Michael grunting)

(Michael coughing)

(leaves rustling)

- [Jessie] Come on, we gotta get out of here.

(gun firing)

(dramatic music continues)

- Morning, Michael.

- Hi. - Can I help you

find something? - No, no, no.

Just snooping, looking for any unidentifiable bodies

that came through here

around the time of my brother's disappearance.

- Come across anything?

- Not yet.

- Well, if you need any help with anything,

just let me know, okay?

- Do you have a access code for restricted files?

(tense music)

- What do you need restricted files for?

- Nothing.

Just, you know, probably another dead end.

I'm gonna go finish up the file on the new girl.

- All right.

(tense music continues)

(engines rumbling)

- Mommy, it's Katie.

- Katie.

Is it Tuesday?

- No, it's Wednesday. - Ah.

- [Kate] How are you feeling?

- You smell of jasmine.

I love the smell of Jasmine.

- Are you warm enough?

- Katie? - Yeah.

- Angels came to me last night.

(somber music)

They stayed for a long time.

Mary's boy was here.

- [Kate] Jessie?

- No, the other one.

Michael.

- [Kate] Jessie's the one who's died, Mom.

- I may be at death's door,

but I know the difference between spirits

and flesh and blood.

(somber music continues)

Describe the garden to me.

- The azaleas are next to a sea of tiger lilies.

The peonies are about to bloom.

And the purple irises next to the bird bath,

they're at their peak.

(key clattering)

(somber music continues)

Mommy?

Mommy?

(somber music continues)

(tense music)

(Kate sniffling)

(dog barking)

(engine rumbling)

- [Person] My condolences, Mr. Mayor.

- No, she just stopped breathing.

- Kate, I'm so sorry.

What can I do?

Do you want me to come pick you up?

- No, it's okay.

I'll call you back later, okay?

- Kate, stop.

Hey, just let me talk to You.

- Get your hands off me!

- Kate, you've gotta listen to me.

I just want to talk to you.

You're the only one I have now.

- Oh, bullshit.

When have you ever given a damn about mom and me?

All you care about are your grand schemes

and your good old boys.

- That's not fair, you know-- - Oh, fair.

You wanna talk about fair?

You call the life you made for Mommy fair?

You don't know the meaning of fair.

(door closing)

(somber music)

Dear Katie, if you are reading this,

I sleep with the angels.

Don't grieve for me.

I am happy.

I write this knowing that my time is coming to an end.

And I realize that you must have long since

blocked out most of the terrible things

that happened to you.

I was not a strong woman, Kate.

Thank God you are.

(somber music continues)

(Kate crying)

- [Person] They're here to remove the body, Mr. Mayor.

Shall I show 'em in?

- Yes.

(door closing)

(horns honking)

(camera whirring)

(tense music)

- You know, I just, I hardly remember any of this.

I used to, I used to have these nightmares that,

I mean, I didn't know they were real, you know?

I used to feel so guilty for any of them.

I used to think that he didn't want me to hang out with you

because you were poor.

Now I realize maybe it was

just because he wanted me for himself.

- This is an article of when David Roy was found murdered.

Okay, look at this, listen to this.

David Roy, the native rising activist, was at the house.

He and Harry were arguing and got outta control.

They were shouting.

Harry pushed David Roy,

he hit his head against the hall table.

I'll never forget the sound.

- You know-- - This young man

I've never seen before arrived and took away the body.

I've never seen him.

- You know what?

I really, you know what?

I, I just need to be alone, okay?

(sighing) Please?

Just.

- I'm sorry. - It's okay.

- Sorry.

- No, it's time.

Please. Thank you.

- [Stark] Listen to me, Harry.

If Kate's got something on you,

then your chances of getting reelected

are going down the drain.

You're gonna have to deal with her.

- I can't do this.

She's my daughter.

(tense music)

- Knowledge can be a good thing.

To a point.

(ominous music)

- You think this is some kind of a fuckin' video game?

- No, this is every conversation you and I have ever had.

Just a cop doing his job.

- You'd still be pounding a beat if it weren't for me.

(ominous music continues)

(engine rumbling)

(engine revving)

- Michael, what's going on?

