Hello?
No, she's sleeping.
Hold on.
It's for you.
Garret somebody.
Yeah.
Hello.
Oh, nobody.
So what's up?
Yeah, I can be there in 15 minutes. I know where it is.
Okay, see you.
So.
We had sex last night.
Sure looks that way.
Okay! I gotta go.
You mind if I wait here till you get back?
Sure.
Work, huh?
Bank robbery. Couple people were killed.
Great way to start your day.
Yeah, well, that's why they pay me the big bucks.
Aw.
Morning, Jordan.
Sleep well?
Yeah, fine.
Roommate sounded nice.
Though I don't remember you mentioning you had a roommate.
Are you teasing me, Garret?
Of course not.
I'm your boss. It would be inappropriate for me to tease you.
Yes, it would.
Besides, it's really none of my business.
That's right, it isn't.
Hey, there. Hi. How are you?
You guys are the medical examiners, right?
I'm Dr. Macy. This is Dr. Cavanaugh.
I'm Detective Hoyt.
You know what? Let's just can all the "Detective" and "Doctor" stuff, all right?
You can just call me Woody.
Ah. So, where you from there, Woody?
Just transferred from Kewaunee, Wisconsin.
Little slow there, so I figured
I'd move to the big city once I got my shield.
What was it that gave me away?
Was it the Wisconsin accent, there, you know?
No, no. Actually, it was the tie.
Yeah.
So what do we got?
Okay, two heavily armed suspects
entered the bank just a few shakes after it opened this morning,
disarmed the guard,
and got roughly $8,000 from the cash drawers.
Were the tellers able to drop a dye pack in?
Yes. Yes, they did.
One of the new fluorescent kind.
When it goes off, the robber doesn't know it,
but the cash still gets marked.
So how did the shooting start?
Well, depends who you ask.
Witnesses say that the guard pulled an ankle gun, got a shot off,
poor woman got shot.
The guard took one in the shoulder.
Any security video?
Yeah the feed goes to a lockbox off premises.
The manager's gonna bring it by the precinct later.
Looks like she got caught in the crossfire.
Wrong place, wrong time.
Looks like the guard got off a lucky shot. Full body armor.
Bullet passed through the right side of the neck.
I left the mask on. I didn't want to touch the body.
Wouldn't want you folks getting upset.
The other robber was wearing a Bush mask.
George, Sr., that is.
Looks like Bill was the unlucky one.
Not Bill.
Not Bill?
Hillary.
I mean, he just shows up with a bottle of wine.
"Hi, I'm Tyler, and I'm ruggedly handsome,
"and I thought I'd just drop by on my way back to LA."
Next thing you know, my pants are gone.
When I said this really wasn't any of my business, what I meant to say...
No, it's actually the best situation, though.
I mean, the guy's only passing through.
I'm an adult.
If I want to have casual sex, that's my God-given right, right?
This is a conversation you should be having with one of your girlfriends.
Sure, I'll invite the book club over
so we can discuss it while we're doing our nails.
Hi, guys. Hi.
I'm not catching you at a bad time, am I?
No, we're just having some girl talk.
Oh. Okay.
We got an ID on the woman killed in the crossfire.
Sydney Raines Wheeler,
leaves behind a husband and a three-year-old son.
I guess she's a bigwig here in town.
Have you guys heard of her?
Boston Brahmin family. She does a lot of charity work.
You run the prints on the dead bank robber?
Oh, yeah, you betcha. Bonnie Perazzo.
Record's pretty clean. Nothing like armed robbery.
We've pushed the autopsy.
We're gonna wait for your guys to collect the bullet from the bank.
All right, swell. So, I'll see you two over at the precinct.
The precinct?
The guard's out of the hospital.
He's gonna talk us through the security video.
Should be pretty informative there.
You don't mind coming down, do you?
No!
No, it's just we're not used to the police being so cooperative.
You two have a good one, now.
