CSI: NY (2004–2013): Season 8, Episode 14 - Flash Pop - full transcript

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WOMAN
Proceed to 1818 Myrtle Avenue.

Possible homicide.

Detective.

Followed a blood trail to
some cans down the street.

Found her other shoe and a wallet.

Lana Gregory.

1818 Myrtle Street.

She was almost home.



WOMAN
All units, be advised,

a member of the service
is reporting a 10-24.

Female victim of a homicide,
in front of 1818 Myrtle.

Units responding, come in to Central.

Jo, Mac.

I received an odd photo
on my phone tonight.

What?

Describe it.

Yeah.

It's the same one.

I think I know why the
photo was sent to us.

The victim is one of our lab techs.

♪ Out here in the fields ♪

♪ I fight for my meals ♪



♪ I get my back into my living ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. ♪

She was posed to match
the original crime scene.

There's one shoe on the bottom step;

one missing; the way her
hair's draped; coat open.

Killer paid attention to detail.

Could it have something
to do with the lab,

or did she have a connection to the
original victim, Lana Gregory?

I don't know.
Hopefully,

we'll get some answers once
Adam tracks down the phone

that sent this photo.

I got unis canvassing
the area for witnesses.

And I found these in a
Dumpster down the street.

Just like the original crime scene.

So far everything seems
to mirror the 1957 murder.

Female vic in her 20s.

1818 Myrtle's the exact same location.

Same time of night.

It even snowed today.

And the three stab
wounds to the abdomen.

So, are we looking at some
kind of bizarre copycat killer

55 years later?

I don't think so.

Copycats like to benefit from the
notoriety of the original killer.

And in this case, it was the victim,

Lana Gregory, who had all
the press back then.

You know how long this
place has been vacant?

About nine months.

We're running down the
property manager now.

Jessica Drake.
Her crime lab I.D.

I didn't recognize
her until I saw her eyes.

One blue, one brown.

Is there any reason why somebody

would want you two to be the
first to know that she was dead?

We had very little contact with her.

She was a grade-one
lab tech... thank you...

worked on the night shift mostly,

did entry-level grunt work,
like washing test tubes

and ordering supplies,
things like that.

Still, it's a pretty ballsy move

to send that photo to
your private phones.

Well, they got what
they wanted... our attention.

There's a big difference

between the original
crime and this one.

The first went unsolved;

this time...

we're gonna find the killer.

Detective Taylor,
do you have any leads?

Detective, do we have
a copycat killer on the loose?

Base of a wineglass?

Hey, Doc, what
do we got, buddy?

Junior lab tech Jessica Drake.

Time of death:
approximately two hours ago.

Cause of death: exsanguination.

You all right, babe?

Yeah.

I met her parents once.
They came by the lab.

I remember the delight in their eyes.
They were so proud of her.

Mm.

All right, cuts and lacerations

on her face suggest a struggle,
but there's no blood spatter

- or blood drops around the body, huh?
- No drag marks,

so it looks like it wasn't a
body dump, which confirms

that the attack took place right here.

Yeah, and there's no blood
with directionality

heading away from the
scene, which tells us

that our killer wasn't bleeding.

Looks like here's only two sets
of footprints around the body,

and neither one of them

- is a match to Jessica's shoes.
- These footprints

up here on this landing
are just mine and Mac's.

- We didn't let anybody else up here.
- So contrary

to what we see on our victim's body,
there's no evidence of a struggle...

- or even that our killer was here?
- No.

So it must have started
snowing after she was murdered.

Concealed the blood spatter
and compromised the evidence.

- Mother Nature as an accomplice.
- Yeah, we don't got diddly.

Maybe...

The snow is powdery.

That's good.

And it was cold all day, right?

In Montana, when you're shoveling

your driveway, the
easiest layer to remove

is always the fresh, powdery snow.

Underneath, there's a
hard layer of ice,

the slush that froze when
the temperature dropped.

