Crossing Jordan (2001–2007): Season 1, Episode 23 - Secrets & Lies: Part 2 - full transcript
You know who I am, don't you?
I got your message.
I found the fingerprint.
What do you want from me?
You left things on my car.
You led me around by the nose,
now tell me what comes next.
You murdering son of a bitch,
tell me what you know about her.
Tell me!
I know who killed your mother.
What?
What did you say?
I said, what did you say?
Tell me, you son of a bitch!
I know who killed your mother.
Who? Who did it?
No.
First you help
me, then I tell you.
Help you what?
Get outta here.
(SCOFFING) What are you
talking about? How can I do that?
I didn't kill my
wife and my kids.
I was framed.
I need you to prove it.
After you do, I'll lead
you to your mother's killer.
Why am I supposed
to believe you?
I gave you the fingerprint of a guy
you've been chasing for 22 years.
You couldn't have known
my mother when she was here.
How did you find her hairclip?
(CHUCKLING) That was easy.
Oh, by the way, I left
you another present.
Look,
I'm a powerless person.
I got no money, no resources.
All I got is what I know.
It's a business proposition.
I got something to sell,
something you're willing to buy.
(DOOR OPENING)
MAN: Is there a problem here?
No.
I'm gonna have to
ask you to leave now.
(CAR BEEPS)
(SNIFFLING)
MAX ON TAPE: Hi, sweetheart.
Just thought you'd like to have some
of your favorites to keep you company.
I miss you, baby.
Oh, and there's someone here
who wants to say something.
YOUNG JORDAN: I miss you,
Mommy. Please come home soon.
(MUSIC PLAYING)
(EMILY SINGING SOMEONE
TO WATCH OVER ME)
The one to watch
Over me
Not again.
My sentiments exactly.
Sorry, I was just
talking to myself.
It's perfectly normal, like
sleeping in your clothes.
Is there something
you want, Garret?
I asked you not to go
back to Summit View.
Actually, it sounded
more like an order.
You want to tell
me what's going on?
No.
You know, you make it
tough sometimes, Jordan,
not just to be your
boss, to be your friend.
Last time I checked,
you didn't have that many.
Would have thought
pink was more your color.
Uh, it's, uh... It's not what it
looks like. I, uh... I broke a nail.
Yeah, don't worry about it.
Your secret's safe with me.
Anyway, I didn't come here
to discuss your proclivities.
I know that look.
What look is that?
The "let me see if I can slam my head
against this wall without feeling it" look.
Haven't you been in
enough trouble lately?
Actually, I'm just
getting started.
(CHUCKLES)
(SIGHING) And I guess you
want to drag me down with you.
I cannot tell a lie, Woody.
I need a favor, and
no questions asked.
My favorite kind.
And I guess you expect me to just
roll over and do what you say, is that it?
Even though you
know it's gonna be
my ass that's handed
back to me on a platter?
Is that what you expect?
Here we go.
Herman Redding.
The murders occurred
on July 9th, '91.
31-year-old Jane
Redding, his wife,
4-year-old son and
6-year-old daughter.
The bodies were never found.
And the D.A. still
got a conviction?
No.
Looks like he stopped talking
before they could formally charge him.
Clammed up right after they
found the murder weapon.
How convenient.
Kitchen knife, his
fingerprints, their blood.
Enough to have
him dead to rights.
Jordan, what's this all about?
I can't tell you.
You can't or you won't?
Both.
Look, uh, who was the
lead detective on that case?
Harcourt.
Lou Harcourt?
You know him?
(CHUCKLING) Well,
well. Jordan Cavanaugh.
Heard you were back in town.
Gee, word sure
travels fast around here.
Still good looking.
And you're still fat.
Same old Cavanaugh
wit. Just like your old man.
Let's just leave my old
man out of this, all right?
Been a lot a years.
He's not still sore, is he?
For helping to get him fired?
Look, I got a few questions
for you about an old case.
Herman Redding.
What about it?
I'm looking for some answers. There
still seem to be a lot of questions.
Well, it depends on whether
you buy his version of the story.
And which version is that?
Two intruders break into his house
in the middle of the night, stab him,
slaughter his wife and
kids, hide the bodies.
No motive, no prints, except...
I mean, I spent 20 hours
grilling the creep in interrogation.
He was as sane as you or me.
But he never confessed, did he?
He's no dummy. He ups and vegges
out the minute we find the murder weapon.
The shrinks diagnosed it as
catatonic dissociative state.
My ass.
The freak's been pulling the wool
over people's eyes for the last 10 years.
It's fine with me.
Let him rot in there.
Listen, I want everything you've got
on this case. Files, evidence, whatever.
Sorry. Files are confidential.
You're not gonna give
me anything, are you?
No, except a word of advice.
Stay away from it.
I can't do it.
Sure, you can.
You do it.
What's the big deal? Bug, you tell
people how their loved ones die every day.
Yeah, but this one is different.
What if I start to laugh?
Oh, come on,
it's not that funny.
(SCOFFS)
Okay, it's funny.
Okay, not you, not me. Who?
There's really no way to
sugarcoat this, Mrs. Dunham.
Leon blew himself up.
I don't understand. How?
Apparently, while
you were at work,
Leon consumed a
large quantity of beer.
He loved his beer.
Yes, I guess he did.
It seems that he
drank two six-packs,
then attempted to shoot a raccoon
from your porch with his rifle.
You're kidding?
Apparently, he managed
to force the raccoon
into a drainage pipe at
the edge of your property.
He then poured an entire five-gallon
can of gasoline into the pipe,
lit a match and dropped it in.
What a way to go.
That's not what
did it, actually.
See, the match went
out when it hit the liquid.
So?
So, he crawled in the
pipe and lit another one,
just to make sure.
We're pretty sure that he was
dead before he hit the ground.
Man, she is good.
Didn't even crack a smile.