- Listen, the soil sample found on David Roy's shoes

don't match the soil found in his hair or his inner ear.

(keyboard clacking)

Look at this picture.

There's no struggle there.

- You know what?

I don't care about that, Michael.

I wanna know what's going on with you.

Don't you think you maybe should let go of this?

Look, I don't want what happened to Jessie to happen to you.

- Jessie's not dead, Kate.

- There.

Mr. Mayor, you can't go in there.

- Wait here. - She's busy.

- Excuse me, please. - Kate.

- Excuse me. - Kate.

- I was just on my way out.

- This is a sleazy little office.

- Well, it's not pretentious if that's what you mean.

- I suppose there's an upside to being a DA.

You get to put the scumbag away instead of defending them.

Of course, the downside is one of them make it out

and want to even the score.

- I don't have time for your condescending comments.

I have an appeal to file.

- Wait. - You let go of me.

- Why don't you let me be a real father?

I could give you everything now.

- Let go of me.

- Whatever you took from the house

is not gonna do you any good.

- You're hurting me.

- Let her go.

- Shut up.

You gotta Forget the past.

- Ravin, set up a press conference for tomorrow morning.

Okay?

- Kate, you don't have to do that.

- No, listen, I have to.

I should have done something about this a long time ago.

I'll be all right, Michael.

- Let me know if there's anything I can do to help.

- Okay. Bye.

(door closing)

- The line comes in at the mouth,

love comes in at the eye.

- Where do you come up with this shit?

- I need a four letter word for restrained power.

Meek.

Meek fits, huh?

Like the meek will inherit the earth.

Yep.

- [Harry] Listen, I cannot control Kate

with that Daniels kid around.

You've gotta handle it.

- You serious? - Get rid of him,

or I'll find somebody who will.

- Be my guest.

- Is that your buddy?

Your buddy the mayor?

- I don't have any buddies.

(upbeat music)

♪ You can always be who you wanted to be ♪

♪ If you sweat ♪

♪ You can always be who you wanted to be ♪

♪ If you sweat ♪

♪ You can always be who you wanted to be ♪

♪ If you sweat ♪

♪ You can always be who you wanted to be ♪

(horn honking)

♪ If you sweat ♪

- I can't figure out what the hell's going on.

- You know what killed David?

Ego and stubbornness.

He stopped trusting the spirits.

You should take Kate and skate right out outta here.

That'd be good medicine.

- My brother's here, Lou.

I can feel it.

(ominous music)

(lamp smashing)

(fist punching)

- [Michael] Quit fooling around, Jessie, this isn't funny.

If this is one of your jokes, (gun firing)

I swear to God I'm gonna kill you.

(tense music)

(tense music continues)

(metal scraping)

(horns honking)

(Harry sighing)

- Four more weeks.

Okay.

(engine revving)

- It's election day,

and there's little doubt in anyone's mind

that incumbent mayor Harry S. Porter will be reelected.

Three generations of Porters have presided over this city.

- Mm mm mm.

You got everything? - Yeah.

- Got your notes?

(tense music)

- [Producer] Okay, camera one.

(tense music continues)

(voices clamoring)

- Did Michael go?

(tense music continues)

(press clamoring)

- Thank you for being here.

(gun firing)

(Harry shouting) (people screaming)

(dramatic music)

- [Person] The mayor, he's been shot!

He's been shot!

(gun firing)

(dramatic music continues) (voices clamoring)

- Lou, did you see that?

- [Reporter] The mayor's been shot.

He's down.

It seems the shots came from a room.

- Somebody, help us!

Somebody killed the mayor!

(sirens wailing)

(camera snapping)

- What I have to say.

- [Person] The mayor has been shot.

Your father's been shot.

- What?

(dramatic music)

(voices clamoring)

(dramatic music continues) - There he is, right here!

(car exploding)

(reporters shouting) (suspenseful music)

(propellor whirring)

- He's been shot.

Look at this. - I mean,

that's too bad.

(gun firing)

(siren wailing)

- Seal the area.

I got a suspect fleeing over a building

at Sixth Street and St. Paul,

scaled a fence, he's running through a parking lot.

He's headed toward north on Sixth Street,

north on Sixth Street.

