Good morning, Dr. Macy.
Strawberry?
I'm actually allergic to strawberries.
Oh! I'm... I'm sorry, I didn't know.
Well, that's okay. I can look, I just can't
eat.
See you.
Am I missing something?
Hey, Jordan. No, I was just...
Staring out the door. Anything interesting?
Look, Jordan... Jordan.
Hi, Lil.
You know, you should just ask her out and get it over with.
I'm not asking her out.
Garret, have you gotten any recently?
Pardon me? You heard me.
How long has it been?
We are not having this conversation.
So you're frustrated. It's no big deal, you know.
Whether or not I've been getting any lately is none of your business,
and there are more important things to do around here
than discuss my sex life.
Yeah, but they're not as much fun.
Eleven-year-old boy hit by an SUV.
The young ones never get any easier.
The day they do is the day I quit.
You want me to lock this?
Wait.
Tread marks on his clothes.
The tires left skin tears and internal chest injuries.
Cute kid, huh?
Yeah.
The police report said the driver never saw him.
He was walking home in a school band uniform.
Kind of hard to miss, don't you think?
No paint transfer on the body.
Or contusions from the front bumper.
Petechial hemorrhaging could have occurred earlier.
What was his liver temp when we picked him up?
Mid-fifties.
Which would be fine if he'd died a few hours earlier.
He wasn't walking.
He was already on the ground.
That car didn't kill you, did it, pal?
Something else happened.
You were already dead.
Did you know there were 18,000 cases
of clinical depression in Boston last year?
How depressing is that?
Too bad I wasn't here. Could have made it 18,001.
To what do I owe this pleasure, Howie?
As the state psychologist assigned to this purgatory,
I thought the least I could do would be to welcome back one of its lovelier inhabitants.
I'll take that as a compliment.
You take it however you like it if it means I'll get lucky.
Why, Dr. Stiles, are you hitting on me again?
Would you expect anything less?
So, how are the nightmares?
I haven't had one in, uh,
51 days.
But who's counting?
Nothing a quickie and some fresh air wouldn't cure.
I'm available for the first.
You know, your smile says "kidding," but your eyes say something else.
Come on, Jordan, let's finally do this.
Just clean off the desk. Right now. Come on.
Would you stop?
I just ate breakfast.
Well, they say that nausea is a sign of arousal, actually.
All right, let's be serious.
Talk to me. The doctor's in.
I'm fine!
I'm working on a kid right now.
Well, if you change your mind...
How about an end-of-the-day martini?
A little shrink 'n drink. What do you say?
I've gotta work. I'll call you, I promise.
Lack of social skills, an inability to express emotion.
Dr. Cavanaugh, professionally, I'm concerned.
Really?
Concerned and turned on.
Fellas, what do you guys know about the Big Dig?
Well, aside from it being the biggest construction undertaking
in the city's history, it adds 20 minutes to my commute.
And we'll all be worm food by the time they're done. Why?
Well, with progress comes excavation,
with excavation comes discovery. Check this out.
Two city hardhats sat down to take a nap.
They found this. A skeleton?
The remains of not one, but two bodies.
Based on what's left of the puffy shirts they're wearing,
I'm guessing late 18th century.
Or vintage Bay Village.
Boston's tourist buck thrives on this kind of thing.
You give me the who and the when,
the city can profit from the where.
Since this is a little outside of our area of expertise, I wanted to get a little help.
Trey, Bug, say hello to Candace Mclntyre,
history and forensic anthropology grad at BU.
Her department head says she's the best.
Hey, guys, what's up?
My luck, apparently.
I hope you guys are as excited about this as I am.
Oh, excited is definitely an understatement.
The name's Dr. Vijayaraghaven - satyanaryanamurthy.
But you can call me Bug.
Okay, Bug.
Which one of your bodies should we get started working on first?
Hey, you. You know those tissue samples you had tested?
Yeah. You were right.
There were Curschmann spirals in the mucus plugs.
I thought his lungs were hyper-inflated. He had an asthma attack.
Mmm-hmm.
