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Sounds of construction push
Cavanaugh to grab

- a clump of her hair and rip it out.
- All the vents are opened.

The entire building’s dealing
with this noise, Jordan.

Without a working ventilation
system, you don’t have a job.

What’s the latest on our temporary crypt?

Once we get these last two bodies into
the basement, we’ll be ready to party.

- Great. I’ll bring the beer.
- No, you won’t.

As of now, I’m taking you off rotation

until those three months of autopsy reports
you’ve been sittin’ on are completed.

- You can’t do that.
- I can and I just did.

Aw, come on, man.
You know I hate paperwork.

I hate paying alimony. I still do it.

Yeah. I’ll be right there.

Whadya got?

Dead guy hanging from a tree limb.

Garret, you’re halfway out the door.

Go home, enjoy ourself.
I’ll take care of it.

Jordan, paperwork.

- Hey, Doc, up here.
- What have we got?

Decedent’s been identified
as Daniel Robinson,

thirty-twoyear- old
computer consultant from Ashland.

His car was found parked a half mile
up the road at the post office.

There was no sign of forced entry
or a struggle.

This wasn’t a suicide?

Not exactly.

Alright, everybody stop!
Turn off the flashlights.

This is how the killer saw it.

Okay, there’s a lot of blood here.

So if you guys are double-gloved,
let’s get him down.

Lividity puts TOD
between two and four hours.

We’re assuming he was lured
into the woods and then murdered.

How’d you find him?

Anonymous tip. Guy hung up
before we could get his name.

Obviously, we’re dealing with
some kind of twisted ritual thing here.

Belial’s Occult Shop.

Who would do something like this?

“I am Satan. Fear me.”

Apparently, Satan.

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ORIGINAL AIR DATE ON NBC:2004/03/07

Hey. Somebody’s burnin’ it tonight.

Yeah, well, somebody was sacrificed
in the woods earlier,

and wants to find out
as much as he can

before panic erupts
in the morning papers.

- It’s that bad, huh?
- See for yourself.

Uh, Doctor Macy, we’ve located
Robinson’s next of kin.

It’s his ex-wife, a school teacher
in Worcester, but I’m um--

Oh my God. Is that
a pentagram carved into his chest?

Nice touch, huh?
Apparently, the devil made him do it.

Can see how that might cause some panic.

Uh, I’m still searching
for the ex’s new address.

Okay, thanks, Lily.

Let's do a tracheal aspirate.

Well, you think he was anesthesized?

Well, the guy’s only fracture’s a C-one.
No signs of a struggle.

He was in fairly good physical shape.
It’s hard to imagine he’d go quietly.

Well, maybe he was a willing participant.

Climbed a tree and slipped himself
into the noose.

After carving a pentagram
into his own chest?

Satan is a mighty force.

And it’s been known to happen.

The weak sacrificing themselves
for the devotion of evil.

The guy was a computer analyst
found in Topsiders.

My guess is someone sacrificed him.

Well, you guessed right.
We’ve got a positive for chloroform.

Poor guy was knocked out before
the noose ever touched his neck.

What do you make of these red spots?

Most likely insect bites.

That’s what happens when you
hang out in the woods too long--

no pun intended.

Wait a minute.

What’s this?

Well, I can tell you what it’s not. His.

What are you doing?

I’m kissing you.
Do you want me to stop?

No, I just have to forward your phones.

Here we go. We’ll let them ring.

Hittin’ the pipe again, are we?

Peter. , you’ve got to hear this, man.

So, did you lock the door?
Oh, just--

What?

With the vents being worked on,
we can hear people on another floor,

and some secretary’s just
given her boss

quite a raise,
if you know what I’m sayin’.

Yeah, you know, the video store’s got
a whole section for that.

Boy, you’re no fun.

Besides, shouldn’t you be finishing
up those reports,

seein’ as how I’m the one
who’s gotta pick up the slack?

Oh, I’ll tell you what.

Um, I’ll trade you my small pile
of autopsy reports for two of your bodies.

Yeah, sure.

Oh, seriously?

No.

Hello? Anybody home?

So, Woodrow, we encounter any action
tonight, I’m your wingman.