Right back at you, Woody!
Whatever that guy is on, I want some.
Oh, my sweet Lord.
Is that you?
Excuse me.
Oh!
Lily, can I speak to you for a moment?
Sure, Dr. Macy.
What do you know about this?
Wait, is this you?
Oh, look at all your hair!
Someone's been going through my personal scrapbook,
and the thief took the liberty of removing that photo
and putting it on the employee bulletin board.
I never knew you were a drummer.
I'm not a...
Look, this picture was taken when I was seven years old.
Well, who's this guy behind you?
That's my father.
Your dad, huh?
I've never heard you talk about him.
It's because there's nothing to talk about.
Look, fun is fun, but I'm the chief now.
I have to maintain respectability, you know, project authority.
I can't have people putting my baby pictures on display.
It's just a prank, Dr. Macy.
Well, how would you like it if somebody took a picture of you?
Drumming?
Golly,
I don't think I could ever show my face again.
Man, I always fall for drummers.
Wow, at least it was a happy ending.
Funny, doesn't sound that happy.
Died on a bus on his way to Braintree.
Barney Zimmerman, 78.
How tragically unglamorous.
Cause of death? Natural.
Just received his medical records.
Mr. Zimmerman suffered from arterial sclerosis.
What, so you're gonna rule it a heart attack, just like that?
Just like that. Cause and effect.
Cause, bad heart. Effect, dead.
And here I thought you had a reputation for going the extra mile, Buggles.
Leaving no stone unturned.
The Bug I know would at least run a tox screen.
I will run nothing. And why not?
Because there are no question marks.
This is a sign-out,
and I will not autopsy just for the sake of self-amusement.
For once, I will not have to spend countless hours
cutting and probing and tox-screening.
This is simple, Nigel,
and I am in desperate need of simplicity.
You're not just a wee bit curious?
I am not in the least bit curious.
Okay, Mr. Driscoll.
Why don't you take us through what happened this morning?
I'll do the best I can. This all happened pretty fast.
There's Sydney Wheeler.
Yeah, this is about 20 minutes after we opened.
That's me by the front entrance there.
I got a buddy who does guard duty at the First Union a couple blocks away.
Sometimes we chat on the walkie-talkies.
Guess that's why I didn't see them come in.
There, that's George there.
He's gonna take my sidearm,
and he puts me down,
tells everybody to stay put.
And Bill, he doesn't say anything.
He just... He's gonna go for the cash.
Did they ask about the vault or try to get the manager's keys?
I don't know. They were shouting a lot.
See, they ain't looking at me,
so I reached for my ankle piece here,
and I'm starting to draw a bead on Bill over here,
but before I can get off a shot,
watch up here in the right hand corner,
upper right hand corner, right there.
George shot it out.
Yeah. Where is he now?
He's back by the loan area.
Bill turned around when he heard the blast
and saw that I had my gun out, so...
So I had no choice.
I shot him.
George is shooting at me now,
and I got a shot off
but then he got me in the shoulder,
and I spun him around, and right here he shoots the lady,
Sydney Wheeler, right there.
It's my fault she's dead.
There's something seriously wrong with that video.
I mean, those two looked like they didn't know the first thing
about robbing a bank.
What about all the equipment, all the body armor,
all the machine guns?
Clothes don't make the man, Hoyt.
We already know Bonnie was an amateur.
I'm guessing Clyde was, too.
You know, and all that trouble for $8,000?
I don't think so. What do you think, Doc?
I'm not the resident conspiracy theorist.
You guys are like a regular Mulder and Scully, you know?
Except switched around.
You're more like Mulder, and you're more like...
Thanks, Woody, I got it.
I love that show.
Barney was such a wonderful man.
I just can't believe he's gone.
We're very sorry for your loss, Mrs. Zimmerman.
Do you have any idea why he was taking a bus to Braintree?
Last night he mentioned he was visiting his mother's grave,
which is just where he'd want to be buried,
right beside her.