They found him near Mount Auburn, right?
Yeah.
He was probably trying to get to the hospital and collapsed.
What about the police report? Does it say anything about finding an inhaler?
Mmm-mmm. Nothing in his pockets, either.
Some parents just don't take it seriously.
Oh, Dr. Cavanaugh, a Mr. And Mrs. Bishop are on their way in
to ID their son.
Oh, thanks, Lily. Could you have his belongings
brought over to the conference room?
Yeah, you bet.
Thanks.
It's bad enough telling them their son's dead.
This was totally preventable.
Well, you're preaching to the choir, baby. Good luck.
Thanks.
At first we...
We thought he was at a friend's house.
Terry usually walked home from school,
and when he didn't call, we got worried.
I drove around for hours, and finally, I just called the police.
I'm so sorry.
Terry knew how bad his asthma attacks get.
He carried an inhaler.
All the time?
Absolutely. We always made sure he had one in his backpack.
In, uh...
In here?
This is impossible. I put it in here myself.
There wasn't any albuterol in his lungs, either.
Maybe he dropped it, or it fell out, or...
Or maybe this isn't his backpack.
This Sarah Browning, is she a friend of Terry's?
Not that I know of.
Can you think of any reason why he might have her backpack?
So even if he reached for his inhaler...
He never had a chance, did he?
Hey, Lily. Oh, hey.
I didn't see you. I, um...
My health club scale sucks and I don't have one at home,
so I just thought I'd... Mmm.
Dr. Macy. Yeah?
Can I ask you a question?
Sure.
Friday night, I...
I don't have any plans.
So I thought...
Oh, I don't know, we like to talk sometimes,
so I was wondering if maybe you'd... Lily...
Look, you're very sweet.
I feel it would be inappropriate to go out with an employee.
Well, even if it's just for a couple of coldies or something?
I wouldn't tell anybody. Nobody would know.
See, the problem is I'd know.
Right.
Well, I'd better get back to work.
Lily, listen, I'm sorry...
If you look carefully, you'll see where the femur of the decedent
was rubbing into the worn socket of the pelvis.
Arthritis?
Juvenile, probably.
I'm hypothesizing a male,
approximately 25 years of age,
who most likely walked with a limp.
Two bodies, two pistols, two slugs.
Sounds like a bad bar fight to me.
Or how about a duel?
Over what, exactly?
Apparently, the opposite sex.
I found one of these in each of the decedents' jackets.
A hair locket? Oh, how great is that?
A common showing of affection in those days.
And since the hair samples are from the same woman,
I'm guessing that she was diddling both of them.
Oh, shame on her!
Lmagine being so taken by a woman
you'd be willing to die for her.
Hard to believe nowadays.
Not if you watch Jerry Springer.
I actually find it incredibly romantic.
Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength.
And loving someone deeply gives you courage.
I'm impressed, Bug.
Thinkers like yourself are a dying breed.
I speak from the heart.
Sure that's your heart talking?
Come on, you guys!
Follow me.
Hello?
Hi. I have something that belongs to your daughter.
Where's my Sarah?
Look, just put the gun down, okay?
I'm a doctor. I work for the state. I do not have your daughter.
We came home and found the message on our machine.
A hundred thousand dollars.
We don't make that kind of money.
Sarah goes to Saint Mary's on a scholarship.
Why didn't you call the police?
Because he told us we couldn't.
He said he'd kill her if we did.
Mr. Browning, I'd like to help you, but you have to trust me.
You're a doctor.
How can you possibly help?
I think that a boy we picked up last night
was with your daughter when she was taken.
Now, I might be able to find some forensic clues
that could help us find out who took her and where she is.
It's what I do.
And if he calls again?
He knows the banks are already closed.
There's nothing else you can do till morning.
Chloroform?
Yeah, on his lips, too.
So much for what caused the asthma.
Grab the wand for me, will you?
I pulled about two dozen red carpet fibers from the back of his uniform.
Nigel said he'd run them for me on the QT.
But then I found this.
Looks like some kind of ash.