We have blood, get forensics out here immediately.

We have blood.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, blood.

Seal the area.

No press, seal the area.

- They went for the large caliber.

Big rifle.

It's where he fell? - Yeah.

- Okay, you get up there with the blood, you stay with it.

Get it in and out of the lab.

Make sure they send some to the FBI for DNA.

You're gonna want your weapon. - Alright, we're rolling.

We're gonna roll. (siren wailing)

- You know, if you give some of that blood to April,

should probably have an ID for you by tomorrow.

- You do your thing, let them do theirs.

God dammit!

- Caucasian male, age 65 years, 72 inches in length.

No scars or tattoos.

Head trauma caused by a single gunshot wound.

Probably a 7.62 millimeter.

No fragments left in the interior of the anterior lobe.

Gunshot entry on the left cranial lobe

at approximately 37 degrees front to back.

Kate, this is not a good idea.

Come on, let me take you outta here.

Kate, April will be back in a sec.

Let's just get in my car and I'll take you home.

Come on.

- I was crazy about him.

I thought he was the greatest dad in the whole world.

He used to cry when he went to work.

(phone ringing)

I just, I just wanted him to say he was sorry, you know?

- Come on.

Kate.

- Wow.

She's a real masochist.

- Gimme a second, I wanna talk to you.

- I'm sorry about your father.

He was a great man.

- Hey. - Hey.

- I just picked this up from the lab.

Russell wanted me to get it to you.

- Alright, great.

We have to get started on this soon, right?

So, did you determine the weapon?

- It's an Austrian sniper rifle?

Steyr SSG 69.

It's accurate.

Six inch radius from 800 plus yards.

- Alright, great.

- Did you give her the blood?

- Yeah, I got it right here.

I don't know if an ID is gonna hold up in court.

You know, it's still experimental.

- And I don't expect it to.

Michael said you could get the results quicker.

I'll have the FBI report to back me up in court.

- All right.

Michael?

- Excuse me.

(saw whirring)

- Bred out of contagion,

saving the right rats here before they die mean nothing

with the nothings that belonged to this bear soul.

Let any man judge the cat,

whether it be animal or man.

(ominous music)

(lights flickering)

(voices whispering)

(suspenseful music)

(soft music)

(camera whirring)

(soft music continues)

(ominous music)

(ominous music continues)

(water burbling)

- I love being tickled.

This is the best.

What's the percentage of cases solved?

- Something like 15, 20%.

- That's it?

- 500,000 people disappear every year

and are never heard from again.

Some by choice.

- What if Jessie disappeared by choice?

If he ran away to another country.

- Maybe we should run away to some other country.

- Oh, I love the way you think, but it's not gonna.

(lips smacking)

Oh.

Maybe he didn't have a choice.

- I don't know.

I'm gonna go get us some coffee.

- Here you go.

Coffee.

- Thanks, Lou.

- [Lou] Sure.

(phone ringing)

- Hello?

- Michael? - Yeah, April.

Did it work?

April?

- (sighing) The blood is yours, Michael.

- That's impossible. (tense music)

It can't be.

Have you checked for anticoagulants?

- Michael, I have been working all night on this.

I even called a friend at the FBI

to check their preliminary results.

There were only two matches, you and your brother

- Jessie's alive?

(tense music continues)

(phone ringing)

(modem communicating)

- You're identical twins who have the same DNA, Michael.

(printer beeping)

- Michael, no.

No one is gonna believe that without any physical evidence.

- April, the blood is the evidence that he's alive.

I'm coming in.

- Forget it, Michael.

The police are gonna be watching the morgue.

- Listen, I need your help.

I need to buy some time.

- Good morning.

Were you thinking of me last night?

I was thinking of you.

So close yet so far, Jessie.

(ominous music)

(ominous music continues)

- Hey!

Kate!

(heart beating)

(fish splashing)

(picture peeling)

(tense music)

(horns honking)

- Hey.

- What's going on?

(folder dropping)

What's this?

No.

No, wait, what is this?

Some kind of joke.

- No, it's not.

Michael's our guy.

- I don't believe it.

- Believe it.

- Michael's our main man.

