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Sounds of construction push Cavanaugh to grab
- a clump of her hair and rip it out. - All the vents are opened.
The entire building¡¯s dealing with this noise, Jordan.
Without a working ventilation system, you don¡¯t have a job.
What¡¯s the latest on our temporary crypt?
Once we get these last two bodies into the basement, we¡¯ll be ready to party.
- Great. I¡¯ll bring the beer. - No, you won¡¯t.
As of now, I¡¯m taking you off rotation
until those three months of autopsy reports you¡¯ve been sittin¡¯ on are completed.
- You can¡¯t do that. - I can and I just did.
Aw, come on, man. You know I hate paperwork.
I hate paying alimony. I still do it.
Yeah. I¡¯ll be right there.
Whadya got?
Dead guy hanging from a tree limb.
Garret, you¡¯re halfway out the door.
Go home, enjoy ourself. I¡¯ll take care of it.
Jordan, paperwork.
- Hey, Doc, up here. - What have we got?
Decedent¡¯s been identified as Daniel Robinson,
thirty-twoyear- old computer consultant from Ashland.
His car was found parked a half mile up the road at the post office.
There was no sign of forced entry or a struggle.
This wasn¡¯t a suicide?
Not exactly.
Alright, everybody stop! Turn off the flashlights.
This is how the killer saw it.
Okay, there¡¯s a lot of blood here.
So if you guys are double-gloved, let¡¯s get him down.
Lividity puts TOD between two and four hours.
We¡¯re assuming he was lured into the woods and then murdered.
How¡¯d you find him?
Anonymous tip. Guy hung up before we could get his name.
Obviously, we¡¯re dealing with some kind of twisted ritual thing here.
Belial¡¯s Occult Shop.
Who would do something like this?
¡°I am Satan. Fear me.¡±
Apparently, Satan.
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Hey. Somebody¡¯s burnin¡¯ it tonight.
Yeah, well, somebody was sacrificed in the woods earlier,
and wants to find out as much as he can
before panic erupts in the morning papers.
- It¡¯s that bad, huh? - See for yourself.
Uh, Doctor Macy, we¡¯ve located Robinson¡¯s next of kin.
It¡¯s his ex-wife, a school teacher in Worcester, but I¡¯m um--
Oh my God. Is that a pentagram carved into his chest?
Nice touch, huh? Apparently, the devil made him do it.
Can see how that might cause some panic.
Uh, I¡¯m still searching for the ex¡¯s new address.
Okay, thanks, Lily.
Let's do a tracheal aspirate.
Well, you think he was anesthesized?
Well, the guy¡¯s only fracture¡¯s a C-one. No signs of a struggle.
He was in fairly good physical shape. It¡¯s hard to imagine he¡¯d go quietly.
Well, maybe he was a willing participant.
Climbed a tree and slipped himself into the noose.
After carving a pentagram into his own chest?
Satan is a mighty force.
And it¡¯s been known to happen.
The weak sacrificing themselves for the devotion of evil.
The guy was a computer analyst found in Topsiders.
My guess is someone sacrificed him.
Well, you guessed right. We¡¯ve got a positive for chloroform.
Poor guy was knocked out before the noose ever touched his neck.
What do you make of these red spots?
Most likely insect bites.
That¡¯s what happens when you hang out in the woods too long--
no pun intended.
Wait a minute.
What¡¯s this?
Well, I can tell you what it¡¯s not. His.
What are you doing?
I¡¯m kissing you. Do you want me to stop?
No, I just have to forward your phones.
Here we go. We¡¯ll let them ring.
Hittin¡¯ the pipe again, are we?
Peter. , you¡¯ve got to hear this, man.
So, did you lock the door? Oh, just--
What?
With the vents being worked on, we can hear people on another floor,
and some secretary¡¯s just given her boss
quite a raise, if you know what I¡¯m sayin¡¯.
Yeah, you know, the video store¡¯s got a whole section for that.
Boy, you¡¯re no fun.
Besides, shouldn¡¯t you be finishing up those reports,
seein¡¯ as how I¡¯m the one who¡¯s gotta pick up the slack?
Oh, I¡¯ll tell you what.
Um, I¡¯ll trade you my small pile of autopsy reports for two of your bodies.
Yeah, sure.
Oh, seriously?
No.
Hello? Anybody home?
So, Woodrow, we encounter any action tonight, I¡¯m your wingman.
