***ME's Office***

Jordan: Haven't seen enough snow this winter? (Bug is staring at a snow globe.)

Bug: (Chuckles) My aunt sent it to me. I admired it when I visited her in India a few years back. Can't believe she remembered. 

Jordan: Well, it's not your birthday. What's the occasion? 

Bug: She died. 

Jordan: Oh, god, Bug, I'm so sorry. 

Bug: It's okay. It was a few weeks back. She'd been sick a while. Heh, great lady, though. Always thinking of everyone else but herself. 

Lily: Hey... I need you guys. There's a man here who's come in with the body of his employer. 

Jordan: Wow, that's loyalty. 

Lily: Well, he was the man's caregiver. He wants to speak to an ME. He's pretty insistent. 

Jordan: Hi, I'm Dr. Jordan Cavanaugh. This is Dr. Vijay. 

Owen: Owen Stanwood. Mr. Harvey here died peacefully in his sleep this morning at home. He was 92. I wanna make sure he doesn't have to spend too much time in a place like this. It's not right. It's not dignified. 

Jordan: Okay, well, uh, his left pupil seems normal. His right pupil is dilated. Did Mr. Harvey have a history of stroke? 

Owen: He had three transient ischemic att*cks in the past six months. 

Bug: Did he suffer from scleroderma? 

Owen: Yes, amongst other things. 

Lily: Are there any relatives? 

Owen: His daughter Julie. 

Lily: Uh, do you know how we can get in touch with her? 

Owen: No, and, um, I wouldn't bother. She didn't come to see him once in the past 18 months. Broke the poor man's heart. 

Bug: He's lucky he had you. 

Owen: I was the lucky one. Um, I brought all his medical records. His prescription drug history-- it's all there. 

Jordan: Wow, it looks like you've kept very thorough records. 

Bug: Mr. Harvey was an organ donor. 

Owen: Yes, um, it was a well-intentioned gesture. But considering his condition—

Jordan: Oh, we'll make an assessment. Due to his age, I'm sure an autopsy won't be necessary. 

Owen: Oh, thank you. Thank you so much. 

***Logan Airport***

Woody: Dr. Macy. 

Garret: Hey, Woody. 

Woody: What do we got? 

Garret: Well, since they called for a medical examiner and a homicide detective, my guess would be a body. 

Woody: Is sarcasm a prerequisite for being an ME? 

Garret: It helps. 

Helm: Garret! I'm glad you're here. 

Garret: Andrew, say hello to Detective Hoyt. This is Massport chief Andrew Helm. 

Helm: Hey. A passenger, Robert Castelli, uh, flight 440, inbound from San Francisco. He gets in an altercation with an airport cop. 

Woody: What kind of altercation? 

Helm: Uh, he looks sick. The officer asks him if he needs help. But Castelli shoves him. One shove wins you a first-class ticket to security. Went blue during questioning. Paramedics couldn't revive him. 

Woody: His ticket says Bangkok. 

Helm: That's where the flight originated. 

Woody: Picked up a virus over in Thailand? 

Helm: That's the fear. 

Woody: Should we get some masks in here? 

Garret: A little late for that now. 

Helm: We managed to stop the crew and most of the passengers before they left the airport. We're holding them until you tell me this isn't a patient zero situation. 

Garret: Rash is most likely an allergy, but pinpoint pupils, frothy edema, and a core temperature that must have dipped like a roller coaster... this is a narcotics OD. 

Woody: What is he, 22 years old? He his whole life ahead of him. I'll never understand why they do it. (A guy comes in and whispers something to Helm and then leaves.)

Helm: Garret, are you sure this is an OD? 

Garret: Yeah. Why? 

Helm: Helen Sivley, 58. She was a baggage handler. Worked the conveyer belt. Co-worker said that she started to act funny. And then her legs just cut out from under her. 

Garret: Another overdose. 

Helm: In one hour, two people die 50 yards apart of the same thing? 

Woody: At an international airport?

Helm: Are you sure that there isn't some virus that mimics an overdose, that's something that she could have caught from him? 

Garret: This is Pathology 101. You got two OD’s. 

Woody: How do you "catch" a drug overdose? 

Helm: Tell me why I shouldn't close down this entire airport. 

{Crossing Jordan Intro}

***ME's Office***

Lily: Jordan! Jordan! 

Jordan: Sorry. Oh, hey. 

Lily: Everything okay? 

Jordan: I'm not so sure. Uh, according to Mr. Harvey's medical records, he took 200 milligrams of nutritional supplements a day. Just did a routine blood workup that says he was vitamin K deficient. 

Lily: Well, I've got Julie Harvey in the conference room. Maybe she can explain it. 

Jordan: Well, that was quick. 

Lily: Well, she wasn't hard to find. She lives in Boston. Right down the street from her father. 