Nigel, repeat after me.
Coroner, cop. Coroner, cop.

You stick to collecting evidence,
if you find any.

Necromantic Bell of Girardius.
Beckons Satan.

- Big Buffy fan?
- Mmm.

Love her.

Hi.

Coroner, cop. Coroner, cop.

Hi, how are you?

I’m Detective Woodrow Hoyt
of the Boston Police Department.

Would you mind if we asked you
a few questions?

Ow! Agh.

Which one of us did you say was the cop?

The same paraffin candles you sell
at your shop were found

at a crime scene tonight.
You want to tell me how they got there?

I- I don’t know.

Yeah, well, you want to tell me
why you bolted down this alley really fast?

‘Cause you seemed to have
a lot of motivation,

or are you a little foggy on that, too?

Look, what exactly is this about?

Hey, why don’t you let him
ask the questions, okay?

Yeah, why don’t you let me
ask the questions?

Look, guys, I got a right to know
what I’m being accused of.

Murder.

- Murder?
- Murder.

I thought this was about child support.

Child support?

this whole time.

Did you really think I wouldn’t
find out about this?

It’s not what it looks like.

With everything I’ve done for you!
You betrayed me!

Stop yelling. We can work this out.

- You think I’d trust you again?
- No. No, John! No, don’t!

Peter!

- Call nine-one-one.
- What?

I’m getting security.

Jordan, what the hell happened?

I think somebody in the building
was just shot.

- What? Where?
- I don’t know.

Well, you don’t know
if someone was shot or where?

I heard it happen through the vent.

Uh, all I know is that somebody named
John pulled the trigger.

- John?
- Who are you?

I don’t know what to tell ya.

According to the building sign-in book,

everyone who entered the offices
tonight has since left.

There’s no one here, period.

I heard someone get shot.

You see, a lot of times
in these old buildings,

water pipes get rusty
and they bang really loud.

I’m sure that’s all you heard.

What I heard was
a muffled thirty-eight being

pressed into someone’s flesh
and then fired.

Look, Miss, we’ve searched every floor.

- We didn’t--
- Oh, wow. In about twelve minutes,

- you must have scoured every square inch.
- Now, wait a minute. I didn’t come here..

- Okay, officer, we’re very sorry
for wasting your time.

- Peter?
- Alright.

It won’t happen again.
Thank you for coming.

What?

You think it was just happenstance that
a guy bleeding from a gash in his forehead

was exiting the building minutes
after I heard the argument?

- You know--
- Uh--

We got blood. Must have been
on the bottom of his shoes.

Jordan, we work in a morgue.

That blood could have come
off of my shoes for all you know.

I know what I heard. Now, move.

Even if it was off of that guy’s shoes--
and that’s a capital I-F,

uh, you saw him. He was bleeding.
It was probably his own blood.

I’m not asking you to believe me.

I’m just asking you to step aside
so I can check the buttons.

Fine.

Hey, uh, okay.

- Hey, could you pass me some swabs?
- Yep.

Oh, hey, Garret.

What are you doin’ in the elevator?

- I was just--
- Let me rephrase that.

Why aren’t you in your office
completing the work I requested?

Because there was something more pressing.

Than doing what I told you to do?
Wrong answer.

Listen, I heard about the confusion
tonight, Jordan.

If you call the cops again, I’m gonna
take away your phone privileges, too.

Uh, don’t look at me.

Birarwood High School

I apologize we had to do this here.

I thought he just changed his mind.

About what?

Meeting me last night.

We’ve been divorced for a couple of months.

We haven’t seen each other since.

We were gonna discuss
the possibility of a reconciliation.

But Daniel never showed.

Seems that Daniel was just at the wrong
place at the wrong time. I’m so sorry.

He told me that if anyone interfered,
something bad would happen.

Excuse me?

I never thought that
he would actually do it.

I never thought that
he would actually kill him.

Who are we talkin’ about?

Oliver.

How’s it goin’, teach?

- Him?
- No. Him.

You wanted to see me?

Yeah. Titleman?

Mmm. Pretty disturbing, isn’t it?

What is?

Jason. He’s missing his C-five-MT-one.

I hadn’t noticed.

An unfortunate event occurred last night, .