Nigel, repeat after me. Coroner, cop. Coroner, cop.
You stick to collecting evidence, if you find any.
Necromantic Bell of Girardius. Beckons Satan.
- Big Buffy fan? - Mmm.
Love her.
Hi.
Coroner, cop. Coroner, cop.
Hi, how are you?
I¡¯m Detective Woodrow Hoyt of the Boston Police Department.
Would you mind if we asked you a few questions?
Ow! Agh.
Which one of us did you say was the cop?
The same paraffin candles you sell at your shop were found
at a crime scene tonight. You want to tell me how they got there?
I- I don¡¯t know.
Yeah, well, you want to tell me why you bolted down this alley really fast?
¡®Cause you seemed to have a lot of motivation,
or are you a little foggy on that, too?
Look, what exactly is this about?
Hey, why don¡¯t you let him ask the questions, okay?
Yeah, why don¡¯t you let me ask the questions?
Look, guys, I got a right to know what I¡¯m being accused of.
Murder.
- Murder? - Murder.
I thought this was about child support.
Child support?
this whole time.
Did you really think I wouldn¡¯t find out about this?
It¡¯s not what it looks like.
With everything I¡¯ve done for you! You betrayed me!
Stop yelling. We can work this out.
- You think I¡¯d trust you again? - No. No, John! No, don¡¯t!
Peter!
- Call nine-one-one. - What?
I¡¯m getting security.
Jordan, what the hell happened?
I think somebody in the building was just shot.
- What? Where? - I don¡¯t know.
Well, you don¡¯t know if someone was shot or where?
I heard it happen through the vent.
Uh, all I know is that somebody named John pulled the trigger.
- John? - Who are you?
I don¡¯t know what to tell ya.
According to the building sign-in book,
everyone who entered the offices tonight has since left.
There¡¯s no one here, period.
I heard someone get shot.
You see, a lot of times in these old buildings,
water pipes get rusty and they bang really loud.
I¡¯m sure that¡¯s all you heard.
What I heard was a muffled thirty-eight being
pressed into someone¡¯s flesh and then fired.
Look, Miss, we¡¯ve searched every floor.
- We didn¡¯t-- - Oh, wow. In about twelve minutes,
- you must have scoured every square inch. - Now, wait a minute. I didn¡¯t come here..
- Okay, officer, we¡¯re very sorry for wasting your time.
- Peter? - Alright.
It won¡¯t happen again. Thank you for coming.
What?
You think it was just happenstance that a guy bleeding from a gash in his forehead
was exiting the building minutes after I heard the argument?
- You know-- - Uh--
We got blood. Must have been on the bottom of his shoes.
Jordan, we work in a morgue.
That blood could have come off of my shoes for all you know.
I know what I heard. Now, move.
Even if it was off of that guy¡¯s shoes-- and that¡¯s a capital I-F,
uh, you saw him. He was bleeding. It was probably his own blood.
I¡¯m not asking you to believe me.
I¡¯m just asking you to step aside so I can check the buttons.
Fine.
Hey, uh, okay.
- Hey, could you pass me some swabs? - Yep.
Oh, hey, Garret.
What are you doin¡¯ in the elevator?
- I was just-- - Let me rephrase that.
Why aren¡¯t you in your office completing the work I requested?
Because there was something more pressing.
Than doing what I told you to do? Wrong answer.
Listen, I heard about the confusion tonight, Jordan.
If you call the cops again, I¡¯m gonna take away your phone privileges, too.
Uh, don¡¯t look at me.
Birarwood High School
I apologize we had to do this here.
I thought he just changed his mind.
About what?
Meeting me last night.
We¡¯ve been divorced for a couple of months.
We haven¡¯t seen each other since.
We were gonna discuss the possibility of a reconciliation.
But Daniel never showed.
Seems that Daniel was just at the wrong place at the wrong time. I¡¯m so sorry.
He told me that if anyone interfered, something bad would happen.
Excuse me?
I never thought that he would actually do it.
I never thought that he would actually kill him.
Who are we talkin¡¯ about?
Oliver.
How¡¯s it goin¡¯, teach?
- Him? - No. Him.
You wanted to see me?
Yeah. Titleman?
Mmm. Pretty disturbing, isn¡¯t it?
What is?
Jason. He¡¯s missing his C-five-MT-one.
I hadn¡¯t noticed.