So you could sometimes
make out your tire tracks.

- So you're thinking...?
- I'm thinking

the evidence is concealed
under this snow.

♪ So young so how were you
to know, know, know ♪

♪ You're a carrier, a carrier
of the light inside of you ♪

♪ Glows green in the pitch-black
night, night, night ♪

♪ Can't tell anyone,
anyone it's hurting you ♪

♪ So hold it in, cover up, pull
up your sheets, your sheets ♪

♪ What to be, down cruising
in the ocean, and sin it's due ♪

♪ So I got to sit up,
sit up, up, up ♪

♪ For my heart to come down,
down, down, down, down ♪

♪ So I got to sit up,
up, up, up, up ♪

♪ For my heart to come down,
down, down, down ♪

♪ The ghoulish entities ♪

♪ They come floating
through the walls ♪

♪ Ghostly enemies ♪

♪ They come floating
through your door ♪

♪ And the ghoulish entities ♪

♪ They come floating
through the wall ♪

♪ From the past, from the past ♪

♪ And they're somewhere
right before you ♪

♪ Like the Ghost
of Christmas Past ♪

♪ The ghoulish entities ♪

♪ They come floating
through the walls ♪

♪ Ghostly enemies ♪

♪ They come floating
through your door ♪

♪ And the ghoulish entities ♪

♪ They come floating
through the wall ♪

♪ From the past, from the past ♪

♪ And they're somewhere
right before you ♪

♪ Like the Ghost
of Christmas Past. ♪

This is our murder weapon.

A broken champagne flute.

Good eye!

It's the same basic shape

and length as the paper spike used
to kill Lana Gregory in 1957.

And speaking of "good eye,"

Jessica has the most stunning case
of heterochromia iridum.

Rare combination of one
blue iris, one brown.

And what I find particularly eerie

is the rather unique
similarity between

the two victims.
Lana Gregory's

autopsy report indicates
sectoral heterochromia

in her right eye.

"One section of the iris
with flecks of brown color."

Her eyes were green.

It would sometimes

give the appearance of having
two different-colored eyes. See?

Both victims with a rare condition
of different shades of eye color.

What an oddly
impossible coincidence.

Which makes it
no longer a coincidence.

Well, our killer
must have known.

Maybe the reason Jessica
was his chosen victim.

Well, the other detail
that's consistent...

like Lana, Jessica was stabbed

three times in the external
oblique area of her torso,

causing significant lacerations to
the kidney and liver. She bled out.

So, Sid, if you're gonna
duplicate a murder,

right down to the eye color,

why would you change out
the murder weapon?

I mean, you can get a paper
spike at any stationery store.

Mmm...
it's an adequate equivalent

of the original murder weapon,
yet provides a little mystique

to the profile of the current killer.
He wants to be noticed.

His priority was the body

looking like an exact replica
of the previous crime.

He? His?
It's definitely a male?

Ah.

Subdermal bruising suggests
that our suspect may be male.

Jessica's wrists were grabbed
and held very tightly.

Well, I think a very strong
woman could accomplish that.

I don't doubt it.

- However...
- Are those letters?

Greek letters, to be exact.

Phi Gamma Alpha.

I've concluded that
it's a fraternity ring.

The Greek symbols are raised
on the width of the band.

Leads me to believe it's a man.

Jessica was awesome.

I can't believe anyone would kill her.

She was...different.

Different how?

Sort of quiet.

Only about the work.

- Hard to get her to smile. She was...
- So much fun to be around.

Only person I know who could
make washing test tubes

and cleaning the lab not boring.

- Did she have a boyfriend?
- No.

N- Not really.

You're gonna have to
elaborate on that one.

Harlan really liked her.

Harlan who?

Harlan Porter.

- Does he work in the lab?
- Yeah.

Ballistics.

I don't think the
attraction was mutual.

She was nice to him, but...
he gave her that nickname:

Lana.

Yeah, like...
Lana Gregory.

Why?

