What is with this line, people?
Did I fail to mention that I only have 45 minutes for lunch?
Believe me, it will be worth every minute of the wait.
Better be. I am ready to eat my tie.
I have a very fast metabolism, you know.
These are the best chimichangas in Boston, man.
For all I know, they're the only chimichangas in Boston.
Chimichangas. Yes, chimichangas? What exactly is a chimichangas?
It doesn't sound like something I'd really want to put in my mouth.
Come on, farm boy, live a little. I'm a very fussy eater.
Ooh, there's a shock.
Okay, now I'm officially feeling faint.
Report of a jumper at 239 Calvin Street.
All officers in the vicinity please respond.
Let's go.
Name's Keisha Morton. She and her mom been living here about 10 years.
Where's the mother?
Probably at work. Secretary at a local high school.
Keisha, hi.
I'm Detective Woody Hoyt, Boston P.D. Leave me alone.
Keisha, I can't do that because
I'm here to make sure that you don't hurt yourself.
Look, I'm not talking to a cop. Go away.
Keisha. Look, I said go away.
Let me.
Come on, Jordan. You've never done this before.
No, but at least I'm not a cop.
I'm Jordan.
And I'm not a cop. Look, why don't you come back in
and we'll talk about what's going on here?
Look, I can't.
Yes, you can. It's easy.
No. I don't want to see her.
See who?
Keisha, where's your mother?
Where's your mother?
She's in the kitchen.
Keisha, whatever happened, it's not worth doing anything crazy over.
I'm not going to juvie. I don't care what happens, I'm not going back there.
We can deal with that later. What you need to do right now is just listen to me.
Keisha!
See all those people down there on the street?
They're all waiting around to see you fall.
You have any idea what happens to a body that falls from this height?
Your bones shatter on impact.
But the worst part is, you may not even die.
Of course, you may never walk again. Oh, and then there's the blood.
I'm not talking to you anymore.
All right, fine. You know what?
The hell with it. Just go ahead.
I haven't even had my lunch yet.
Look, shut up! I'll do it, I swear.
No, you won't.
'Cause you would have done it already if you really wanted to.
I know a little something about that.
Look, why don't you just come back inside, okay?
I'll make sure the police listen to what you have to say.
I promise you, I will not let anything happen to you.
I know you don't even know me,
but if you did, you'd know I always keep my promises.
I think she's coming in.
Now we can get closer. Thanks.
Come on, Keisha. Let me help you.
Take it.
I didn't do it, I swear.
You know, we are 2-and-7 without you at point guard.
A little exercise would do you good.
Well, with responsibility comes weight gain, Kirk.
Listen, I know you didn't ask me here to discuss my jump shot,
so why the impromptu meeting?
Remember the Simon case I prosecuted last fall?
Simon? Yeah.
Yeah. Two teenage kids found dead in Langley Park,
their skulls crushed by a rock
with Tommy Simon's fingerprints all over it, right?
One of the victims was a cop's kid. Okay, what about it?
The case is up for appeal. The defense claims they have new evidence.
Apparently, they're gearing up for a forensic-based attack.
Even brought in a team of high-powered guns for hire.
Well, if I remember correctly, it was all pretty clear-cut.
We thought so.
Now they're blowing a lot of money to prove otherwise.
I need you to review the initial autopsy.
What, the D.A.'s Office wants me to review Leo Gelber's findings?
That's right. You know how long he's been doing this?
Garret, don't argue with me on this.
Just dot the I's and cross the T's.
I'm sure it's all in order. Let's hope so.
I'm late for a deposition. How soon before I hear from you?
Lt'll take some time to dig through the files.
I'll speak to Dr. Gelber... Tonight. Call me tonight.
Tonight.
Garret.
Hey, Leo.
Well, this is a surprise.
What brings you down from Mount Olympus
to mix with us mere mortals?
Can't a fellow doctor visit an old friend?
Please, put away the shovel.
You exile me down here, now you're stopping by just to say hello?
Hey, don't kill the messenger. That was a board decision.
Yeah, they thought I was slowing down.
You know, you get a little older...
I don't want to hear this. All right, fine.
So, apparently, Tommy Simon's attorneys filed an appeal. I need to shore up the case.
They can file anything they want.
Guy's an animal, end of story.
You still playing the horn?
Nah, you kidding? I savor every breath I've got.
Damn file's here somewhere.
'Cause if you want me to come back later... No, no, no, no.
I wouldn't want to make you visit this floor twice in one year.
