"I have one announcement to make and then you can all get back to your busy schedules." "For those of you who don't know Phil Granger, he's the state efficiency expert assigned to keep things running..." "Efficiently." "Right." "He and I will be conducting staff evaluations over the next couple of days." "What exactly will these evaluations be used for?" "We'll be interviewing everyone from the custodial workers to the medical staff, to see how we can make this ship run a little tighter." "Don't you mean lighter?" "Well, it is possible that due to budget shortfalls, a position in this office may have to be eliminated." "The interview schedule will be posted on the bulletin board." "That's all." "Well, it isn't gonna be me, that's for sure." "Yeah, right." "An insect expert." "How could this place possibly run without one?" "Now, a crack criminalist like myself, clearly indispensable." "Relax, you guys." "It's not gonna be one of us." "Yeah, it's easy for you to say." "Your fellowship's paid for by a private grant." "Doesn't mean I don't feel your pain." "Look, whoever it is, it's gonna be someone with an attitude problem." "Someone surly." "A thorn in the side." "Malcontent." "Did I miss the meeting?" "What?" "Hey." "Detective Frazier, Homicide." "Come on, Rick." "Hasn't been that long, has it?" "Oh, it's coming back to me." "Jordan Cavanaugh of the fighting Cavanaughs." "Yeah, well, I keep trying to get out of the ring, but they keep pulling me back in." "And, so I understand he left the building in an unconventional manner." "Kind of early in the season, though, isn't it?" "I mean, midterms haven't even started." "Yeah." "For some kids, "F" stands for flying leap off the tallest building." "Not this time." "So he's not an F student?" "No, he's not a student, period." "Graduated a couple of years ago." "The kids ID'd him as Casey Dean." "We found a syringe, some pills and a spoon up on the roof." "There's puncture marks on the forearm there." "Looks like he got high and he thought he could fly." "No, that's not right." "Look at this." "See these needle marks here?" "Yeah." "They correspond exactly with these small tears in his shirt, like he shot up with the sleeve rolled down." "Who shoots up without rolling up his sleeve?" "Nobody." "My guess is he was already dead by the time he hit the ground." "Yo, macho man." "So you couldn't sucker anybody into helping you out here?" "I'd think with the promise of a free drink that..." "That's just it." "There is no drink." "I thought you just got your liquor license approved." "Lot of good it does me if I can't get anyone to deliver it." "The mob controls liquor distribution in this town and guess who runs this block?" "Who?" "Blackie Conroy." "Blackie?" "Dad, the guy is a killer." "You can't do business with him." "The last time we had a face to face," "I was slapping the cuffs on him." "Well, I'm not exactly on his Christmas list either." "But this is a big city." "There are a lot of other distributors." "Just go somewhere else." "The only folks who'll deliver charge five times the going rate." "But you open in three days." "What are you gonna do?" "What's this "you"?" "You're helping out." "Oh." "Great." "Bar wench in the only liquorless Irish pub on the planet." "Hey, maybe we could hold AA meetings here." "I'm serious." "I've sunk everything I've got into this place." "What are Bug's financial prospects in the near future?" "Ooh." "Ooh, that's brutal." "No other word describes it." "What?" "What?" "So, I hear someone's gonna get fired, huh?" "Cavalier, party of one." "Oh, come on, it's not gonna be any of us." "So is this guy hanging?" "No..." "Oh, okay, fine." "It's not gonna be any of you guys." "But don't worry about me." "I mean," "I keep a bag packed for just such occasions." "And you're all right with that?" "Oh, yeah." "I've been fired more times than I've been hired." "I really couldn't give a flying..." "Save your expletives for the lady at the unemployment window." "Fine." "Look, I need some help in Trace." "Anybody?" "Yeah, I'll be there in a minute." "Thanks." "I'm gonna miss her." "You know, we can't let them intimidate us like this." "Our only chance is to stick together." "I'm with you guys." "All for one, one for all." "Oh, Dr. Sanders." "I just took a message from your father." "My father?" "He said he's coming into town." "Your dad's coming." "That's good news." "Isn't it?" "Well, let's see." "There was this one time when I heard a suspicious noise." "Thank the Lord, I was there, too." "And what was it?" "What was what?" "The noise." "I mean, you investigated it, right?" "Well, I waited to see if I heard it again." "And did you?" "Nope." "So you never actually left the desk?" "If something happens to me, then that's it." "I'm the last line of defense." "Look at this." "Blunt