An unfortunate event occurred last night, .
Mrs. Robinson, your science teacher, her husband was murdered.
Terrible. That¡¯s just awful.
Ex-husband.
I¡¯m sorry?
Well, wasn¡¯t he her ex-husband?
Well, it was my understanding they were trying to reconcile.
I s- I spoke to Mrs. Robinson. I know all about the love letters.
In one, I believe you went as far as threatening anyone who got in the way.
Crazy things you say when you¡¯re drowning in a crush.
I just- I thought that¡¯s what she¡¯d want to hear.
Shows you how much I know about women.
I guess I have a lot to learn.
I guess so.
You don¡¯t remember me, do you, Doctor Macy?
You showed me my first dead body last year.
Uh, the school sent our advanced science class for an afternoon at the morgue.
Remember?
It was inspiring.
So much so, I went to forensics camp last summer at the university.
Forensics camp?
Uh, blood spatter, DNA collection, latent prints,
uh-- I¡¯d love to talk to you about it sometime.
Sure.
While you¡¯re at it, maybe you can teach me a thing or two about women.
Well, off to calculus.
Later, Doctor Macy.
It was a challenge, but as usual, I triumphed with great style and panache.
And all in three-D, I might add.
Say hello to Forty-nine Hundred Beacon Street.
Otherwise known as our home away from home.
Now, take note. We are here.
- See that throbbing red dot? - Oh, yeah.
Yes, ninth floor, east wing.
Where the ventilation system travels north.
But it continues to travel up to the eleventh floor,
taking a slight bend to the left and ends its journey
in suite eleven-O-seven.
Farmer¡¯s Medical Supplies.
And the building¡¯s database says it's owned by a John and Randall Grier.
Yeah, someone yelled ¡°John¡± through the vent last night.
I took the liberty of downloading their photos from the Registry of Motor Vehicles,
proving once again that a flattering picture on your ID does not exist.
Yeah, that¡¯s him.
Hey, uh, Peter. Check this out.
This is the guy from the elevator, right? His name is John. That¡¯s almost--
You hacked into the RMV database?
Are you high?
Anyway, the body is probably still up there.
Now, we just wait for this guy to go to lunch and we let ourselves in.
Jordan, you¡¯re actually accusing this of murder,
like it really happened. Um, this is someone¡¯s life that we¡¯re talking about.
Exactly. And whoever was murdered was somebody¡¯s father or brother or son.
Now, who¡¯s comin¡¯ with me?
- I¡¯ll come with you, luv. - Forget it.
Nigel, scooter versus Humvee, autopsy four. While we¡¯re young.
- I gotta... - Yeah.
Send me a postcard.
There¡¯s nothing you can do.
I have superpowers, and to fight them will only make you weaker--
Go, hurry up. The guy could come back any second.
Hey, Randall Grier¡¯s calendar hasn¡¯t been turned since yesterday.
Maybe he forgot.
Or maybe he¡¯s dead.
Shhh.
How did this disk get mangled?
Obviously, somebody tried to destroy it.
Yeah, or it got caught in that drawer.
Peter, come here.
- Mm-mm. - What¡¯s this?
- That is a small amount of blood. - Yeah.
Nothing more than I would see if I- I¡¯d cut myself shaving.
Maybe in your bathroom sink, but what¡¯s a trail of blood doing in here?
It¡¯s locked. Guess who¡¯s in here.
- Elvis. - Randall Grier.
Right, of course. ¡®Cause Elvis has left the building.
Is that him? / Right. Yeah, got it. Yeah. Alright, I¡¯ll be back.
Well, I¡¯m at the office. Why? Where are you?
Fine. I¡¯ll be right there.
Don¡¯t talk to me for the next sixty seconds.
Oh. Uh, sorry.
Hi.
Hmm.
Those red spots on Robinson,
they weren¡¯t insect bites after all. Guess what they were.
Would you spare me the three minutes of futility and cut to the chase?
They might have something to do with his high polys.
Elevated white count, is that all?
No, that was just the foreplay. Now for the big bang.
Something we missed last night.
I caught it after noticing a slight scratch under Robinson¡¯s brow.
You might want to take a closer look.
See the cornea?
Latent print.
What¡¯d I tell ya? Bang.
- Care for a cigarette? - Did you run it?
Yeah, but no luck finding a match.
I may know where to find it.
- What¡¯s up, Doc? - Hey.