I appreciate that. Here's the Simon file.
Great.
Actually, this one says "Sharpe. " Let me take a look.
Well, my filing system's a little messy.
Here it is.
Can I get you anything else?
No, this is good for now. Thanks, Leo.
Yeah.
I told you.
I said good night and went to bed.
When I woke up, I found her that way. That's all.
My client isn't answering any more questions. Call me if you need me.
Otherwise, I'll see you at the arraignment.
Now if you'll excuse me, I've got eleven other cases in my book today.
Cuff her.
Nice to see she's in such good hands.
You pay the big bucks, you get the best.
Look, Jordan, the apartment was locked from inside.
There were only two people in there and now one of them is dead.
When was the last time you heard about a daughter-mother strangulation?
Oh, come on, Jordan. She's got 3 inches and 20 pounds on her mom.
She's got a history of violent behavior. She's been in and out of the system for years.
Now, I understand this may be too close to home for you, but...
Meaning what?
You're bound to feel a connection.
But make no mistake, this girl killed her mother.
She didn't just find her on the floor.
How did you know about that?
Two of the guys at the precinct, they knew your dad when...
People talk.
I'm sorry.
All right, seems the mom had a boyfriend.
Eyewitnesses saw him enter Keisha's building at 9:00 last night.
You want to come play cops and robbers with me, you're more than welcome.
Are you there?
Yeah, Keisha, I'm here.
You promised you'd help me.
You lied.
Must be cool to work in a morgue.
Um, can I help you?
I'm from the Fisher & Sons mortuary.
Here to pick up Mr. Drennan.
Oh, uh...
He won't be ready for another hour.
I'll wait.
In my business, I got nothing but time.
I like your perfume.
How can you smell anything in here? It's a crypt.
It's the embalming fluids.
Helps clean out the sinuses.
Mmm.
You want to go out?
I'm sorry?
You want to go out with me?
I'll show you a good time.
I don't know you.
You could.
We could ride around in the hearse for a while.
Um...
That's okay.
I'm a real good dancer.
Oh, yeah.
I'm sure you are.
You know what? They, um...
I, uh... Excuse me.
I have to
go do something.
External bruising indicated a massive trauma to the victim's forehead.
Downward blow concurrent with Dr. Gelber's findings.
Here's something a bit intriguing.
Enhance times four. Right two frames. Enhance times two.
Yeah. The decedent was over 6 feet tall.
Downward blow to the head would make his assailant...
The Jolly Green Giant.
I can't believe Leo missed this.
I don't mean to overstep my boundaries, but bloody hell,
seems like a rather obvious oversight.
Print all this up for me and bring it to my office,
and keep this between us, okay? All right.
Hey, um... Hi, Dr. Macy.
Hey, Lily.
Well, wasn't that uncomfortable.
Oh, you noticed, huh?
Must be hard.
Nigel? Mmm-hmm.
Let me ask you a personal question.
At your own risk.
Do you find me attractive?
This is dangerous. Any way you slice it.
Don't think. Just answer.
First thing that comes to your mind.
Yeah, absolutely. Mmm. Yes.
You, Lily, are a very, very attractive woman.
Then why is it that I can't seem to attract a normal guy?
I get married men, men with mother issues.
I get men with father issues. I get...
You need to start targeting your demographics a little better.
You're casting too wide a net.
You have to figure out what it is you're willing to settle for.
Is that what you do?
No, I pretty much take anything I can get.
Yeah, but then, you know, I'm driven by a certain biological imperative.
Ten million little biological imperatives.
Oh!
Glad I could be of some help.
I met Teresa through work.
She would come in every month or so to pick up Keisha's BuSpar prescription.
Buspirone. It's like Prozac, only it targets people with aggressive tendencies.
So Keisha had problems controlling her temper?
Teresa didn't like giving her medication, but without it
she felt that Keisha might hurt herself or hurt someone else.
You saw Teresa last night, right?
My shift starts at 10:00 on Tuesdays.
I decided to drop in a little earlier, and man, I walked into a hornets' nest.
Meaning what? Well, the two of them were going at it.
I mean, physical.
At one point, I had to step in between them. That's how I got this.
What was the fight about?
Well, Keisha's all-city track.
She was good enough to get a scholarship to Jesuit.
They were willing to overlook her temper,
give her a chance to get out of Roxbury.
So what's the problem?
Teresa didn't want her to go.
Why? Well, it may sound selfish,
but Keisha was all that Teresa had.