Hey, I'm looking
for Lily Lebowski.
May I ask what
this is regarding?
I'm Andy, her brother.
I need to talk to her right now.
Is there a problem?
Oh, yeah. There's
a problem, all right.
I've been calling her for two weeks
now. She hasn't called me back.
Is everything okay?
Our mom needs her
to come back home.
Well, I'm sure she
could take a few days off.
No. For good.
(PHONE RINGING)
Cavanaugh.
Dad. Uh, no, I'm just,
uh, doing some work.
Tonight?
No, I'm not trying to
avoid you. It's all right.
Dad, stop apologizing.
I've gotta get back
to work. I'll see you.
Just had an unfortunate conversation
with Kirk Snyder from the D.A.'s Office.
They got a call from
a Detective Harcourt
about a 10-year-old case
you're digging around in.
Wow. Took him almost as
long as it did to rat out my dad.
He gave me a lecture
about controlling my people.
You can't imagine how
much I enjoyed that.
What's going on, Jordan?
Just sitting at my
desk doing my work.
The hell you are. This is
about your mother's case.
I don't know how
yet, but I know it is.
It's why you went back to
Summit View, isn't that right?
It's none of your business.
Look at you.
You're not eating,
you're not sleeping.
Last time I saw you like this...
Was when I was fired.
It's starting all
over again, isn't it?
Isn't it?
(POP MUSIC PLAYING)
(EMILY SINGING)
I hope that he
Turns out to be
(SHOWER RUNNING)
Someone who'll watch
Over me
I'm a little lamb
I've hit a dead end.
I need you to tell me
your side of the story.
It was 2:26 in the morning.
I know, 'cause I saw the clock
when I woke up on the couch.
I'd fallen asleep
watching Johnny Carson.
That's when I heard the scream.
I grabbed the first thing I could find,
and I started toward the bedroom.
Then he was on me.
I felt the knife go in my side.
He hit me from behind,
and everything went dark.
When I woke up, my wife
and my kids were gone.
And you wonder why
people didn't believe you.
Yeah, well, it really doesn't
matter what you believe, does it?
What matters is that you
find out who framed me.
Tell me where I go from here.
The knife.
It's all about the knife.
A little hungry?
Research. They're
tax deductible.
Here. Research for what?
I'm going into the
pizza business.
Pizza business?
Aw, clams?
Must be a Boston thing.
I wasn't avoiding you, Andy.
Oh, really? Then what
do you call it then?
Mom says you haven't
talked to her in like a month.
I won't go back to
Punxsutawney. I can't.
And I'm not taking care of Mom and
that stupid store anymore. It's not fair.
You got your dream.
You got all... this.
I work in a morgue, Andrew!
Yeah, well, it's a hell of a lot better
than selling luggage your whole life.
Mom is driving me crazy.
She still thinks we can compete with
those guys in the mall. We're dying.
And now it's my turn to get out.
What are you saying?
Every day I watch people walk
out of the store with bags I sold them,
going places I'll never go,
doing things that I will never do.
I'm really good at
making pizzas, Lily.
I got a book on
it and everything.
Pizza. It's my future.
I'm heading to New
York to strike it rich.
Wait a minute,
Andy. You left Mom?
Yup.
Stuffed everything I could
into a dual-sided, deluxe mobile
with a retractable handle
and hopped on a bus.
But she can't be alone.
You know how she is.
Exactly.
Bus ticket. Now
you got no excuse.
I got your page.
So where's the fire?
I need the knife.
What?
From the Redding murders.
Why are you asking
me? I don't have it.
Yeah, I know. It's in
the evidence storage.
I need you to
sign it out for me.
Are you kidding?
Jordan, this is not a game.
And if you know
what's good for you,
you'll drop this whole
stupid thing right now.
So, you're not
even gonna help me.
No, I am not gonna help you.
Harcourt almost
tore me a new one
when he found that I
helped you get that file.
I help you, I get in trouble.
Well, too bad, 'cause right now
it's the only kind of help I need.
M.E.'s office, buzz me in?
Sure, soon as I see your 6-80.
6-80?
Permission to enter the evidence
warehouse and access its contents.
You need a form 6-80
signed by the D.A.'s office.
Detective Harcourt
didn't call you?
I've been here
all day. No calls.
Lou Harcourt? 14th floor?
Oh, come on, man.
Just buzz me in.
(SARCASTICALLY)
No 6-80, no buzz, man.
How long ago did she leave?
Ten minutes. Buzz me in.
(DOOR BUZZING)
Son of a...
Take off your
coat, you're staying.
Anyone ever tell
you you're a killjoy?
All the time.
Rumor mill's working
overtime around here.
Just what kind of
trouble are you in?
I'm not sure yet.
Just like old times, eh?
Not that you should be
nostalgic for any of that.
This isn't like that.
Good.
'Cause I'd miss you around here.
I'm all right.
Yeah? Really.
I just need someone to help
me who's got a "can do" attitude.
Well, I'm your guy.
What you got?
Let me guess, kitchen accident.
Chopping carrots, perhaps?
Murder weapon.
I need to know what
prints are on it... Yeah.
Whose blood that is, how
old it is, where it came from.
Sounds like several
hours’ worth of work.
Yes, it does.
And don't tell Macy.
Lily, here's the autopsy
schedule for tomorrow.
Oh, thank you.
So Nigel told me you handled
the notification on Leon Dunham.
Mmm. It must have been
tough to keep a straight face.
No. I take that kind
of thing very seriously.
I haven't been studying
for two years for nothing.
Studying?
Um, counseling.
I've been taking a
correspondence course
in clinical psychology
for two years now.
You're kidding.
I had no idea you
were so overqualified.
Yeah, well, maybe I'm not too overqualified
to sell luggage. What do you think?
I'm sorry?
Never mind. I'm gonna
go post this. Excuse me.
