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Oh!

Geez, you almost gave me
a heart attack, Dad.

What are you
doing here?

Waiting for you
to wake up.

This is no way to live, Jordan,

sleeping on any couch
you can find.

You make it all
sound so tawdry.

And I don't have
time to look.

There's this new thing they've
got called the classifieds.

You should check them out. They
actually have places to live in here.

Exhibit A. I can barely
take care of a house plant,

much less
a place of my own.

I'll just sleep here and
do laundry at your house.

Yeah, about that.

Evelyn said there was a
little mix-up in the machine.

Darks in with the whites,
that sort of thing.

Ah, I see.

All these names,
these people.

Yeah, died this week.

327 Congress Avenue,
Apartment B.

It's a nice neighborhood.

Probably have
a view of the river.

You know, that's sick
even for you, Dad.

This is Cavanaugh.

Yeah, I know
where it is. Bye.

Girl was just found dead
in Maudslay State Park.

I gotta go.

Hey, Lois.

What's up
with the circus?

Well, we made the ID
after we called you out.

Dead girl is
Stacey Ryder,

daughter of the Commonwealth's
favorite senator.

Looks like you caught
yourself a hot assignment.

And boy, is my boss gonna
be thrilled. Who found her?

Park rangers.

We notified the Senator. He and Mrs.
Ryder were out on the Cape last night.

Fundraiser. They're on their way back now.

You got a suspect?

She was last seen with her
boyfriend, 10:00 last night.

We'll send a car over to
the house, pick him up.

Photographer's
already here.

What photographer?

Hey, you!

All right, I'm sorry.

The guy had a coroner's
shield. I just thought he was...

And a police scanner, too.
Doesn't make him a cop.

Reporters.

Need help?

Oh, I'm fine.

It was a single stab
wound to the chest.

We don't have
a murder weapon.

She's been dead 10,
maybe 12 hours.

Those scrapes over there, someone
dragged her down here, huh?

There's some bruising
around her neck, too.

Oh my God, Stacey.

Excuse me, sir. You're gonna have
to step behind the perimeter tape.

I'm George Falk.
I work for her father.

I understand. Let us handle the situation.

All right, look, can we at least move
the body before the media gets here?

Right after Dr. Cavanaugh completes
her exam. Normal procedure.

This is the daughter of
a United States senator

who happens to be
running for re-election.

There's nothing normal...

I'm sorry.

Look, why don't
you just

keep me appraised of
any developments, okay?

Yes, sir. We will.

Okay, now I'm going to have to
ask you to step behind the tape.

Come on.

Hello?
Stacey,

can you talk?

Who is this?
It's Cal. Isn't this...

Hello?

What killed her?

I don't know yet.
No defensive wounds.

Can't figure out why she
just let somebody stab her.

Any idea with what?

From the marks
on her sternum,

looks to me like it was a
Phillips head screwdriver.

Any sign of
sexual assault?

Found some spermicidal gel, but no semen.

She had sex last night, but
I think it was consensual.

Check out these
lividity marks.

I checked them against
the crime scene photos.

They weren't
made there.

She was moved
after she died.

What about these bruises?
Was she strangled?

Yeah, but that's not
what killed her.

The bruises were
already fixed and set.

Whatever caused them occurred two
or three hours prior to the stabbing.

So where does
that leave us?

The girl's a mess, Garret.

I'm gonna need more time before
I can point to the cause of death.

Well, the Senator and his
wife are on their way in.

They're trying hard to make
a case against the boyfriend.

I need to tell
them something.

Fine. Tell them we are
very sorry for their loss,

and as soon as we figure what
happened to their daughter,

they will be
the first to know.

Dr. Macy, you're needed
in the crypt immediately.

There's a brouhaha.

You want to cut Morris,
you'll have to cut me first.

Mr. Katz's autopsy
is required by law.

Not by Jewish law.

It's a desecration.

We respect that, but... All
right, all right, all right.

What's going on? Let's all
take a deep breath here.

I'm Dr. Macy,
supervisor in charge.