force trauma to the back of the neck." "And this patterned contusion here, this didn't happen from the fall." "No, but it's what broke his neck." "Whoever killed him went through a lot of trouble to cover up how he really died." "Huh." "Looks like the murder weapon was made of wood." "So, someone hit him hard enough to drive that splinter through the bone and then chucked him off the roof." "Something like that." "How far did he fall?" "Five stories." "Doesn't look like 75 feet of damage." "Oh, nice tattoo." "Let me go check on the blood work." "Okay." "Hi." "Oh, hey." "You got a report on this kid yet?" "I've not even out of Trace yet." "What's the rush?" "You got something?" "Yeah." "And I'm reluctant to share." "I have this vague recollection of you being a big troublemaker." "Share or I get real slow real fast." "Fine." "We lifted a print off of one of those dope bags we found on the roof." "Belongs to Given Tolliver, one of Blackie Conroy's men." "Well, well, well." "The Lord works in mysterious ways." "What's that supposed to mean?" "I just happen to have some unfinished business" "I need to discuss with Mr. Conroy." "Hey, look." "I can't afford to have you making this thing personal." "One thing you might want to remember, uh, with me, it's always personal." "Lily." "Hey." "Did you do all this?" "No." "Does it have a card?" ""From Carl, your friend in Limb Disposal. "" "Hey." "Those look like my car keys." "Good call there, mate, 'cause they are your car keys." "I just thought I'd give that old jalopy of yours a little wax and a rub." "Anything for my favorite boss." "That brown-noser." "Excuse me." "Where's Admissions?" "What the hell is that?" "It's the old cornerstone from Macon Bank on State Street." "We excavated it this morning." "That's very interesting, but why are you bringing it here?" "Well, if it isn't the lovely Jordy Cavanaugh." "Must be my lucky day." "Nice setup you got here, Blackie." "I'm sure you got paperwork for all this liquor." "Feel free to check it out, Detective." "Well, actually, we just want to talk to one of your associates, Given Tolliver, in connection with the murder of Casey Dean." "Got a warrant?" "Just want him to come down and answer a few questions." "Go with them." "Don't make a scene." "Watch your fingers." "Why are you mixed up in all this?" "Selling drugs to college kids." "Wow, that's a new low for even you." "I thought you just shook down innocent bar owners." "Well, that's just business, hon." "There's no telling what kind of trouble your old man could get into if I wasn't looking out for him." "If your prints are anywhere near this murder," "I promise you I will find them." "Staying late to impress the boss." "Not a bad idea." "No, it's not like that." "I thought we agreed that I'd be the last one to leave tonight." "I need the brownie points." "Sorry, I'm just not in a rush to get home." "Oh, the old avoiding the parents shuffle, eh?" "There's no way to avoid my dad, especially when he's got it in for you." "Why?" "Did you do something wrong?" "Yeah." "I didn't become him." "No, no." "I don't need a deal on coffee beans." "I need you to deliver my liquor by this Friday." "Yeah, Cavanaugh." "Max." "Hello?" "Careful, careful, careful!" "An old bar like this, no telling how many bodies are inside these walls." "Guess I should be flattered that you came in person, rather than sending one of your boys." "Well, this is more of a personal visit." "How personal?" "Relax." "I brought you a bar-warming present." "We were little bad asses, weren't we?" "Sharks, every last one of us." "But we had each other's backs." "That was 1000 years ago, and you didn't come here to reminisce." "So get to the point." "I want you to tell your daughter to stop digging into the Dean case." "Normally, it would be business, but since you and me got history..." "You come in here threatening my child?" "I'd never touch a hair on that girl's head." "You misunderstand me." "I'm not threatening her, Max." "I'm threatening you." "Oh, you sure got brass ones." "You know you're talking to a cop." "An ex-cop with a bad reputation." "Look at you, one drink away from being a stereotype." "You raise a flag, who's gonna come running?" "Nobody." "Tell Jordan to back off, and we got no problem." "You get the hell out of my bar." "Just remember, Max, you're in my world now." "We found the drugs right about there." "I told you, he wasn't thrown from that high." "There's not enough damage to the body." "All right, so, where then?" "Well, uh, there." "Maybe even there." "What the hell is this?" "Laser range finder." "Sort of remembered you as a low tech gal." "That was before I got the toys." "Ah." "These electronic pulse generators emit a laser which we aim at the bull's eyes, and the distance is measured out and shot right