Harlan knew everything
about that case.

Part of his graduate
thesis or something.

He met Jessica and started
calling her Lana.

Told her the story of the
unsolved murder case,

explained that they
both had the same eyes.

She kind of liked it.

And he made it sound so romantic.

I just, I can't believe
all this happened.

Jessica was my best friend.

When was the last time you saw Harlan?

A week ago.

Yesterday.

I rode up in the elevator
with him last night.

I tried calling him to make sure
he knew about Jessica.

I didn't reach him.

And nobody else has heard from him.

Can you tell me anything
about Harlan Porter?

Yeah. Smart kid,
works in Ballistics.

Why are you asking?
Is he a suspect?

Supposedly, he has a fascination
with the Lana Gregory case.

Come on, Flack,
he did not kill Jessica.

You sound pretty sure.

Doesn't fit the profile.

- Are you giving me a textbook answer?
- Well, I'm not familiar

with everyone who works
on the night shift,

but I have spent time with Harlan,

and he's the most kind,
considerate person I know.

No one can reach him.

Doesn't make him guilty.

Hey.

Cold outside.

- I thought you might want some coffee.
- That sounds perfect.

I've got bagels, yogurt and
breakfast burritos to go.

Oh, thanks.

I really appreciate you
doing this, Christine.

Pulled an all-nighter.

Yeah, well, I'm really sorry to hear
about the murder of that young woman.

You mentioned that she
worked in your lab?

She was a tech.

Didn't really know her.

I'm sure she's dashed
between DNA and Autopsy

maybe a thousand times at my request.

She was a white lab coat
in my peripheral vision,

handing me a note,

or a result, and I probably
mumbled "thank you"

and didn't pay much attention.

Feels like a missed opportunity.

Well, a lot of people
work in the lab...

and you're a very busy man, Mac.

True, but today...
it just sounds like an excuse.

- I'm sorry, I didn't mean...
- No, no, it's fine.

I should get back.

Thanks for listening.

Oh, um, that anniversary party
for my parents tomorrow night,

uh, you agreed to endure...

don't worry about it.

- Whoa, you're dumping me?
- No. I just

don't want you to feel obligated
with all that's going on.

I mean, my whole family
would love to see you,

but, well, you know how they can be.

I'm sure I can handle it.

I'll be here.

Okay. I gave you an out.
You've been warned.

You make it sound dangerous.

Thanks.

♪ Mother, Mother, I await ♪

♪ Father, Father,
don't you fear? ♪

♪ The ground is what
this blood knows ♪

♪ We simply greet it and rest ♪

♪ And all I ask of you now
is to lay me down ♪

♪ Lay me down ♪

♪ Lay me down... ♪

♪ Lay me down ♪

♪ With my last breath
my soul will slip ♪

♪ The ground
is what this blood know ♪

♪ We simply greet it and rest. ♪

Mac Taylor, I adore you.

I value our friendship more
than words can express.

And you don't need to feel
any obligation to...

share any mushiness.

Your smile is adequate enough.

I just...
I just needed to get that out.

We just work so hard,

day in and day out, and
we never really turn

to those around us and
tell them how we feel.

Oh.

And those kids out there.

So simple, but the most
beautiful tribute to Jessica.

- You want a tissue?
- Yes, please.

And I just had to tell you that.

Thank you for the food.

I'm struggling with what
I'm gonna tell Jessica's parents

when they arrive.

Keep thinking if I'd
just taken the time

to ask a few more questions,
been more observant, I...

Oh, Mac, you can't possibly think
you could have changed the outcome.

No, no, I just wish...
I knew more about her.

I've been looking
through Jessica's file.

She passed the Crim exam...

two days ago, and we have two
open spots for criminalists.

Based on her work ethic,
test scores and recommendation,

she would've been a front-runner.

Share that with her parents.
They'll be proud.

So, I pulled the old Lana Gregory
case file and all the evidence.

The original murder weapon is missing.

What?