Oh, how Barney loved that dear woman.
I'm sure he knows you're taking good care of him.
Now, if you'd just sign here...
Just one question first, if you don't mind.
I couldn't help but notice,
here on Barney's admitting form for his most recent heart surgery,
dated just one month ago,
that he's listed himself as divorced.
Well,
Barney and I had our problems, but
we were reconciling.
How lovely.
However, since you're not next of kin,
we'll have to hold on to Barney for now.
I don't like you.
What the hell was that?
Foul play, Buggles.
Foul, foul play.
Is this your wife, Mr. Wheeler?
Yeah, that's Syd.
Man, I can't believe this is happening.
From everything we heard,
Sydney was a very special woman.
I told her never to go anywhere alone.
Everyone knew that she had money.
That made her a target.
She should have been protected.
But she had to make that deposit every Monday morning,
8:00 am.
She had a good heart.
What'd she get for it?
You have a beautiful son.
Huh?
Isn't that your boy, Mr. Wheeler?
Yeah. Jack.
Syd was getting up there when we had him.
Weren't exactly planning it, you know?
She called him a miracle baby.
Thank God he's too little to understand what happened to his mom.
We're doing everything we can to find out who did this to your wife.
Thanks.
Come on, Jack.
Sure has a lot of affection for his kid.
Well, grief does strange things to people.
I've been telling people their loved ones have died for 17 years.
I know what grief looks like.
Jeez, Garret, you're starting to sound like me.
You're home early.
I was just, uh,
freshening up.
Ah.
I ordered the pies all by myself.
Aren't you the resourceful one?
I read in a book somewhere
chicks dig the whole candlelight thing.
Oh, wow, you're reading now?
Huh. That's a new trick.
Oh, I got lots of tricks you don't know about.
So why don't you take off that towel and show me?
You just want me for my body.
Oh, and that's a problem why?
You know, it's too bad you're headed back to LA,
'cause I could really get used to this.
Funny you should say that.
Funny how?
I got a job today.
It's just construction,
but the pay's pretty good.
Where?
Here.
Here, in, uh...
In Boston?
It's a great city.
Wow.
Towel's staying on, huh?
I was right about Ryan Wheeler.
Had our new friend Woody do some digging.
All right, now I'm officially scared.
What have you done with my real boss?
Ryan's a jack of all trades.
He owns a bar in Southie, and listen to this,
before they tied the knot, he was Sydney's bodyguard.
Let me guess. They fell in love, just like in the movies.
The word in the society page is Sydney likes her boys bad.
It's too bad she didn't know his history.
Guy tried to take a middle-aged wealthy deb for a ride down in Florida.
Married her and tried to cash out half her inheritance.
So he kicked it up a notch?
He actually had his wife killed?
When is a bank robbery not a bank robbery?
When it's a murder.
Yeah.
Woody's on his way in for the autopsy. I'll see you there.
Can't wait. Yeah.
Hey, Bug.
How's it going?
Swell, I guess.
Listen, you didn't happen to see a picture of me
on the bulletin board yesterday morning, did you?
Picture?
No! No.
Because I'm having my scrapbook dusted for prints,
and you might want to let the responsible party know that I will find them.
Okay?
Okay.
I'll let them know.
Carry on.
Oh, Doctor?
This is Delbert Zimmerman,
Barney's brother.
It's a pleasure to meet you, Dr. Vid...
Ooh, that's a long one.
What can I do for you, Mr. Zimmerman?
Well, I'm here for Barney.
Of course.
Barney was the biggest Boston Red Sox fan there is.
He personally asked me to make sure that when he kicked,
that I scatter his...
Remains.
That's right. Scatter them over Fenway.
You see, then Barney would be part of the Sox, forever.
Isn't that a beautiful story?
And so convincing, too.
Actually, Mrs. Zimmerman filed a court order to get custody of the body.
You want me to go to court?