Jordan: Man, that's cold. Living so close to a dying parent and never visiting. 

Lily: That's the thing, Jordan. She claims they weren't estranged at all. 

Jordan: Ms. Harvey, I'm Jordan Cavanaugh. 

Julie: Owen Stanwood’s a liar! 

Jordan: That's a serious accusation. 

Julie: Well, so is saying that I don't care about my father. Maybe we didn't have a perfect relationship. I'm not exactly the easiest person to get along with. But we were civil to one another before Owen Stanwood came along. 

Jordan: What happened? 

Julie: That man drove a wedge between us. He took advantage of my father's senility. Kept him isolated. Turned him against me. 

Lily: Why would he do that? 

Julie: I don't know. He was a strange man. He was overly protective of my father. Always badgering me to fill out a do not resuscitate order. Suggesting options to ease dad into heaven or—

Jordan: Ms. Harvey, I found an anomaly in your father's blood work. Initially, we didn't feel an autopsy was necessary. But after what you've just told us, I would like to do one. 

Julie: Are you telling me that Owen Stanwood might have harmed my father? 

Jordan: I'm not sure. Let's see what your father's body tells us. 

***Logan Airport***

Woody: This doesn't make any sense, Dr. Macy. 

Garret: If everything made sense, we'd both be out of a job. Trust me, it's an OD.

Woody: What are we talking here-- a drug ring, a coincidence? 

Helm: Helen Sivley was last drug-tested on Tuesday. Negative. She was a model employee. She's been here 14 years. She took pride in the fact that she hasn't taken a sick day in the last five. If I release the passengers and the crew from 440, and we trigger an epidemic—

Garret: Then hold them. 

Helm: How fast can you get me an answer? 

Garret: As soon as I get the bodies back to the morgue. 

Woody: Could Castelli have had any contact with Helen Sivley? Some way he passed drugs? 

Helm: There's one way to find out.  (They go to the security room)

Woody: Anybody slacks off, you know. Why didn't Castelli's bags go through customs? 

Helm: They did, when he transferred in San Francisco and then they got rechecked on the leg to Boston. 

(On the security video, a bag falls off the conveyor and spills open. Sively picks up the items that fell out and puts them back in the suitcase.)

Woody: All right, if that's Castelli's bag, and there are drugs in there, Sivley could have lifted them. 

Helm: Play that again. Nope. Not unless she's Houdini. Hey, right there. Uh, uh, the time code. That's--that's when Castelli was detained. 

Woody: When did she die? 

Helm: 35 minutes later. Fast forward. 

Woody: There's no way she and Castelli could have had any physical contact. He's coming back from Thailand. Which kind of screams drugs. Where are the suitcases? 

Helm: I sent somebody to collect them. The bags are gone. 

***ME's Office***

Nigel: (Chuckles) Uh... (Chuckles) Sweet Nancy, look at this. 

Woody: What? What is it? 

Nigel: Check out how many hits I'm getting on my web site, nigelblog.com I'll be posting evidence on the Beacon Hill m*rder. Three years ago, three bodies were found--

Woody: It’s fascinating, really. It's extremely fascinating. Did you get that footage I t-3'd over from Logan? 

Nigel: Yeah, I did. And fascinating it is too. It's gonna get better, I promise. 

Woody: Could you fast forward it a little bit? A little more. Keep going, keep going. More, more, more, more. Stop right there. That guy. Is there any way you can ID him? 

Nigel: Well, he's not exactly wearing a nametag, but, uh... fret not. I still have a couple of unwrapped goodies in my bag of tricks.  

Woody: Where's Dr. Macy? 

Nigel: Uh, try trace. 

Woody: I got nothing so far. 

Garret: Well, not exactly setting the world on f*re myself. Waiting on the tox screen results. 

Woody: Talk to his next of kin yet? 

Garret: He had a fiancee. We still haven't been able to reach her. 

Woody: Kate Daley. There's an address here. I'll go track her down. 

Garret: I did talk to Mrs. Sivley's husband and son. And they both say it's ridiculous to think she would take heroin voluntarily. 

Woody: Since it's a little difficult to take heroin accidentally, that leaves m*rder. 

Garret: How do you figure? 

Woody: What if this were some kind of cleanup operation? All right, we have a courier and we got a baggage handler. Let's say they work for some sort of heroin smuggling ring. Once the drugs come, their job is over. Qccck! They're k*lled. 

Garret: By drug overdose? 

Woody: I'm riffing here. Work with me. My guess is it has something to do with the bags. 

Garret: What bags? 

Woody: Some guy came and took Castelli's bags off the baggage carousel. 

Nigel: No ID yet, Woody, but it's confirmed: Both victims definitely OD’d on heroin. 

Woody: And we're sure that there's no way that could be a coincidence? 