We just wanted you to be the first to know.

- [Kate] What about Jessie?

Could be Jessie.

- Jessie's dead.

- You don't have a body.

Where'd you get these test results?

DNA takes two weeks.

- April.

She ID'd the blood and matched the DNA.

That's all we need.

Where are you going?

- Going to see it.

- This should be interesting,

- Michael, I ran the test four times.

This is your blood.

- That's bullshit, I want you to draw some more.

- Michael, I know my science isn't perfect,

but I can guarantee you this is your blood.

- Okay, come on.

This can't be my blood.

Did you check for anticoagulants?

- Yeah. - Come on April, please.

- This is ridiculous, Michael, come on.

Look at the results.

(dramatic music) - Shit!

(cart rumbling)

- Hey! - Michael!

- Outta the way! - Okay.

(dramatic music continues)

- Hey, where you goin'?

(dramatic music continues)

(water splashing)

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey watch it!

Jerk.

(dramatic music continues)

- [Reporter] The police have just announced

that Dr. Michael Daniel is wanted

in connection with the assassination of a mayor.

Dr. Daniel is the identical twin brother of Jessie Daniel

who went missing in 1989.

Police ask-- (upbeat music)

♪ That's what gotten into me ♪

♪ You make me feel like that ♪

♪ Make my body shake ♪

♪ My baby ♪

♪ Oh yeah ♪

♪ Just put your hips with me ♪

- Hey, how's it goin'?

- Like this coat?

- This is fucked up.

Russell, you think it's possible Jessie's still alive?

- Yeah, and I dance with the Bolshoi (laughing).

- [Jay] You'd probably look good in tights.

(phone ringing)

- Hello? - April, you alone?

- Yeah.

Yeah, I'm alone.

I'm at the morgue.

Are you all right?

- I need you to meet me at a bar

on the corner of Sixth and Market in about 15.

- Yeah, sounds great.

I'll see you soon.

Bye.

(ominous music)

(light music)

Bourbon, please.

What are you looking at?

I just want a drink.

- Take your business to your own neighborhood.

We don't need no tourists here.

- Give her a drink.

- Michael?

Or is it Jessie?

Hey.

That's the crime lab report,

as well as everything the FBI had on the case.

Look, I don't know what this has to do with your brother,

but you gotta get outta here.

Russell will never take you in alive.

He knows that with identical DNA,

he doesn't have a case without your brother's body.

Oh shit, cops.

♪ Now you're gone, gone, gone, gone ♪

♪ 'cause you're gone, gone, gone, gone ♪

- Seen this guy, slim?

- Nope.

(dramatic music)

- Okay, everybody hold up.

Stay back, stay back.

Stay back, it's a crime scene.

Mrs. Daniels, I'm sorry it's not your son.

It was David Roy.

(siren wailing)

(tense music)

- You know what I say?

I say we stake out Kate Porter's apartment 24 hours.

I don't give a fuck what you say.

- Michael's not dumb enough to show up there again.

And Kate's not stupid enough to interfere.

- She already has.

The old lady's thinking with her puss.

- That's bullshit, Russell.

- She's in no hurry to get his arrest warrant.

- That's because April says the cell mark testing

will eventually ID the genetic marker.

Then we'll know Michael's blood from Jessie's.

- Oh yeah, so you wanna sit around for two to three weeks

while they do this chromosome stripping?

The blood says that Michael shot the man.

- Why?

What reason?

Fuck 'em.

- Now, you think about it, sport.

Open the fuckin' door.

(engine rumbling)

You know, if your old lady let us bring him in

when we wanted to,

we wouldn't be riding around looking for this asshole.

You know what I'd do if I were you?

Head off this guy.

As far as I'm concerned, Michael's our shooter.

And your old lady is helping this guy.

She's abetting a suspect

that's known and wanted for a felony.

Why don't you go ahead and do it, man?

Go up the other way.

(tense music)

(camera whirring)

(gun firing) (glass shattering)

(dramatic music)

- What the hell is going on?

Jessie? - It's Michael.

- You fucker!

You! - Hey!

Kate!

Listen to me, Kate.

It's okay, it's okay.

Jessie's alive.

It's his blood they found in there.