Damn it, I will!
I know.
You're not the least bit curious.
Lily, do you have any idea
how a pair of drumsticks found their way onto my desk?
Sure. I put them there.
I'm making cookies in the toaster oven. Do you want some?
Why?
They're a present.
Maybe they'll help you reconnect with your inner wild child.
Listen, I really appreciate the gesture, but as I've already...
If you don't like them, I can just take them back.
Or you can just say thank you, like a normal person.
Thank you, Lily.
Welcome.
Oh!
You're not gonna give Daddy's body to Delbert, are you?
Just because he lived in our house and sponged off us
doesn't give him any right.
Ms. Zimmerman, you are now the third family member
who has requested your father's body.
The matter has now gone to the courts.
There's nothing I can do.
But it's not fair!
For curiosity's sake,
what were your father's last wishes for his remains?
Oh, well, Daddy was
in the Navy
during
the war,
so he wanted to be buried at sea,
so he could rest
with his fallen countrymen
and women.
How touching.
All right, then.
I'll be patient.
But just so you know, if you could
see fit to give Daddy to me,
I would be
grateful.
Very grateful.
Damn you, Nigel.
Thought you guys didn't start cutting till you got them in their birthday suits.
In cases involving body armor,
it's best if we do it ourselves.
Wouldn't want to disturb any of the forensics.
This neck wound is superficial. Didn't sever any major arteries.
The guard's bullet just grazed her.
I've got an entrance wound at the base of her left palm.
Missed it at the scene.
That's not all we missed.
Jeez, Louise.
So this is actually an entrance wound.
We've got exit wounds here and here.
So one bullet goes in,
through body armor, no less,
and two come out?
No, this trauma was all done by a single bullet.
Which means the kill shot must be...
Now, where did you come from, sweetheart?
You guys wouldn't happen to have a ballistics expert around here, would you?
A genuine magic bullet.
Eat your heart out, Oliver Stone.
Can you trace its path?
I certainly can,
Ringo.
Now, that is just plain neat.
My little program here is calibrated on velocity and tumble ratio
based upon a shot fired from 15 meters.
It's as simple as designating where the entrance wound was.
Her left hand.
It was probably outstretched when she saw it coming.
Bullet enters through her left hand,
bounces off the humerus, not very funny in this case,
causing a fracture.
Our friend then begins his tumble,
glances off the clavicle,
actually penetrates the skin on the way out,
but alas, bounces off the inside of the body armor and goes back in.
Hits the ribs,
and finally exits through the abdomen.
Reduced velocity embeds it in the armor.
The body armor trapped the bullet.
If she wasn't wearing it, she would have lived.
Forensic irony is the sweetest of all.
So either the guard knew exactly where to aim
or he's the luckiest shot this side of the Pecos.
Neither, dearest.
This bullet isn't from the guard's gun. This is an AK round.
You're telling me this robber was killed by an AK bullet?
Yep.
So the guard's bullet may not have even grazed her neck?
Yep.
So she was killed by friendly fire.
The other robber shot her?
Yeah.
Last question. Uh-huh.
Do you like this tie?
Mmm, no.
Okay. I'm gonna get a new one.
No, I mean, Patagonia is just unbelievable.
I mean, you ski right down to the beach,
you pull off your gear,
you dive into the ocean. It's...
Hey, Jo.
Hey, hey, what's going on?
I just came by to see if you wanted to grab some lunch.
My site's right around the corner,
so we're practically neighbors.
We met last time you were in town,
but for some reason, we weren't properly introduced. I'm Nigel.
Tyler. Nice to meet you, man.
So where's Dr. Cavanaugh been hiding you?
I am not hiding anything!
She's a very private person.
Tell me about it.
I am not private!
She just got a new place and hasn't had a housewarming.
Bad form, if you ask me.
Would you guys stop talking about me like I'm not here?
I mean, I just haven't had time.
I'm free tonight.