Mrs. Robinson, your science teacher,
her husband was murdered.

Terrible. That’s just awful.

Ex-husband.

I’m sorry?

Well, wasn’t he her ex-husband?

Well, it was my understanding
they were trying to reconcile.

I s- I spoke to Mrs. Robinson.
I know all about the love letters.

In one, I believe you went as far
as threatening anyone who got in the way.

Crazy things you say
when you’re drowning in a crush.

I just- I thought that’s
what she’d want to hear.

Shows you how much
I know about women.

I guess I have a lot to learn.

I guess so.

You don’t remember me, do you,
Doctor Macy?

You showed me my first dead body last year.

Uh, the school sent our advanced science
class for an afternoon at the morgue.

Remember?

It was inspiring.

So much so, I went to forensics camp
last summer at the university.

Forensics camp?

Uh, blood spatter, DNA collection,
latent prints,

uh-- I’d love to talk to you
about it sometime.

Sure.

While you’re at it, maybe you can teach
me a thing or two about women.

Well, off to calculus.

Later, Doctor Macy.

It was a challenge, but as usual,
I triumphed with great style and panache.

And all in three-D, I might add.

Say hello to Forty-nine
Hundred Beacon Street.

Otherwise known as
our home away from home.

Now, take note. We are here.

- See that throbbing red dot?
- Oh, yeah.

Yes, ninth floor, east wing.

Where the ventilation system travels north.

But it continues to travel up
to the eleventh floor,

taking a slight bend to the left
and ends its journey

in suite eleven-O-seven.

Farmer’s Medical Supplies.

And the building’s database says
it's owned by a John and Randall Grier.

Yeah, someone yelled “John”
through the vent last night.

I took the liberty of downloading their
photos from the Registry of Motor Vehicles,

proving once again that a flattering
picture on your ID does not exist.

Yeah, that’s him.

Hey, uh, Peter. Check this out.

This is the guy from the elevator, right?
His name is John. That’s almost--

You hacked into the RMV database?

Are you high?

Anyway, the body is probably
still up there.

Now, we just wait for this guy to go
to lunch and we let ourselves in.

Jordan, you’re actually accusing
this of murder,

like it really happened. Um, this is
someone’s life that we’re talking about.

Exactly. And whoever was murdered
was somebody’s father or brother or son.

Now, who’s comin’ with me?

- I’ll come with you, luv.
- Forget it.

Nigel, scooter versus Humvee,
autopsy four. While we’re young.

- I gotta...
- Yeah.

Send me a postcard.

There’s nothing you can do.

I have superpowers, and to fight them
will only make you weaker--

Go, hurry up.
The guy could come back any second.

Hey, Randall Grier’s calendar
hasn’t been turned since yesterday.

Maybe he forgot.

Or maybe he’s dead.

Shhh.

How did this disk get mangled?

Obviously, somebody tried to destroy it.

Yeah, or it got caught in that drawer.

Peter, come here.

- Mm-mm.
- What’s this?

- That is a small amount of blood.
- Yeah.

Nothing more than I would see
if I- I’d cut myself shaving.

Maybe in your bathroom sink,
but what’s a trail of blood doing in here?

It’s locked. Guess who’s in here.

- Elvis.
- Randall Grier.

Right, of course.
‘Cause Elvis has left the building.

Is that him? / Right. Yeah, got it.
Yeah. Alright, I’ll be back.

Well, I’m at the office.
Why? Where are you?

Fine. I’ll be right there.

Don’t talk to me
for the next sixty seconds.

Oh. Uh, sorry.

Hi.

Hmm.

Those red spots on Robinson,

they weren’t insect bites after all.
Guess what they were.

Would you spare me the three minutes
of futility and cut to the chase?

They might have something
to do with his high polys.

Elevated white count, is that all?

No, that was just the foreplay.
Now for the big bang.

Something we missed last night.

I caught it after noticing a slight scratch
under Robinson’s brow.

You might want to take a closer look.

See the cornea?

Latent print.

What’d I tell ya? Bang.

- Care for a cigarette?
- Did you run it?

Yeah, but no luck finding a match.

I may know where to find it.

- What’s up, Doc?
- Hey.