Look, I don't have a mark on me.

Look!

Look.

- Oh my God.

Wait a minute.

He's alive.

Okay, okay.

He was watching us make love in your apartment.

(tense music)

Oh (groaning).

- So much.

This is taken from the building across the street from me.

Can the DA's office get a key for the building?

- Yeah, it shouldn't be a problem.

- Okay.

So this is what we're gonna do.

Listen to me.

I'm gonna run outta here.

You're gonna call Jessie's name as loud as you can, okay?

And you're gonna meet me in the viaduct, okay?

- [Kate] Okay.

(gun firing)

(suspenseful music)

Jessie!

It was Jessie.

- How can you be sure?

From what I've seen, I couldn't tell the difference.

- Come on, Swell, we're done here.

Kate, is there somewhere we can take you?

I don't think it's safe to stay up there.

- I'm fine, okay?

If you find Jessie, Michael will come in.

- Okay, but we gotta face the facts.

Michael shot your father.

- Look, just find Jessie before Michael does.

(dramatic music)

- [Lou] And if I'm watching this place around the corner.

Here, you take these (keys jingling)

and the two of you get as far away

from this place as you can.

- Thank you, Lou.

- Be careful.

(dramatic music continues)

- Michael?

- Kate, over here.

- Oh my God.

Hey, I got the key

And I got the file.

- You like opera?

(Jay groaning)

I love opera.

- The only thing I like about opera

is the tits on the sopranos.

(Stark laughing)

- They found David Roy's body

the same place Jessie disappeared.

- Did you ever see Sybil?

Sally Field?

- Where you going with this?

- I'm saying anybody who looked for somebody

for over 10 years would be schizo.

- [Operator] Car 5603,

suspect has logged onto the mainframe.

Cell phone identified as Michael Daniels, MD.

Suspect is in the area of Sixth Street and--

(brakes squealing)

(suspenseful music)

- Shit!

- Michael, that is them.

Jesus.

(engine revving)

(tires squealing)

(heavy music)

- Let's go!

- [Jay] They're not here, guys.

(engine revving)

(cart clattering)

- Hey, hey.

I don't think we have to worry about catching him.

All we gotta do is follow Kate's perfume.

(pensive music)

- Fuckin' bitch.

(engine rumbling)

- [Stark] Obviously this photograph

was taken across the street from Michael's apartment.

Let's cruise by there and see if we can figure out where.

(ominous music)

- [Kate] What kind of mind would do this?

Who would do this?

(ominous music continues)

This is really weird.

- And have cast their gods into the fire,

but they were no gods.

- Look at this.

Oh my God.

- This is David Roy.

It's a crime scene photo.

Jesus.

(ominous music continues)

Holy shit.

- This doesn't make any sense.

- Well, maybe that's the point.

Maybe it's not supposed to make any sense.

(dramatic music)

(soft music)

(knife scraping)

This isn't Jessie.

- Oh my God, it's Jay.

- [Michael] We gotta get out of here.

(dramatic music continues)

No, don't.

(radio chattering)

(hand knocking) - Hello.

Hello?

Please.

(dramatic music continues)

(tense music)

- Cops!

Split up!

(lips smacking)

(dramatic music)

- Son of a bitch.

- Now, there's some sick shit.

(suspenseful music)

- Fuck.

There he is, right there!

(suspenseful music continues)

(traffic rushing)

(horn honking)

- Did you get the dark room?

- Not yet.

Toss me one of those.

(camera snapping)

- Hey guys, when you get finished,

I want you to seal this up.

And I want somebody here 24/7.

(tense music)

(tense music continues)

(gun clattering)

(keyboard clacking)

(ominous music)

- Do you know what hope is, Michael?

It's the suspicion that the brutality of fact

is not the last word.

Hunch that reality is more complex

than the realists want you to believe.

- DNA testing.

It's my blood, not my brother's, right?

- I put my whole life into this.

I couldn't let it be put on a shelf.

I couldn't let him take it away from me.

- You sold my blood, April.

To who? (gun firing)

(April groaning) (suspenseful music)

- April!