Yeah, I know, I'm a lousy shot,
but I make up for
it by being short.
I don't need shrinking,
Howard. I'm fine.
I don't think you are.
Oh, and how do you know that?
First of all, you
look like hell.
Second of all, when was
the last time you slept?
This is none of your business.
Well, it is, actually. You see,
you're my assignment now.
Tell you what, whatever
they're paying you,
I will double it if
you leave right now.
Well, not that I couldn't
use the extra cash,
but, uh, I don't think
we'd get away with it.
What's that?
It's a prescription
so you can sleep.
I don't need sleep.
They're back, aren't they?
I don't know what
you're talking about.
The dreams, they've come back.
Still climbing that
staircase, aren't you?
I can handle the dreams, okay?
Don't worry about it.
(SCOFFS)
I think we both remember what
happened the last time you said that.
(MUSIC PLAYING)
JORDAN: What am I looking at?
NIGEL: The blood
from your knife,
100 times magnification and brought to
you in living color by the Axio Imaging 2.
It's one of my new toys.
How many different blood types?
Three. And if I could get
some DNA samples from
the victims, I might
be able to match them.
The victims were never found.
Oh. That should make
that rather difficult then.
Look, I don't know
what to tell you, Jordan.
Uh, I've run every
test I can on this knife.
What about EDTA?
Except for that one.
Blood preservatives, eh?
You're thinking
frame job, aren't you?
Maybe.
Well, if any preservatives are
present, this dye will bond to it.
There it is.
My guess is this blood is from
a vial labeled as "evidence".
And that was before it
ended up on the knife.
Gee, I wonder how that happened?
You're leaving, aren't you?
How do you... I
met your brother.
Oh.
Maybe this is for the best.
I mean, things were starting to
get weird around here anyway.
And there's nothing anyone
can do to change your mind?
No.
I don't think so.
So, uh, what are you gonna do?
Go home, see if I can sell
what's left of the family business.
Take care of a few things.
Try to find another job.
I see.
I was hoping I could get you to
write me a letter of recommendation.
Yeah, of course.
I'd be honored.
Have you, um, told Dr. Macy yet?
No.
I was just writing
him a little letter.
I've got a autopsy
I've got to get to.
I'm gonna miss you, Lily.
You know how many laws
you've broken in the last 24 hours?
Herman Redding was framed for
the murders of his wife and kids.
Get outta here. What
are you talking about?
You know exactly
what I'm talking about.
The blood on this knife had already
been processed through the lab.
We know Redding's talking again.
We know you've been
there. He's playing you.
That doesn't change the facts.
You framed him.
You probably planted
the knife, too, didn't you?
No.
Then who did?
You don't want to know.
Who was it?
You're on the wrong side
of this one, sweetheart.
Tell me!
Ask your father.
(HEAVY RAIN FALLING)
(DOOR CLOSING)
What are you doing here?
Herman Redding.
Yeah, remember him?
The guy you framed for murder.
Or were there just so many
of them that you lost track?
What is this, Jordan?
He's the one who
gave me the fingerprint.
Now, I don't know if one thing has
anything to do with the other, but, uh,
I'm starting to get
pretty damn suspicious.
I have no idea what
you're talking about.
You planted the knife
two days after the crime.
The blood evidence was faked.
This is way more
complicated than you know.
Stop lying to me!
You framed him!
The man was a monster!
Slaughtered his wife and kids.
He was about to walk.
We did what we had to do.
Aw, don't go getting
self-righteous on me.
Sometimes cops have
got to be a little creative.
You know that.
I'm going to the D.A. with this.
No, you're not, Jordan.
You weren't born yesterday.
No, I'm telling them
everything I know.
You know what kind of
trouble I'm in if you do that?
You should have thought of
that before you broke the law!
I don't believe anything
you say to me anymore.
For all I know,
everything has been a lie!
What the hell are
you talking about?
You lied to me about my mother!
About her being
in an institution.
And someone was
trying to kill her.
For all I know, it
could have been you.
All right, now
you're talking crazy!
Oh, yeah. I lived with
that woman 15 years,
the depression, the anger.
I protected you from it, 'cause I
thought it was the right thing to do.
She was a sick woman, Jordan.
And I protected her from
a lot more than herself.
You want the truth?
I'll give you the truth.
Your mother was a
crazy, paranoid, delu...
(DOOR SLAMS)
Jordan.
I think I'm losing my mind.
You're not becoming
your mother, Jordan.
That's just not how it works.
Mental illness runs in families.
My mom was exactly my
age when she started to lose it.
I mean, what if I'm like
some kinda ticking time bomb,
genetically
predetermined to go off?
You know, there's a clinical term
called "complicated bereavement".
To cope with the pain of a loss,
the attempt is made to
resurrect the person you've lost
by becoming them.
Sounds like I'm nuts.
Well, I wouldn't
quarrel with you there.
I hit my dad, for God's sake.
Well, that was a
reaction to the moment.
You'll apologize
to him. It'll be fine.
I don't know what
to believe anymore.
I think I'm starting
to see things.
Well, how long is it
since you've slept?
Couple days.
Because of the dreams?
Yeah.
They're not gonna go away
unless you deal with them.
They always do.
Eventually.
That door at the
top of the stairs,
it's been closed for 22 years.
I think it's time you
found out what's behind it.
Just start at the beginning,
the first image you remember.
Every dream's
a little different,
but it's always in the house.
Always at night.
It's quiet,
except for the singing.
It's my mother's voice.
She used to sing it to
me a lot when I was little.
(SINGING) Someone
to watch over me
I see my dad.
He's standing in
the kitchen doorway.
There's something in his hands.
He's staring down at it.
STILES: What is it?
I don't know. It's
always different.
Look closer.
JORDAN: It's a gun.
STILES: What's he doing with it?
He's taking out the bullets,
he doesn't want them in the gun.