into here." "Now, I'll correct for our guy's height and weight, et voilà!" "So where'd he come from then?" "I checked the floor plan." "It must be 213 or 303." "I got a list of everyone in the dorm." "Well, well, well." "Check out 213." "Kieran Conroy." "As in Blackie Conroy's son." "It is a small world after all." "I thought it was just like a quick little, "Hi, my name is... "" ""And I love working here 'cause" type thing." "Well, me too." "In and out in five minutes tops." "Yeah." "Sure." "If you're prepared for that to be the last five minutes of your career." "Did you sleep in those, mate?" "My presentation is shaping up to be a thing of beauty." "I've got charts, I've got graphs," "I've got insects that'll mate and die on command." "And you're trying to keep your job?" "Hey, whose '75 Ford Fairmont is that in the parking lot?" "Mine." "Why do you ask?" "Well, it was here when I left last night." "When I got here in the morning, it was in my parking spot." "Oh, I'm sorry." "I must have parked it there by mistake." "It's pretty dark when I get here in the morning." "I'll move it right away." "All right, thanks." "Good morning." "Hey." "He came in on the tube with me this morning." "Said his battery was flat, the little..." "Hey, what happened to all for one?" "Yeah, well, there's another musketeer saying that applies right now." ""All's fair in love and war. " And this is war." "I don't think the musketeers said that." "Dad." "Trey." "I stopped by your place last night." "Your apartment looked nice, from the outside." "Didn't you get my message?" "Sorry about that." "I had a lot of work to do here." "Well, don't tell me." "A life and death emergency, minus the life and the emergency part, right?" "Right." "So let me show you around." "Well, actually, I have a lecture in an hour." "In utero Myocardial valve Reconstruction." "I thought I'd take you along." "I can't really leave right now." "We're..." "They're cutting staff and everybody's on edge about it." "You're on a fellowship." "You've got nothing to worry about." "I know that, but I need to support." "They're my friends." "Friends over family." "Why am I not surprised?" "I'm leaving my practice." "What?" "Don't go, please." "Let go of me, okay." "You make me sick." "I don't know what came over me, baby." "Please!" "Hey, take it easy." "Hey, take your hands off me!" "Hey, Boston P.D., Homicide." "You Kieran Conroy?" "Get your hands off me." "Or what?" "You gonna toss me out a window?" "Hey, Frazier." "Take a look at this." "So big deal, I spilled some paint." "Well, whatever it was, he bleached it out." "Nice try, kid." "This is a blood stain." "Just extricated the pelvic bone." "Now able to ascertain that this is the body of a..." "Of a four to six-year-old female, buried circa 1958, the year the foundation was laid." "Cause of death not immediately apparent." "Hey." "I tried to put these on your desk, but there wasn't a whole lot of room, so..." "Did you make those?" "No." "Wha..." "I would never exploit this." "What?" "This." "Us." "I want to work here because I'm good at my job and not because you like my" "baked goods." "What's going on, Bug?" "I was just wondering how the evaluation process was going." "Well, you know I can't talk about that." "Of course." "Of course." "And I wouldn't try and influence the process in any way, unlike some people." "Meaning?" "The kind of people that try and get by on fawning charm instead of hard science." "Well, I'll be sure to keep my eye out for anyone trying to manipulate the system." "Okay?" "The feather beetle larvae." "Feather beetle?" "Yeah, the carcass here." "This bug is quite a little flesh eater." "It appears after three days, is eaten by a larger larvae after six, but the cement must have stopped the cycle in its tracks." "So are you saying that before this girl was put in the concrete, she was laying around somewhere for three days?" "Not just somewhere." "The habitat range for this particular subspecies is a 20-mile radius in and around the town of Saugus." "Thanks, Bug." "That's a big help." "I've got to track down Nigel." "Hopefully he hasn't left for the day." "Want to tell me how you got those bruises?" "No." "It says here you had a juvenile record, but you've been clean since you were 16." "Thanks for the merit badge." "Can I go?" "You know, aside from being a wise-ass, it looks like you got your act together." "So you want to tell me how a dead guy took a header from your dorm room window?" "I don't have anything to say." "Frazier." "Yeah, I'll be right there." "I'll be back in a minute." "You know, our dads used to play together as kids." "Actually, I grew up a few blocks from you." "Remember Killigan's store, Cutter Street?" "Man, I got into so many fights over there." "So you're Irish and a hard ass." "Big deal." "This