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You know who I am,
don't you?

I got your message.

I found the fingerprint.

What do you want from me?

You left things
on my car.

You led me around by the nose,
now tell me what comes next.

You murdering
son of a bitch,

tell me what you
know about her.

Tell me!

I know who killed
your mother.

What?

What did you say?

I said,
what did you say?

Tell me,
you son of a bitch!

I know who killed
your mother.

Who? Who did it?

No.

First you help me,
then I tell you.

Help you what?

Get outta here.

What are you talking
about? How can I do that?

I didn't kill
my wife and my kids.

I was framed.

I need you to prove it.

After you do, I'll lead
you to your mother's killer.

Why am I supposed
to believe you?

I gave you the fingerprint of a guy
you've been chasing for 22 years.

You couldn't have known
my mother when she was here.

How did you
find her hairclip?

That was easy.

Oh, by the way,
I left you another present.

Look,

I'm a powerless person.

I got no money, no resources.

All I got is
what I know.

It's a business
proposition.

I got something to sell,

something you're
willing to buy.

Is there
a problem here?

No.

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

Hi, sweetheart.

Just thought you'd like to have some
of your favorites to keep you company.

I miss you, baby.

Oh, and there's someone here
who wants to say something.

I miss you, Mommy.
Please come home soon.

The one to watch

Over me

Not again.

My sentiments exactly.

Sorry, I was just
talking to myself.

It's perfectly normal,
like sleeping in your clothes.

Is there something
you want, Garret?

I asked you not to go
back to Summit View.

Actually, it sounded
more like an order.

You want to tell me
what's going on?

No.

You know, you make it
tough sometimes, Jordan,

not just to be your boss,
to be your friend.

Last time I checked,
you didn't have that many.

Would have thought pink
was more your color.

Uh, it's, uh... It's not what it
looks like. I, uh... I broke a nail.

Yeah, don't worry about it.
Your secret's safe with me.

Anyway, I didn't come here
to discuss your proclivities.

I know that look.
What look is that?

The "let me see if I can slam my head
against this wall without feeling it" look.

Haven't you been
in enough trouble lately?

Actually, I'm just
getting started.

And I guess you want to
drag me down with you.

I cannot tell
a lie, Woody.

I need a favor,
and no questions asked.

My favorite kind.

And I guess you expect me to just roll
over and do what you say, is that it?

Even though
you know it's gonna be

my ass that's handed
back to me on a platter?

Is that what you expect?

Here we go.

Herman Redding.

The murders occurred
on July 9th, '91.

31-year-old Jane
Redding, his wife,

4- year-old son and
6- year-old daughter.

The bodies were
never found.

And the D.A. Still
got a conviction?

No.

Looks like he stopped talking before
they could formally charge him.

Clammed up right after they
found the murder weapon.

How convenient.

Kitchen knife, his fingerprints, their blood.

Enough to have him
dead to rights.

Jordan, what's this
all about?

I can't tell you.

You can't
or you won't?

Both.

Look, uh, who was the lead
detective on that case?

Harcourt.

Lou Harcourt?

You know him?

Well, well.
Jordan Cavanaugh.

Heard you were
back in town.

Gee, word sure travels
fast around here.

Still good looking.

And you're still fat.

Same old Cavanaugh wit.
Just like your old man.

Let's just leave my old man
out of this, all right?

Been a lot a years.

He's not still
sore, is he?

For helping to
get him fired?

Look, I got a few questions
for you about an old case.

Herman Redding.

What about it?

I'm looking for some answers. There
still seem to be a lot of questions.

Well, it depends on whether you
buy his version of the story.

And which version is that?

Two intruders break into his house
in the middle of the night, stab him,

slaughter his wife and kids,
hide the bodies.

No motive,
no prints, except...

I mean, I spent 20 hours grilling
the creep in interrogation.

He was as sane
as you or me.

But he never
confessed, did he?

He's no dummy. He ups and vegges out
the minute we find the murder weapon.

The shrinks diagnosed it as
catatonic dissociative state.

My ass.

The freak's been pulling the wool over
people's eyes for the last 10 years.

It's fine with me.
Let him rot in there.

Listen, I want everything you've got
on this case. Files, evidence, whatever.

Sorry. Files are confidential.

You're not gonna
give me anything, are you?

No, except
a word of advice.

Stay away from it.

I can't do it.

Sure, you can.

You do it.

What's the big deal? Bug, you tell
people how their loved ones die every day.

Yeah, but this one
is different.

What if I
start to laugh?