The old autopsy report
says the paper spike

was removed from the victim in
autopsy and vouchered as evidence.

It's gone.
Not in the box.

I've requested signature
sheets from Property

from the last two years.

We need a break in this case.

Unfortunately, Adam was unsuccessful

tracing that phone that
sent us that photo.

was a burner, paid for with cash.

No paper trail.

What are you thinking?

Who do you see in this picture?

You, me, Sheldon,
Danny, Lindsay.

How many lab techs?

Three.
They were assigned to the scene.

The only people taking crime scene
photos were Danny and Hawkes.

We're all in the picture,

including the techs...
so who took that picture?

You're thinking the killer,
and this photo was a message.

Someone who could get access
to our cell phones and send us

that photo, someone who wouldn't look
out of place at the crime scene,

who could gain entry
to the evidence,

someone who's playing
"catch me if you can."

Not only was our victim
part of the crime lab,

I'm thinking so was our killer.

Harlan Porter.

This is our investigative team
on the Jessica Drake murder.

All the evidence will be processed
by the people in this room

and only by the people in this room.

We start over on everything.

Chain of custody of evidence
stays within this group.

If something needs to go to DNA,

one of us drops it off,
oversees the analysis,

and then retrieves the results.

If the killer had access to
trace evidence we collected

from the scene, it could
already be compromised.

So pay attention and
triple-check all your results.

Are the other lab techs
still being questioned?

It just seems, you know, we've
decided guilt by job description,

and Harlan seems like
our primary suspect.

You think he did it, Adam?

Uh, no.

Do you know who did?

No.

We have a responsibility
to Jessica Drake.

Someone in this lab thinks
they have the advantage.

If it's Harlan, we'll prove it;
if it's not...

then we continue to do our job.

There's an unspoken rule of
trust within these walls.

That gets broken...
it's inexcusable.

This is personal for Mac, Adam.

He's not gonna treat
anyone with kid gloves.

Well, it's personal for me, too.

More than anybody in this room,

I spend the most time
with the lab techs.

I- I started where they did.

They don't want to be
treated with kid gloves.

They just want to be
treated with respect.

Look, Jessica, um...

she's not just another girl
in a white lab coat.

Okay? She was a friend.

♪ I wait alone
where you left me ♪

♪ Still feel the weight of your
breath where you kissed me ♪

♪ You kissed me ♪

♪ I don't want to feel like
the failure that you see ♪

♪ I don't want to lose you
to the light ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ I don't want to lose you
to the light. ♪

Hey, Doc.
You got a second?

- Sure.
- Trace you lifted off the vic's coat

- from the scene...
- Yeah, looked like

a piece of a stick...
no trees around,

so I figured it might be
transfer from our killer.

- Okay, you should take a look at it.
- Okay.

Is that an eye?

As in an eyeball, right?

Yeah, okay, good, I thought
I was going crazy.

Looks like a stick with an eyeball.

Bring up the view on the monitor.

Phasmatodea.
Stick insects.

Except this one's dead,
and it's not indigenous

to New York City in 20-below
temperatures in the winter

and in the snow.

So where'd it come from?

Exactly.

All right, here I am.

I'm coming to the rescue, 'cause
it looks like you have wrinkles

- all over your forehead...
- It's not a wrinkle.

It's a frown.

Well, you're looking a
little bit perplexed, okay?

- What are you working on here?
- All right, from all the tread patterns

we found on the landing
at the crime scene...

I determined which ones
belong to our vic.

Okay?

These here.
They're consistent

with the shoes Jessica was wearing,

and they overlap, which
would indicate a struggle.

So now I'm just trying to figure out

which ones belong to our killer.
So you're looking for an erratic

movement pattern that would
also indicate a struggle.

- Yes. - All right, well, this
isn't how you should do it.

- Oh, is this you coming to my rescue?
- Yeah, 'cause I think

you're disregarding one very
important fact about the scene.

Oh, what might that be?