Nigel: Not a chance. I checked. Both doses came from the same batch. 

Woody: Castelli was rushed straight to security. Helen Sivley died near baggage handling. The two had no contact with each other. 

Garret: And I can't determine how the drug got in their systems. No needle marks, no evidence that they smoked it or snorted it. 

Nigel: Well, wait a minute. What we're saying here is that someone's figured out how to give people lethal doses of heroin without them knowing it? 

Garret: Yep. At Logan Airport. 

Woody: Where 75,000 people a day come in and out of the greater Boston area. 

Garret: And we still have no idea how they're doing it. 

***ME's Office***

Lily: Uh, Mr. Harvey is in drawer 18. 

Jordan: Well, at least science is on our side.  If Stanwood pulled a Kevorkian on this guy, we'll nail him. 

Lily: What is it? 

Jordan: He should only be wrapped up like this if... someone already opened him up. 

Lily: You don't think one of the donor procurement agents came in without us knowing? 

Jordan: Not without me or Bug signing off. 

Lily: Uh...  he's not on the autopsy schedule. Someone must have made a mistake. 

Jordan: Ah, one we're all gonna pay for. 

Jordan: Oh, tell me that's not Mr. Harvey's liver. 

Bug: What's the matter? 

Lily: Bug, you autopsied Mr. Harvey without permission. 

Bug: Yeah, I know. I'm sorry. 

Jordan: What were you thinking? 

Bug: Well, I can explain--

Jordan:  Please help me out here. 

Bug: Mr. Harvey suffered from scleroderma. It's a deadly skin disorder. The pain is excruciating, but there's no cure. 

Jordan: Bug, the liver. 

Bug: My aunt had the same disease, but died from liver failure, so I got to thinking: There's no serious research being done on scleroderma and liver dysfunction. And since Mr. Harvey was an organ donor--

Jordan: No, that's no excuse. 

Bug: Come on, Jordan. I mean, it's not like you haven't broken the rules before. I mean, you've done a dozen things that should have landed you in prison. 

Jordan: Not only did you do this without authorization, but you broke the chain of evidence. 

Bug: What evidence? He was an old man who died of natural causes. 

Lily: We're not so sure of that. 

Jordan: So even if we find evidence of foul play, it'll be challenged in court as inadmissible. You know, Bug, I hope for the sake of your job you come up with a better excuse than that. 

Lily: Bug... hey. What's really going on here? 

Bug: My aunt, she died slowly and painfully from a terrible disease, and I just-- just felt like I had to do something. 

***Kate Daley's Apartment***

Kate: Never seen him before. 

Woody: He's the man who took your fiancee's luggage out of baggage claim. 

Kate: This doesn't make any sense. Robert told me that he was going to the library while I worked in the darkroom. 

Woody: When was that? 

Kate: Thursday, around, um, 6:00. 

Woody: And you weren't suspicious when he didn't show up for three days? 

Kate: Uh, he's done this before. Sleeps at a friend's house.  (Crying) We were, uh... having some problems. God, he said it was behind him. I was so convinced that he was clean. 

Woody: Addicts can be good liars. 

Kate: Ohh, how could I have been so stupid? 

Woody: You have any idea how he could have left here that night and ended up in Thailand 19 hours later? 

Kate: No. No idea. 

Woody: Well, if we could retrace his steps-- who he talked to, where he went, was he alone. 

Kate: I told you, I have no idea. 

Woody: We have his credit card records. And he spent $57 Thursday night at a bar called The Hanger. Do you know it? 

Kate: Yeah, it's a college hangout, four blocks away. 

Woody: I'm very sorry for your loss. I know how it feels to hear that... someone you loved is not who you think they are. 

***The Hanger Sports Bar***

Woody: Have you seen this guy? 

Bartender: Dude, I see so many faces in here. I have no idea who that is. 

Woody: How about this guy? 

Bartender: Sorry. 

Woody: He was in here on Tuesday night. You work Tuesdays, right? 

Bartender: Yeah. 

Woody: You tell me you don't remember a guy who ran up a $60 bar tab? 

Bartender: I don't look at 'em, dude. You make eye contact with them, you end up listening to their problems. I don't wanna. 

Waitress: I know that guy. Remember? He comes in here with his girlfriend sometimes. He was in here on Thursday. He was...nervous. 

Woody: About what? 

Waitress: He said he was leaving that night at, like, 10:00, and he hated flying. 

Woody: Drinking up a little courage. 

Waitress: Yeah.  

Patrons: Excuse me, waitress. 

Waitress: I told him he was gonna miss his flight. He said he could cut it close 'cause he wasn't checking any baggage.  This picture... is he, like, d*ad? 

Woody: Yeah. 

Waitress: Oh, my god. What happened? 

Woody: Was he alone? 