Oh, come on,
it's not that funny.

Okay, it's funny.

Okay, not you,
not me. Who?

There's really no way to
sugarcoat this, Mrs. Dunham.

Leon blew himself up.

I don't understand. How?

Apparently,
while you were at work,

Leon consumed
a large quantity of beer.

He loved his beer.

Yes, I guess he did.

It seems that he drank
two six-packs,

then attempted to shoot a raccoon
from your porch with his rifle.

You're kidding?

Apparently, he managed
to force the raccoon

into a drainage pipe
at the edge of your property.

He then poured an entire five-gallon
can of gasoline into the pipe,

lit a match
and dropped it in.

What a way to go.

That's not what
did it, actually.

See, the match went out
when it hit the liquid.

So?

So, he crawled in the pipe
and lit another one,

just to make sure.

We're pretty sure that he was
dead before he hit the ground.

Man, she is good.

Didn't even
crack a smile.

Hey, I'm looking
for Lily Lebowski.

May I ask what
this is regarding?

I'm Andy, her brother.

I need to talk
to her right now.

Is there a problem?

Oh, yeah. There's a problem, all right.

I've been calling her for two weeks
now. She hasn't called me back.

Is everything okay?

Our mom needs her
to come back home.

Well, I'm sure she could
take a few days off.

No. For good.

Cavanaugh.

Dad. Uh, no, I'm just, uh, doing some work.

Tonight?

No, I'm not trying to
avoid you. It's all right.

Dad, stop apologizing.

I've gotta get back
to work. I'll see you.

Just had an unfortunate conversation
with Kirk Snyder from the D.A.'s Office.

They got a call from
a Detective Harcourt

about a 10-year-old case
you're digging around in.

Wow. Took him almost as long
as it did to rat out my dad.

He gave me a lecture about
controlling my people.

You can't imagine
how much I enjoyed that.

What's going on, Jordan?

Just sitting at my desk
doing my work.

The hell you are. This is
about your mother's case.

I don't know how yet,
but I know it is.

It's why you went back to
Summit View, isn't that right?

It's none of your business.

Look at you.

You're not eating,
you're not sleeping.

Last time I saw
you like this...

Was when I was fired.

It's starting all
over again, isn't it?

Isn't it?

I hope that he

Turns out to be

Someone who'll watch

Over me

I'm a little lamb

I've hit a dead end.

I need you to tell me
your side of the story.

It was 2:26
in the morning.

I know, 'cause I saw the clock
when I woke up on the couch.

I'd fallen asleep
watching Johnny Carson.

That's when I heard
the scream.

I grabbed the first thing I could
find, and I started toward the bedroom.

Then he was on me.

I felt the knife
go in my side.

He hit me from behind,
and everything went dark.

When I woke up, my wife
and my kids were gone.

And you wonder why people
didn't believe you.

Yeah, well, it really doesn't
matter what you believe, does it?

What matters is that you
find out who framed me.

Tell me where I go from here.

The knife.

It's all about the knife.

A little hungry?

Research.
They're tax deductible.

Here.
Research for what?

I'm going into
the pizza business.

Pizza business?

Aw, clams?

Must be a Boston thing.

I wasn't avoiding you, Andy.

Oh, really? Then what
do you call it then?

Mom says you haven't talked
to her in like a month.

I won't go back to
Punxsutawney. I can't.

And I'm not taking care of Mom and that
stupid store anymore. It's not fair.

You got your dream.
You got all... this.

I work in
a morgue, Andrew!

Yeah, well, it's a hell of a lot better
than selling luggage your whole life.

Mom is driving me crazy.

She still thinks we can compete with
those guys in the mall. We're dying.

And now it's
my turn to get out.

What are you saying?

Every day I watch people walk out
of the store with bags I sold them,

going places I'll never go,
doing things that I will never do.

I'm really good
at making pizzas, Lily.

I got a book on it
and everything.

Pizza. It's my future.

I'm heading to New York
to strike it rich.

Wait a minute, Andy.
You left Mom?

Yup.

Stuffed everything I could
into a dual-sided, deluxe mobile

with a retractable handle
and hopped on a bus.

But she can't be alone.
You know how she is.

Exactly.

Bus ticket.
Now you got no excuse.

I got your page.
So where's the fire?

I need the knife.

What?

From the Redding murders.

Why are you asking me?
I don't have it.

Yeah, I know.
It's in the evidence storage.

I need you to
sign it out for me.

Are you kidding?
Jordan, this is not a game.