I get off in a couple of hours.
I could throw together a little dinner party.
He cooks, too?
I am so in.
I'll be there.
Hey, Tyler? Tyler? May I please speak to you? In private?
Well, of course you may, Jordan.
What the hell was that?
I don't know.
Oh, you...
You seemed a little wigged out last night about me moving here.
I just want to talk about it.
Yeah, well, that's what phones are for.
Do you got a problem with me meeting all your friends?
They're not my friends! They're my...
They're my coworkers.
Yeah, and who do you think you are, inviting them over to my place?
It was the English dude's idea.
You know... And if this is about territory,
I'm already looking for my own place.
Oh, it's not about territory, okay? It's about...
I don't know what it's about!
Great, then I'll see you tonight.
Hey. Hey, man.
I just found bank robber number two.
Just because a guy has some tattoos
doesn't mean he's the bank robber.
You asked Woody about the dye packs.
Yeah, he said they used a fluorescent dye. So...
Get that light.
And then there were none.
Hmm, sawdust.
Hey. Ah, there you are.
We just ID'd your corpse. Leon Muntz. Two-bit second-story man.
Found his body in an alley in South Boston, throat slit.
So we've got two dead robbers who were hired to kill Sydney Wheeler
and make it look like a bank job gone bad.
Hired by who?
Her grieving widower.
Thought you weren't the resident conspiracy theorist, there, Doc.
Things change.
Now it's just a matter of connecting Mr. Muntz to Ryan Wheeler.
And since the only two who can ID him are dead,
we might have to get a little fancy.
Glucose levels are off the charts.
This guy was as drunk as you can be.
Sawdust and liquor.
A bar.
Ryan Wheeler owns a bar.
I got next, man.
Hey, is Ryan around?
Who's asking?
A friend.
Sure you are, pal.
I guess I'll just sit here till he shows up.
We'll have, uh... A couple of beers? Yeah.
And we don't need any glasses.
Ooh. You got it, tough guy.
I'm really digging this new side of you, Garret.
What side is that?
The kickass, "I'm gonna get you, sucker" side.
If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're starting to take this personally.
I'm really looking forward to your dinner party tonight.
Excuse me, we were talking about you.
And now we're talking about you.
There you go. Thanks.
Your dude's relocating, huh?
I think I have intimacy issues.
That's a startling revelation.
What really sucks is that Tyler knows I have intimacy issues,
and he loves to push my buttons
'cause he knows I'm just gonna pull away.
So why don't you stop pulling back, break the cycle?
I don't know.
The cycle's kind of fun.
You know? The more we fight, the better the sex.
That's romantic.
You looking for me?
Ryan! Hey, nice place you got here.
Thanks. Now, go.
Well, the joint has a very friendly atmosphere.
No wonder Leon came here after he hit the bank.
It's a great place to unwind.
Now, do you think if I showed his and Bonnie's pictures around here,
anybody would recognize them?
You got something you want to ask me?
When you decided to have your wife murdered,
did you ever, for a second, think about your kid?
I could tell you right now that I did kill my wife
and it wouldn't make any difference,
'cause you're not a cop.
You're just a regular guy
trespassing on my property,
which means
I get to kick your ass.
You're gonna kick my ass?
I am.
Garret, you just head-butted that guy.
Yeah, I know. Come on.
One sec, one sec.
Maybe next time.
Ow! Jordan!
Boy, not so tough, are you now, Dirty Garry, huh?
That's very funny. Yeah.
The old hit-and-run. Pretty cool, man.
Thank you.
So you ready to tell me why you want this guy so bad?
Look, Ryan Wheeler as much as admitted that he killed his wife,
and with his two cronies dead, there's no way to prove it.
So what's the real reason?
I have no idea what you're talking about.
Look, I just want to know what happened to my boss, okay?
First, you flip out over the little drummer boy photo...
This has nothing to do with that picture!
And don't expect me to explain to you...