Waitress: Yeah. 

Woody: Did he say where he was going or why? 

Waitress: Uh, not where. All he said was if he took this trip, he'd finally have enough money to buy an engagement ring.  

Patrons: Can we get some service over here? 

Waitress: I gotta go. 

***ME's Office***

Lily: Hey, I just got a call from Julie Harvey wondering how the autopsy is going. 

Jordan: Well, nothing suspicious so far, lucky for Bug. 

Lily: Hey, I know what he did was really stupid, but his heart was in the right place. 

Jordan: Explain that to Julie Harvey. 

Lily: (Door opens) Uh-oh, this is not a good news face. 

Bug: I ran Mr. Harvey's liver through the mass spectrometer and found a small dose of warfarin. 

Jordan: Wow, there's our smoking g*n. 

Lily: What's warfarin? 

Bug: It's a blood thinner. The last thing a person prone to TIA should be taking. 

Jordan: Also explains the vitamin K deficiency. 

Lily: So either Mr. Stanwood accidentally gave Mr. Harvey the wrong medication... 

Jordan: Or he's an angel of death. This evidence would have nailed Stanwood's ass to the bedpan. 

Lily: So what do we do now? 

Jordan: I have to tell Julie Harvey the truth. 

Bug: No, Jordan, I do. I screwed this up. I have to make it right. 

Lily: But telling Julie Harvey what happened doesn't get Stanwood off the streets. 

Jordan: Lily is right. We have to find some other way of proving that Stanwood did this. 

Bug: But without Mr. Harvey's body? 

Jordan: Wait. He's done this once. Maybe he's done it before. 

Lily: If that's true, there could be another body out there. Maybe more. 

Jordan: We get a list of his past employers. We look for any similar deaths.  

Bug: But how will that prove he k*lled Mr. Harvey? 

Jordan: It doesn't. But if there's a pattern, and we could pin another m*rder on him, at least it'd get him locked up. 

Bug: How do we get this list? I mean, it's not like we can just ask him for it. 

Lily: Actually, I think we can. And I know the perfect guy to help us do it. 

***Coffee Shop***

(Seely is posing as Lily's husband while they are talking to Owen.)

Owen: Where is mother Lebowski currently living? 

Seely: In a group home down in Rhode Island. And I'm fine with keeping her there. Really fine. But...the wife here wants her nearby. And what the wife wants, the wife gets. 

Lily: What I really want is for her to move home with us. But she thinks my husband is an obnoxious jerk. Isn't that right... honey bun? 

Seely: Well, thank goodness you don't feel that way... sweetie pie. 

Owen: Taking care of a dying family member can put quite a strain on a marriage. You're smart to consider hiring a caregiver. Though, as I told you, I've already committed to a new client. 

Lily: Yes, we know. But when I saw you in the morgue, how compassionate you were, I'm sure that we could improve upon whatever salary you're making. 

Owen: This isn't about the money for me. 

Seely: Good to know. Now, both of us feel very strongly that mother Lebowski doesn't suffer in any way so, uh, how do you feel about DNR's? 

Owen: I consider them an act of love. 

Lily: Wow. I really admire your line of work, Mr. Stanwood. Taking care of people in their final days. I don't know how you do it. 

Owen: Well, I admit it can be quite painful. Um, I become very attached to my clients. But there's also a kind of a quieting hope. 

Lily: How do you mean? 

Owen: Almost as though, for a brief second, I can see a portal open to god. 

Lily: Huh. 

Seely: Well, we'd really like to get the ball rolling. Uh, you know, in case your new client isn't long for this world. So if we could see a list of prior employment. 

Owen: Of course. 

Seely: And this is everyone you've ever cared for? 

Owen: My life's work. 

Seely: Great. So, uh, let us do some detective work, and, uh... check out your references. And, uh, we'll get back to you. Right...honey bun? 

Lily: Whatever you say... pumpkin. 

***ME's Office***

Woody: Tell me you're having better luck than I am. 

Nigel: Well, we're about to find out. I'm running a lip-reading program. It's got a 90% accuracy rate. 

Woody: Lip reading? Does that really work? 

Nigel: Well, we'll see, won't we? Very exciting.  

Woody: Exciting would be an ID on my bag snatcher.  

(Beeping)

Computer voice: Hey... mybe not a wasted drip after all. I'll neet you at turd and north in amount an hour. 

Woody: Turd and north? 

Nigel: Like I said, 90%. 

***Third and North: Shoe Sales and Repairs***

Woody: The fiancee thought that Castelli had cleaned up his act. Same old story with these people. 

Nigel: "These people"? Frankly, we don't know the whole story, now, do we? 

Woody: I know enough to know that he was lying to everyone in his life. That's what addicts do. End of story. 

Nigel: That's a tad dogmatic, don't you think? 