And if you know
what's good for you,

you'll drop this whole
stupid thing right now.

So, you're not
even gonna help me.

No, I am not
gonna help you.

Harcourt almost
tore me a new one

when he found that
I helped you get that file.

I help you,
I get in trouble.

Well, too bad, 'cause right now
it's the only kind of help I need.

M.E.'s office,
buzz me in?

Sure, soon as
I see your 6-80.

6-80?

Permission to enter the evidence
warehouse and access its contents.

You need a form 6-80
signed by the D.A.'s office.

Detective Harcourt
didn't call you?

I've been here all day.
No calls.

Lou Harcourt?
14th floor?

Oh, come on, man.
Just buzz me in.

No 6-80,
no buzz, man.

How long ago
did she leave?

Ten minutes.
Buzz me in.

Son of a...

Take off your coat,
you're staying.

Anyone ever tell you
you're a killjoy?

All the time.

Rumor mill's working
overtime around here.

Just what kind of
trouble are you in?

I'm not sure yet.

Just like
old times, eh?

Not that you should be
nostalgic for any of that.

This isn't like that.

Good.

'Cause I'd miss you
around here.

I'm all right.

Yeah?
Really.

I just need someone to help me
who's got a "can do" attitude.

Well, I'm your guy.

What you got?

Let me guess, kitchen accident.
Chopping carrots, perhaps?

Murder weapon.

I need to know what prints are on it... Yeah.

...whose blood that is, how
old it is, where it came from.

Sounds like several
hours worth of work.

Yes, it does.

And don't tell Macy.

Lily, here's the autopsy
schedule for tomorrow.

Oh, thank you.

So Nigel told me you handled
the notification on Leon Dunham.

Mmm. It must have been tough
to keep a straight face.

No. I take that kind of
thing very seriously.

I haven't been studying
for two years for nothing.

Studying?

Um, counseling.

I've been taking a
correspondence course

in clinical psychology
for two years now.

You're kidding.

I had no idea you
were so overqualified.

Yeah, well, maybe I'm not too overqualified
to sell luggage. What do you think?

I'm sorry?

Never mind. I'm gonna
go post this. Excuse me.

Yeah, I know,
I'm a lousy shot,

but I make up for it
by being short.

I don't need shrinking,
Howard. I'm fine.

I don't think you are.

Oh, and how do
you know that?

First of all,
you look like hell.

Second of all, when was
the last time you slept?

This is none
of your business.

Well, it is, actually. You
see, you're my assignment now.

Tell you what, whatever
they're paying you,

I will double it
if you leave right now.

Well, not that I couldn't
use the extra cash,

but, uh, I don't think
we'd get away with it.

What's that?

It's a prescription
so you can sleep.

I don't need sleep.

They're back,
aren't they?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

The dreams,
they've come back.

Still climbing that
staircase, aren't you?

I can handle
the dreams, okay?

Don't worry about it.

I think we both remember what
happened the last time you said that.

What am I
looking at?

The blood
from your knife,

100 times magnification and brought to
you in living color by the Axio Imaging 2.

It's one of my new toys.

How many
different blood types?

Three. And if I could get some DNA samples
from the victims, I might be able to match them.

The victims were
never found.

Oh. That should make that
rather difficult then.

Look, I don't know what
to tell you, Jordan.

Uh, I've run every
test I can on this knife.

What about EDTA?

Except for that one.

Blood preservatives, eh?

You're thinking
frame job, aren't you?

Maybe.

Well, if any preservatives are
present, this dye will bond to it.

There it is.

My guess is this blood is from
a vial labeled as "evidence".

And that was before
it ended up on the knife.

Gee, I wonder how
that happened?

You're leaving,
aren't you?

How do you...
I met your brother.

Oh.

Maybe this is for the best.

I mean, things were starting
to get weird around here anyway.

And there's nothing anyone
can do to change your mind?

No.

I don't think so.

So, uh, what are
you gonna do?

Go home, see if I can sell what's
left of the family business.

Take care of
a few things.

Try to find another job.

I see.

I was hoping I could get you to
write me a letter of recommendation.

Yeah, of course.

I'd be honored.

Have you, um,
told Dr. Macy yet?

No.

I was just writing him
a little letter.

I've got a autopsy
I've got to get to.

I'm gonna miss you, Lily.

You know how many laws you've
broken in the last 24 hours?

Herman Redding was framed for
the murders of his wife and kids.

Get outta here.
What are you talking about?

You know exactly
what I'm talking about.