Jordan, it's personal.
Okay?
Why do you think you're always yelling at me for getting too involved, Garret?
It's supposed to be personal, isn't it?
No, it...
It isn't supposed to be...
I'm supposed to be professional and objective.
But damn it, I want this guy.
Welcome to my world.
You really want to get this guy?
So how does this work?
We recreate Sydney Wheeler's murder.
Forget everything you know.
The only facts are the forensics.
Now, we know Bonnie didn't make it out alive, so I'll be Leon.
Now, who are you?
Well, the only reliable witness was Driscoll the guard.
Okay, so you're Driscoll.
Now, it's 8:20 a. m.
What are you doing?
While Sydney Wheeler's walking in,
Driscoll's by the entrance and he's on his walkie.
Garret, it's first person. You gotta be him.
Oh, okay, sorry. I'm on my walkie-talkie.
So you don't see us coming.
Don't move, man! Give me your gun!
Okay, I don't want any trouble.
Get down! Everybody down!
I'm getting the manager. What are you thinking?
I'm no longer a threat to you,
and the other one has her back to me,
so I want to be a hero and I reach for my ankle gun.
Wait a minute. Stop.
We're forgetting something. Let's back it up.
Before you went to the loan area,
you shot out the surveillance camera. Why?
I didn't want the camera to see me killing my partner.
Ryan told me to waste her here.
We start to cover our tracks.
But I didn't know you were gonna kill her.
So I start reaching for my gun.
No, you don't.
Because I'm right here in the blind spot.
I'm too close.
I'm the one who starts shooting.
Bonnie sees me raise my gun.
By then it's too late.
And then I do what I came here to do.
I go for the cash.
I still have to sell this as a robbery.
All right, stay down! Don't move!
And I'm gone.
Didn't make sense.
Why not?
If you killed Sydney and your own partner, then who shot me?
Maybe you shot yourself, put yourself above suspicion.
Why? I didn't do anything wrong.
Maybe you did.
The robbery started at 8:20, and Sydney Wheeler was running late that day.
So, if Ryan set up the murder,
his people would have been there at 8:00 sharp.
How did the killers know that?
Had to be the guard. I mean, he was on his walkie.
They must have been on the other end.
Okay, she just got here. Coast is clear.
The ankle gun was a setup.
They were just covering all their bases.
And what's a bank robbery without a man on the inside?
Right.
Hey, you guys ready to party?
Yeah.
Mmm.
Um, this is really yummy paella, Tyler.
Thanks.
Now, this is just plain depressing.
We're finally gathered in a forum without dead people,
and what do we have to say to one another?
Where's the bonding?
The love?
What would you like to talk about, Nigel?
So hoping you would ask that.
Observe.
Party failure contingency plan A.
I have prepared a series of queries designed to, um,
get to know each other.
Simply draw a card from the pile,
put the question to the table.
Everyone must answer, but!
If you choose to remain mum,
then you must consume a shot
of party failure contingency plan B.
The dreaded ouzo.
Bug! Shall we begin with you?
Oh, come on. I'm not gonna read this.
Go for it, man! It can't be that bad.
"Where is the naughtiest place you've ever had a shag?"
All right, people.
Answer?
Or drink?
Cheers!
Six times in a day?
Bollocks.
Hey, I'm just answering the question.
Lies. Six?
Come on, it's medically impossible.
Why would you want to have sex six times in one day?
I mean, come on. We're people, we're not bunnies.
Dr. Macy said "bunnies"!
Can I get everybody's attention for a minute?
Two days ago, somebody broke into my office
and stole something very personal.
And the culprit then went on to take that personal thing
and post it on the bulletin board.
You know, you can stop saying "personal thing," Dr. Rock Star.
We all saw it.
Right, right. Okay, so,
let's get to it, then, shall we?
Tyler, what are your intentions towards our dear girl?
Oh, I better not tell.
She'll yell at me!