The brownstone is vacant,
and a real estate agent

could be showing it to
potential renters, right?

I hate it when you're right.

Shall I continue?

- Please.
- All right.

Eliminate all the tread
patterns that move

toward the door of the brownstone

and then back out again...
these would suggest

that the apartment
was shown that day

and are not connected
to our murder, yeah?

- Three patterns remain.
- Okay.

Looks like we got two
large-size work boots,

which I would safely
say belong to men.

These shoes here are small
and appear to be heels,

so they got to belong to
a woman... not to mention,

there's nothing sporadic
about the movement

- suggesting a struggle.
- Right, and Jo said

that Sid found a subdermal
bruising pattern

- that came from a fraternity ring.
- Yeah, so we can eliminate

- the woman altogether.
- Right.

Leaves us with two big-footed men.

Which, actually, is compatible
with the calculations

of the probable height of the
person who took our photo. Boom.

Six foot one.
I'm good, right?!

Messer.

Yep, I'm on my way.

Flack's got Harlan Porter and the
connection to Phi Gamma Alpha.

That was nice.
Good work, babe.

Where you been, Harlan?

Nowhere.

We been calling you all morning.

Your friends are getting worried.

Yeah, well, not answering
your phone isn't a crime.

You work night shift in the
crime lab, right?

Ballistics.
I'm the robot that updates IBIS

with the bullets you guys
recover from scenes.

You got size-11 shoe,
and you're about six one, yeah?

So?

And you're also a member of the
Phi Gamma Alpha fraternity.

- So?
- So you know what else

doesn't look good for you, Harlan,

is your signature on a property
requisition for evidence.

Why'd you ask for the
Lana Gregory file?

I've never been down there;
I didn't sign for anything.

You might want to get that signature
checked out in Questionable Documents.

Let's talk about the bruising
on Jessica Drake's wrists.

Harlan?

I was trying to help her.

Sometimes I don't know

my own strength, but she was
goofing around, you know?

Had too much to drink,
both of them did.

What, who's "both of them"?

Jessica and Kim...
we went out to celebrate.

We all passed the Crim exam.

Before I know it,
they're up on the bar

dancing like idiots.

I pulled Jessica off the bar.

She shouldn't have
been acting like that.

That's the kind of crap Kim did.

Anyway, Jessica got kind
of ticked off at me.

She said I pulled her too
hard and hurt her wrist.

- And then what?
- And then nothing.

What'd you do, you went home?

No.
They-they left me at the bar.

I ordered a coffee,
and I rode the train.

I just...
I just rode the train.

I felt bad.

- Bad enough to kill her?
- What?

You gave her the
nickname "Lana."

And you took her life the same way
that woman died years ago.

No, no, no, no.
I wouldn't do that.

I didn't... do that.

I felt bad because we
got into an argument,

and because she left
before I got a chance

to tell her how I felt.

I never got the chance
to tell her that I loved her.

I never told her.

So, you didn't bother to
mention to Detective Flack

that you were with Jessica and
Harlan the night she was killed.

I didn't want to get
Harlan in trouble.

Why would that information
get Harlan in trouble?

He was supposed to be at work.

Jessica talked Harlan into sneaking out...
just one drink.

- Kind of lasted longer than that.
- So it sounds like

Jessica liked Harlan more
than anyone thought.

I kept telling her that
she was leading him on

and that it wouldn't end well.

- Was she going to end it?
- I don't know.

But if she did end it,
you were thinking that

he would be upset
and might do something?

Look, I'm not trying to give you
the wrong impression.

He's a nice guy.
I don't think Harlan

would ever do anything
to hurt Jessica.

So after you two left him...
where did you go?

We didn't leave him.

I left them.
I went home.

Phasmatodea.

An insect that looks like a stick.

It's the trace that Hawkes recovered
from Jessica Drake's clothing.

Now, this particular
species that he found

can't survive in New York
at this time of year.

Then I realized you
said you were looking

for someone who works
in the lab, and, well...