That wasn’t a hypothetical.

I uh, I really meant what is up, Doc,
with the Robinson case? We’ve hit a wall.

Forty-six people bought candles
from that shop.

We’ll be questioning them ‘til next week
unless you found anything better.

Okay, what if I could give you
someone potentially linked to the scene,

with motive, and seven days
of forensic camp under his belt?

- Forensic.../ Forensic...
- camp? / camp?

Who I think might be on that list.

I’d name my firstborn after you.

Oliver Titleman.

- Bingo.
- It’s Garret with one T.

You made that agreement way too fast.

He’s on his way up. Are we ready?

Clean as a baby’s bottom.

We’ll get his print.

Doctor Macy, you have a visitor.

Well, send him in.

- Oliver.
- Doctor Macy.

- Welcome.
- Sorry I’m late.

I couldn’t get off of work.
Some parakeet with an abscess.

I work after school hours
at an animal clinic.

They say it looks good for med school.

Oh, well, glad you could make it
on such short notice.

I have to admit, I was surprised
when you called.

I thought maybe I was
a little pushy this morning.

No-no-no. I appreciate the enthusiasm.

Let me show you around.
You- you a coffee drinker yet?

Better not. Caffeine.

Kinda makes me crazy.

- You want some water, juice?
- I’m okay.

Okay.

Well, then without further ado.

Let the fun begin.

The blood matches what
we found on the elevator.

Eh, congratulations.

You’ve confirmed it wasn’t fake blood
dripping from his forehead.

Uh, Peter, I realize you’re behind,

but I’m adding scooter versus Humvee
to your list.

Wait, who? / Uh, Johnson and Fernelli.
They’re waiting for you.

Oh, yeah, they tell you that personally?

Well, no, because they’re dead.

- See? You could have traded.
- Ha-ha.

Uh, Jordan.

Hey, s- some guy was snooping
around about

a long-haired pretty brunette
who works here.

Well, what did he look like?

Except for the bandage
across his forehead, normal.

But II caught a bad vibe.
Am I paranoid? / No, no.

He’s still here?

Strange, I- I- I told him that
you went home for the day.

Lily, could you uh,
please get rid of him for me?

Okay, I’ll admit. That is weird.

Maybe he was down here to kill you.

Well, then, I must be doin’
somethin’ right.

You get anything off that disk?

Oh, the disk. Well, unfortunately,
each cluster was superseded.

Someone really wanted to make
that information disappear.

It’s rebuilding as we speak, but we’ll
deal with that we’ll deal with that later.

Here we got.

Alright, now, “Rear Window” was
checked out,

so I figured “Suite Eleven-O-Seven”
was the next best thing.

- Popcorn anyone?
- How’d you do this?

Oh, well, I’ll show you.
Come here.

I’ve got a camera rolling live planted
atop that building over there.

That monitor’s connected to that feed.

So you’re looking at a live image
from the outside of their office.

I’ll do all my own camera work,
thanks.

Steven Soderbergh, watch out.

Nigel, can you give us a close-up?

Is the Pope old?

Come on, no one’s looking.

Get him out of the building
before the odor gives you away.

Just open it.

Oh, you’re nervous.
Yeah, I’d be nervous, too,

if I just killed my partner when he
found out I was stealing from him.

Is that what happened?

Until we get a better theory.

Oh, cue the music. We have a visitor.

I can’t see anything. It’s too dark.

Well, let’s get up close
and personal then.

That’s his partner--the dead guy, Grier.

No, it can’t be.

Well, I’m sorry, luv, but it is.

Found him lying face down
on his kitchen floor.

The other guy was found pummeled
in the next room, left with amnesia.

One dead, one beaten,
blunt force trauma, no murder weapon.

They were roommates,
so DNA and fingerprints meant nothing.

Any traces of an intruder?

Even with the heavy snowfall
the night before,

there were no tracks comin’ or goin’.

It’s like a brain tease.

Our first thought was that someone
had come in, beaten them,

and left before the snowfall.
Took us a while to figure it out.

Any trace evidence in the contusions?

Suppose there were none.

Had there recently been a fire
in the fireplace?

Where you goin’ with that?

The- the roommates argue.