I'm Rabbi
Joseph Wolk.

I want you to release
Morris Katz's body.

Unfortunately, Mr. Katz died
in an automobile accident

that caused extensive
property damage.

The state requires us to
determine cause of death.

We'll go to court
if we have to.

We handle Jewish
decedents all the time.

Then you know they have to be buried quickly.

Right, well, you could go to court and
get the autopsy stopped temporarily,

but that'd take
at least a week.

This is not an arbitrary request, Dr. Macy.

This is
a sacred matter.

We simply don't allow our
dead to be cut up like this.

I understand, Rabbi.

I have a friend
named Leonard Bloom.

He's a fine doctor as well
as a practicing Orthodox Jew.

Now, if I could get him to supervise an
autopsy that respects your traditions,

would that
be acceptable?

I'll talk to
this Bloom fellow.

Till then, you don't
touch Morris.

Understand?
You have my word.

Excuse me,
can I help you?

Mrs. Ryder?

I'm sorry, but we don't
let the public

into this part of
the morgue by themselves.

I have to see her.

My daughter. Please?

Come with me.

It doesn't
ever go away,

that feeling that something
might happen to your child.

If only we'd
been at home.

I'm so sorry.

Her father's
a very important man.

Yes, I know.

But he isn't strong enough to deal with this.

He isn't
the strong one.

Mrs. Ryder, I'm gonna find
out who's responsible for this.

I promise you.

How could they
do this to her?

My baby.

Mrs. Ryder.

I'm sorry.
A car's waiting.

Thank you, Doctor.

Did you find
the boyfriend?

Sent a unit over to his
house to question him.

Kid took off on us
right out the back.

Got an APB
out for him.

Can I help you?

Yes.

We need to speak to a
medical examiner, please.

Are you the family
of a decedent here?

Not yet.

I don't understand.

We'd like to make special
arrangements for my death.

You see, Dr. Macy,

for the past
three years

I've been undergoing
psychotherapy along with

hormonal injections.

I was about to begin
the final phase

in the process
of becoming a...

Denise was diagnosed with advanced
prostate cancer last month.

Another one of
God's cruel jokes.

Are you undergoing
treatment?

Unfortunately,
it's too late for that.

The oncologist says that
it's a matter of time.

I'm very sorry.

And given my condition,

no surgeon will

complete
the gender transition.

That's why we're here.

I'm not sure I understand exactly
what it is you're asking me to do.

When I leave
this world,

I would like to rest in
peace as my true self.

She wants you
to remove it, Doctor.

Postmortem.

Who are you?

Oh, me? Nobody.

Yeah, well, maybe you
are and maybe you aren't,

but what the hell
are you doing in here?

I was just leaving.

No, not before you
tell me who you are.

"Adam Flynn,
Boston Examiner. "

Just trying to get a
lead on the Ryder murder.

How do I know
that's not fake?

You know,

I get the feeling we got
off on the wrong foot.

You have got two minutes to get out of here.

That's it? You're just gonna
kick me out empty-handed?

Yeah, pretty much.

You don't know who killed
Stacey Ryder yet, do you?

I don't talk
to the press.

I think
I can help you.

All right,
I'll make you a deal,

quid pro quo,
everything off the record.

Yeah, right.
All right, look.

Look, my guess is the
boyfriend didn't kill her,

and I'm looking
for proof.

If he's so innocent, why
did he run from the cops?

I don't know.

Maybe we should ask him.

He called me
20 minutes ago.

I was just on my way
to meet him.

I swear
I didn't kill her.

I dropped her off at her
house around 10:15. That's all.

Why'd you run when the cops came for you?

'Cause I knew
how it looked.

I strangled her.

She liked me to choke
her when we had sex.

Said it made it
more intense.

I told her it was the last
time I was gonna do it.

She got all
pissed at me,

said if I was
gonna be a wimp,

she had plenty
of other guys.

Was one of these
guys named Cal?

Maybe.

She used to see
an older guy

who lived in
a big house in Concord.