Why?
I don't know.
Yes, you do.
To protect me.
Good.
So, what happens next?
I'm drawn to the voice.
(EMILY SINGING)
I want it to comfort me.
I need to be closer to it.
It's coming from the bathroom.
She's in there.
I'm at the top of the stairs.
I don't usually get this far.
STILES: What do you see?
What is it?
JORDAN: Water.
EMILY: (SINGING)
I'm a little lamb
Who's lost in the wood
(SCREAMING)
Jordan,
what did you see?
What was it?
I gotta go.
Jordan.
(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)
Oh, Doctor Cavanaugh, you got a
bunch of messages from Dr. Stiles.
He sounded really concerned.
And, uh, you're wanted
in the conference room.
Let me guess. I'm in trouble.
Did someone's hamster die?
You remember Mr. Snyder
from the D.A.'s office.
He was just filling me in on your
discovery in the Redding case.
Good.
Saved me having to call him.
I have to admit, the D.A. is slightly
confused by this series of events.
It's a sensitive case,
you understand.
Nothing sensitive about it.
The man was framed. Drop
the charges and release him.
He was never tried
on the charges.
So?
The fabrication of evidence
constitutes a denial of due process.
We'll never be able to try
him again for the murders.
Bill of Rights can be a bitch.
He's guilty.
Maybe.
Maybe not.
Jordan, if you go through with
this, your father will be charged
with felony
obstruction of justice.
Are you willing
to let that happen?
Your reputation leaves a lot
to be desired, Dr. Cavanaugh.
There's a shock.
We're not above dragging your
past into the courtroom if need be.
I'm sure the jury would be very
interested in the psychiatric evaluation
from your last
tenure here in Boston.
MACY: Wait, wait,
wait, just hold it a minute.
That's a confidential file.
There's no reason to...
It's called a subpoena.
No one's gonna
subpoena anything.
She stole police property.
I will not let her screw up a case that
we have waited 10 years to prosecute.
I'll have her fired for this.
As long as I'm still
her boss, I'll be the
one who decides who
gets fired around here.
Is that clear?
Release Herman
Redding immediately
or I go to the press
with everything I know.
You forgetting something?
Your end of the bargain.
There's a cabin in Vermont, six
miles outside of Prospect Rock,
on Route 18 at the end of
Mill Road where the dirt stops.
If you leave now,
you'll get there by dark.
What am I looking for?
After you go through the
front door, walk five paces,
look down, you'll find it there.
Bug.
What do you want?
Did you know Lily resigned?
Yeah.
Why didn't you tell me?
It's not really my job, is it?
But I hope you're happy.
What's that supposed to mean?
Where's she going?
Back home to Pennsylvania,
taking a bus in half an hour.
Lily, you didn't say goodbye.
Oh, I didn't know how to.
I'm sorry, Garret.
I just didn't want to wake
up one day with regrets.
If I leave now, maybe
I won't have any.
Listen, I can't let you resign.
I mean, for certain
political reasons,
it just doesn't look good. You know, it
reflects poorly on me, you understand?
No, I don't, but...
So, I'm firing you.
Oh, I see.
And offering you a
position with full benefits.
Comes out to about
a 100% raise in pay.
What?
Listen, we need
somebody at the morgue
with a kind face to
deal with people in grief.
Sort of a social worker to
see them through a tough time.
And I can't think of anybody
better for that than you.
I want you to stay, Lily.
Is this about the
job or about us?
I'm not sure, maybe both.
(BUS STARTING)
The bus is leaving. I have
to go home and see my mom.
Will you think about the offer?
I don't know.
Okay.
So, if you're not
interested, just get on
the bus and don't look
back. I'll understand.
Goodbye, Garret.
Goodbye, Lily.
(RATTLING)
(DOOR CREAKING)
(SCREAMS) Whoa! It's
me, it's me, it's me, it's me!
How'd you get here?
I followed you.
If you'd just told me
what you were doing in
the first place. What
are you doing out here?
Looking for answers.
Answers to what?
My mother's murder.
Okay, stop, stop.
It's his wife and kids.
He used me.
Okay, you were
never here, Jordan.
Okay, you understand me?
You were never here and
you never saw any of this.
Okay? I'm gonna take
care of this, Jordan.
I was just going through your psychiatric
evaluation from when I fired you,
looking for some answers.
They're not in there.
Maybe the D.A.'s office
will have better luck.
I've known you for eight years
now, and I still don't understand you.
But you're the single most
gifted M.E. I've ever worked with.
You care more, you give more,
I think you actually enjoy it more.
That's why it pains
me to have to do this.
I'm suspending you for a month.
Suspending me?
Yeah, go home, go away, whatever.
Just get your priorities straight.
We'll deal with the D.A.'s
office when you get back.
That's not gonna work for me.
I'm not giving you a choice.
You're not suspending me,
'cause I quit.
No. No, that's not fair.
We've been through too much
for you to pull this on me, Jordan.
(SIGHS)
I'd do anything to help
you, you know that.
Don't beat yourself up, Garret.
I'm not worth it.
See, that's the difference
between you and me.
'Cause I always
thought you were.
(MUSIC PLAYING)
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
Going someplace?
You're going after
him, aren't you?
He knows who killed my mother.
You're never gonna find him.
We'll see.
He played you,
Jordan. Think about this.
Those two murders out
at the mental hospital,
my guess is he was
responsible for those, too.
And if he's smart, he is long gone
by now, probably out of the country.
Then it's gonna be a long
trip. Now, if you'll excuse me.
Hey, Jordan. I thought
we were friends.
I thought we were
getting to know each other.
There's some things
you can't ever know.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Just talk to me about it.
Please.
I can't.
I'll help you find him.
What?
I'll go with you.
We'll do this together.
That's crazy.
You don't have to ask
for my help, Jordan.