That wasn¡¯t a hypothetical.
I uh, I really meant what is up, Doc, with the Robinson case? We¡¯ve hit a wall.
Forty-six people bought candles from that shop.
We¡¯ll be questioning them ¡®til next week unless you found anything better.
Okay, what if I could give you someone potentially linked to the scene,
with motive, and seven days of forensic camp under his belt?
- Forensic.../ Forensic... - camp? / camp?
Who I think might be on that list.
I¡¯d name my firstborn after you.
Oliver Titleman.
- Bingo. - It¡¯s Garret with one T.
You made that agreement way too fast.
He¡¯s on his way up. Are we ready?
Clean as a baby¡¯s bottom.
We¡¯ll get his print.
Doctor Macy, you have a visitor.
Well, send him in.
- Oliver. - Doctor Macy.
- Welcome. - Sorry I¡¯m late.
I couldn¡¯t get off of work. Some parakeet with an abscess.
I work after school hours at an animal clinic.
They say it looks good for med school.
Oh, well, glad you could make it on such short notice.
I have to admit, I was surprised when you called.
I thought maybe I was a little pushy this morning.
No-no-no. I appreciate the enthusiasm.
Let me show you around. You- you a coffee drinker yet?
Better not. Caffeine.
Kinda makes me crazy.
- You want some water, juice? - I¡¯m okay.
Okay.
Well, then without further ado.
Let the fun begin.
The blood matches what we found on the elevator.
Eh, congratulations.
You¡¯ve confirmed it wasn¡¯t fake blood dripping from his forehead.
Uh, Peter, I realize you¡¯re behind,
but I¡¯m adding scooter versus Humvee to your list.
Wait, who? / Uh, Johnson and Fernelli. They¡¯re waiting for you.
Oh, yeah, they tell you that personally?
Well, no, because they¡¯re dead.
- See? You could have traded. - Ha-ha.
Uh, Jordan.
Hey, s- some guy was snooping around about
a long-haired pretty brunette who works here.
Well, what did he look like?
Except for the bandage across his forehead, normal.
But II caught a bad vibe. Am I paranoid? / No, no.
He¡¯s still here?
Strange, I- I- I told him that you went home for the day.
Lily, could you uh, please get rid of him for me?
Okay, I¡¯ll admit. That is weird.
Maybe he was down here to kill you.
Well, then, I must be doin¡¯ somethin¡¯ right.
You get anything off that disk?
Oh, the disk. Well, unfortunately, each cluster was superseded.
Someone really wanted to make that information disappear.
It¡¯s rebuilding as we speak, but we¡¯ll deal with that we¡¯ll deal with that later.
Here we got.
Alright, now, ¡°Rear Window¡± was checked out,
so I figured ¡°Suite Eleven-O-Seven¡± was the next best thing.
- Popcorn anyone? - How¡¯d you do this?
Oh, well, I¡¯ll show you. Come here.
I¡¯ve got a camera rolling live planted atop that building over there.
That monitor¡¯s connected to that feed.
So you¡¯re looking at a live image from the outside of their office.
I¡¯ll do all my own camera work, thanks.
Steven Soderbergh, watch out.
Nigel, can you give us a close-up?
Is the Pope old?
Come on, no one¡¯s looking.
Get him out of the building before the odor gives you away.
Just open it.
Oh, you¡¯re nervous. Yeah, I¡¯d be nervous, too,
if I just killed my partner when he found out I was stealing from him.
Is that what happened?
Until we get a better theory.
Oh, cue the music. We have a visitor.
I can¡¯t see anything. It¡¯s too dark.
Well, let¡¯s get up close and personal then.
That¡¯s his partner--the dead guy, Grier.
No, it can¡¯t be.
Well, I¡¯m sorry, luv, but it is.
Found him lying face down on his kitchen floor.
The other guy was found pummeled in the next room, left with amnesia.
One dead, one beaten, blunt force trauma, no murder weapon.
They were roommates, so DNA and fingerprints meant nothing.
Any traces of an intruder?
Even with the heavy snowfall the night before,
there were no tracks comin¡¯ or goin¡¯.
It¡¯s like a brain tease.
Our first thought was that someone had come in, beaten them,
and left before the snowfall. Took us a while to figure it out.
Any trace evidence in the contusions?
Suppose there were none.
Had there recently been a fire in the fireplace?
Where you goin¡¯ with that?