Who's Cal?

He called on her cell phone this morning.

Freeze, kid!
Don't move.

Son of a bitch, you gave me your word.

Nice.

This list, the dead people. Pure gold.

Dad. Here's the pick of the litter.

River view, 1,600 square feet of loft space.

I told the landlord we'd
be there in 15 minutes.

I can't. I'm under serious
pressure here on this Ryder case

and I still don't have
cause of death nailed.

Strangulation, stabbing,

and apparently the guy who did
the former didn't do the latter.

On TV, they said they had
the boyfriend in custody.

I talked to him.
He didn't do it.

He called a reporter, came out
of hiding to tell his story.

Now, why take that risk if he's the killer?

Then what else
you got?

Mystery call
to her cell.

I tried to redial,
but there was ID block.

Police have
any luck with it?

I've been pushing
Carver to check it out,

but she's convinced
she's got the right guy.

You still have that friend
at the phone company?

Yeah.

But it'll cost you.

What?

One hour.

Come see this place.

Come on. It'll take you at least
that long to run your trace.

I really appreciate you
helping us out, Dr. Bloom.

Oh, Leonard.
It's no problem, really.

Least I could do
for Mad Dog.

Mad Dog?

Oh, guess you've never seen Garret
Macy on the basketball court.

Total animal.

Nige, this is
Leonard Bloom.

He's gonna be supervising Mr. Katz's autopsy.

Cheers.

So you're
a pathologist, then?

Ear, nose
and throat, actually.

Oh, look, fellas. No, I'm not here
to tell you how to do your job.

I spoke to
Rabbi Wolk

and assured him that the autopsy
would be minimally invasive.

What does that mean,
exactly?

It means you do
what you have to do,

and I'll try to smooth
things out with the Rabbi.

That being said,

in Jewish tradition, respect
for the body is absolute.

Well, you gotta respect a body like this.

I mean, the guy's
a behemoth.

Sorry.

The drill is whatever
God put inside Mr. Katz,

we've got to
send back to God.

Blood, organs,
everything.

No problem.

So, minimal impact to the
body and we'll be cool.

Hey, do I have a minute to catch a shower?

Sure. Locker room's down the hall.

Thanks.

All right, boys. Let's
get him onto the table.

On three.

Maybe we should go over the
minimal impact part again.

So, are you really gonna do it? Do what?

You know, Denise Logan,
the transsexual lady.

How do you
know about that?

I sent her
to you. So?

Yeah, when
hell freezes over.

But you would be
honoring her last wish.

It would be giving her
spiritual peace for eternity.

Lily, spiritual peace isn't
exactly my department.

What do you mean?
You're a doctor.

What about
the Hippocratic oath?

I work on dead bodies.

Exactly.

The body is the conduit to the soul.

It's only through death that we pass on
to a higher state. Don't you believe that?

Please.

I don't know
what I believe.

It's just a little early in the
day for a theological discussion,

don't you think?

But I...

I told her that
you would understand.

I told her that
you were different.

Look, even if I was crazy enough to say yes,

there are laws against
mutilating the human body,

and I'd say
that cutting off a...

Cutting off a man's penis qualifies for that.

Haven't you ever
felt trapped before,

defined by the world's
narrow definitions of you?

Lily...

See, I felt that way
my whole life.

I just assumed when I met
you, you felt the same way.

Guess I was wrong.

Hello?

Anyone here?

Oh, you
the landlord?

No, animal control.

Just rounding up
these bad boys here.

Snakes.

Yeah, I can see that.

Yeah, last tenant had
about a dozen of them.

Most of them your
poisonous variety.

That one right there tried
to get a hold of my large toe.

That would've been about 12
and a half minutes of fun, huh?

Well, see you.

Oh, I got all
but two of them.

But don't worry,
they only come out at night.

Well, what
do you think?

Yeah. Okay,
we're going.

Well, where we going? I
haven't even seen the place yet.

It's a snake pit.

Really?
Looks okay to me.