One of ‘em grabs a log,
beats the crap out of the other one.

But he finds enough strength
to take control,

turning the beating on his friend,
killing him.

It’s cold out.

No one will think anything of
a burnt log in the fireplace.

You couldn’t find the murder weapon
because it had been consumed.

That’s not bad.

Doctor Macy,

do you believe there’s
such a thing as the perfect murder?

No, I don’t.

Just out of curiosity, why not?

Because in every body and every
crime scene, you have all your answers.

You just have to know where to look.

You okay?

Just a migraine, I think.

Well, you know, the smell in here
really gets to some people.

Thank you for the tour, Doctor .

I’ll never forget it.

We got him.

But I just checked.
The mugs were never touched.

He had to take this off with his bare hand.
Get a bag.

Like a fox.

It took me a second to figure out
what you were up to, Doctor Macy.

All you had to do was ask.

We spoke to these folks at this forensic
camp. It’s really quite adorable.

They assign these murder cases
to these kids,

give ‘em some evidence and set ‘em
loose in the world of pathology.

Guess which case solved.

I don’t know, satanic ritual killings?

Why doesn’t that surprise me.

Listen, we found a feline hair
on Daniel Robinson.

Do you know if he had any cats?

Two, in fact.

So much for that.
Okay, whadya got?

On the left, a print from
Robinson’s eyeball.

On the right, the one that
so graciously handed us.

And...

Ladies and gentlemen,
we have a match.

- He’s nervous.
- Well, he should be.

I know why you brought me in.

Do you now? Why is that?

They found my print on
Daniel Robinson’s body.

Yeah, how did that get there?

I ride through the woods
every day after school,

and I never touched a dead body before.

You know, even after death,
the eyes retain moisture.

Fascinating.

He was hanging two feet off the ground.

How did you manage that?

I stood on some rocks.
I was curious.

I know I shouldn’t have.

You know what it’s like, don’t you,
Doctor Macy?

Writers can write and painters can paint,

but you’ve got a passion for forensics

and there’s a dead body hanging in
the woods on your way home from school.

I just couldn’t help myself.

Okay, so we’ve established
that you’re passionate.

You know, we spoke to your professor
at that forensic camp.

It’s startling how similar this case is
to the one that you studied.

Yeah, flukey, isn’t it?

Yeah, flukey.

Kind of like you ordering the same candles
that we found at the crime scene.

Now, uh, just out of curiosity, tell me,

what does one do with twelve boxes
of those things?

Well, they’re paraffin.

I make specimen slides
for my own experiments.

And what kind of experiments?

Frogs, earthworms,
the occasional salamander.

- And what’s your favorite part?
- Of the anatomy?

No, of the process?
The dissection or the killing?

The dissection, what do you think?

You want to know what I think?

I think you killed your teacher’s husband
‘cause you’re hot for teacher.

Since when is a crush against the law?

When someone dies.

Everything you have or think
you have is circumstantial.

Could you turn down these overheads?
They’re starting to bother my eyes.

This kid’s got an answer for everything.

Well, he might have a good reason for that.

Yeah, he’s done his research.

- That disk you found tells quite a tale.
- I’m all ears.

Okay, well, once upon a time,
there was Farmer’s Medical Supplies.

Made about two mill a year.
Interestingly enough,

all fifteen of their clients share
something else in common--

an address in the CayIslands
under an Alex Corvo.

Compliments of our friends
at the Federal Bureau of Investigation.

- Coincidence?
- I think not.

- Let’s go.
- Yeah.

So, this Corvo is an evil prince
of darkness, right?

And even though he’s been
arrested everywhere

from London to Vegas
for drug trafficking... / Yeah?

he still maintains a life of luxury.

Oh, can we say money laundering?

So I snapped a photo of the building
sign-in sheet from the other day.

Can you guess who signed in that night
at ten nineteen to see the boys upstairs?

- Alex Corvo.
- You catch on so quickly.

Now, I may be no expert,
but uh, notice how he signed out.

Well, the handwriting’s different.

Yeah, whoever signed out the other night,
it wasn’t Mister Corvo.

- Garret.
- Jordan, NIgel. Where you off to?

- Oh, just for a stroll.
- Yeah.