Woody: See, the problem is, you never know before you start if you're gonna be an addict or a non-addict. 

Nigel: Woody... 

Woody: And the best way not to fall into that pit--

Nigel: Woody--

Woody: Is to never start. 

Nigel: Woody! (He points to the store sign: Third and North)

Woody: It's unlocked. Hello? Lock the door. 

(The scene changes to Garret starting an autopsy on Castelli and then it changes back to Third and North)

Nigel: Huh, half the stolen property in Boston here in one convenient location. 

Woody: It's Castelli's. 

Nigel: Were there two suitcases? 

Woody: Yeah. 

(The scene changes to Garret taking a skin scraping off Castelli and then the scene changes back to Wood, who takes a sweater out of Castelli's suitcase and shakes it out, sniffling. Garret is looking at the skin sample on a screen and then takes off. The scene briefly changes back to Woody who is putting down the sweater, then back to Garret who takes a cream colored sweater of a rack. Back at the store, Nigel finds a d*ad guy.)

Nigel: Hey, Woody, we got another OD.

(They scene quickly switches to the morgue where Garret is bringing the sweater into trace and is putting it under a large magnifying glass. Back at Third and North, Woody collapses.)

Nigel: Woody? Woody! Woody! Woody. (Cell phone rings)

Woody: (Mumbling) I don't know who he is. 

Nigel: (Cell phone ringing) Dr. Macy? 

Garret: Nigel, where are you? 

Nigel: Dr. Macy, I need--

Garret: If you find the suitcases, don't touch anything in them. The heroin's in the clothes. 

Nigel: I know, it's too late. Send some paramedics. Third and North. 

Garret: They're on the way. 

Nigel: Right. Third and North (Whispering to Woody) Okay, stay with me. Stay with me. 

(Woody is lying on a gurney. The camera switches to how things look from Woody's perspective.)

(Distorted voices)

Garret: Looks like he's gonna make it. (Distorted) You're lucky. A few more minutes it could have been over. (Woody tries to get up.) Take it easy. Take it easy. 

Woody: Why is my arm k*lling me? 

Nigel: There's a sh*t of naloxone in your deltoid. It's a heroin antagonist. Kept you alive. 

Woody: What? 

Garret: The heroin's in the clothes. 

Nigel: Seriously in need of a warning label.  The heroin on the sweater rubbed off on your gloves. You must have been scratching at your eye. 

Garret: Your tear duct's a mucous membrane. You got a direct dose of heroin. 

Nigel: You OD'd, Woody. 

Woody: I was drugged? 

Garret: Yeah. So was Castelli and the baggage handler. 

Nigel: And that poor sap in there. But at least the passengers on flight 440 have been released. 

Woody: Oh, damn it. The other suitcase is still out there. If someone else dies--

Nigel: Hold on, we've been busy while you've been napping. Now, the bloke in there, the d*ad guy, he's not the one that stole the suitcases. He's his partner. He's got a record a mile long-- breaking and entering, petty theft, stolen goods. 

Woody: So...who we looking for? 

Nigel: One Dexter Pontillo. He's known for selling stolen goods out of the trunk of his car. 

Woody: He's got the second bag? 

Nigel: That is the current thinking, yeah. 

Woody: He went from b&e to selling drugs? 

Garret: It's possible. And if he or anyone else touches what's in it... 

Woody: (to the officers standing nearby) Hey.  We're gonna need an APB to every ER in the city. Anybody comes in with a heroin overdose, they got to alert us immediately. 

Officer: Got it. 

Woody: Thank you. 

Garret: Let's get you checked out at a hospital. 

Woody: Yeah, maybe later. 

Garret: No, I'm serious. 

Woody: So am I! 

Garret: Hey! I think you need to go to a hospital. 

Woody: Do I? 

Garret: Yeah, you do. Woody! What the hell's going on? 

Woody: I can't believe this happened to me, Dr. Macy. Me of all people. 

Garret: It could have happened to any of us. 

Woody: No, I-- I hate drugs. I hate drugs. I've never so much as taken a-- My brother had a problem. He's clean now, or so he says, but I, uh... I watched what they did to him. I watched what they turned him into. I appreciate your concern, but I'm gonna go find this bag. 

***ME's Office***

Seely: Stroke. Stroke. Stroke. Stroke. Stroke. Stroke, and stroke. 

Jordan: Seven strokes out of twelve employers. What are the odds? 

Seely: Yeah, well, I'm no mathematician, but I'd guess that--

Bug: 10,217 to one. Well, strokes account for seven percent of all deaths, so then you'd--

Seely: Yeah, the point is it sounds like we got an angel of death. 

Lily: Now we just have to prove it. 

Seely: Yeah, well, good luck with that, sweetie pie. 

Lily: Thanks for the support, honey bun. 

