No. No.
Nice going.
What? Like this is my fault?
Yeah, you and Jimmy Olsen here violated his home,
spoiled his safe haven, his holy ground, and all without a warrant.
Impressive.
You want to at least try to disguise your contempt, Haley?
Not really.
You'd think a professional behaviorist might be a little more sensitive,
considering a girl died in my arms eight hours ago
and I have spent every damn second since trying to help you by describing,
multiple times, by the way, every little detail that I saw.
You'd think after all this time together, you might know the slightest thing about me.
You're right, I'm sorry.
I will tell you one thing about you.
Oh, bring it on, G- man.
You're cranky when you haven't slept.
Your boyfriend's got brass ones.
Hey, you. This is a federal crime scene. Get the hell out of here.
You might want to check a little something called free press.
Yeah, it's under the First Amendment.
Get out of here before I have you arrested! Go on, get out of here!
Yeah, it'd be a different story
if you weren't wearing that badge, pal.
Let me guess, you moonlight as the FBI's goodwill ambassador.
He's gonna get somebody killed.
I need your list.
Wedding guests? Oh.
I figure we can cram 14 into the M.E.'s lounge,
and that's not including musicians.
Musicians?
My herbalist Leo plays sitar.
His Ave Maria will break your heart.
Oh, that's lovely.
Morning, people.
Before I get into individual case assignments,
I have an announcement that concerns the entire staff.
For those who haven't heard,
Dr. Yakura has resigned her post as Chief Medical Examiner.
Sweet. Yes!
Someone finally dropped a house on her.
That's enough of that. Dr. Yakura served this office honorably.
She deserves our respect and gratitude.
Yeah, no one's more grateful she's leaving than I am, mate.
As of today, I'll be taking over as Chief Medical Examiner.
Woo! Yes!
Garret.
Thank you. Thank you.
There's one more item.
As you all know, office policy prohibits the use of this facility
for personal business. That includes rituals or ceremonies of any kind.
This is a morgue. It's not a bed and breakfast.
Is that clear?
I'll bet you thought you'd never miss Yakura.
Okay, moving on.
Whoa, whoa. Not so fast.
That's Yakura's chair.
If you're gonna be the king, Dr. Macy, you gotta have a throne.
That's Dr. Yakura's chair.
$4700 worth of morgue property.
She spent $4700 on that thing?
That's a lot of chair.
She definitely scratched him.
But just barely.
There's more skin than blood.
Enough to get DNA?
I don't know. Maybe.
You want to bag that swab, Doctor?
I'll run it over to our lab.
It's okay. He's cool, Bug.
Just so long as he's not cooler than me.
Stomach contents, anyone?
So I'm guessing the poor girl's last supper was at a restaurant.
White wine, goat cheese salad and mystery meat.
That narrows it down to about 500 places in Boston.
Why must they always be skeptics?
You ever taken biology, Agent Haley?
My doctorate was in Abnormal Psychology.
'Course it was.
It's definitely organic. Some kind of poultry? Chicken, maybe?
Incorrect, love. Actually, it only tastes like chicken.
I took the liberty of testing for species.
What we're looking at is actually amphibian meat.
Frog's legs.
Ribbit.
Dr. Macy?
Yeah, Lily.
I think "Ms. Lebowski" might be more appropriate.
Okay, Ms. Lebowski, yeah. What can I do for you?
These requisitions need to be signed.
Okay, thanks.
You're welcome.
Was there something else?
Aren't you gonna sign them?
Once I've read them, yeah.
Dr. Yakura just signs them.
Well, I'm not Dr. Yakura. I actually read things before I put my signature on them.
It's just some requisitions.
There's no such thing as "just," Ms. Lebowski.
It's lax management and bureaucratic loopholes
that lead to $5000 chairs ending up on the taxpayers' tab.
Those days are over.
I will not sacrifice quality for speed.
Okay.
So once they're signed, I'll give you a call.
What?
I know why you're standing in the way of this wedding.
I'm not standing in the way of anything.
If you want to treat marriage as some big joke, be my guest.
But the Medical Examiner's Office is not gonna be party to a green card wedding.
So this is about the Medical Examiner's Office?
That's all this is about.
Look.
If you're waiting for me to beat on the glass of the chapel
and start screaming "Elaine," it's not gonna happen.
What?
You see? There you go.
We don't even share the same set of cultural references,
and yet you seem to think that we're some kind of soul mates.