Could we just go?
I gotta get back.

I'm waiting for that
phone trace to come in.

Hey, Vickie. Any faxes come in for me?

Yes, Dr. Cavanaugh.
Here you go.

Excellent, thank you.
Jordan.

Oh, wow, must be my lucky day.

What happened? You run out of fake IDs?

I'm with her.

You're still mad at me, aren't you?

It was for
his own good.

Trust me. The best way for
an innocent kid to get killed

is running
from the cops.

Oh, right, you're
a real humanitarian.

The way I see it, you and
I are on the same team here.

Only difference is you're
looking for a cause of death,

I'm looking
for a byline.

You keep following me, you'll
be looking for a hospital.

What's on the fax?

What's it to you?

You found this guy, Cal, didn't you?

You know what, you're
going there now, aren't you?

You know,
I could follow you

and that would only
piss you off more.

All right, all right.
Tell you what.

If you let me come,
I promise to shut up.

Oh, now, that I would like to see.

Is that a smile you're trying to fight back?

It's a facial tic.

And you're driving.

Cal's got some
nice digs.

You see a
doorbell anywhere?

May I help you?

Yeah, hi.
Is Cal here?

You mean
Dr. Yarborough.

Right, right.
Dr. Calvin Yarborough.

Yarborough Clinic.

The rehab guy.

Is he expecting you?

My sister and I don't
have an appointment,

but we need to see
the doctor about

admitting her
to the program.

Sorry, you need to call
first to schedule an...

Oh, come on, man. It took me two
six-packs just to get her in the car.

Hold on. I'll see what I can do.

In here.

National Enquirer,
eat your heart out.

This is the rehab
of the rich and famous.

You realize how much I could
make rifling this file cabinet?

Hello.
Jordan, is it?

Hi, I'm Dr. Yarborough.
You can call me Cal.

Actually, I'm not supposed to be here.

Oh, that's okay.
No judgments.

You the brother?

Yeah, yeah.

Adam.
Hi, Adam.

You don't understand.
I'm a medical examiner.

We're here
about Stacey Ryder.

I'm the one you hung up on this morning.

I'm sorry. I don't discuss my patients.

Why did you call her?

We're through here. You
obviously cared about her.

I can't be having
this conversation.

Why not? Did someone get to you?

They could pull
my license.

Who told you that,
the Senator?

No, not personally.

Look, I didn't even get the
message until this morning.

That's when I called.
What did it say?

Cal, pick up.

Damn it, pick up.
I can't do this.

I'm all alone.

I hate him. I just...
I can't take it anymore.

I can't.

Look, she came
to me for help,

but I never
treated her.

Why not? If she had such
a serious drug problem,

why didn't you
admit her?

Stacey was a minor.

The law says I can't take her
without parental permission.

And the Ryders
wouldn't give it.

Not in an
election year.

She just needed
someone to listen.

Anyone.

Morning, sunshine.

Tox screen
with your coffee?

Thank you.

She had all these drugs
in her system?

Xanax and Prozac
and Valium, oh, my.

Check this out.

Oxycodone was there, too.

An excellent way
to kill the pain.

A better way
to overdose.

But, which one
doesn't belong?

Premarin.

That's for estrogen
deficiency, right?

Usually prescribed to
post-menopausal women.

So, unless your girl was
remarkably well-preserved...

It was her mother's.

Wow. Well,
if that's the case,

the old girl's got her own
apothecary at home.

Well, I'm gonna go find out.

Where you off to?

To the memorial service.
Thanks, Nige.

You're a rock star.

Look, Lily. I'm sorry
if I disappointed you.

It's not that I don't feel
sympathy for this person. I do.

People have the right to change
themselves, even a duty sometimes.

I come to work here every day,
and the only thing that gets me

through is that I know I'm on my
way to being someone different.

Someone better than
the guy I was yesterday.

Now, that being said,
I have a responsibility

as a medical examiner
to obey the law.

You understand that,
don't you?

I hope we've
put this behind us.

No, actually,
we haven't.