Bug: Honey bun? 

Seely: All right, reality check here. Most of these bodies weren't even autopsied. You're gonna ask to exhume people's loved ones based on evidence tainted by Dr. Frankenstein here? 

Bug: Listen, you inglorious bastard--

Jordan: Let's focus, gentlemen, okay? Out of the 12, how many were autopsied? 

Seely: A whopping two. And one wasn't even a stroke victim. 

Lily: Why so few? 

Bug: Less than one in 25 elderly folks are ever autopsied. If it looks like they had a stroke--

Jordan: Then they probably had a stroke. Do either of them have stored tissue samples? 

Bug: Just on non-stroke victim. A Mrs. Wilson from Roanoke, Virginia. 

Jordan: That's something. Let's get the samples. 

Bug: Yeah, except I know the chief ME there. He's a total ass. He'll make us jump through a week's worth of paperwork. 

Seely: Give me the number. I'm not just any inglorious bastard. I'm an inglorious bastard with a badge.  (Bug hands over the number.)

Nigel: So what I'm saying is if the heroin was put into the sweaters in Thailand, and Robert Castelli brought it back here for someone to sell, someone here has to be able to unbond the heroin from the fabric. 

Garret: Yeah, hard to smoke a sweater. 

Nigel: Yeah, the dosage is, shall we say, severe. Not good for repeat business. 

Garret: Let's hope Woody finds that second suitcase. 

Nigel: Yeah, in the meantime, if we can deconstruct the process, figure out the chemicals used to extract the heroin, maybe we can trace those chemicals to the people who bought them, eh? 

Garret: Autopsy on a cardigan. A first for me. 

***Police Car/Boston Corner***

Woman: (over a police radio) Unit 10, I'm connecting you to the ER at BU Medical.  They've got a male, 47 years old, came in a couple of hours ago, reportedly suffering from a heroin overdose. 

Man: (over a police radio) Emergency. 

Woody: (over a police radio) Hey, this is Detective Woody Hoyt, Boston PD. Is the victim wearing an off-white sweater? 

Man: Uh, yeah, that's right. 

Woody: All right, nobody touches that sweater. Is the victim conscious? 

Man: Barely. 

Woody: All right, ask him where he got it. 

Man: What? 

Woody: Ask him where he got the damn sweater! 

(Police sirens)

(Tires screech)

Woody: Pontillo! On the ground, now! Do not touch those sweaters! Do not touch those sweaters! Hands behind your head! On the ground, now! Do it! (Pontillo takes off running) Freeze! Stop! Stop! Freeze! I said stop!  Freeze!  (Woody fires his g*n, not directly at Pontillo) Get down here. Get down here! Your partner's already d*ad. You wanna be d*ad too? How many sweaters you sell? How many sweaters you sell? 

Pontillo: One! 

Woody: Anybody else touch them? 

Pontillo: No, nobody! They're butt ugly, and nobody wanted one, okay? 

Woody: You're lucky it's freezing out here. These cheap-ass gloves saved your worthless life. I can't say the same for the three people your heroin k*lled. 

Pontillo: Heroin? What are you talking about? I'm not a dealer. Look at me! I sell crappy sweaters on the street for five bucks a pop! 

***ME's Office***

Bug: (Beeping) Big, fat nada. I ran the tissue samples for warfarin, coumadin, any type of blood thinner-- all negative. 

Lily: Well, maybe Mrs. Wilson died naturally. 

Seely: All right, we're in the 15th round here. We need a knockout. Time to start throwing some haymakers. 

Bug: Great, we're reduced to incomprehensible sports metaphors. 

Seely: I'm saying I'm bringing Stanwood in. Look, sometimes all it takes is getting the guy in the hot seat. Letting him know you're on to him. Who knows? Maybe I'll trip him up. What's the worst that could happen? 

Bug: Gee, I don't know-- you screw things up, tip him off, he skips town. 

Seely: All right, there's that. But, then again, it just might work. 

Bug: I don't like him. 

***Kate Daley's Apartment***

Woody: (Knock on door) Hi. Ms. Daley, I hope I'm not disturbing you. 

Kate: No. 

Woody: I just came by to tell you that we found the bags that Robert brought back from Thailand. He didn't take heroin, Ms. Daley. Not intentionally. They were in the clothes. In the bags, inside the clothes. He, uh... put on a sweater that was filled with heroin. 

Kate: So he didn't, um--

Woody: No, no, it was an accident. He must have stolen one of the sweaters and put it on when he h*t the cold air of Boston. Probably in the jetway ramp. Anyway, I-- I just thought you should know that. 

Kate: Thank you. 

***ME's Office***

Woody: Anything? 

Nigel: I'm working on it. 

Woody: Yeah, I can see that. 