I... I thought...
You thought what, Lily?
That I was gonna rescue you from yourself at the last minute?
Well, I got a news flash. I'm not.
You and Nigel want to get married and have a big laugh
at Immigration's expense, go ahead.
Just don't expect me to crash the party.
Just call me when you've signed the forms.
I will.
You should let me take you home.
You should stop treating me like a tag-along.
Hey, easy, tough guy. I'm just saying you need some sleep.
When was the last time you slept?
Point taken.
This is the last restaurant on the list that serves frog legs.
If no one recognizes Chloe, then I'll sleep. Deal?
Deal.
Excuse me, ma'am.
Oh, we're not open for another hour.
Actually, we're not hungry.
We were wondering if you could help us.
Do you recognize this girl? She might have been here last night.
Oh, I don't know.
Maybe. I work 20 tables a night.
I'm not keeping track of who's sitting with who.
We're not getting anywhere. This trail's getting cold.
I don't think so. Haley.
Stained glass lilies.
He was watching her.
Could've let yourself in. The lock's busted.
When's the last time someone occupied this place?
Tenant died about a month ago. It's been empty since then.
Thought I heard somebody moving around up here the last couple of days,
but, hey, they don't pay me enough to work security.
Who was the tenant?
Old lady. Lived here 34 years.
Croaked right in this easy chair.
Nobody even knew for three weeks.
If it wasn't for the stink, I never would've found her.
Probably why I can't rent this damn place.
Still smell her.
She have any family?
A son somewhere. He never visited.
Hey, Haley, check this out.
That's a little tight for a body.
An adult, maybe.
Not a little boy.
Oh, my God.
Someone locked him up in here when he was a kid.
His mother.
And now he's back.
There's no place like home.
Okay, so Mommy's name was Marcy Gallow.
She was never married, but there was a birth certificate
for a son, Daniel. No middle name.
Gee, I thought these guys always had three names.
Yeah, well, this kid was in and out of institutions most of his childhood.
The paper trail in Boston goes cold at age 12.
I'm going back to the office to see what I can find.
Okay, I'm coming with you.
No, my friend. You're gonna get some sleep.
Look, your work is finished here.
Wait, wait, wait.
The manager said she died a month ago, right?
Yeah, so?
So, she died here in the apartment.
That means she would've had an autopsy.
There's got to be some paperwork at the morgue.
All right, you go do your thing.
But if you find anything, and I mean anything, Jordan,
you're gonna call me in my hotel. You got that?
Sure. No, I mean it.
Yeah, I mean it, too. You're gonna call me.
Yeah.
If I find anything.
I've been waiting here two hours.
Where in the hell you been?
Off the record? Yeah, right.
Then I was at the movies.
Come on, you gotta give me something.
You know, if it wasn't for me, you never would have found that trailer.
If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have been attacked by a raging psychopath.
I spent six hours getting grilled by the FBI, by the way.
Where the hell were you?
Running background on Haley.
Ace profiler or no?
Guy's a hack.
We've been two steps ahead of this guy
ever since he and his Bruno Maglis first set foot in Boston.
That's the most interesting angle you could find? Haley?
Need I remind you there's a serial killer out there?
Oh, baby.
What?
That is so cute.
You're actually sweet on this guy.
I am so not.
Yeah.
Presence of 90º/º occlusion of the right coronary artery
near the atrioventricular node is consistent with...
Uh...
There's scarring to the ventricular septum distal to the mitral valve...
I'm just saying I can't believe he chose you over me.
Not only am I the best man,
I'm the best man to be the best man.
I was almost the bride. I think that gives me the inside track.
Yeah, flower girl is still wide open.
Oh, there you are. All right, chaps, here's the plan.
We'll have it at my place, all right?
What? With the weird roomie and all those cats?
What could it possibly matter?
You want to explain why you made Trey your best man instead of me?
For the love of... Who cares?
I do.
This is a sham wedding for a green card.
Suddenly, everyone's Martha bloody Stewart?
I just think we should try to respect the institution of marriage.
Yeah, well, you're gonna put me in the institution soon, sweetheart.
I think we should do it in City Hall.
No. I mean, once you add the rental,
the justice of the peace, we're talking at least two grand.
Look, I'll tell you what, love.
We'll have me mate with the garbage scow do the wedding,
I'll lock the cats in the bathroom,
and I'll buy you a 20-ounce porterhouse to celebrate. Deal?