- EDNA's the answer.
- Well,

I'm assuming, Adam,
you're not suggesting

- EDNA is a suspect.
- I have a theory.

I checked on all the cases
that we're investigating,

and not one of them involved
the analysis of insects.

However, insects were part of
the most recent EDNA update,

and it occurred on
the day of the night

that Jessica Drake was killed.

Three lab techs were
assigned that duty.

Jessica was not one of them.

All women.

You just narrowed down
our suspect pool.

Is the integrity of
the lab compromised?

Let me make something perfectly clear.

The integrity of the NYPD
Crime Lab is not compromised.

Lab techs have returned to their
jobs, cases are being handled,

evidence analyzed as before.

Detective Taylor, is it
true the district attorney

is concerned that verdicts
could be overturned

once we learn the killer's identity?

I've assured the D.A. and the mayor

that we will be
completely transparent.

Any evidence previously
analyzed or handled

by our suspect...
will be reported.

No further comment.

(reporters shouting questions

Can I help you?

I was hoping I could help you.

I'm Detective Paul Burton.

Lead investigator on the
Lana Gregory murder case.

I was 22 years old when
I was assigned to that case.

Retired ten years ago
without an answer.

It's not something I'm proud of.

We're trying to find a connection
between the two crimes.

I don't imagine you're
having much luck.

No.

You said you're here to help me?

A simple question, really.

Do you happen to know

what shade of lipstick
your victim was wearing?

You know, I had to do
fingerprint searches by hand

when I began
as an investigator.

DNA...

that stood for Do Not Analyze.

Well, despite all this
spectacular technology, Paul,

I'm still looking for my killer.

You know, I do get some satisfaction

in knowing that sometimes the
old-fashioned way still works.

We recovered our victim's
handbag at the scene.

We didn't find any tube of lipstick.

My guess is the killer applied it.

I removed the murder
weapon, Detective.

It's a paper spike.

She's so young.

You know, I read in the
paper this morning

a reporter's account of the crime.

It described the victim's
vivid red lipstick.

Lana wore a particular shade
of red lipstick that night.

All the crime scene photographs
were in black and white,

and it wasn't a detail that was
shared in any crime report.

In fact, it was a bet within
the secretaries' pool.

Well, I've already washed debris

from the body and taken
photographs, but we can certainly

make an attempt at recovering traces

- of the lipstick that may remain.
So if the lipstick color

is a match to what Lana Gregory
wore, our killer knew someone

who knew that information.

Stormy Red.

That's the shade you're looking for.

Why doesn't Flack

bring our three suspects
in for questioning?

'Cause Mac wanted to prove
the case with evidence,

not hope for a confession.

Okay, so we only have one woman's
shoe prints at the scene.

And the movement
of her tread pattern

doesn't indicate a struggle.

There's no other reason
for anyone to be

up on that landing except
to either view the apartment

or to be involved in the murder.

Okay, the female shoe prints do not go

to the door...
so I say it's our killer.

Jessica's murder was
definitely a premeditated crime,

the killer had a particular desire

to have the crime scene look
like Lana Gregory's murder,

so maybe she did a dry run.

Which could explain why
the female shoe prints

weren't sporadic...
our killer showed up there

earlier to case the
scene of the crime.

And that's why she was
just walking back and forth.

Because she has knowledge

of forensic investigation,
she more than likely

went back and eliminated
the shoe prints

from the time of the murder,
and was certainly helped

by that fresh falling snow.

But she forgot that she was
already there earlier that day.

Well, we can't use it in court.

But we could build a profile,
you know... a woman,

- size seven shoe, six one.
- We're off

to a really bad start there, buddy.

Not one of our suspects
fits that profile.

None are that tall.

High heels.
High heels.

Stormy Red.

That's a lipstick color...
but you know that.

Very popular in the late '50s.

It's the color that Lana Gregory
wore the night she was murdered.

Not many people knew that.