See if you can ballpark the composition.
What do you think happened, Jordan?
I think
Terry was on his way home and someone followed him.
But there are no signs of assault.
What did they want?
Before the asthma attack? I'm guessing about a hundred grand.
The raw emotion of the period is what intrigued me.
I mean, people were willing to die for freedom, for passion.
Behind a veil of petticoats and powdered wigs
was a society that would do anything for love.
And yet it all seemed so proper, so dignified.
And yet so naughty.
Oh, my God.
Hello, Benjamin Hamilton.
Who? The Hamilton shipping fleet.
They practically owned Boston Harbor.
In 1787, their oldest son, who happened to be disabled, vanished.
Benjamin had a business partner,
and supposedly they had a falling out.
Guys,
I think we found him!
For Pete's sake, Jordan. I thought you were a thief!
What were you gonna do, bake me?
Where's Evelyn?
Watching TV upstairs.
She likes game shows. That's all we watch.
You got a minute?
Yeah. What is it?
A murder-kidnapping.
Want pie with that?
Yeah, he never meant to hurt the kid.
He just wanted the cash.
Amateur? Textbook.
The fact that he left him near the hospital means he felt bad, guilty.
What about the girl? Her family has no money. How does she fit in?
Wrong place, wrong time.
She sure picked a heck of a day to let Junior carry her books.
So the kidnapper grabbed both of them,
but by the time he got where he was going...
The boy was dead.
I assume you told the police about all this.
Jeez, Jordan. Come on!
The department has people trained for these situations.
The kidnappers said no cops.
I promised the parents.
This is some mess you got yourself into, Jordan.
What, do you think you're just gonna go find the guy on your own?
No, I kind of figured you'd help me.
Well, you figured wrong. I'm not on the force anymore.
It's not like I can run around playing cops and robbers.
Forget it.
Fine. I'll handle it myself.
Good. Yeah, I've got contacts in the department.
The kidnapper left his demands on their answering machine.
Sounds like a real brain trust.
I'll have McCormick analyze the tape.
McCormick! That idiot?
You got a better idea?
Well, if you're gonna call in an audio expert, you call in Barney Reynolds.
Oh, for crying out loud, Jordan.
You're in way over your head on this one.
Then help me!
Help you with what, Jordan?
Evelyn!
Hi. Hi.
Jordan just needed some help on something.
Oh.
Anything I can do?
Oh, I don't think so.
But thanks for the offer.
Why don't you try me?
Might be surprised.
Honey, really, it's fine.
It's a case I'm working on, Evelyn, involving a missing girl.
Look, I don't want to cause any trouble here.
I just really need his help.
That little girl really needs his help.
If anybody can find your daughter, it's Detective Reynolds.
Hey, I'm listening here, okay?
Floorboards are creaking. No...
No, it's termites.
I'm retired, but I still pick up a little action on the side.
Mostly wives trying to catch their husbands cheating,
but occasionally something comes along, get to flex the old muscles.
So, here's the message as it was originally recorded.
Now, I want you to note the fluctuations in white noise,
and also this barely audible metallic scratching,
and the kidnapper's voice.
He's nervous. His tone is almost panicked, okay?
If you want to see your daughter alive, it'll cost you 100,000.
Don't call the cops. Don't be stupid.
Just do what I say and she's yours.
Enough to work with?
If he's breathing, it's enough.
Let's see just what we can hear.
If you want to see your daughter alive, it'll cost you 100,000.
Don't call the cops. Don't be stupid.
Just do what I say and she's yours.
Obviously, he's on a cell phone,
so you can trace the mobile signal
to pinpoint his exact location.
If you want to see your daughter alive, it'll cost you 100,000.
Wait.
Don't call the cops. Don't be stupid.
See, this echo tells me that he's in some kind of truck.
...it'll cost you 100,000. This metallic sound...
Don't call the cops. Don't be stupid.
See, this is so complex.
It's metal against metal.
But I'm also picking up some kind of
Don't call the cops. Don't be stupid.
Plastic rustling.
Do what I say and she's yours.