The- the roommates argue.
One of ¡®em grabs a log, beats the crap out of the other one.
But he finds enough strength to take control,
turning the beating on his friend, killing him.
It¡¯s cold out.
No one will think anything of a burnt log in the fireplace.
You couldn¡¯t find the murder weapon because it had been consumed.
That¡¯s not bad.
Doctor Macy,
do you believe there¡¯s such a thing as the perfect murder?
No, I don¡¯t.
Just out of curiosity, why not?
Because in every body and every crime scene, you have all your answers.
You just have to know where to look.
You okay?
Just a migraine, I think.
Well, you know, the smell in here really gets to some people.
Thank you for the tour, Doctor .
I¡¯ll never forget it.
We got him.
But I just checked. The mugs were never touched.
He had to take this off with his bare hand. Get a bag.
Like a fox.
It took me a second to figure out what you were up to, Doctor Macy.
All you had to do was ask.
We spoke to these folks at this forensic camp. It¡¯s really quite adorable.
They assign these murder cases to these kids,
give ¡®em some evidence and set ¡®em loose in the world of pathology.
Guess which case solved.
I don¡¯t know, satanic ritual killings?
Why doesn¡¯t that surprise me.
Listen, we found a feline hair on Daniel Robinson.
Do you know if he had any cats?
Two, in fact.
So much for that. Okay, whadya got?
On the left, a print from Robinson¡¯s eyeball.
On the right, the one that so graciously handed us.
And...
Ladies and gentlemen, we have a match.
- He¡¯s nervous. - Well, he should be.
I know why you brought me in.
Do you now? Why is that?
They found my print on Daniel Robinson¡¯s body.
Yeah, how did that get there?
I ride through the woods every day after school,
and I never touched a dead body before.
You know, even after death, the eyes retain moisture.
Fascinating.
He was hanging two feet off the ground.
How did you manage that?
I stood on some rocks. I was curious.
I know I shouldn¡¯t have.
You know what it¡¯s like, don¡¯t you, Doctor Macy?
Writers can write and painters can paint,
but you¡¯ve got a passion for forensics
and there¡¯s a dead body hanging in the woods on your way home from school.
I just couldn¡¯t help myself.
Okay, so we¡¯ve established that you¡¯re passionate.
You know, we spoke to your professor at that forensic camp.
It¡¯s startling how similar this case is to the one that you studied.
Yeah, flukey, isn¡¯t it?
Yeah, flukey.
Kind of like you ordering the same candles that we found at the crime scene.
Now, uh, just out of curiosity, tell me,
what does one do with twelve boxes of those things?
Well, they¡¯re paraffin.
I make specimen slides for my own experiments.
And what kind of experiments?
Frogs, earthworms, the occasional salamander.
- And what¡¯s your favorite part? - Of the anatomy?
No, of the process? The dissection or the killing?
The dissection, what do you think?
You want to know what I think?
I think you killed your teacher¡¯s husband ¡®cause you¡¯re hot for teacher.
Since when is a crush against the law?
When someone dies.
Everything you have or think you have is circumstantial.
Could you turn down these overheads? They¡¯re starting to bother my eyes.
This kid¡¯s got an answer for everything.
Well, he might have a good reason for that.
Yeah, he¡¯s done his research.
- That disk you found tells quite a tale. - I¡¯m all ears.
Okay, well, once upon a time, there was Farmer¡¯s Medical Supplies.
Made about two mill a year. Interestingly enough,
all fifteen of their clients share something else in common--
an address in the CayIslands under an Alex Corvo.
Compliments of our friends at the Federal Bureau of Investigation.
- Coincidence? - I think not.
- Let¡¯s go. - Yeah.
So, this Corvo is an evil prince of darkness, right?
And even though he¡¯s been arrested everywhere
from London to Vegas for drug trafficking... / Yeah?
he still maintains a life of luxury.
Oh, can we say money laundering?
So I snapped a photo of the building sign-in sheet from the other day.
Can you guess who signed in that night at ten nineteen to see the boys upstairs?
- Alex Corvo. - You catch on so quickly.
Now, I may be no expert, but uh, notice how he signed out.
Well, the handwriting¡¯s different.
Yeah, whoever signed out the other night, it wasn¡¯t Mister Corvo.
- Garret. - Jordan, NIgel. Where you off to?
- Oh, just for a stroll. - Yeah.