I decided I shouldn't stick around,
but I could hear Keisha screaming at Teresa all the way to the elevator.
What was she saying?
"I wish you were dead. "
Hi.
I don't even know if I want to talk to you.
Understandable, but impossible. I'm here on business.
I assume you mean for the D.A.'s Office, and not personal business.
I'm prosecuting Keisha Morton for the murder of her mother.
I need your help to convict her.
So, looks like we're gonna be working together.
Look, I won't lie.
These are good cases for us. High-profile soapbox material.
A teenage girl kills her own mother with her bare hands.
I haven't forensically verified that yet.
Well, my suggestion is that you start trying to.
How and when I do my job is none of your business.
Don't be naive, Jordan. We both know what your job is.
Oh, what? To be a puppet of the D.A.'s Office?
Look.
We can clear the air right here,
discuss our complex situation,
but the bottom line is, we have to work together.
No, the bottom line is, you're being an ass.
You're totally abusing the fact that I'm the M.E. On this case.
There are plenty of other doctors in this office that'll play by the rules.
Try sleeping with them. They'll react the same way I am now.
Doesn't matter how you connect the dots, I'm still gonna get what I want.
Don't bet on it.
Fine, Jordan. Do it your way.
It's Dr. Cavanaugh. And don't patronize me.
Garret, you wanted to see me?
Hey, Leo, thanks for coming up.
Wow, shouldn't you be out of here by now? Oh, you kidding?
My day's just beginning. Yeah, I know what you mean.
I had that office for 12 years.
My kid was lucky to see me on weekends.
How is Mark, anyway?
Well, we don't see much of each other anymore.
I mean, he's got a family, a legal practice, you know.
Come on.
Of course, we do catch up on weekends. Seems to work for us, you know?
Uh-huh. I've been going over the Simon case.
There are a couple of details I'm a little bit confused about.
How can I help?
Well, see, the fingerprint on the left is the one you lifted from the murder weapon.
On the right is Simon's police print.
That's cute, that's very cute. Kind of old for practical jokes.
Who's laughing?
Come on, you're not going to rely on the computer, are you?
Get the prints like in the old days. Physically make the match.
Well, how many ID points did you calibrate it for, Leo?
18, like we always use.
Alright, I'm going to broaden it to 12, see what happens.
Same thing.
Impossible, something wrong. Let's go for eight.
You broadened the match to eight ridge points, Leo. That's unheard of.
Don't question my expertise.
I'm not, but if there's an oversight...
You're out of line, Garret.
I'm doing my job.
Case is closed. My findings are accurate.
Leo, you made a mistake.
You're enjoying this, aren't you?
Manipulating the facts to make the old man look bad.
That's not fair. Kicking me out of the autopsy room is?
You took away from me the only thing I ever cared about.
I stand by my report.
And you can go to hell.
This could cost him his license,
not to mention there could be an innocent man rotting in jail.
Worst part for a man like Leo is losing his pride.
I can't believe he dropped the ball like this.
He signed off on his own annual physical.
Wow, that comes in handy,
if you're trying to hide something.
That's what I'm afraid of.
Hmm.
Hmm, what?
Teresa Morton. No fracture of the larynx.
Hyoid bone appears intact, too.
Doesn't really jive with the strangulation theory, does it?
Hmm.
The results on her blood test. It looks like Teresa Morton was pregnant.
And her tox screen?
Elevated levels of biotin and calcium,
probably from the prenatal vitamins. Antihistamine.
Nothing interesting there.
I'm about to get the results on the fetal test.
Hmm, hmm. What?
The fetus tested positive for beta-thalassemia.
Are you sure?
Absolutely.
Oh, Bug, you rock.
I know.
Hi.
Have you seen Dr. Cavanaugh?
Um...
She was scheduled for autopsy at 3:00.
Oh. Thanks.
Hey.
You're Detective Hoyt, right?
Yeah, Woody.
Woody?
I'm going to ask you a very forward question. Please don't take this the wrong way.
All right.
Look at me. Size me up.
Undress me with your eyes, whatever it is that you men do.
Would you have sex with me?
I'm from Wisconsin.
Exactly. You're a regular guy. I mean, you're certainly
above-average looking.
I just wanted to know if I'm the kind of girl that you would have sex with.
Shouldn't we go out to dinner first, maybe talk for a few minutes?
That's not really my point.
I'm kind of old fashioned that way.
You know what? Never mind.