Nigel: Dr. Macy and I have been working all night on getting the heroin out of that sweater. It's like an Elvin knot. You know, you just can't untangle it. 

Garret: We haven't reached a d*ad end yet. 

Woody: I have--this guy Pontillo was not the bag man. He's just some petty thief. He had no idea what he had. 

Garret: So if Pontillo wasn't supposed to pick up the bags, who was? 

Nigel: Well you can bet they weren't gonna trust Castelli to carry around something like $1 million's worth of heroin for too long. 

Woody: My guess is the second the bags h*t baggage claim, they would have been all over them. 

Garret: Ok, then somebody else was supposed to pick them up. 

Nigel: Yeah, but like who? 

Woody: Still got that surveillance video from the baggage claim at Logan? 

Nigel: Yeah. 

Woody: Scroll it forward. 

Nigel: I'm not seeing anything. 

Garret: Keep going. 

Woody: Stop. Play it. Stop. 

Garret: You recognize him? 

Woody: Yeah.  I recognize him. 

***The Hanger Sports Bar***

Woody: Boston PD! Everybody relax. Everybody calm down.  We're all gonna chill out. So you can finish your drinks, because nobody's moving, and nobody's leaving. And remember to tip your waitresses. 

Bartender: What are you doing? (Woody grabs his collar and pulls him towards the bar.) Uhh!  

Woody: (Glass breaks) Where are the drugs? 

Bartender: I don't know-- ow! Aah! 

Woody: You lose some bags at the airport? 

Bartender: What are you doing? What are you talking about? 

Woody: Place looks busy. Guess word gets out when a fine establishment such as this serves people what they're looking for. 

Bartender: Look, I'm not following you, chief. 

Woody: I'm not the chief. But I got a tape of you looking for your lost shipment. So why don't you tell me where the drugs are, and maybe I'll cut you a deal. 

Bartender: You can't just come in here without a warrant and bust up my bar! 

Woody: You shut up and listen! (Woody waves the warrant in front of the bartender's face.) I can come in here and do whatever I want. This organization is going down. You are going down. So if you're gonna play ball with me, I suggest the time is now. 

Garret: Woody, we got him. K-9 found it under the floorboards, eight bricks. That's over 16 kilos of heroin. 

Woody: How much does it suck to be you? 

***ME's Office***

Woody: You found what we need to nail him? 

Garret: Chemical process they're using, Davis may be the dealer, but there's no way he's the guy behind it. Technique's cutting edge. This dealer could go down, and there'd be 100 more lined up to take the product. We have to stop the process. Problem is it's gonna take a genius to figure out what it is. 

Nigel: Okay, before, we were stuck. We had the sweater, but no viable way of extracting the heroin until we got this. Now, each garment holds approximately half a pound of pure heroin.  A simple chemical equation gives us the process. The actual weave of the sweater facilitates in the heroin bonding. Now, they put it together by liquefying crystal heroin with acetic anhydride and, bam, some sodium quinal-barbitone. And then lightly dipping the fabric into it, like that. But our friends in Thailand got greedy, and they oversaturated it. 

Garret: That's why it's so deadly. 

Nigel: 90% tetrochloroethylene, 5% deionized water, 4% silver halide, and 1% butyl peroxide. Check this out. Shazam, baby. 

Woody: It's that easy? 

Nigel: Easy? You think that's easy? You know how hard I worked on that? Worked my butt off on that, Woody. I been working all night! 

Garret: Nigel! 

Nigel: Not like you day trippers. What? 

Garret: Can you trace the ingredients? 

Nigel: Well, the deionized water and butyl peroxide you can get at any hardware store. Tetrochloroethylene is the main ingredient in dry cleaning. There's over 700 dry cleaners in the city of Boston alone. Silver halide is used in developing film. So you add up all the local hobbyists, weekend labs... doesn't exactly narrow the field. 

Woody: You're telling me we're looking for a photographer. 

Nigel: That's the key. (Woody takes off.) (Shouting) You're welcome! 

***Boston Police Precinct***  

Lily: He looks so innocent.  

Seely: An act. All I have to do is rip through is facade. 

Lily: Using what for amm*nit*on? We have nothing on him. 

Seely: Watch me. 

Lily: Matt! Don't put on a show. Just...figure out if we're right about him.  

(Seely enters interrogation room.)

Seely: We decided to leave mother Lebowski in Rhode Island. So we won't be needing your services after all. 

Owen: I don't understand. What's going on? 

Seely: Your resume was very interesting. Twelve employers, seven deaths from stroke. 

Owen: They were old.  

Seely: (Chuckles) Did you do the math, Owen? You know what the odds are?  10,217 to one.  

Owen: Why are you doing this? Wh-why am I here? 

Seely: The morgue found warfarin in Samuel Harvey's body. Now, how do you reckon it got there, Owen? 