- It¡¯s thirty-five degrees outside. - It¡¯s brisk.
- Yeah, we just need to wake up. - Some fresh air.
Where, on the roof?
Mm-hm. And while I¡¯m busting you again,
I just found a receipt for five thousand dollars
worth of rented video surveillance equipment.
- I¡¯m assuming you¡¯re behind it. - Most of that was a deposit.
Garret, we believe someone was murdered on the eleventh floor. / Yeah.
We think his name was Alex Corvo, an international drug dealer. / Jordan.
No, we have motive and evidence to back it up.
All we need you to do is to classify this guy as a missing person,
then we can launch a full scale investigation.
- Enough with the dramatics. - She can¡¯t help it.
Shut up, Nigel. And you¡¯re not goin¡¯ anywhere.
Look, we both know that no matter what I say, you¡¯re gonna do what you want,
but for once, out of respect for our friendship,
will you please just do something I ask.
Excuse me.
Don¡¯t worry about it. I saw him leave.
Trust me. They come back.
They must have moved his body out of the building.
Curses. Foiled again.
I¡¯d give you an olive branch, but I¡¯m fresh out.
You may want to start buyin¡¯ ¡®em in bulk.
I can¡¯t be the only one weighing down those pretty little shoulders so heavy.
They¡¯re gonna have to let this kid walk.
Everybody makes a mistake. He had to have screwed up somewhere.
Of course he made a mistake. I just can¡¯t find it.
The only things I¡¯m finding are the damn crumbs he left.
I should be better than that.
Screw this kid. You are better than that.
Leopardus pardalis, otherwise known as the ocelot.
What are you talking about?
The- the hair we pulled from Robinson. You had it sent to a zoologist.
Yeah, I wanted to verify that it matched one of his cats.
Yeah, well, it didn¡¯t.
I want the name of the veterinarian you work for.
Doctor Brandon Kimball.
One of the only two vets in Boston who¡¯ve treated an ocelot in the last six months.
What are the odds?
Think we found somethin¡¯.
So did we. You better get your coat.
Deja vu.
SATAN LIVES FEAR ME.
He¡¯s been dead about two hours.
Oliver¡¯s been with us the last four.
There¡¯s no way the kid could have done this.
The overflowing bathtub tells me he wasn¡¯t expecting anyone,
so we¡¯re most likely dealing with an intruder. Man, it is hot in here.
He came in through the window.
So who¡¯s our victim?
Vincent Wolfe, a shut-in.
That guy over there found him.
He comes here every day, same time, delivering a hot meal.
- Damn, it is hot in here. - Any connection to Titleman?
None whatsoever. I already checked.
You still think the kid had something to do with this?
Maybe he had an accomplice, like the teacher.
She took a leave of absence with her mother in Cincinnati. I already checked that, too.
I¡¯m gonna get statements from the neighbors.
Woody, unlike Robinson, this guy¡¯s mouth was taped and his hands
were tied behind his back. Maybe it¡¯s a copycat.
Listen, Doc, the same person who killed Daniel Robinson killed this guy.
I mean, the writing is on the wall, literally.
We did not release that detail to the press.
Now, Doc, I know what it¡¯s like
when a crime is so heinous that you want to find someone to blame,
but that kid was in custody.
What? What is it? What is it? What are you looking at?
Not sure yet.
Our temporary crypt is now closed for business.
This is the last one.
- That doesn¡¯t make any sense. - What do you mean?
Lily, this chart was wrong.
No, that¡¯s right. Pamela Johnson and Ben Fernelli.
I think you made a mistake.
Peter, this toe tag says Fernelli,
and this one says Johnson.
Then why does Pamela Johnson have a johnson?
Whoa. I would have remembered that johnson.
I counted twenty-six.
According to the paperwork, there should only be twenty-five.
We have an extra body.
I think I just found the one Jordan¡¯s been looking for.
Hello, Mister Corvo.
Findings are identical to the first victim.
Fracture at Cone, chloroform, carved pentagram.
Except this guy suffered from immersion hypothermia.
Oh, yeah. Look at that.
Hello. Lost a little here.
Immersion hypothermia.
When the body reaches freezing temperatures,
the blood moves away from the skin towards the inner organs.
Wait, freezing? How is that possible?
The thermostat was set over eighty.
Let me ask you something.
Exposure to extreme cold slows rigor, right? / Yeah.