I think I overstepped my boundaries a bit.
Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Can I call you?
No.
Jordan.
Oh, Woody. I was just on my way to see you.
Keisha Morton's gone.
You're kidding. How?
Out through a laundry chute. Outran two guards.
Any idea where'd she go?
No. We've got a dozen units out looking for her.
The D.A.'s having my ass for dinner,
and as tasty as that may seem, it doesn't give me much to sit on.
Well, I found something. Keisha's mom was pregnant.
Fetus had a blood condition known as beta-thalassemia.
Okay, how does that help me find Miss Morton?
It doesn't.
Beta-thalassemia is found in people of Mediterranean descent.
That boyfriend didn't exactly look Italian to me. Yeah, me neither.
But the super... Ah, the Greek guy.
Yeah, we'll bring him in for questioning tomorrow.
All right, well, I'm going to go look for Keisha.
It's going to be a long night.
Well, call me if you find her.
So, how'd you find me?
I went to the two other J. Cavanaughs in the phone book.
You were number three.
I'm going to have to send you back.
Look, you think I don't know that?
I guess it can wait till morning.
Look, I had a talk with your mom's boyfriend.
He said you and your mom had a real big fight last night.
So? We fight all the time.
This must have been different.
When my mom told me that I couldn't go to Jesuit,
I got so mad, I went out for a run,
and when I got back, the front door was locked. Mr. Theo let me in.
Where was your mom? Asleep in front of the TV, but...
I don't know, I swear she was alive.
Why didn't you tell the cops what you just told me?
I don't know.
They got this all-weather track over at Jesuit.
It's like a college or something.
Man, I would've loved to run it just once.
Running's the only time I feel like someone.
You know?
Keisha?
So I went over Dr. Gelber's files and found some discrepancies.
That's pretty vague, Garret. Are you suggesting he fudged the guidelines?
No, no, no.
Leo used only eight points to make a positive fingerprint ID.
With those standards, you could have killed those kids.
Look, all you have to do is get on the stand and state the facts.
Were those kids bludgeoned to death by a rock wielded by Tommy Simon, yes or no?
If the angles matched up, maybe, but they don't.
Look, I tried a pretty solid case first time around.
Just play ball and restate the original findings.
Hold it. Is the D.A.'s Office asking me to lie?
No, I'm asking you to do what's right.
Simon has a record as thick as a phone book. Robbery, assault.
It doesn't make him a murderer, Kirk.
If this dirt bag is not found guilty, it won't be long
before he's arrested for something else, maybe even killing another kid.
Okay, so what are you saying?
Do everybody a favor and lock him away now for the rest of his life,
even if he's innocent?
The son of a Boston police officer is dead.
I am not the only one that wants to keep this guy in jail,
so unless you're telling me that Gelber completely lost his marbles,
I expect you to back me up.
We know the baby was yours. I didn't know she was pregnant, I swear to ya.
Okay, contrary to popular belief, I did not graduate from Hee-Haw High.
Now, we know Teresa Morton lived across the hall from you
and we know you two were having sex.
Nah, we messed around a couple of times, that's all. Come on, I'm a married man.
Didn't take your vows very serious, did you?
Hey, look, my wife, she finds out this...
Teresa threatened to tell your wife. That's what happened.
Teresa threatened to tell your wife. I told you,
I didn't even know she was knocked up. Anyway, I was in 4G that night.
Fixing another tenant's plumbing. As a matter of fact,
yes, that's right. I was with the plumber half the night.
And before that, I was at my weekly card game,
and I got five guys who can... Cavanaugh.
Alright, you know what? Sit tight. I'll be right back.
Right. Thanks, Nige.
We'll verify his story with his poker buddies,
but I got to tell you, Jordan, we're running out of suspects.
I think Keisha did it.
I think you're right.
Keisha's fingernail polish was found in a cut on Teresa's neck.
How do we know the polish matches Keisha's?
She was at my apartment last night.
Was?
It was late, she was completely freaked.
I was going to bring her in this morning, but when I woke up, she was...
What? She was gone?
You know how many cops I had out there looking for her all night long, Jordan,
who are still out there? I know.
No, I don't think you do! I can't believe you'd put me in this position.
Here, I trusted you and...
Yeah?
I talked to Schneider.
He doesn't need us both at the deposition, so I'll handle it.
You're too good to me.
Listen, about before... Forget it.
I'm too old for new grudges.
I'm still working with some of the old ones.
Well, I should have handled things differently.