Hangers. A delivery truck would work, maybe.
Like a dry cleaner?
I found traces of cleaning fluid in Terry Bishop's sinuses.
Let's call the boy's parents.
Find out what cleaners they sent their son's clothes to.
If the kidnapper works there
and he's been paying attention,
he knows a lot about the Bishops.
How they dress, the kind of car they drive,
the type of neighborhood they live in,
or where their son went to school.
You look good.
Well, you ought to know. You've seen me at my worst.
Still living alone? Yeah.
Happy?
As can be expected.
Sleeping?
Like a rock.
Depressed?
About what?
Well, I don't know, anything. Life, love, public transportation.
Nope. Happy as a clam.
You know, I've never understood that.
Are clams happy?
Why are we talking about shellfish?
Can we just get this over with, please?
You know I have to do this every few months.
I mean, it's my job to find out if you're...
I'm not unstable and unraveling. I've heard that before.
You want the answers you always get?
Yes, I'll get some rest. No, I won't work too much overtime.
And yeah, I'll spend more time with my kid.
Now can we get something to eat? I'm starving.
How about one of those grinders you're always telling me about?
Sounds good. Fandozzi's.
Sausage and peppers.
Question.
Yeah.
Are you seeing anyone?
Not at the moment. Why?
Interested in anybody?
Howard, what are you getting at?
Well, I noticed the way you looked at that woman.
Do you ever, uh,
fantasize about your co-workers?
No.
Well, it was just an observation.
Listen to me. I check my hormones at the door.
And anybody who says otherwise does not know me professionally. Is that clear?
It was merely a question.
It was an insulting question.
Well, I'm sorry.
Fine! You want to go?
Well, not until you're calm and...
I'm calm.
Boy, then I must be comatose!
Look, if you've been a little preoccupied lately, or a little distracted,
you have every reason to be.
And why is that?
Well, look what you've been through!
Your mother's death,
and the divorce...
I'll bet you probably haven't had sex in ages.
All right, that's it. I'm done.
Garret! Doctor!
Do you know what it's like to do this job, to have this life,
and not have anyone to...
This session's over.
Don't be so hard on yourself.
You're human.
Live a little.
Jordan, you remember what we said. If there's any danger,
we call the police.
It's a van full of laundry. How dangerous can it be?
Hang on. I'm not ready.
Now I'm ready.
Evelyn know you're still packing heat?
Man's gotta have a few secrets, right?
Dad, somebody's inside.
Think he still wants the money?
Limited blood loss.
Red carpet matches fibers I found on Terry Bishop's uniform.
This is the van, but he wasn't killed here. Someone planted him.
If this is your kidnapper, Jordan, where's your girl?
You're gonna do an autopsy now? In the parking lot?
You're very jittery. Are you eating chocolate again?
Jordan, how do you plan on explaining this?
What's to explain? I'm not gonna slice and dice the guy.
I just need some trace evidence. It might help.
Or you might contaminate the whole crime scene.
Jordan, make the call.
I'd be doing this anyway, you know.
Homicide, please.
Yeah, it's Cavanaugh from the M.E.'s Office.
Are Detectives Young and Petrie working tonight?
Oh, thanks. They're on break.
Hey, guys. It's Jordan.
I stumbled onto something at a cleaner's on Beacon Street.
Could you call me, please? Thanks.
Satisfied?
You didn't leave your number.
I hate when I do that.
Look, I'll try again later! Just make yourself useful.
No signs of blood on the wheel or the door handles.
Seat's back further than this guy would normally sit.
Meaning somebody else drove.
This guy definitely put up a fight.
Bruising on the face, knuckles, possible skin under the nails.
I'm guessing he's been dead three to four hours.
Look at this!
Soot?
I don't know, but it was on the Bishop boy, too.
Gloria's running it right now.
Check out his eyes.
The killer fights dirty. Eye gouges, thumbs on the eyelids.
Ouch.
Could you open that, please?
What you got?
I love an eye fighter when the victim wears contacts.
With any luck, we'll get a decent thumbprint off that.