It never got above twenty degrees today.
Alright, bear with me. Assuming this kid did it...
he¡¯d been watching this guy for a while.
He knew the best time to make his move was in the morning.
He enters the house through the window.
He comes up behind the victim as he¡¯s drawing a bath.
And chloroforms him. He never saw it coming.
As Oliver is carving the pentagram, the old comes to.
That explains the ropes around the wrists.
Then programs the thermostat to blast hot air for two hours before we arrive.
But rigor wasn¡¯t locked.
He cranked up the heat for a reason.
I just can¡¯t figure out why.
- It¡¯s a brain tease. - What?
Let¡¯s suppose that after chloroformed him, he rigged the noose.
He cranked the thermostat and ran the bathtub.
Probably used smelling salts to wake him up.
And to delay the time of death,
he stood him on a block of ice.
With his hands tied behind his back,
Wolfe couldn¡¯t do anything but wait for the ice to melt and to die.
- and by that time.. - Oliver was already in custody.
He knows the guy who delivers meals shows up at the same time every day
and knew exactly when the body was gonna be found.
The thermostat melts the ice,
and the water from the tub hides the puddle.
If that¡¯s true, also knew he¡¯d be brought in for questioning.
He planned the second homicide specifically to get himself off.
Perfect murder.
The only problem is it¡¯s still circumstantial.
To think I bought into all that headache crap.
Well, maybe it wasn¡¯t crap.
Bug, can you do a spinal tap on Daniel Robinson?
Alex Corvo, that guy you didn¡¯t believe was shot,
we found him. He was shot.
You know what that is? An abrasion collar
from when the thirty-eight was pressed into his flesh and then fired.
But you know, I feel like I¡¯ve said that to you before.
Oh, that¡¯s right. I have.
You see, Pappas and Grier were laundering Corvo¡¯s money
through the medical supplies business.
They got greedy, they killed him.
All the specifics should be right here.
All that¡¯s left to do now is to make an arrest.
Thought I¡¯d leave something for you to do.
You¡¯re feeling pretty good about yourself right now, huh?
Yeah. Yeah, it is a high point.
Boston P.D. Prisoner Property
That Rube Goldberg block of ice trick is such a cliche.
You kidding? It¡¯s a classic.
You must have hurt your back hoisting that body onto the block of ice.
Hope you bent your knees.
You say that like I should know what you¡¯re talking about.
- How do you feel, Oliver? - Free.
Little sensitive to light? Stiff neck?
What¡¯s your point?
I¡¯ve got a search warrant for you.
Search my house all you want.
You can¡¯t prove anything.
Mmm. Let me tell you what I think I can prove.
That you contracted meningitis from Daniel Robinson
when you carved the pentagram into his chest.
It¡¯s a bacteria called hemophilus influenza. I could be more precise.
Search warrant¡¯s not for your home, it¡¯s for your body.
They didn¡¯t teach you about spinal taps at that camp, did they?
I didn¡¯t think so.
You¡¯re a smart kid, Oliver.
But I¡¯m smarter.
¢Ü Trying to get away into the night ¢Ü
¢Ü Then you put your arms around me ¢Ü
¢Ü and we tumble to the ground and then you say¢Ü
¢Ü ¡°I think we're alone now. there doesn't seem to be...¢Ü
¢Ü anyone around.¡± ¢Ü
I¡¯m sorry, I can¡¯t kick that song out of my head. / It¡¯s a great tune.
Yeah, exactly. Well, finito. And you didn¡¯t have any faith.
Go ahead and say it.
Say what?
I told you so.
Oh, come on. You know that¡¯s not my style.
Yeah, it is.
But good work, Jordan.
I¡¯m sorry I didn¡¯t believe you.
Oh, I¡¯m sorry I¡¯m not a responsible, subservient employee.
I¡¯ve tried it. I¡¯m just not good at it.
You¡¯re an exceptional M.E.
You¡¯re not so bad yourself.
I came really close to doubting that this week. It scared the hell out of me.
Yeah, well, you wonder why I run around chasing the truth all the time?
So I don¡¯t have to be by myself to discover my own.
That¡¯s a whole lot scarier.
- Well, we all have our demons. - Yeah, we do.
But that¡¯s why God created tequila.
Well, I wouldn¡¯t want to insult the upstairs.
- Or Woman. - Oh, it¡¯s definitely a man.
Uh, could be a waman.
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