Owen: Warfarin? 

Seely: I'm guessing you know what it is? 

Owen: Of course I do. But I would never have given it to Mr. Harvey. It's contraindicated for someone with his blood pressure. 

Seely: Yeah, but you like opening that portal to god. Don't you, Owen? 

Owen: Have you ever stood at the threshold between life and death, Detective? 

Seely: You k*ll people to play god. 

Owen: I don't k*ll people. I...take care of them. I ease their burdens. And when their time comes, I watch them slip away... to a better place. Where they can no longer be devastated by the neglect of their families. No longer be ravaged by disease. No longer feel any pain. 

***ME's Office***

Jordan: So, Bug, I'm thinking. That woman who died in Virginia--

Bug: We tried, Jordan. No blood thinner.  

Jordan: Well, stay with me here.  She wasn't a good candidate for a stroke. But according to these records, she was on a ventilator for cardiopulmonary disease. 

Bug: So vinethene, fluormar, any type of gaseous anesthetic. 

Jordan: Would have put her down like a sick animal.  You know, I called an ex-boyfriend of mine at Boston General. He was really interested in your theories on scleroderma and liver dysfunction. You should call him.  

(The computer results indicate fluoromar in the sample.)

Bug: Fluoromar. 

Jordan: Yeah, fluoromar. 

***Boston Police Precinct*** 

Seely: You remember Dr. Vijay, don't you?  

Bug: Darlene Wilson. You remember her? The woman you k*lled in Virginia by pumping her full of fluoromar? 

Owen: Even if that were true, you've got the same problem as the detective here.  How to tie it to me. You got no proof. 

Bug: The proof exists. And since you were Mrs. Wilson's caregiver, I'm sure you remember her son is a Logan county judge. Do you really think he's gonna let you get away once we tell him what you did to his mother? You know, I think we ought to turn him over to Virginia. They got the death penalty there. 

Seely: It's the electric chair in Virginia. You know how it works? They strap you in and juice you with 50,000 volts. Not pretty. Oh, I forgot-- you like to stand at the portal between life and death. 

Bug: Well, we can arrange that for you.  (Chuckles) Unless, of course, you want to confess to Samuel Harvey's m*rder here in Massachusetts, where there's no death penalty.  

Seely: It shouldn't go that hard for you. I mean, he's an old guy who's near death anyway. You can try to sell that angel of mercy story to the DA and the judge. 

Owen: You're bluffing. 

Bug: Oh, try me. Please. Try me. 

(Lily, who has been watching through the one-way glass, slightly nods her head yes.)

***Kate Daley's Apartment***

(Knock on door)

Kate: Detective. 

Woody: Hey, do you mind if we come in? We have a warrant. Sometimes it's right in front of your eyes, and you don't even notice it. 

Kate: Excuse me? 

Woody: Was it your idea to send Robert or did he volunteer? 

Kate: I--I don't know what you're--

Woody: All he had to do was pick up two little cases and leave them alone. Sounds easy enough.  Except he made a mistake. He couldn't resist the temptation. Who's gonna find out? He opened them. 

Kate: Why--why are you telling me all this?  

Officer: Detective Hoyt... 

Woody: Chromamatte. 

Kate: I take photographs, Detective. 

Woody: Yeah, but what's gonna happen here is we're gonna take this canister back to the lab and link it to the heroin. See, your process leave small traces behind. What do you think it felt like, Kate? Having 90% of pure heroin seep into every one of your pores? Your brain frying, your heart racing so fast. What hurts more? Losing him... or losing the shipment? 

Kate: Okay, I told him not to open the bags. It was the one thing that I didn't even think about. 

Woody: I almost feel bad for you, Kate. Really, I do. Except you poured on the tears so well before, I'm beginning to think they're chemical too. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. 

***ME's Office***

Woody: DA says it goes a lot higher than Kate. She's already starting to give names. 

Garret: It's amazing what people do to make a buck. 

Woody: Listen, Doc, I-- I know this case kind of got to me. But I want you to know that I'm okay. I put it behind me. 

Garret: Woody...last time I checked, we were all human.  

Jordan: Hey... 

Garret: So, uh, hear things have been a little strained around here lately. Come on, this place is a sieve. 

Jordan: Oh, you know, sometimes professional disagreements breed solutions. 

Bug: Yeah, all taken care of. 

Jordan: We're gonna leave it at that. 

Garret: And if there was more to it, you'd tell me, right? 

Jordan: Of course not. 

Bug: No way. 

Jordan: So, you two gentlemen want to buy a girl dinner? 

Woody: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Why are we always buying you dinner? 

Jordan: Oh, please. There's two of you. There's one of me. 

Woody: Oh, come on now...
{"type": "series", "show": "Crossing Jordan", "episode": "04x14 - Gray m*rder"}