What?
You're good.
Well, I learned from the best.
You do work here, right?
Work, live, probably die of old age. Why?
Then tell me, why are we sneaking around
like a couple of small-time crooks?
Because this is an unofficial investigation.
You just autopsied a guy in a van
and now you're worried?
Look, I just don't want anybody asking questions.
Hopefully, we'll get a clean print off this.
Nice work, darling.
I won't be able to run victim or suspect
until the computer room opens in the morning.
Can you call in a favor?
Might take a while.
Do we have a choice?
Jordan.
Little late for a family tour, isn't it?
And I thought I was an insomniac.
Evening, Max.
It's not that I don't enjoy seeing you,
but what the hell are you two doing here?
I can't tell you.
Okay.
I mean, I'd like to tell you,
Okay.
But I can't. Jordan, tell him.
Tell him?
Garret, you remember that boy versus SUV that you handed me this morning?
Sweetheart, please, I...
No, this is not working.
Fine, if you're gonna be that way, but I can't talk about it now.
No... No! I can't. I'll call you later.
It's about Jordan...
Evelyn, it's not about Jordan, it's about me.
We'll talk about it when I get home.
You okay?
I've felt better.
Well,
for what it's worth,
you seem like the old you again.
Tired and frazzled?
Like you're alive.
Like I'm doing what I love.
I wish Evelyn could see that.
Hi.
Morning, Doctor.
So, you have a minute? Oh, well, I'm kind of busy.
We got four admits last night, so...
Lily.
Dr. Macy, about yesterday...
I owe you a big apology.
The reason I turned you down was I was afraid.
I mean, it's been a long time since I felt this way about anyone, and...
I really would like to go out with you.
I know it's short notice, but if you don't have any plans for tonight,
I'd love to grab that drink.
Sure! I mean, yes.
When?
I don't know, 8:00? Could leave from here.
Great! Okay, then. Great.
It's great. Yeah.
The nicks in both rib cages give us the precise location
of where the bullets entered the torso,
and it looks like they were both shot in the back.
How's that possible?
Did you check the pistols?
Excuse me?
Three to one they were never fired, love.
It was their seconds. Duelers always had them,
most often servants who held their boss's belongings during a fight to the death.
Their seconds probably saw the duel as an opportunity,
buried their employers,
and disappeared with whatever valuables they could steal.
Wow. And how exactly did you put that together?
Yes, Encyclopedia Brown, how?
Officer Candidate School.
History of Europe's upper class.
They were always killing each other over one thing or another.
Nigel.
Candace.
Call me Nige.
Okay.
All is fair in love and war.
Our guy's name is Tommy Hughes, a local bottom-feeder.
Three years for armed robbery,
but got out early on good behavior 21 months ago.
By all accounts he's been living clean since then.
Yeah, with one minor slip-up.
Our killer's another story. Guy's name is George Lupo.
He was Tommy's partner on the robbery bust.
He's got a record a mile long. He's dangerous, Jordan.
Not like Hughes.
So when did he get involved?
My guess, when the boy died, Hughes panicked
and turned to his pal for advice.
But Lupo got greedy.
Hughes was useless to him. He already had the girl.
So he took matters into his own hands.
Listen to me, both of you.
A monster like this doesn't let people go.
The minute he gets the money, he'll kill her.
There's gotta be something else we can do!
You've done what you could, Jordan.
Call the Feds.
They're all this little girl's got left.
He's right.
So you have known about this since yesterday?
The Brownings said no police.
Withholding information, contaminating a crime scene.
How many laws were you planning to break, Doctor?
I didn't want to jeopardize the situation.
Jeopardize?
So instead of contacting us, you paid a visit to the retirement home?
Oh, don't hold back on my account, Meakes.
And by the way, nice to see you, too.
Under other circumstances, Max, I might feel differently.
Jordan needed some advice. She did what she thought was right.
So poor judgment runs in the family, I guess.
Guys, if you want to discuss old times, maybe we should take it outside.
Here we go.
All right, Mr. Browning...
Should I answer it?