Garbage scow?
Ship's captain. Brilliant, eh?
So, what do you say,
oh blushing bride of mine?
Sounds great.
Here it is. Marcy Gallow.
You were right. She came through here five weeks ago.
Dr. Macy ruled it natural causes.
Who signed her out?
Jennine Gallow.
Says here she's the decedent's sister.
We got a street address?
Yes. I'll write that down for you.
What's up? Well, I don't know yet.
But I'm gonna find out. Thanks, Em.
Hi. I'm looking for Jennine Gallow.
Well, it's Burke now. Can I help you?
Yeah, my name is Jordan Cavanaugh.
I'm from the Medical Examiner's Office.
I'm just following up on some paperwork from a couple months ago.
You signed out the remains of your sister Marcy?
That's right.
And she had a son named Daniel?
Exactly what kind of follow-up is this?
It's just routine. I'm sorry, I can't help you.
Tell me, how was it your sister had a son, yet she never gave birth?
Her postmortem x-rays. She was infertile.
I don't know what you're talking about.
You're her sister, right?
How could you not know about that?
Look.
I don't want any trouble.
I'm not here to cause you any trouble.
I have a husband. I've got a family.
I'm just looking for the truth.
Who gave birth to her son?
I did.
Danny was my son.
I was 15 years old.
Raising a child would have ruined my life.
Marcy was much older and she couldn't have children.
She promised she'd take care of him,
that I wouldn't have anything to worry about.
Do you know what she did to him? How she treated him?
Look,
Marcy was not a bad person.
She was a free spirit.
She was just trying to make money the best way she could.
And those men never touched a hair on that boy's head.
She was a prostitute.
She promised me she'd take care of him.
What was I supposed to do?
Does Daniel know you're his mom?
Okay.
Thanks for your help.
Daniel...
He's okay, isn't he?
He hasn't done anything wrong, has he?
Again.
Classic. The Big Dig knock out the power again?
Relax, count to six, the generator'll kick in.
Five, four, three, two, one...
Generator didn't kick in.
Lily, you want to call Maintenance and find out why?
I know why. It's broken.
It's been down since the last power outage.
And the reason it wasn't fixed was...
Technically, it's your fault.
The repair order was in that stack of papers
that you refused to sign until you read the fine print.
All right, get them on the phone for me.
It's closed until 9:00 am.
Wait.
What's that noise?
Lumbar massage.
But if the power's out, how...
Well, it has an auxiliary battery in it.
Must be nice.
Who is it?
Jordan.
He's burying his mother.
Evening, Jordan.
That's why he dyes their hair, draws on the beauty mark. Why he buries them alive.
Yes, we know that. He's punishing his mother for locking him in that box.
Marcy Gallow wasn't his mother.
Get in here.
I thought I told you to call me.
I was following a lead.
"Following a lead"?
Would you listen to yourself?
That girl died because of me.
No, no. That girl died in spite of you.
You are not to blame for this.
You want to point the finger?
Start with the woman pretending to be his mother.
She sure did a number on him.
Nine times out of 10, it's got something to do with Mom.
Tell me about it.
What?
I don't know, there just seemed to be something more to that sentence.
Don't you have enough people to profile without adding me to that list?
Well, I can guarantee you that keeping it inside doesn't help.
Sometimes, talking about it...
So now we're gonna play "you show me yours, I'll show you mine"?
You gotta trust somebody.
I don't think so.
You got something to drink in there?
It's a twist-off.
Oh.
Tell me about your mother, Jordan.
I'd just turned 10 a week earlier.
I was wearing the new shoes I got for my birthday.
Shoes my mom gave me.
The principal came into the classroom right before lunch.
There was a uniformed officer with him.
I knew he was there for me. My dad was a cop.
I just knew something had happened to him.
Mommy! Daddy!
The house was filled with people.
It was crazy.
And quiet.
Too quiet for that many people.
I remember the color most of all.
It was more than red.
I remember thinking, "There's no other color like this. "
That's what I was thinking.
Let go of me! What's the matter with you?
Then I saw my dad.
He was mad, yelling.
Yelling at his friends.
What do you think you're doing? Let go of me!
He told me later that he hit a policeman
because they wouldn't let him see her.
Jordan!
Man, was he pissed.
I'd never seen him that mad before.
Then he saw me.
Jordan! Jordan, it's all right!
Daddy! Jordan!
That's my daughter. Where you taking her?