I'll give it to you.
I can be your friend.
I was only 10.
What?
It's not fair.
I got your message.
I found the fingerprint.
What do you want from me?
You left things on my car.
You led me around by the nose,
now tell me what comes next.
You murdering son of a bitch,
tell me what you know about her.
Tell me!
I know who killed your mother.
What?
What did you say?
I said, what did you say?
Tell me, you son of a bitch!
I know who killed your mother.
Who? Who did it?
No.
First you help
me, then I tell you.
Help you what?
Get outta here.
(SCOFFING) What are you
talking about? How can I do that?
I didn't kill my
wife and my kids.
I was framed.
I need you to prove it.
After you do, I'll lead
you to your mother's killer.
Why am I supposed
to believe you?
I gave you the fingerprint of a guy
you've been chasing for 22 years.
You couldn't have known
my mother when she was here.
How did you find her hairclip?
(CHUCKLING) That was easy.
Oh, by the way, I left
you another present.
Look,
I'm a powerless person.
I got no money, no resources.
All I got is what I know.
It's a business proposition.
I got something to sell,
something you're willing to buy.
(DOOR OPENING)
MAN: Is there a problem here?
No.
I'm gonna have to
ask you to leave now.
(CAR BEEPS)
(SNIFFLING)
MAX ON TAPE: Hi, sweetheart.
Just thought you'd like to have some
of your favorites to keep you company.
I miss you, baby.
Oh, and there's someone here
who wants to say something.
YOUNG JORDAN: I miss you,
Mommy. Please come home soon.
(MUSIC PLAYING)
(EMILY SINGING SOMEONE
TO WATCH OVER ME)
The one to watch
Over me
Not again.
My sentiments exactly.
Sorry, I was just
talking to myself.
It's perfectly normal, like
sleeping in your clothes.
Is there something
you want, Garret?
I asked you not to go
back to Summit View.
Actually, it sounded
more like an order.
You want to tell
me what's going on?
No.
You know, you make it
tough sometimes, Jordan,
not just to be your
boss, to be your friend.
Last time I checked,
you didn't have that many.
Would have thought
pink was more your color.
Uh, it's, uh... It's not what it
looks like. I, uh... I broke a nail.
Yeah, don't worry about it.
Your secret's safe with me.
Anyway, I didn't come here
to discuss your proclivities.
I know that look.
What look is that?
The "let me see if I can slam my head
against this wall without feeling it" look.
Haven't you been in
enough trouble lately?
Actually, I'm just
getting started.
(CHUCKLES)
(SIGHING) And I guess you
want to drag me down with you.
I cannot tell a lie, Woody.
I need a favor, and
no questions asked.
My favorite kind.
And I guess you expect me to just
roll over and do what you say, is that it?
Even though you
know it's gonna be
my ass that's handed
back to me on a platter?
Is that what you expect?
Here we go.
Herman Redding.
The murders occurred
on July 9th, '91.
31-year-old Jane
Redding, his wife,
4-year-old son and
6-year-old daughter.
The bodies were never found.
And the D.A. still
got a conviction?
No.
Looks like he stopped talking
before they could formally charge him.
Clammed up right after they
found the murder weapon.
How convenient.
Kitchen knife, his
fingerprints, their blood.
Enough to have
him dead to rights.
Jordan, what's this all about?
I can't tell you.
You can't or you won't?
Both.
Look, uh, who was the
lead detective on that case?
Harcourt.
Lou Harcourt?
You know him?
(CHUCKLING) Well,
well. Jordan Cavanaugh.
Heard you were back in town.
Gee, word sure
travels fast around here.
Still good looking.
And you're still fat.
Same old Cavanaugh
wit. Just like your old man.
Let's just leave my old
man out of this, all right?
Been a lot a years.
He's not still sore, is he?
For helping to get him fired?
Look, I got a few questions
for you about an old case.
Herman Redding.
What about it?
I'm looking for some answers. There
still seem to be a lot of questions.
Well, it depends on whether
you buy his version of the story.
And which version is that?
Two intruders break into his house
in the middle of the night, stab him,
slaughter his wife and
kids, hide the bodies.
No motive, no prints, except...
I mean, I spent 20 hours
grilling the creep in interrogation.
He was as sane as you or me.
But he never confessed, did he?
He's no dummy. He ups and vegges
out the minute we find the murder weapon.
The shrinks diagnosed it as
catatonic dissociative state.
My ass.
The freak's been pulling the wool
over people's eyes for the last 10 years.
It's fine with me.
Let him rot in there.
Listen, I want everything you've got
on this case. Files, evidence, whatever.
Sorry. Files are confidential.
You're not gonna give
me anything, are you?
No, except a word of advice.
Stay away from it.
I can't do it.
Sure, you can.
You do it.
What's the big deal? Bug, you tell
people how their loved ones die every day.
Yeah, but this one is different.
What if I start to laugh?
Oh, come on,
it's not that funny.
(SCOFFS)
Okay, it's funny.
Okay, not you, not me. Who?
There's really no way to
sugarcoat this, Mrs. Dunham.
Leon blew himself up.
I don't understand. How?
Apparently, while
you were at work,
Leon consumed a
large quantity of beer.
He loved his beer.
Yes, I guess he did.
It seems that he
drank two six-packs,
then attempted to shoot a raccoon
from your porch with his rifle.
You're kidding?
Apparently, he managed
to force the raccoon
into a drainage pipe at
the edge of your property.
He then poured an entire five-gallon
can of gasoline into the pipe,
lit a match and dropped it in.
What a way to go.
That's not what
did it, actually.
See, the match went
out when it hit the liquid.
So?
So, he crawled in the
pipe and lit another one,
just to make sure.
We're pretty sure that he was
dead before he hit the ground.
Man, she is good.
Didn't even crack a smile.
Hey, I'm looking
for Lily Lebowski.