(gun firing) (glass shattering)

(suspenseful music continues)

(door slamming)

(Michael grunting)

(body slamming)

(elbow smashing)

- Freeze! (gun firing)

(suspenseful music continues)

(Michael shouting)

(gun firing)

(Michael shouting)

Give it up, Michael!

You made a big mistake coming back here.

- Come on, don't be stupid, Jay.

(gun firing)

(suspenseful music)

(tray rolling)

(door closing)

- [Reporter] Our top story this hour,

police are asking for help as they broaden the search

for Dr. Michael Daniels

and his identical twin brother, Jessie.

They are being sought in connection with the shooting deaths

of Detective Jayseph Stanton

and the prominent forensic scientist, Dr. April Williams.

(phone ringing)

- Hello? - If you wanna see Jessie,

go to the old tree where we used to play.

(crow cawing)

(tense music)

(wings flapping)

(soft music)

- Kate.

(soft music continues)

- Jessie.

What happened to Michael?

- I had to protect you, Kate.

Come on, we gotta get outta here.

That day in the woods,

when I told you and Michael to run, I was being chased.

(tense music)

- God dammit, if this is one of your jokes,

I swear to God, I'm gonna kill you.

Meet back at the house.

- [Jessie] I saw something.

I saw David Roy murdered.

(gun firing)

(tense music continues)

He was killed by Russell.

(ominous music)

He came after me and I ran.

I was so scared, I led him right to you and Michael.

When we split up, he must have thought Michael was me.

Jessie, why didn't you tell me?

- He killed him, buried his body here.

When I realized what happened, I had to become Michael,

pretend I didn't know anything, or else I'd be dead.

(gun firing) (Kate gasping)

- Come on.

- by my troth, I care not.

We owe God a debt.

He who dies this year is quick for the best.

- Shit. (ominous music continues)

- Are you gonna kill me too?

Like you killed my father!

- Where's Michael?

(dramatic music)

(elbow smashing)

(fist punching) (Kate grunting)

(fist punching)

(both struggling)

(Jessie shouting)

- Come on.

Kate, come on.

Come on!

(dramatic music continues)

- Go!

He's coming, Michael!

He's got the gun!

(dramatic music continues)

(water splashing)

- Yo, where you going?

(twig smashing) (Kate grunting)

(fist punching) (Stark groaning)

(gun clattering)

(dramatic music continues)

(Kate groaning)

(Jessie shouting)

(body slamming)

(water burbling)

- That was for Michael.

Katie, come on.

- [Kate] I should see you.

(soft music)

(light music)

(voice harmonizing)

(light music continues)

Come on.

(engine rumbling)

(crow cawing)

(engine revving)

(voice harmonizing) (light music continues)

(heavy music)

(heavy music continues)

(bright music)

♪ Wouldn't call me happy ♪

♪ Just un-depressed ♪

♪ Wouldn't wanna slap you down ♪

♪ You'd fall on your dress ♪

♪ I'm amazed I'm the only one left ♪

♪ You're a good woman ♪

♪ And I am a mess ♪

♪ And stupid people making their babies ♪

♪ Stupid people always do ♪

♪ Wouldn't call me crazy ♪

♪ Just half past a freak ♪

♪ The world just wants to knock me down when I'm weak ♪

♪ I stopped and breathe and then I got high ♪

♪ The radiation blast spoiled the sky] ♪

♪ And stupid people making babies ♪

♪ 'Cause stupid people always do ♪

♪ Do you, you make me feel I'm amazing ♪

♪ And you take me higher and higher ♪

♪ To the place where I want you to be ♪

♪ Oh, it's where I'd rather be ♪

♪ It's where I'd rather be ♪

♪ It's where I'd rather be ♪

♪ It's where I'd rather be ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ And one days, you're always shining ♪

♪ And some days, you're always crying ♪

♪ I trim along the way ♪

♪ Wouldn't call me lazy, just slightly undressed ♪

♪ I'd plant my seed right where you thought you could rest ♪

♪ Just try to breathe ♪

♪ Just try not to talk ♪

♪ It's a radiation blast ♪

♪ Crawled to the top ♪

♪ Radiation blast ♪

♪ Blast, blast, blast, blast ♪

♪ Blast, blast, blast, blast ♪