I should have included you more in the process. Just...
When I saw the discrepancies,
I came to the logical conclusion...
The old man was starting to lose it?
Yeah, and I'm sorry about that.
You know, Snyder had a question he wanted to ask you.
Here's the number. I'll call him later.
No, call him now.
How bad is it?
I need you to get your eyes checked, Leo.
I don't have time for that. Make the time. I'm trying to help.
I won't do it. Damn it, I'm your boss.
Then go ahead, fire me. You want to fire me, fire me.
But until then, leave me alone and let me do my job.
You were dropping your knees the last couple strides.
How'd you find me?
Stubborn girl like you,
I knew you had to run this track at least once before leaving town.
Yeah, well, I needed to see what it felt like.
You know I'm going to have to bring you back.
Just going to run away again.
Look, we all make some bad decisions.
You learn from your mistakes. Believe me, I speak from experience.
Is this the part where you tell me I can't run forever?
Way I see it, you got two choices.
You can run around in circles for the rest of your life, or you can come with me.
You think I did it, don't you?
I hope not.
No sweat, right?
No sweat.
I'll be back later. Okay.
Why, you going to bring a cake with a file in it?
So, you brought the girl back. Thanks.
Well, I just hope you don't put another kid behind bars who probably didn't do it.
Can't we at least make an attempt to be civil with each other?
Fine. Then stop throwing your weight around.
Just tell me what you want.
I want to re-examine the mom.
Anything else?
Be patient, don't call me.
I know where to find you.
Jordan.
Hey, Leo.
Let me guess, kid. You're in trouble again.
So what else is new, huh?
Yeah. Me, too.
Spend 45 years perfecting your craft,
end up wondering whether it was all worth it.
Come on, Leo, you ran this place for 12 years.
Yeah, you've had an incredible career. You're the best.
I was, Jordan. Was.
You know, I can drive a car,
I can go to the movies,
but the minute I look into a microscope, which is the most important part of my life,
sometimes I can't make out what I'm looking at.
You can still out-think anyone in this building.
Yeah. In fact, this case I'm working on,
41-year-old female, death by asphyxiation.
There's bruising on her neck and on her body, but the windpipe was still intact.
Petechial hemorrhaging?
No. No?
And the weirdest part is
she was strangled so hard, she nearly bit off her own tongue.
Tongue lacerations.
Jordan, were you serious?
Do you need my help?
Not only do I need your help, Leo, I want your help.
I'll lend you my eyes.
I'll lend you my 45 years of experience.
So, Leo, what are we looking for?
An anomaly in the cerebral cortex.
What do you see?
There's some discoloration from an old contusion in the left cerebellum.
Where was she found?
On the floor.
Beside a chair.
She could have fallen from a grand mal seizure.
The bruising on her neck was the line of impact.
Self-asphyxiation.
And who says we don't get better with age?
Uh, there's one thing that bothers me, though.
If the brain injury was long-standing,
she should have been on some seizure meds.
No, no Dilantin in her system.
But she did test positive for antihistamines.
They've been known to trigger seizures.
I wonder why she was taking 'em.
Maybe she didn't know she was.
How's Keisha? She's a tough kid.
I went to the Morton apartment last night, found these in the medicine cabinet.
Just take a look.
Dilantin. So?
It's Teresa's seizure medication. She was epileptic.
Only problem is, these are allergy pills.
I got a C in chemistry, Jordan,
and my lunch is getting cold. Could we get to the point?
Antihistamines have been known to cause seizures in people with epilepsy.
So, what are you saying? Keisha switched her mom's pills?
She had a fight with her mother. They struggled.
That's how the fingernail polish got on her neck, but Keisha didn't kill her.
Besides, how would she know about the possible side effects of a drug?
She wouldn't,
but a pharmacist would.
On our way back, I want to get one of those chimichanga things, but you're buying.
Yeah.
Okay, Miss Phipps. Thank you. Okay.
Mr. Holden. Hi. Could we have a moment of your time?
Well, I'm actually kind of busy right now.
I'm sort of minding the store. Want to come back?
We really need to talk now.
Right.
So, did you find Keisha yet?
Yeah, she's fine.
Thank heaven. I was really worried about that girl.
Well, you realize if she's charged with murder, she'll be tried as an adult.
D.A.'s talking life without parole.
Well,
I know Keisha has a temper, but she wouldn't kill nobody.
Why, she said the same thing about you.
Said you treated her and her mother with respect.