May I ask what
this is regarding?
I'm Andy, her brother.
I need to talk to her right now.
Is there a problem?
Oh, yeah. There's
a problem, all right.
I've been calling her for two weeks
now. She hasn't called me back.
Is everything okay?
Our mom needs her
to come back home.
Well, I'm sure she
could take a few days off.
No. For good.
(PHONE RINGING)
Cavanaugh.
Dad. Uh, no, I'm just,
uh, doing some work.
Tonight?
No, I'm not trying to
avoid you. It's all right.
Dad, stop apologizing.
I've gotta get back
to work. I'll see you.
Just had an unfortunate conversation
with Kirk Snyder from the D.A.'s Office.
They got a call from
a Detective Harcourt
about a 10-year-old case
you're digging around in.
Wow. Took him almost as
long as it did to rat out my dad.
He gave me a lecture
about controlling my people.
You can't imagine how
much I enjoyed that.
What's going on, Jordan?
Just sitting at my
desk doing my work.
The hell you are. This is
about your mother's case.
I don't know how
yet, but I know it is.
It's why you went back to
Summit View, isn't that right?
It's none of your business.
Look at you.
You're not eating,
you're not sleeping.
Last time I saw you like this...
Was when I was fired.
It's starting all
over again, isn't it?
Isn't it?
(POP MUSIC PLAYING)
(EMILY SINGING)
I hope that he
Turns out to be
(SHOWER RUNNING)
Someone who'll watch
Over me
I'm a little lamb
I've hit a dead end.
I need you to tell me
your side of the story.
It was 2:26 in the morning.
I know, 'cause I saw the clock
when I woke up on the couch.
I'd fallen asleep
watching Johnny Carson.
That's when I heard the scream.
I grabbed the first thing I could find,
and I started toward the bedroom.
Then he was on me.
I felt the knife go in my side.
He hit me from behind,
and everything went dark.
When I woke up, my wife
and my kids were gone.
And you wonder why
people didn't believe you.
Yeah, well, it really doesn't
matter what you believe, does it?
What matters is that you
find out who framed me.
Tell me where I go from here.
The knife.
It's all about the knife.
A little hungry?
Research. They're
tax deductible.
Here. Research for what?
I'm going into the
pizza business.
Pizza business?
Aw, clams?
Must be a Boston thing.
I wasn't avoiding you, Andy.
Oh, really? Then what
do you call it then?
Mom says you haven't
talked to her in like a month.
I won't go back to
Punxsutawney. I can't.
And I'm not taking care of Mom and
that stupid store anymore. It's not fair.
You got your dream.
You got all... this.
I work in a morgue, Andrew!
Yeah, well, it's a hell of a lot better
than selling luggage your whole life.
Mom is driving me crazy.
She still thinks we can compete with
those guys in the mall. We're dying.
And now it's my turn to get out.
What are you saying?
Every day I watch people walk
out of the store with bags I sold them,
going places I'll never go,
doing things that I will never do.
I'm really good at
making pizzas, Lily.
I got a book on
it and everything.
Pizza. It's my future.
I'm heading to New
York to strike it rich.
Wait a minute,
Andy. You left Mom?
Yup.
Stuffed everything I could
into a dual-sided, deluxe mobile
with a retractable handle
and hopped on a bus.
But she can't be alone.
You know how she is.
Exactly.
Bus ticket. Now
you got no excuse.
I got your page.
So where's the fire?
I need the knife.
What?
From the Redding murders.
Why are you asking
me? I don't have it.
Yeah, I know. It's in
the evidence storage.
I need you to
sign it out for me.
Are you kidding?
Jordan, this is not a game.
And if you know
what's good for you,
you'll drop this whole
stupid thing right now.
So, you're not
even gonna help me.
No, I am not gonna help you.
Harcourt almost
tore me a new one
when he found that I
helped you get that file.
I help you, I get in trouble.
Well, too bad, 'cause right now
it's the only kind of help I need.
M.E.'s office, buzz me in?
Sure, soon as I see your 6-80.
6-80?
Permission to enter the evidence
warehouse and access its contents.
You need a form 6-80
signed by the D.A.'s office.
Detective Harcourt
didn't call you?
I've been here
all day. No calls.
Lou Harcourt? 14th floor?
Oh, come on, man.
Just buzz me in.
(SARCASTICALLY)
No 6-80, no buzz, man.
How long ago did she leave?
Ten minutes. Buzz me in.
(DOOR BUZZING)
Son of a...
Take off your
coat, you're staying.
Anyone ever tell
you you're a killjoy?
All the time.
Rumor mill's working
overtime around here.
Just what kind of
trouble are you in?
I'm not sure yet.
Just like old times, eh?
Not that you should be
nostalgic for any of that.
This isn't like that.
Good.
'Cause I'd miss you around here.
I'm all right.
Yeah? Really.
I just need someone to help
me who's got a "can do" attitude.
Well, I'm your guy.
What you got?
Let me guess, kitchen accident.
Chopping carrots, perhaps?
Murder weapon.
I need to know what
prints are on it... Yeah.
Whose blood that is, how
old it is, where it came from.
Sounds like several
hours’ worth of work.
Yes, it does.
And don't tell Macy.
Lily, here's the autopsy
schedule for tomorrow.
Oh, thank you.
So Nigel told me you handled
the notification on Leon Dunham.
Mmm. It must have been
tough to keep a straight face.
No. I take that kind
of thing very seriously.
I haven't been studying
for two years for nothing.
Studying?
Um, counseling.
I've been taking a
correspondence course
in clinical psychology
for two years now.
You're kidding.
I had no idea you
were so overqualified.
Yeah, well, maybe I'm not too overqualified
to sell luggage. What do you think?
I'm sorry?
Never mind. I'm gonna
go post this. Excuse me.
Yeah, I know, I'm a lousy shot,
but I make up for
it by being short.