It's the color that you
applied to Jessica's lips

right after you killed her.
Jessica was my best friend.

I didn't kill her.

Yes, you did, Kim!
You were jealous.

I was not interested in Harlan!

- You're right... it's not about Harlan.
- You knew

there were only two positions
for a grade-two tech.

You knew the competition was tough,

and you thought, "If I could
just eliminate the problem."

The Lana Gregory
murder was a perfect cover.

The brownstone was vacant, you
heard Harlan telling the stories,

and your grandmother, who
worked in the secretary pool,

told you what color
lipstick she was wearing.

It was your grandmother
who inspired you

to go into law enforcement.

You wrote a sentimental story about it

- on your job application.
- I doubt she'd be too proud

of what you've done now.

I'm not guilty of anything.

You transferred trace from
EDNA to Jessica's clothing.

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♪ MAN: Don't be shy, girls.

Harlan did it!

I left them alone.

We found this in your apartment, Kim.

It's the original murder weapon...
it was missing from evidence.

You scribbled Harlan's
signature in property.

You tried to frame him!

You knew you had to be

in the top three for that
criminalist position,

and you wanted it badly.

I was smarter than Jessica!

I had been here longer.

I had done more work.
I could see what was going to happen.

Even you were captivated by her!

I'm Jessica Drake.
I usually work the night shift.

I'm just subbing for a friend.

Everyone would just...
fall in love with those eyes.

And suddenly, it was
as if no one else existed.

She knew what she was doing!

But-but I had changed my mind,
I... I wasn't gonna do it.

I left that at home,
forgot about the plan.

And then...
and then it was there.

Like a message.

♪ ♪

Oh, my God! Oh!

I'm so sor...
geez, I'm so sorry.

♪ My ride is hot,
I never want to stop ♪

♪ 'Cause when I drop my top,
all the boys go pop... ♪

I told Jessica that the old
Lana Gregory place was empty...

that we should go check
out the crime scene.

It's weird.

Harlan's right.

You kind of look like her.

What are you doing?

It was so easy after that.

Easy?

Taking Jessica's life may
have been easy for you,

but living with it...
that's gonna be hell, I promise you.

You're really gonna try to solve it?

The cold case guys have
exhausted every clue.

Then whoever did this
will never see me coming.

You really wearing that?

What?

I thought you said you
were seeing Christine.

I said I was seeing an old friend

and her family...
what's wrong with my suit?

It's a suit.

Oh, Mac, you just got
to jazz it up a little.

Like, get rid of this whole
coat-and-tie thing.

You need to wear
something that says...

Well, I don't know what it
should say, but that isn't it.

Don't you have a murder to solve?

I'm just trying to help
you with your love life.

Well, good night, Jo.

At least lose the tie.

I don't know how to thank you
for putting up with all this.

Oh, it wasn't bad.

Your family's great.

It's nice to see them again.

Come on, it was a nightmare.

Okay, it was a challenge.

Your Uncle Max has excellent
interrogation skills.

He kept me occupied for 40 minutes.

Sorry. I have to confess
something, you know...

it was all part of
my own selfish plan.

I mean, I thought if I brought you,
then I wouldn't have to hear

about the perfect guy that
they have in mind for me

and how terrible it is that I'm alone

and that they'd be so
interested in talking to you,

they'd forget about the perils
of my life for one evening.

Did it work?

No.

Well... you're in a room full of
a lot of people who love you.

That's all that matters.

Yeah, I know.

But they're killing me.

Well, look at 'em.

They're watching every move we make.

Do you want to get out of here?

I know a place that serves
a mean peach cobbler.

Aren't you hosting this party?

Does it look like
I'm hosting this party?

Okay.

But... why don't we give them
something to talk about?

♪ ♪

I'm... sorry.

That was me.

I- I didn't mean to do that.

I mean, I didn't mind doing that.
Um...

I'll just, uh, I'll get our coats.

Okay.

Okay.

♪ ♪