is Boston." "Who isn't?" "Oh, boy, you sure sound like your dad." "Never too late to start following in his footsteps, huh?" "I am not my father." "Trust me, you can't fight genetics." "Here's the apple." "You didn't fall far from the tree, did you?" "I didn't do anything." "Shut the hell up!" "Come on, you're out of this place." "Excuse me, he's under arrest." "Charges have been dropped." "His man, Given Tolliver, just confessed to pushing Casey Dean off the roof." "But he wasn't pushed off the roof!" "It seems the blood in the kid's room was contaminated." "It could be anybody's." "There's nothing we can do!" "Hey." "Nice footwork back there." "Look, you can get all your goons in your little army to confess to cover this kid's ass, but he's not getting away with murder, because I'm onto him." "You better watch your mouth." "Leave it alone, Dad." "It's done." "We're not done." "Attempting to extricate the skull for possible facial reconstruction." "Sorry to interrupt, Dr. M., but could I get your professional opinion?" "Sure, what's up?" "Does this look like a spider bite to you?" "I don't see anything." "Dangerous insects running willy-nilly around a place of business, anyone could fall victim." "How did you do that?" "Oh, we call it the nutcracker." "One tap with the right force and voilà." "Now, all we have to do is make a mold of the little girl's face." "See, if you pour liquid latex in this, we can get a mask, take a photo and put it on the missing persons database." "That's good thinking, Nigel." "It's quicker than doing a facial reconstruction from the skull." "Pardon me." "I think this is beginning to swell." "The answer is no." "I'm not taking over your practice." "Trey..." "I've been telling you for years, but you don't listen." "I'm not trying to be you." "You were too busy saving other people's kids to worry about me, and I'm supposed to drop everything to follow in your footsteps?" "Look, I came to tell you" "I have no intention of giving you my medical practice." "I'm letting your brother take that over." "Marcus?" "I gave up on you so long ago, Trey." "But if you want to keep circling the drain at the county morgue, well, God be with you, but I didn't come here to fight." "I do not have to justify my life to you." "But you do have to justify it to yourself." "Wow." "Where'd the fireplace come from?" "It was behind the wall." "Well, the place looks great." "Whoa, three cases of beer." "I know the first couple of nights might be a little slow." "I got this stuff myself." "All I could fit in my car." "Hey." "You all right?" "I had a run-in today with Blackie Conroy." "Oh?" "His son is involved in this murder case I'm working on." "I can't prove it yet." "Did he threaten you?" "Don't worry." "What's he gonna do?" "Jordan!" "You all right?" "Yeah, I'm fine." "Boy, look at this place." "Look, I'm calling the cops." "No, no." "This is between me and Blackie." "You and Blackie?" "I'm the one that he threatened." "Well, not exactly only you." "He came here yesterday, he wanted you to stop snooping around." "Why didn't you tell me?" "He owns this neighborhood, so he thinks he owns me and you." "He's wrong." "You could have been killed because of me." "See, this is why I didn't tell you." "Don't worry about me." "Just do your job." "No, I can't." "Not if it puts your life in jeopardy." "I can take care of myself." "You go after Blackie." "You nail him." "Yeah, easier said than done." "How do you get to a guy who can't even be gotten to?" "Through his weakness, his son." "Question is, how do you get to the son?" "Through his weakness, his girlfriend." "The insect kingdom and the kingdom of man have been at war since the dawn of time." "Could we start a little further along the evolutionary chain, say around the time you got hired?" "Sure." "It is the forensic entomologist who is the liaison between these two warring parties." "And I am such a man." "Hi." "Hey." "Halt." "Hi." "I'm, uh, I'm just dropping this off for Isabelle." "I can't let you in without a student ID though." "Yeah, I know, I know." "I lost mine." "You're a student here?" "Yeah, graduate work." "Oh, okay, yeah." "Massage therapy." "Say, what are you doing Saturday night?" "Nothing." "When and where?" "Well, if you let me in, maybe I'll let you know on my way out." "Sure." "Thanks." "And in closing, I bring you the Brazilian weevil." "The males of the species both live and work in harmony, successfully integrating both their home and work lives for the good of the colony." "Appears your peace-loving weevils have devoured each other." "Someone put a female in the tank." "They're man-eaters." "I've been sabotaged." "Who are you?" "What are you doing?" "My name's Jordan Cavanaugh." "I work for the Medical Examiner's Office." "We actually didn't get a chance to