- It’s thirty-five degrees outside.
- It’s brisk.

- Yeah, we just need to wake up.
- Some fresh air.

Where, on the roof?

Mm-hm. And while I’m busting you again,

I just found a receipt for
five thousand dollars

worth of rented video
surveillance equipment.

- I’m assuming you’re behind it.
- Most of that was a deposit.

Garret, we believe someone was
murdered on the eleventh floor. / Yeah.

We think his name was Alex Corvo,
an international drug dealer. / Jordan.

No, we have motive and
evidence to back it up.

All we need you to do is to classify
this guy as a missing person,

then we can launch
a full scale investigation.

- Enough with the dramatics.
- She can’t help it.

Shut up, Nigel.
And you’re not goin’ anywhere.

Look, we both know that no matter what
I say, you’re gonna do what you want,

but for once,
out of respect for our friendship,

will you please just do something I ask.

Excuse me.

Don’t worry about it.
I saw him leave.

Trust me. They come back.

They must have moved his body
out of the building.

Curses. Foiled again.

I’d give you an olive branch,
but I’m fresh out.

You may want to start buyin’ ‘em in bulk.

I can’t be the only one weighing down
those pretty little shoulders so heavy.

They’re gonna have to let this kid walk.

Everybody makes a mistake.
He had to have screwed up somewhere.

Of course he made a mistake.
I just can’t find it.

The only things I’m finding are
the damn crumbs he left.

I should be better than that.

Screw this kid.
You are better than that.

Leopardus pardalis,
otherwise known as the ocelot.

What are you talking about?

The- the hair we pulled from Robinson.
You had it sent to a zoologist.

Yeah, I wanted to verify that
it matched one of his cats.

Yeah, well, it didn’t.

I want the name of the veterinarian
you work for.

Doctor Brandon Kimball.

One of the only two vets in Boston who’ve
treated an ocelot in the last six months.

What are the odds?

Think we found somethin’.

So did we. You better get your coat.

Deja vu.

SATAN LIVES FEAR ME.

He’s been dead about two hours.

Oliver’s been with us the last four.

There’s no way the kid
could have done this.

The overflowing bathtub tells me
he wasn’t expecting anyone,

so we’re most likely dealing with
an intruder. Man, it is hot in here.

He came in through the window.

So who’s our victim?

Vincent Wolfe, a shut-in.

That guy over there found him.

He comes here every day, same time,
delivering a hot meal.

- Damn, it is hot in here.
- Any connection to Titleman?

None whatsoever. I already checked.

You still think the kid had
something to do with this?

Maybe he had an accomplice,
like the teacher.

She took a leave of absence with her mother
in Cincinnati. I already checked that, too.

I’m gonna get statements
from the neighbors.

Woody, unlike Robinson,
this guy’s mouth was taped and his hands

were tied behind his back.
Maybe it’s a copycat.

Listen, Doc, the same person who killed
Daniel Robinson killed this guy.

I mean, the writing is on the wall,
literally.

We did not release that detail
to the press.

Now, Doc, I know what it’s like

when a crime is so heinous
that you want to find someone to blame,

but that kid was in custody.

What? What is it? What is it?
What are you looking at?

Not sure yet.

Our temporary crypt is
now closed for business.

This is the last one.

- That doesn’t make any sense.
- What do you mean?

Lily, this chart was wrong.

No, that’s right.
Pamela Johnson and Ben Fernelli.

I think you made a mistake.

Peter, this toe tag says Fernelli,

and this one says Johnson.

Then why does Pamela Johnson
have a johnson?

Whoa. I would have remembered
that johnson.

I counted twenty-six.

According to the paperwork,
there should only be twenty-five.

We have an extra body.

I think I just found the one
Jordan’s been looking for.

Hello, Mister Corvo.

Findings are identical to the first victim.

Fracture at Cone, chloroform,
carved pentagram.

Except this guy suffered
from immersion hypothermia.

Oh, yeah. Look at that.

Hello. Lost a little here.

Immersion hypothermia.

When the body reaches
freezing temperatures,

the blood moves away from the skin
towards the inner organs.

Wait, freezing? How is that possible?

The thermostat was set over eighty.