I don't need shrinking,
Howard. I'm fine.
I don't think you are.
Oh, and how do you know that?
First of all, you
look like hell.
Second of all, when was
the last time you slept?
This is none of your business.
Well, it is, actually. You see,
you're my assignment now.
Tell you what, whatever
they're paying you,
I will double it if
you leave right now.
Well, not that I couldn't
use the extra cash,
but, uh, I don't think
we'd get away with it.
What's that?
It's a prescription
so you can sleep.
I don't need sleep.
They're back, aren't they?
I don't know what
you're talking about.
The dreams, they've come back.
Still climbing that
staircase, aren't you?
I can handle the dreams, okay?
Don't worry about it.
(SCOFFS)
I think we both remember what
happened the last time you said that.
(MUSIC PLAYING)
JORDAN: What am I looking at?
NIGEL: The blood
from your knife,
100 times magnification and brought to
you in living color by the Axio Imaging 2.
It's one of my new toys.
How many different blood types?
Three. And if I could get
some DNA samples from
the victims, I might
be able to match them.
The victims were never found.
Oh. That should make
that rather difficult then.
Look, I don't know
what to tell you, Jordan.
Uh, I've run every
test I can on this knife.
What about EDTA?
Except for that one.
Blood preservatives, eh?
You're thinking
frame job, aren't you?
Maybe.
Well, if any preservatives are
present, this dye will bond to it.
There it is.
My guess is this blood is from
a vial labeled as "evidence".
And that was before it
ended up on the knife.
Gee, I wonder how that happened?
You're leaving, aren't you?
How do you... I
met your brother.
Oh.
Maybe this is for the best.
I mean, things were starting to
get weird around here anyway.
And there's nothing anyone
can do to change your mind?
No.
I don't think so.
So, uh, what are you gonna do?
Go home, see if I can sell
what's left of the family business.
Take care of a few things.
Try to find another job.
I see.
I was hoping I could get you to
write me a letter of recommendation.
Yeah, of course.
I'd be honored.
Have you, um, told Dr. Macy yet?
No.
I was just writing
him a little letter.
I've got a autopsy
I've got to get to.
I'm gonna miss you, Lily.
You know how many laws
you've broken in the last 24 hours?
Herman Redding was framed for
the murders of his wife and kids.
Get outta here. What
are you talking about?
You know exactly
what I'm talking about.
The blood on this knife had already
been processed through the lab.
We know Redding's talking again.
We know you've been
there. He's playing you.
That doesn't change the facts.
You framed him.
You probably planted
the knife, too, didn't you?
No.
Then who did?
You don't want to know.
Who was it?
You're on the wrong side
of this one, sweetheart.
Tell me!
Ask your father.
(HEAVY RAIN FALLING)
(DOOR CLOSING)
What are you doing here?
Herman Redding.
Yeah, remember him?
The guy you framed for murder.
Or were there just so many
of them that you lost track?
What is this, Jordan?
He's the one who
gave me the fingerprint.
Now, I don't know if one thing has
anything to do with the other, but, uh,
I'm starting to get
pretty damn suspicious.
I have no idea what
you're talking about.
You planted the knife
two days after the crime.
The blood evidence was faked.
This is way more
complicated than you know.
Stop lying to me!
You framed him!
The man was a monster!
Slaughtered his wife and kids.
He was about to walk.
We did what we had to do.
Aw, don't go getting
self-righteous on me.
Sometimes cops have
got to be a little creative.
You know that.
I'm going to the D.A. with this.
No, you're not, Jordan.
You weren't born yesterday.
No, I'm telling them
everything I know.
You know what kind of
trouble I'm in if you do that?
You should have thought of
that before you broke the law!
I don't believe anything
you say to me anymore.
For all I know,
everything has been a lie!
What the hell are
you talking about?
You lied to me about my mother!
About her being
in an institution.
And someone was
trying to kill her.
For all I know, it
could have been you.
All right, now
you're talking crazy!
Oh, yeah. I lived with
that woman 15 years,
the depression, the anger.
I protected you from it, 'cause I
thought it was the right thing to do.
She was a sick woman, Jordan.
And I protected her from
a lot more than herself.
You want the truth?
I'll give you the truth.
Your mother was a
crazy, paranoid, delu...
(DOOR SLAMS)
Jordan.
I think I'm losing my mind.
You're not becoming
your mother, Jordan.
That's just not how it works.
Mental illness runs in families.
My mom was exactly my
age when she started to lose it.
I mean, what if I'm like
some kinda ticking time bomb,
genetically
predetermined to go off?
You know, there's a clinical term
called "complicated bereavement".
To cope with the pain of a loss,
the attempt is made to
resurrect the person you've lost
by becoming them.
Sounds like I'm nuts.
Well, I wouldn't
quarrel with you there.
I hit my dad, for God's sake.
Well, that was a
reaction to the moment.
You'll apologize
to him. It'll be fine.
I don't know what
to believe anymore.
I think I'm starting
to see things.
Well, how long is it
since you've slept?
Couple days.
Because of the dreams?
Yeah.
They're not gonna go away
unless you deal with them.
They always do.
Eventually.
That door at the
top of the stairs,
it's been closed for 22 years.
I think it's time you
found out what's behind it.
Just start at the beginning,
the first image you remember.
Every dream's
a little different,
but it's always in the house.
Always at night.
It's quiet,
except for the singing.
It's my mother's voice.
She used to sing it to
me a lot when I was little.
(SINGING) Someone
to watch over me
I see my dad.
He's standing in
the kitchen doorway.
There's something in his hands.
He's staring down at it.
STILES: What is it?
I don't know. It's
always different.
Look closer.
JORDAN: It's a gun.
STILES: What's he doing with it?
He's taking out the bullets,
he doesn't want them in the gun.
Why?
I don't know.
Yes, you do.