Grandma's outside. Jordan!
Daddy! Jordan!
I don't really remember much after that.
I'm sorry.
Jordan, I...
I can't do this.
You're right. This isn't gonna help.
It's not about that.
There are things that happened to me.
Things that I wish I could tell you about, and I can't.
Sorry to bother you, Dr. Macy, but you are the man now.
Don't remind me. So, what's up?
With no electricity to operate the cooling system,
the crypt gets warmer every time we open the door.
Great.
It's five degrees too warm in here.
Told you.
Let's keep the drawers closed, keep in the cold.
Also, take one of the vans.
There's a 24-hour liquor distributor off Winthrop Square.
Don't you think we ought to take care of this generator thing
before we start drinking?
Oh, and get some dry ice for any new bodies
that come in and we can't store in the wall.
We don't want to be up to our asses in decomps.
That's an image. I'm out.
Help me!
Help! Help me!
Oh, my God!
It's not your generator, it's your wiring.
Straight out of the Stone Age.
Out of the Aluminum Age, to be more exact.
Well, why does the rest of the building still have power?
Because the rest of the building upgraded to copper wiring
when I told them to.
I told Dr. Yakura to upgrade, but...
Yeah, but she didn't. Okay. Nope.
All I would've had to do was replace a panel or two, but now...
It's a whole new ball game.
Well, how much?
Oh, 24, 25.
Thousand?
Look, what can I tell you? Should've signed the paperwork.
No, I'm sure Dr. Yakura was the model of efficiency.
You're kidding, right?
Why do you think the damn thing's still broke?
I know that we're not always the fastest at responding to a call,
but maybe you and I can work out a little arrangement,
you know, so that there's no problems in the future.
Are you talking about a bribe?
Whoa! You said that.
Because I don't do business that way,
and I resent the implication.
Well, fine.
Like I said, you pay that bill, we get you back online, hmm?
Oh,
have a nice day
in the dark.
Finally. You took your sweet-ass time getting here.
Whoa, you might wanna think about easing off the caffeine, killer.
Hey, what'd you find out?
Your pal's a regular Walter Mitty.
Drew Haley didn't exist until four years ago.
He changed his name?
But didn't cover his tracks too well.
Drew Haley was formerly known as Dr. Mark Ellis.
A behavioral psychologist working with the criminally insane,
diagnosing and rehabbing severe psychotics.
They said he was the best.
"An almost supernatural judge of the abnormal human psyche," and I am quoting here.
Check it out. Ellis has got it all going on.
Unimpeachable rep, beautiful family, whole nine.
Then one night he comes home, hears crying upstairs.
Walks into the bathroom, finds his wife.
She drowned their son in the bathtub.
You're kidding.
No.
Why? Who knows?
The point is, this guy Ellis lost it,
disappeared, and was reborn as Special Agent Drew Haley.
It was right there in his own house
and he didn't even see it.
Is this Dr. Mark Ellis?
Yeah.
Was he raised here in Boston?
No, that's all I could find out.
The trail gets real murky about 20 years back, so...
What, no goodbye? Come on, at least give me a thank you.
Hey, Dad, it's me.
If you're checking your messages, could you please call me back?
I really need your help with something. Thanks.
Dr. Cavanaugh.
Jeez!
Emmy, I'm sorry. I'm just a little jumpy today.
Oh, yeah. It's okay.
These are for you. They're messages from an Agent Haley.
He said it was really important,
so I told him to try you at home, but I guess you'd already left.
You gave him my home number?
Did I do something wrong?
No.
Emmy, it's all right. Don't worry about it.
Oh.
Who is it?
It's me. You got a minute?
I guess.
Dr. Macy, you scared me half to death.
Sorry.
You need a hand with that?
Sure.
There you go.
Thank you.
My mom loaned me her wedding dress.
I told her it was just a transaction, but she's old-fashioned.
Hmm.
You look beautiful.
I guess it's... It's good luck, anyway.
I'm sure it is.
Well, I better be going.
I don't want to leave old Nigel at the altar.
Ms. Lebowski...
Oh.
I think Lily's okay.
The wedding's off.
We already had this discussion.
I gotta go.
I got Nigel off the hook with the INS.
You? How...
Well, let's just say that his review was vastly improved.
They're not gonna deport him because
he's now become one of my most valuable employees.
Well, that was a very decent thing of you to do.
I... I hope he appreciates that.
I didn't do it just for him.