Nice and calm.
Trace is up.
Hello?
Listen carefully. Put the 100,000 in a brown paper bag.
Put the bag in an empty sleigh on the Children's Park carousel at noon today,
then leave immediately.
No cops, no tricks, or you'll never see your daughter again.
Wait. Please let me talk to her.
All right, let's get a unit over there, fast!
Are you okay?
I'll be better when this is over.
These guys are the best. You'll see.
Suspect has the package. He's exiting the park.
Position one, leave your post and intercept north. Let's shut him down.
Right, let's get him! Go! Let's go!
Oh, my God!
Sarah! Where's Sarah?
Sarah!
Where's my daughter?
What did you do to her? Where is she?
Let's get this guy to the morgue.
Garret, guys, I need you.
What's going on? Oh, long story.
Right now, I just need some answers.
To what? Body that's just coming in?
I need you guys to tell me where this guy's been for the last 24 hours.
Under analysis,
the hair fibers from Mr. Lupo's clothes aren't human.
Can you confirm a match?
Canine. So big deal, the guy has a dog.
These hairs are burned.
The ash we found on the boy matches Hughes' and Lupo's shoes.
It says here 98º/º organic with high traces of bone matter.
Cremated ashes?
Yeah, looks like.
Chloroform, dog hair, ashes. Where are you guys taking me?
Cons get some pretty lousy jobs when they're released.
How much you wanna bet this guy worked at an animal shelter?
I'll check his record. No time.
There's only one place in town with the facilities we're looking for.
Clear!
Sarah? Sarah?
Stay with the Brownings.
Sarah, can you hear me?
Sarah!
Can we get this open?
Cut it!
Sarah!
Oh, granted, history interests me,
but what makes people tick,
what they're willing to die for,
that's what I find truly fascinating.
Hence your knowledge of dueling.
Oh, dueling's just one small part of it.
I'm talking about chivalry in general,
the complicated game of cat and mouse between man and woman.
Do you have lunch plans? I'd really love to continue chatting.
Well, there's a nifty little tapas bar right around the corner.
Okay. Thanks!
Did you hear that?
Guy's got the touch.
It's gotta be the accent.
That boy can shovel it with the best of them.
You know what's really amazing?
My tie?
Besides that.
I got to do something today that I've never been able to do before.
I told a kid's parents that their child was alive.
How great is that?
Not bad for a Medical Examiner.
Interested in that drink tonight?
Oh, Howie, you know I can't.
No funny business. Just a few bad jokes
and a ride home in a dirty Plymouth
with fast-food wrappers on the back seat.
Sounds exciting!
Well, it's how I snagged my first wife.
Are you beepable?
Hmm!
I just have to go somewhere first.
I'll keep it on vibrate.
Wow.
Am I early? I can come back.
No, no, no, you're fine. Really.
Do I look okay?
I mean, did I overdress?
I did, didn't I? I can go change if...
No, this is...
I thought we could start with dinner at my favorite Italian restaurant.
They do this calamari that is...
Do you eat squid?
I would try it.
You'll like it.
Then there's this little club that I know...
And you like jazz, right?
Are you kidding me? Yeah...
I...
Go ahead. You have to.
Yes, Macy.
Where?
Okay.
It's bad news, huh?
Pileup on the Interstate, three fatalities. Lily, I am so sorry.
It's all right. It's fine.
No, it's not. It's not.
Maybe if I could finish quickly, I can...
Can I come with you?
You want to go to the... Takes a while to get there, right? We could...
We can talk.
I just want to spend time with you.
Let's go.
Hello?
Anybody home? It's me.
Jeez!
What are you trying to do, save electricity again?
Sorry.
You okay?
I mean, I thought you and I had a pretty good day today.
Evelyn went to visit her kids.
Said she expects an answer when she gets back.
And, uh,
what's that answer gonna be?
I don't know.
Listen, I was gonna go have a drink with someone tonight.
No, I don't feel like it.
How's about I whip up a nice marinara?
Maybe it's better I'm alone.
Come on! Lt'll be just like old times!