To protect me.
Good.
So, what happens next?
I'm drawn to the voice.
(EMILY SINGING)
I want it to comfort me.
I need to be closer to it.
It's coming from the bathroom.
She's in there.
I'm at the top of the stairs.
I don't usually get this far.
STILES: What do you see?
What is it?
JORDAN: Water.
EMILY: (SINGING)
I'm a little lamb
Who's lost in the wood
(SCREAMING)
Jordan,
what did you see?
What was it?
I gotta go.
Jordan.
(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)
Oh, Doctor Cavanaugh, you got a
bunch of messages from Dr. Stiles.
He sounded really concerned.
And, uh, you're wanted
in the conference room.
Let me guess. I'm in trouble.
Did someone's hamster die?
You remember Mr. Snyder
from the D.A.'s office.
He was just filling me in on your
discovery in the Redding case.
Good.
Saved me having to call him.
I have to admit, the D.A. is slightly
confused by this series of events.
It's a sensitive case,
you understand.
Nothing sensitive about it.
The man was framed. Drop
the charges and release him.
He was never tried
on the charges.
So?
The fabrication of evidence
constitutes a denial of due process.
We'll never be able to try
him again for the murders.
Bill of Rights can be a bitch.
He's guilty.
Maybe.
Maybe not.
Jordan, if you go through with
this, your father will be charged
with felony
obstruction of justice.
Are you willing
to let that happen?
Your reputation leaves a lot
to be desired, Dr. Cavanaugh.
There's a shock.
We're not above dragging your
past into the courtroom if need be.
I'm sure the jury would be very
interested in the psychiatric evaluation
from your last
tenure here in Boston.
MACY: Wait, wait,
wait, just hold it a minute.
That's a confidential file.
There's no reason to...
It's called a subpoena.
No one's gonna
subpoena anything.
She stole police property.
I will not let her screw up a case that
we have waited 10 years to prosecute.
I'll have her fired for this.
As long as I'm still
her boss, I'll be the
one who decides who
gets fired around here.
Is that clear?
Release Herman
Redding immediately
or I go to the press
with everything I know.
You forgetting something?
Your end of the bargain.
There's a cabin in Vermont, six
miles outside of Prospect Rock,
on Route 18 at the end of
Mill Road where the dirt stops.
If you leave now,
you'll get there by dark.
What am I looking for?
After you go through the
front door, walk five paces,
look down, you'll find it there.
Bug.
What do you want?
Did you know Lily resigned?
Yeah.
Why didn't you tell me?
It's not really my job, is it?
But I hope you're happy.
What's that supposed to mean?
Where's she going?
Back home to Pennsylvania,
taking a bus in half an hour.
Lily, you didn't say goodbye.
Oh, I didn't know how to.
I'm sorry, Garret.
I just didn't want to wake
up one day with regrets.
If I leave now, maybe
I won't have any.
Listen, I can't let you resign.
I mean, for certain
political reasons,
it just doesn't look good. You know, it
reflects poorly on me, you understand?
No, I don't, but...
So, I'm firing you.
Oh, I see.
And offering you a
position with full benefits.
Comes out to about
a 100% raise in pay.
What?
Listen, we need
somebody at the morgue
with a kind face to
deal with people in grief.
Sort of a social worker to
see them through a tough time.
And I can't think of anybody
better for that than you.
I want you to stay, Lily.
Is this about the
job or about us?
I'm not sure, maybe both.
(BUS STARTING)
The bus is leaving. I have
to go home and see my mom.
Will you think about the offer?
I don't know.
Okay.
So, if you're not
interested, just get on
the bus and don't look
back. I'll understand.
Goodbye, Garret.
Goodbye, Lily.
(RATTLING)
(DOOR CREAKING)
(SCREAMS) Whoa! It's
me, it's me, it's me, it's me!
How'd you get here?
I followed you.
If you'd just told me
what you were doing in
the first place. What
are you doing out here?
Looking for answers.
Answers to what?
My mother's murder.
Okay, stop, stop.
It's his wife and kids.
He used me.
Okay, you were
never here, Jordan.
Okay, you understand me?
You were never here and
you never saw any of this.
Okay? I'm gonna take
care of this, Jordan.
I was just going through your psychiatric
evaluation from when I fired you,
looking for some answers.
They're not in there.
Maybe the D.A.'s office
will have better luck.
I've known you for eight years
now, and I still don't understand you.
But you're the single most
gifted M.E. I've ever worked with.
You care more, you give more,
I think you actually enjoy it more.
That's why it pains
me to have to do this.
I'm suspending you for a month.
Suspending me?
Yeah, go home, go away, whatever.
Just get your priorities straight.
We'll deal with the D.A.'s
office when you get back.
That's not gonna work for me.
I'm not giving you a choice.
You're not suspending me,
'cause I quit.
No. No, that's not fair.
We've been through too much
for you to pull this on me, Jordan.
(SIGHS)
I'd do anything to help
you, you know that.
Don't beat yourself up, Garret.
I'm not worth it.
See, that's the difference
between you and me.
'Cause I always
thought you were.
(MUSIC PLAYING)
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
Going someplace?
You're going after
him, aren't you?
He knows who killed my mother.
You're never gonna find him.
We'll see.
He played you,
Jordan. Think about this.
Those two murders out
at the mental hospital,
my guess is he was
responsible for those, too.
And if he's smart, he is long gone
by now, probably out of the country.
Then it's gonna be a long
trip. Now, if you'll excuse me.
Hey, Jordan. I thought
we were friends.
I thought we were
getting to know each other.
There's some things
you can't ever know.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Just talk to me about it.
Please.
I can't.
I'll help you find him.
What?
I'll go with you.
We'll do this together.
That's crazy.
You don't have to ask
for my help, Jordan.
I'll give it to you.
I can be your friend.
I was only 10.
What?
It's not fair.