Actually, uh,
I'd love to hear what your intentions are, Ty.
Okay.
I think we should pick up right where we left off in LA.
Ooh!
Huh! That's kind of taking a step back, isn't it?
I mean, let's take the living situation.
I am struggling just to pay rent here.
If you're moving here to Boston,
why don't you just move in here with me?
You want to live together?
Yeah.
And another thing, I'm not getting any younger.
I mean, "tick-tock, tick-tock" goes that little clock,
know what I'm saying?
Not that we have to have kids right away, okay?
But, I mean, come on, I should at least have a ring on my finger within a year.
She's very old-fashioned.
Oh, thank you. You're welcome.
Are you serious, Jordan?
Totally.
I had no idea you felt this way.
I mean, uh...
Wow.
I actually thought you weren't too cool with me moving here.
Surprise!
So, what do you say, man?
Can I think about it?
Of course.
To bonding.
Thank you for coming down, Mr. Driscoll.
Sorry to put you out, there. We just have a few follow-up questions.
Sure. Anything I can do to help.
Okay.
Uh, what do we got here? Yes!
How much did Ryan Wheeler pay you to tip off his hit men?
You go, Woody.
What the hell do you think you're doing?
My client is a hero.
You want to tell me why a hero needs a lawyer?
Don't worry, George.
He's fishing.
Okay, well, while I'm fishing,
I'm just gonna go ahead and serve you with this warrant.
Fine, search my place. I got nothing to hide.
Oh, no, George. It's not for your place.
It's for your body.
I don't know how you got a judge to sign this thing, Detective,
but you can be sure I'll get it tossed in court.
If George hasn't done anything wrong,
why would we ever be in court?
Hey, guys. Hey, Woody.
Hey, George.
Mind taking off that shirt?
Take it easy, Mr. Driscoll. We're just gonna have a look.
This might sting a little bit.
Oh!
Sorry.
Uh-oh.
Soot.
Looks like we got hard contact.
Hard contact?
What's that mean? What's she mean?
It means that once a wound is cleaned,
it's impossible to prove what inflicted it,
unless, of course, someone was stupid enough
to press the barrel of a gun into his own shoulder.
See, the edges of the wound retain the soot
because it's baked right in.
Why'd you shoot yourself, George?
Look, I only dealt with Leon.
In case you haven't heard, Leon's dead.
Somebody's cleaning up after themselves
and I can only guess who's gonna be next.
Okay. Okay.
I went with Leon to meet the guy.
He wanted me there as backup,
but I was across the street, I didn't hear what they were saying.
This guy, if we showed you a photo, could you pick him out?
Yeah. Yeah, I guess.
Look, I didn't know they were gonna kill her.
How does it feel?
How does what feel?
We won! You got Ryan!
Feels kind of anticlimactic, I guess.
Really? Huh! Well, then, maybe you should go deliver the good news yourself,
see the look in Ryan's eyes
when he realizes you've just brought him down.
I'm a doctor, Jordan. I'm not a cop.
Yeah, whatever you say, Bones.
You wanna come?
Nah, I do it all the time.
This one's your baby, tough guy.
I like your new look. It's very Chinatown.
I wasn't sure until just now,
but I think you got a death wish, pal.
You're not the first one to say that, and I'm sure you won't be the last.
You want to take this outside?
Or should I break your neck right here?
Outside's probably not gonna work,
because that's where the cops are waiting.
You know, to arrest you for murder?
Figured I'd bring them here because, uh,
I'm just a regular guy.
Sometime,
somewhere,
you turn around and I will be there.
I can't wait.
But until then, you're gonna have a long time
to think about what you did to your wife
and your son.
Goodbye, Ryan.
Hey, there. How are you?
This is my first arrest here in Boston
and I'm supposed to tell you,
you have the right to remain silent.
As you've finally seen the light
regarding this nefarious plot,
I took the liberty of doing a bit of digging
and I was able to put my hands on Barney's last will and testament.