Well, those two meant everything to me.
So how could you leave her holding the bag for her own mother's murder?
Pardon?
You swapped her seizure meds with allergy pills.
I would never make a mistake like that.
Record shows you filled the prescription.
We're running the bottle for prints right now,
but I'm sure you already know what we're going to find.
I loved her.
But once you found out the baby wasn't yours...
Everything would have been just fine,
if she was only faithful.
That's all she had to be was faithful.
Curtis Holden, you have the right to remain silent.
After what she did,
after the way she lied,
she did not deserve to live.
Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.
You have the right to an attorney.
I can't go to jail!
Mr. Holden.
Gun.
Officer down! I've got a civilian down! Dispatch!
We're at the pharmacy on Fourth and Main. Code three.
Just put the gun down.
He fired first.
Stay down. You'll be okay. Dispatch!
I've never shot anyone before.
Dr. Macy, did you lift those fingerprints off the rock?
No. The initial retrieval was done by my colleague, Dr. Leo Gelber.
And where is Dr. Gelber today?
He's unavailable, but I'm well-acquainted with the case.
And did you personally run a secondary ID test?
Yes, I did.
And what were your findings?
What were your findings?
I'd like to ask for a ten-minute recess.
I'm fine with that. Let's take ten.
Leo.
What the hell is going on here?
I can defend my own work.
Look, I tried to discuss the inconsistencies with you, but you didn't want to hear it.
Now I have to answer to this. You mean cover up my mistakes?
Listen, if that man has to go back to jail
because of my bullheaded pride, well, I just couldn't live with myself.
What do you want to do?
I'm gonna make it right.
Someone's coming to pick you up, right?
Yeah, my aunt.
I'm going to live with her.
Maybe next year she'll let me go to Jesuit.
Good.
I know my mom didn't want me to go,
but I'm going to make her proud of me.
Oh, excuse me.
Congratulations, Jordan. You were right.
For what? Keeping an innocent girl out of jail?
Heck of a system you got there.
So it wasn't so bad, was it, you and I working together?
Go on, say something snide. I can take it.
I don't even know what I want to say. I'm just tired right now.
Well, I hope we get another chance sometime soon.
Well, you're a prosecutor. I don't see how we could possibly avoid it.
So, I guess I'll see you around then?
Yeah, I guess you will.
You know I've got to let you go, Leo.
But being a medical examiner's all I have left.
Take that away, I've got nothing.
Come on, retirement won't be that bad.
Chronic open-angle glaucoma.
There isn't much hope with that, even with aggressive treatment.
I'm sorry.
So am I, Garret. So am I.
Listen, how would you feel about coming back from time to time?
In what capacity?
Criminalist consultant.
What do you say?
Okay.
Know what I'm going to do? All those dinners I missed with the kid,
I'm going to start catching up now.
That sounds like a good idea.
Thanks.
Hi. Hi.
I'm worried about you, Lily.
Don't be.
I need a change, that's all.
Can I borrow this? Cheers.
Meaning what, exactly?
I don't know. I've just got to do something.
I just...
I feel like I'm...
I'm more than this.
Do you know what I'm talking about?
You're talking to a working-class Brit from Brixton, sweetheart.
Of course I do.
Dr. Macy has moved on with his life.
I need to move on with mine.
Look.
Sweetie?
Why don't I stick around for a little bit, eh? Sounds like you need to talk.
Yeah. Yeah?
I'd like that. Couple of beers.
And a Cosmo for her, thanks. Coming right up.
Hey. Thought you were a whiskey man.
After today, I'd drink just about anything.
Can I get a beer, please?
Rough initiation, huh?
Lot of cops are lucky enough to go their whole careers without doing it.
Thank you. I wouldn't have minded being that lucky.
Kind of puts the other problems we had on this case in perspective, doesn't it?
Look, man, I apologized a hundred times. I mean, what do you want me to do,
get down on my knees in front of all these people?
Stop the mocking.
I really am sorry. I think maybe I just over-identified with Keisha.
Just a little bit.
I want to like you, Jordan.
I do, and...
And I don't just say that because you're hot,
which you are, very.
But
you're complicated.
Well, that's an understatement.
Anyway, I guess I got to take a number.
What are you talking about?
Come on,
I saw the way that D.A. Guy was looking at you.
Oh, it...
Why Woodrow, are you jealous?
Yeah.
I better be going.
You know, Jordan,
I can be complicated, too.
Good night.
Good night, Woody.