Denise Logan committed
suicide this morning.

Her next of kin is here
with the body.

I'm Dr. Macy.

Carol Logan.
I'm his wife.

I told Roy that I'd
handle the arrangements.

I understand the shock you
must feel. It's very sudden.

I used to lay awake at night,
thinking it was my fault.

That it was me.

That I wasn't good enough,
wasn't pretty enough.

Mrs. Logan, this isn't the
time to be hard on yourself.

You've suffered
a great loss.

Denny and I have been separated
for the last two years.

We've got two kids,
four and seven.

I wasn't about to let them
watch their father turn into...

Into this.

I didn't know your husband well,
but I spoke to him before he died.

He was in a great deal
of pain, turmoil.

He was desperately trying
in his own way to change.

You can't change
who you are, Doctor.

Look what happens
when you try.

Thanks, lady.

Come to give your condolences? Sweet.

And I'm sure you attend the
memorials of all your stiffs.

Just here to see if I can get
a statement. What about you?

Lot of security. Might be
kind of tough getting in.

Where there's a will,
there's a me.

Excuse me for a sec.

Excuse me, sir.

That man towards
the end of the line...

Well, this service is supposed
to be for friends and family only,

those of us who
really knew Stacey.

And that man over there,

well, he's a reporter.

I'll take care
of it immediately.

Thank you.

Hey, no, no.
I'm supposed to...

You're out of here.
Right now.

Cancel all of his
campaign appearances.

What the hell were you
doing up there?

I was just using
the bathroom.

The family has very specific
rules about their private quarters.

I'm afraid I'm gonna have
to ask you to leave.

Sorry.

You have questions, have
your boss call my office.

Liver looks normal.

Is it okay if we weigh it?

Yeah, I can sell that.

Just as long as it goes
back in when you're done.

Mmm-hmm.

Oh, that bloody thing
is massive.

2,000 grams, easy.

2,500.

2,150. Lenny?

Well, I'm better with inflamed
adenoids, but I'll say 2,700 even.

2,750.

Give the ENT a cigar.

The bowel's cramped
under the pelvis.

Want the bone saw?

Sometimes with
obese patients,

we have to cut through the
pelvic bone to run the gut.

Can you salvage
the bone chips?

I don't see why not.

I can sell that.

Hi, gentlemen. Sorry to bother
you, but Rabbi Wolk just called.

He wanted to know when
he can come for Mr. Katz.

Won't be too long now.

Thank you.

Oh, my!

Are you okay?

Fine.

Sweet Nancy,
he blew.

What the hell
happened?

Must have been a build
up of hydrogen in the gut.

I guess the saw
sparked it.

Oh, man,
this is bad.

Oh, this I definitely
can't sell.

All right, let me get this straight.
Are you telling me he actually blew up?

Oh, he blew up,
all right.

Yeah, like a hamster
in a microwave.

I, for one, want to go on the record
and say how badly I feel about this.

Ditto.

Look, there's no sense
crying over spilled...

The bottom line is we've got to figure
out how to put Mr. Katz back together.

No, granted,
we have a problem here.

But isn't it against Jewish
law to have an open casket?

Yeah, but...

Well, we've got most of Mr. Katz
pretty well reassembled, right?

Except for a two foot
hole in his stomach.

So, we just cover it up.

Look, fellas, no offense, but papering Mr.
Katz over won't help during the Taharah.

I'm afraid to ask.

It's a ritual bath of purification
performed before the funeral.

Well, maybe if they don't
scrub too hard.

Well, it's called illegal
search and seizure.

You should know that, Jordan.

What was I supposed to do? The evidence
was all there, right under my feet.

Would you keep it down, please?
I don't want you waking Evelyn.

Oh, right, we wouldn't
want to do that.

Stacey died
in her own house.

The lividity on her leg matches
the tile from the bathroom floor.

So how'd her body get out in that
field? Who stabbed her and why?

I don't know. Her parents
were on the Cape that night.

You're sure it's not
the boyfriend?