The blood on this knife had already
been processed through the lab.

We know Redding's
talking again.

We know you've been there.
He's playing you.

That doesn't
change the facts.

You framed him.

You probably planted the
knife, too, didn't you?

No.

Then who did?

You don't want to know.

Who was it?

You're on the wrong side
of this one, sweetheart.

Tell me!

Ask your father.

What are you doing here?

Herman Redding.

Yeah, remember him?

The guy you framed
for murder.

Or were there just so many
of them that you lost track?

What is this, Jordan?

He's the one who gave me
the fingerprint.

Now, I don't know if one thing has
anything to do with the other, but, uh,

I'm starting to get
pretty damn suspicious.

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

You planted the knife
two days after the crime.

The blood evidence
was faked.

This is way more complicated than you know.

Stop lying to me!
You framed him!

The man was a monster!

Slaughtered his
wife and kids.

He was about to walk.
We did what we had to do.

Aw, don't go getting
self-righteous on me.

Sometimes cops have got
to be a little creative.

You know that.

I'm going to
the D.A. With this.

No, you're not, Jordan.
You weren't born yesterday.

No, I'm telling them
everything I know.

You know what kind of trouble
I'm in if you do that?

You should have thought of
that before you broke the law!

I don't believe anything
you say to me anymore.

For all I know,
everything has been a lie!

What the hell are you
talking about?

You lied to me
about my mother!

About her being
in an institution.

And someone was
trying to kill her.

For all I know,
it could have been you.

All right, now you're
talking crazy!

Oh, yeah. I lived with that woman 15 years,

the depression,
the anger.

I protected you from it, 'cause I
thought it was the right thing to do.

She was a sick woman,
Jordan.

And I protected her from
a lot more than herself.

You want the truth?
I'll give you the truth.

Your mother was a crazy,
paranoid, delu...

Jordan.

I think I'm losing my mind.

You're not becoming
your mother, Jordan.

That's just not
how it works.

Mental illness
runs in families.

My mom was exactly my age
when she started to lose it.

I mean, what if I'm like
some kinda ticking time bomb,

genetically predetermined
to go off?

You know, there's a clinical term
called "complicated bereavement".

To cope with
the pain of a loss,

the attempt is made to
resurrect the person you've lost

by becoming them.

Sounds like I'm nuts.

Well, I wouldn't quarrel
with you there.

I hit my dad,
for God's sake.

Well, that was
a reaction to the moment.

You'll apologize to him.
It'll be fine.

I don't know what
to believe anymore.

I think I'm starting
to see things.

Well, how long is it
since you've slept?

Couple days.

Because of the dreams?

Yeah.

They're not gonna go away
unless you deal with them.

They always do.

Eventually.

That door at the
top of the stairs,

it's been closed
for 22 years.

I think it's time you
found out what's behind it.

Just start at the beginning,
the first image you remember.

Every dream's
a little different,

but it's always
in the house.

Always at night.

It's quiet,

except for the singing.

It's my mother's voice.

She used to sing it to me
a lot when I was little.

Someone to watch over me

I see my dad.

He's standing in
the kitchen doorway.

There's something
in his hands.

He's staring down at it.

What is it?

I don't know.
It's always different.

Look closer.

It's a gun.

What's he
doing with it?

He's taking out
the bullets,

he doesn't want
them in the gun.

Why?

I don't know.

Yes, you do.

To protect me.

Good.

So, what happens next?

I'm drawn to the voice.

I want it to comfort me.
I need to be closer to it.

It's coming
from the bathroom.

She's in there.

I'm at the top of the stairs.
I don't usually get this far.

What do you see?

What is it?

Water.

I'm a little lamb

Who's lost in the wood

Jordan,

what did you see?

What was it?

I gotta go.

Jordan.

Oh, Doctor Cavanaugh, you got a
bunch of messages from Dr. Stiles.

He sounded
really concerned.

And, uh, you're wanted
in the conference room.

Let me guess.
I'm in trouble.

Did someone's hamster die?

You remember Mr. Snyder
from the D.A.'s office.

He was just filling me in on your
discovery in the Redding case.

Good.

Saved me having to call him.

I have to admit, the D.A. Is slightly
confused by this series of events.

It's a sensitive case,
you understand.

Nothing sensitive about it.

The man was framed. Drop
the charges and release him.

He was never tried
on the charges.

So?

The fabrication of evidence
constitutes a denial of due process.

We'll never be able to
try him again for the murders.

Bill of Rights
can be a bitch.

He's guilty.