How did you manage that?
Bird I know works probate at the County Clerk's Office.
Barney changed his will two months ago.
The Brighton mafia strikes again.
So, which one of the sharks gets the inheritance?
None of the above.
He's left everything to a local animal shelter.
All $746 of it.
There's an obstruction in the duodenum.
Mmm-hmm.
He swallowed something!
I want to hear you say it.
Okay,
I'm curious.
Yes!
Oh, stuff it, Delbert.
He hated you and you know...
You wouldn't even have known if your damn daughter hadn't called you over.
Thieving spy.
Oh, spy?
Why don't you go have another drink and let the women settle this?
All right, listen... Settle down, children.
Two nights ago, your beloved Barney sat in front of the telly,
as he did every Wednesday night.
Clutched in his hand, a lottery ticket,
with the same numbers he'd played for over ten years.
And this night,
he was a winner.
The jackpot?
Thirty
million
dollars.
And that's when the vultures descended.
But unfortunately, Barney didn't want to share with his loving family, did he?
Mmm-mmm.
So he did the only thing he could to protect his winnings.
He put the ticket in a bag, and he
swallowed it.
The next morning, he would take a bus
to the lottery office...
...in Braintree,
deposit his hidden booty in the loo, and cash out.
Unfortunately, his ticker gave out
and the poor guy died en route.
All right, we'll cut you in.
You have nothing to cut, sir.
Barney cut you out of his will.
Yeah, the transient pets of Boston
just got $30 million richer.
And that brings us to the body.
Since you were all so eager to take custody
of the remains, if one of you would just sign
here...
So much for my sign-out.
Methinks
the puppies and the kitties
may see fit to contribute a bit of their inheritance
towards a proper burial for old Barn.
Hey, Jo.
Hi.
I was thinking about what you said last night.
Tyler, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have...
Yeah, you should have.
I had it coming.
Yeah, you did.
I know you were bluffing.
You were
bluffing, right?
Maybe.
Maybe not.
I guess I blew it, huh?
Yeah.
Guess we both did.
So, is this where we say,
"It wasn't meant to be,
"too bad we're not grownups,
"let's shake hands and," you know, "go our separate ways"?
Yeah, we could do that.
Or...
Bye, Jo.
Bye.
I have a confession to make.
I didn't know anyone was still here.
Come on in, Jordan. Cleanse your soul.
I did it.
You did what?
Put that picture of you up on the bulletin board.
I came in here looking for a file, I saw your scrapbook.
Couldn't help myself.
I'm sorry.
It's all right. No harm done.
"No harm done"?
Garret, you've been on a rampage for the last two days.
Did I ever tell you that my dad was a trumpet player?
Really? Yeah.
He played jazz on the road, mostly, when I was a kid.
You know, I didn't see him much, but...
But when he was home,
he made me feel like I was the center of his world.
I mean...
I worshipped this guy.
Last time I saw him, I was about seven years old,
shortly after this picture was taken.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Well, he didn't die or anything.
He just got tired of the family life, I guess.
And my mother, of course, made excuses for him, so he was still my hero.
He always...
He always wanted me to be a musician.
Then when I was 17, I quit high school and went on the road.
You're kidding. No.
I saw the world, I traveled all over,
chased a bunch of girls, you know,
made some records.
In many ways, it was the best time of my life.
And then one day I realized that I would never be great.
And if I couldn't be great, I felt like I was wasting my time.
So I could do that,
or I could grow up and become a man like my father never did.
When I looked into that little boy's eyes yesterday...
You had to do something.
Yeah.
I thought you were the one who was gonna confess.
Go on home, Jordan. I'm sure Tyler's waiting up.
Tyler's history.
Guess I win.
You don't look like you feel like a winner.
Want to talk about it?
Uh...
Not really.
Well, even though you are my bestest girlfriend.
Thank you.
Good night, Garret. Night, Jordan.