I just don't see it.

Besides, Stacey's message to
her doctor said she was alone.

So, someone went in later.
Who had access?

Falk.
Who?

The Senator's campaign
advisor. This guy's everywhere.

These people do not take a leak
without him knowing about it.

Well, fine,
he has opportunity,

but where's the motive
for killing her?

I'll be Falk.

I'll be Stacey.

I just got home.

There's nobody here.
Typical.

I feel so alone.

I need something.
I need...

Your mother's
painkillers.

Whatever. I just
want to be numb.

They work fast.
I'm feeling warm.

But you've taken
too many.

Who cares? They don't. Nobody cares.

How long are you on the
floor before I come in?

Lividity from the tile must
have taken two hours to set.

Okay.
So you're on the floor.

Stacey!

You try
to revive me.

It's too late.
I don't know what to do.

I can't let anyone find you like
this, not during a campaign. I...

I gotta get rid
of the body.

Yes.

Better to find me out here
than under my own parents' roof.

No, it's not enough.

They'll still find the drugs
in your system.

So then make it look
like a murder.

But I'm not a killer.

Doesn't matter.
I'm already dead.

I don't even have a weapon.

What about your car? There's
gotta be something in there.

Screwdriver.

Oh, God.
She forced his hand.

She was a risk to the
campaign, all he'd worked for.

You can't get elected
if your daughter OD's.

But if she's murdered,
you're a shoo-in.

Wait a minute.
What is it?

Her lungs.

What about them?

There was so much bruising I
didn't check. I had Gloria...

Yeah?

She had aspirated
blood into her lungs.

Oh, boy.

She was still alive
when he stabbed her.

Oh, God.

Of course you found Stacey's
hair fibers in my car.

She's been
in it a dozen times.

Press events, campaign
events, press conferences.

Maybe you can tell me why
the Phillips head screwdriver

is missing from the
tool kit in your trunk.

Detective, if this is
a fishing expedition...

Stacey Ryder overdosed
in her parents' home.

Somebody found her there,
moved her to the open field

and then tried to make it look
like murder by stabbing her.

Unfortunately for your client,
Mr. Falk is one of the few people

with keys to the
Ryder household.

You're not seriously
accusing me of killing Stacey?

Sir, until I hear a credible explanation
for where you were that night...

I was home sleeping.

Then we've got
a real problem,

because your Speedpass shows you going
through a tollbooth at 11:42 p. m.

Four miles from where
we found Stacey's body.

All right, there was someone in the
car that night who can vouch for me.

And who might that be?

This has to be handled
very sensitively.

I'll be gentle. Try me.

I was taking her
to Cape Cod.

She's a friend
of the Senator's,

and I had to wait for her, you
know, till they were finished.

The Senator was
with his girlfriend?

Can you tell us how that happened when
he was in a hotel room with his wife?

Mrs. Ryder hasn't stayed
with him for years.

Always books another hotel
room under an alias, so the...

So the press doesn't
smell disharmony.

Gonna need the girlfriend's
name and number.

Hi.

Hey, we wouldn't happen to have any
yarmulkes lying around, would we?

Not last time I checked.

Oh, this isn't too casual,
is it? The jumper and jeans?

You look fine. It's not like
it's gonna make any difference.

I just want to show some respect
when the rabbi gets here, that's all.

I mean,
we did blow the guy up.

We didn't do it
on purpose.

We detonated a man.

I'm not sure intention
enters into it.

If this was India, a little
explosion would be no problem.

There, they set fire to the bodies
to actually help the soul move on.

Well, if that really works,
then Mr. Katz's soul

ought to be in the
Promised Land by now.

It's actually quite
a beautiful ritual.

The goal is to
achieve moksha,

spiritual liberation
from the cycles of rebirth.

A fitting end, really.

That's the way
I'd like to go.

Yeah, I had no idea
you were so pious.

When you've experienced
the miraculous complexities

of the insect world
the way I have,

you can't help but believe
in some higher power.

You're serious,
aren't you?