Let me ask you something.

Exposure to extreme cold slows rigor,
right? / Yeah.

It never got above twenty degrees today.

Alright, bear with me.
Assuming this kid did it...

he’d been watching this guy for a while.

He knew the best time to make his move
was in the morning.

He enters the house through the window.

He comes up behind the victim
as he’s drawing a bath.

And chloroforms him.
He never saw it coming.

As Oliver is carving the pentagram,
the old comes to.

That explains the ropes around the wrists.

Then programs the thermostat to blast
hot air for two hours before we arrive.

But rigor wasn’t locked.

He cranked up the heat for a reason.

I just can’t figure out why.

- It’s a brain tease.
- What?

Let’s suppose that after chloroformed him,
he rigged the noose.

He cranked the thermostat
and ran the bathtub.

Probably used smelling salts
to wake him up.

And to delay the time of death,

he stood him on a block of ice.

With his hands tied behind his back,

Wolfe couldn’t do anything
but wait for the ice to melt and to die.

- and by that time..
- Oliver was already in custody.

He knows the guy who delivers meals
shows up at the same time every day

and knew exactly
when the body was gonna be found.

The thermostat melts the ice,

and the water from the tub
hides the puddle.

If that’s true, also knew
he’d be brought in for questioning.

He planned the second homicide
specifically to get himself off.

Perfect murder.

The only problem is
it’s still circumstantial.

To think I bought into
all that headache crap.

Well, maybe it wasn’t crap.

Bug, can you do a spinal tap
on Daniel Robinson?

Alex Corvo, that guy
you didn’t believe was shot,

we found him.
He was shot.

You know what that is?
An abrasion collar

from when the thirty-eight was pressed
into his flesh and then fired.

But you know, I feel like
I’ve said that to you before.

Oh, that’s right. I have.

You see, Pappas and Grier were
laundering Corvo’s money

through the medical supplies business.

They got greedy, they killed him.

All the specifics should be right here.

All that’s left to do now is
to make an arrest.

Thought I’d leave something
for you to do.

You’re feeling pretty good
about yourself right now, huh?

Yeah. Yeah, it is a high point.

Boston P.D. Prisoner Property

That Rube Goldberg block
of ice trick is such a cliche.

You kidding? It’s a classic.

You must have hurt your back hoisting
that body onto the block of ice.

Hope you bent your knees.

You say that like I should know
what you’re talking about.

- How do you feel, Oliver?
- Free.

Little sensitive to light? Stiff neck?

What’s your point?

I’ve got a search warrant for you.

Search my house all you want.

You can’t prove anything.

Mmm. Let me tell you
what I think I can prove.

That you contracted meningitis
from Daniel Robinson

when you carved the pentagram
into his chest.

It’s a bacteria called hemophilus
influenza. I could be more precise.

Search warrant’s not for your home,
it’s for your body.

They didn’t teach you about
spinal taps at that camp, did they?

I didn’t think so.

You’re a smart kid, Oliver.

But I’m smarter.

♪ Trying to get away into the night ♪

♪ Then you put your arms around me ♪

♪ and we tumble to the ground
and then you say♪

♪ “I think we're alone now.
there doesn't seem to be...♪

♪ anyone around.” ♪

I’m sorry, I can’t kick that song out
of my head. / It’s a great tune.

Yeah, exactly. Well, finito.
And you didn’t have any faith.

Go ahead and say it.

Say what?

I told you so.

Oh, come on.
You know that’s not my style.

Yeah, it is.

But good work, Jordan.

I’m sorry I didn’t believe you.

Oh, I’m sorry I’m not a responsible,
subservient employee.

I’ve tried it. I’m just not good at it.

You’re an exceptional M.E.

You’re not so bad yourself.

I came really close to doubting that
this week. It scared the hell out of me.

Yeah, well, you wonder why I run around
chasing the truth all the time?

So I don’t have to be by myself
to discover my own.

That’s a whole lot scarier.

- Well, we all have our demons.
- Yeah, we do.

But that’s why God created tequila.

Well, I wouldn’t want to insult
the upstairs.

- Or Woman.
- Oh, it’s definitely a man.

Uh, could be a waman.

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