Maybe.

Maybe not.

Jordan, if you go through with
this, your father will be charged

with felony
obstruction of justice.

Are you willing
to let that happen?

Your reputation leaves a lot
to be desired, Dr. Cavanaugh.

There's a shock.

We're not above dragging your
past into the courtroom if need be.

I'm sure the jury would be very
interested in the psychiatric evaluation

from your last tenure
here in Boston.

Wait, wait, wait,
just hold it a minute.

That's a confidential file.
There's no reason to...

It's called a subpoena.

No one's gonna
subpoena anything.

She stole police property.

I will not let her screw up a case that
we have waited 10 years to prosecute.

I'll have her
fired for this.

As long as I'm still her boss, I'll be the
one who decides who gets fired around here.

Is that clear?

Release Herman Redding
immediately

or I go to the press
with everything I know.

You forgetting something?

Your end of the bargain.

There's a cabin in Vermont, six
miles outside of Prospect Rock,

on Route 18 at the end of
Mill Road where the dirt stops.

If you leave now,
you'll get there by dark.

What am I looking for?

After you go through the
front door, walk five paces,

look down,
you'll find it there.

Bug.

What do you want?

Did you know
Lily resigned?

Yeah.

Why didn't you tell me?

It's not really
my job, is it?

But I hope you're happy.

What's that
supposed to mean?

Where's she going?

Back home to Pennsylvania,
taking a bus in half an hour.

Lily, you didn't
say goodbye.

Oh, I didn't know how to.

I'm sorry, Garret.

I just didn't want to wake
up one day with regrets.

If I leave now,
maybe I won't have any.

Listen, I can't
let you resign.

I mean, for certain
political reasons,

it just doesn't look good. You know, it
reflects poorly on me, you understand?

No, I don't, but...

So, I'm firing you.

Oh, I see.

And offering you a
position with full benefits.

Comes out to about
a 100º/º raise in pay.

What?

Listen, we need
somebody at the morgue

with a kind face to deal
with people in grief.

Sort of a social worker to
see them through a tough time.

And I can't think of anybody
better for that than you.

I want you to stay, Lily.

Is this about the job
or about us?

I'm not sure, maybe both.

The bus is leaving. I have
to go home and see my mom.

Will you think
about the offer?

I don't know.

Okay.

So, if you're not interested, just get on
the bus and don't look back. I'll understand.

Goodbye, Garret.

Goodbye, Lily.

Whoa! It's me, it's me,
it's me, it's me!

How'd you get here?

I followed you.

If you'd just told me what you were doing in
the first place. What are you doing out here?

Looking for answers.

Answers to what?

My mother's murder.

Okay, stop, stop.

It's his wife and kids.

He used me.

Okay, you were
never here, Jordan.

Okay, you understand me?

You were never here
and you never saw any of this.

Okay? I'm gonna
take care of this, Jordan.

I was just going through your psychiatric
evaluation from when I fired you,

looking for some answers.

They're not in there.

Maybe the D.A.'s office
will have better luck.

I've known you for eight years now,
and I still don't understand you.

But you're the single most
gifted M.E. I've ever worked with.

You care more, you give more, I
think you actually enjoy it more.

That's why it pains me
to have to do this.

I'm suspending you
for a month.

Suspending me?

Yeah, go home, go away, whatever.
Just get your priorities straight.

We'll deal with the D.A.'s
office when you get back.

That's not gonna work for me.

I'm not giving you a choice.

You're not suspending me,

'cause I quit.

No. No, that's not fair.

We've been through too much for
you to pull this on me, Jordan.

I'd do anything to
help you, you know that.

Don't beat yourself up,
Garret.

I'm not worth it.

See, that's the difference
between you and me.

'Cause I always
thought you were.

Going someplace?

You're going after him,
aren't you?

He knows who
killed my mother.

You're never
gonna find him.

We'll see.

He played you, Jordan.
Think about this.

Those two murders out at
the mental hospital,

my guess is he was
responsible for those, too.

And if he's smart, he is long gone
by now, probably out of the country.

Then it's gonna be a long
trip. Now, if you'll excuse me.

Hey, Jordan. I thought
we were friends.

I thought we were
getting to know each other.

There's some things
you can't ever know.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Just talk to me about it.

Please.

I can't.

I'll help you find him.

What?

I'll go with you.
We'll do this together.

That's crazy.

You don't have to ask
for my help, Jordan.

I'll give it to you.

I can be your friend.

I was only 10.

What?

It's not fair.

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