The thoracic ganglia
of the dung beetle alone

is enough to make
anyone believe in God.

Right.
Share that with Rabbi Wolk.

Maybe he'll go easy on us.

Lenny.
Hey.

What's that?
The Talmud?

Little light reading?

Just looking for an answer.

Aren't we all?

You didn't happen to come across
anything on transsexuals in there,

did you?

Never mind.

You know, I'm not an
expert on these things,

but the Talmud refers to a
divine purpose called tikkun olam,

to repair the world.

Fixing the imperfections
God created.

Now I have to do
God's job, too.

Basically, yeah.

'Cause the imperfections
are all part of his plan.

So are you saying that God
wanted Mr. Katz to blow up?

It's a complicated concept,
granted.

But the point is,

it's up to each of us to
do a bit of God's work.

Now, of course
we're only human.

So, repairing Mr. Katz isn't
about making him as good as new.

It's about preserving the dignity
of his soul, his true self.

His true self, huh?

And who's to say
just what that is?

Well, do any of us really
ever know the answer to that?

Is this a Jewish thing, answering
every question with a question?

I mean, look, I have the
utmost respect for the bodies

that come into my morgue,
but I'm a medical examiner.

I just wasn't trained
to play God.

And that's just what
I'm trying to say.

They're one and
the same, Garret.

However you show respect for the
person, you're doing God's work.

See you, buddy.

See you, Lenny.

There was a slight accident
during the procedure,

but I think they did the best they
could and showed great respect.

In the first century,
a wise rabbi,

asked to be buried
in a simple garment

so that he might meet
God and be judged

on his soul rather
than his appearance.

As he came,
so shall he go.

They're beautiful.

Bonsai trees.

They take so much time
and patience

that sometimes
I think it's not worth it

and then when I stand back
and see such perfection...

Can I help you
with something?

I came here to talk
to you about Stacey.

I talked to Dr. Yarborough.

I know about
her drug problem.

Do you have children,
Dr. Cavanaugh?

No.

You look for an explanation when
you have a child like Stacey.

You blame yourself.

Maybe it was the money,
the wrong schools.

And it tore my husband apart,
almost ruined our life.

And then one day I realized that
there was nothing more that I could do.

She wanted help.
No.

I don't believe that.

You could have saved her.

You didn't know Stacey.

I'm saying she was still alive
when you took her out to that field.

She was in a drug-induced
coma that mimics death.

When you stabbed her,
that's what killed her.

Does your husband even know you
left the hotel early that night?

Oh, my God.

What have I done?

Dr. Macy.
Yeah, Lily?

I was just looking over the paperwork
that you filled out on Denise Logan

and there seems to be a little typo
here where you marked the gender.

You checked it female.

It's not a typo.

Oh, okay.

Thank you, Dr. Macy.
I just wanted to make sure.

Oh, Dr. Cavanaugh,
your dad called.

He said something about getting
snakes driven out of Ireland?

You can pay him later for the first
month's rent and security. Yeah.

Thanks.
Bye.

What are you doing here?

Well, I thought maybe we'd go
grab a drink, you know, celebrate.

There's not much
to celebrate.

You mean meeting me wasn't
the highlight of your week?

Well, meeting you, now
there's a reason to drink.

Come on, Jordan.
I'm really not a bad guy.

Probably not, but right now, I just
don't have the energy to find out.

So you're saying
maybe another time?

Another lifetime.

You sure don't have much
stuff after all these years.

Yeah, well,
I like to travel light.

Dad, listen,
thanks for doing this.

No problem.
I enjoy it.

Won't take much work.

This place will feel
like home soon enough.

Nothing wrong with putting
down roots, Jordan.

I don't know. You get too
comfortable in one place,

you're bound to be
disappointed.

You gotta stop
running sometime.

It's just...

Home never felt like
a real safe place to me.

I'm sorry, darling.

No, it's not your fault.

You always tried.

I could stay a little
while if you want.

I'm fine. But thanks.

See you tomorrow, kiddo.

Okay.

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