Hey, Jordan. Oh!
I didn't see you there.
I saw you sleeping on the couch. I didn't want to wake you.
Oh. I was just on my way to the bathroom. What are you doing here?
I've been leaving you messages all day long.
Yeah, look, I'm really sorry about bailing on you this morning.
I do everything hit and run.
It's not one of my best traits.
Yeah. Well, look, something's been bothering me
and I realized after last night that, well, I...
I need to come clean with you.
I owe you that much. You don't owe me anything.
Hey, I know you had me checked out.
Why do you say that?
Because any time anyone does an Internet search on an agent,
a red flag goes up in Quantico. They traced it back here.
Now, we need to talk. And it's this case.
I don't know... I probably... You really don't have to.
Wait, wait, listen to me.
You were gonna find out sooner or later.
Digger's not a stranger to me.
Jordan. Jordan.
Jordan, what are you doing?
Jordan, what are you... What are you doing?
Jordan, what are you doing?
I found the tapes!
What tapes? Yeah, I heard them.
You what? Jordan. Oh, come on, you've got to be smarter than that.
That's what I've been trying to tell you.
I've been in contact with Digger!
What?
Yeah, he sent me those tapes!
He taunts me. He led me here to Boston.
So why'd you keep it from me?
Because you are a medical examiner, not a federal agent!
You are on a need-to-know basis!
Now, look, I'm sorry. Maybe I should have told you, but you have got to trust me now.
Oh, yeah, why's that?
Because he sent me this.
He is coming after you. Now, get the hell out of there and let me explain...
Hey!
Put her down!
Damn it!
No. No.
No.
I've got agents and police at every cemetery in Boston.
Well, he needs a fresh grave,
and he probably hasn't had time to dig one himself.
Have you called the mortuaries to find who's got funerals tomorrow and where?
We're on it. I've got choppers in the air looking for the coroner's stolen van.
Hello. That's right.
Revere and Claremont. We're on the way.
They spotted the van. Near Mount Charles Cemetery.
I'm going with you. Now, look, this is a federal matter.
I said I'm going with you.
I know you can hear me.
Answer me.
I know what happened to you, Daniel.
I know about the window seat. I know what she did to you.
I'm not going to scream for you.
I am not going to beg.
Danny, what, I'm supposed to be your mother, is that it?
And I'm supposed to suffer the way you suffered, right?
All right.
I never meant to hurt you, Daniel.
I put you in there to protect you.
To keep you from seeing things that you wouldn't understand.
I loved you, that's why I did it.
Please forgive me.
Daniel.
Daniel, I've got a secret.
I can tell you a secret. You want to hear a secret?
The woman who put you in that box,
she wasn't your real mother.
Your Aunt Jennine, she was your real mother.
Think about it.
Deep down, you know it's true.
Daniel?
Daniel, don't leave.
Daniel!
Everyone quiet. Turn off those engines.
Help me.
Fan out!
This way, guys.
Help me!
Jordan! Jordan!
Everybody listen.
Help!
There! There! Get some shovels!
Get in here!
Help me.
Move it! Hurry up.
Get down.
Get it open, come on!
Get oxygen ready!
Get her up! Found her!
Come on, get her up here.
Hang on.
Move back, guys. Got it?
Agent Haley, they lost the van and the choppers can't pick it up.
Just breathe. Just breathe, Jordan. Breathe. Take it easy. Just breathe.
I know where he is.
You two, back in the car.
Put the weapon down, ma'am.
That's right.
He's alive. Paramedics.
Daniel.
Don't...
Don't let them bury me.
Let's get out of here.
Listen, thank you for the adventure, Agent Haley.
Next time you're in town, do me a favor and don't look us up, all right?
I'll try not to.
You gonna be okay tonight? Do you want a ride home?
Yeah, actually, I think that's a good idea.
I'll get my stuff. Okay.
Does that go for you, too?
What, about looking me up?
Yeah.
No.
But try to make it a social call next time.
That was a very interesting tactic you used tonight.
Telling him about his real mother.
Stupid, but interesting.
I was improvising.
I was buried alive.
Might want to cut me some slack.
I wish...
I wish that hadn't happened to you.
Yeah, I know.
And I'm sorry I, uh...
Thought you were a killer.
Oh, that. Don't worry about that. That happens to me all the time.
Well...
Well, goodbye, Jordan.
Goodbye.
Haley?
I'm sorry.
About what happened to your son.