officially meet the other day at your boyfriend's place." "He's not my boyfriend." "At least not anymore." "Well, then I guess there's no reason to protect him anymore, is there?" "Is he in there?" "Who?" "Judas reincarnate." "Nigel." "Yeah, he went in about 10 minutes ago, but I think he's making a good impression on them, because I heard them laughing." "I'll put a stop to that." "Thanks, we're out of business..." "This is the man!" "He's the one who sabotaged my weevil display!" "I did no such thing!" "Gentlemen, please." "Oh, you think I wouldn't dust for fingerprints, you weevil mangler." "Oh, great." "So now you're trying to get me fired?" "Trying to get you fired?" "Hey!" "Stop it, you guys!" "I can't take this anymore!" "Do you see what this is doing?" "Are you happy, Mr. Granger?" "I'm just doing my job." "Some job." "I quit." "I didn't see him do it." "I walked in right after." "There'd obviously been some kind of a fight and Kieran had killed the guy." "Casey Dean." "Did you know him?" "No, I'd never seen him before." "What did Kieran do when he saw you?" "He freaked." "Told me to hide the lacrosse stick." "Said he was gonna call his dad to help him get rid of the body." "That's when I knew I had to get out of there." "Hey, uh..." "I know this is difficult, but I need to ask you why you didn't call the police." "He'll kill me." "You will be protected, okay?" "I promise you." "Dr. Macy, what are you still doing here?" "Trying to isolate cause of death." "Thought your dad was in town." "What are you still doing here?" "That's the question of the day." "Let me guess." "He's busting your chops for working in forensic pathology." "That's just it." "For the first time in his life, he isn't." "He's retiring, leaving the practice to my brother." "All this time, it's been all about me, you know?" "Now all of a sudden it isn't, so you're a soldier without a war, right?" "Yeah, something like that." "Or maybe he's playing a head game with me, wants me to beg him for it." "I've been playing this game my whole life." "He keeps pushing me, I keep moving." "He can't just up and change the rules like that." "It's not fair." "You know, being a father's hard work, Trey." "It means having to be the bad guy a lot of times." "Maybe he's tired of fighting." "My dad couldn't even make it through a whole round, so he split when I was seven." "I didn't know." "That's rough." "Yeah." "Hated him for a long time, but then I finally had to stop reacting to things that happened to me 30 years ago." "That's just it." "I look around this place and I don't know if I'm here because I want to be here or because it's the one place he didn't want me to be." "You know, it's the hardest thing in the world to stop being someone's son and to become your own man." "I'm still learning that one myself." "Like being asked to fire somebody." "I hate it." "All I want to do is run like my old man, far and fast." "But you don't." "Looks like neither of us followed in our dad's footsteps." "These bones are pretty calcified." "Yeah." "Yeah, I noticed that." "Look at the x-ray." "See how dense they are?" "She probably had osteopetrosis." "That's pretty rare." "Yeah, but I saw a case during my pediatric residency." "It's usually found in infants, but that kid was six." "So was she." "Trey." "You're very good at what you do and I'd hate to lose you." "In local news, Kieran Conroy, son of reputed Irish crime boss Blackie Conroy, was taken into custody today for the murder of alleged drug dealer Casey Dean." "After initially denying involvement," "Kieran Conroy confessed to the murder, claiming it was self-defense." "Authorities..." "He confessed." "Great." "You nailed the little son of a bitch." "Yeah, but I screwed us royally with Blackie." "What?" "Something is still bugging me about this, but I can't put my finger on it." "Okay, well, play it back in your mind." "I already have." "What doesn't fit?" "Well, okay, let's say I'm Isabelle." "If it all went down the way I say it did," "I'm walking down the hallway." "I open his door." "I see my boyfriend Kieran, standing over the body of a dead guy, a guy I've never seen before." "And, man, is he pissed." "He's just snapped this guy's neck with one blow." "And now he's looking at me." "He tries to shut me up, make me get rid of the evidence." "Izzie, take this and go, okay?" "Please, just go." "But, he needs more than my help, so he calls dear old dad." "So what's wrong with this picture?" "The tattoo." "How do I know Dean has a tattoo?" "I've never met him before." "You saw him with his shirt off." "It got ripped in the fight." "No, but his shirt wasn't ripped." "Maybe his shirt wasn't off when you saw him, but then daddy's goon dressed him before tossing him out of the window." "You know, there is another way I could have seen that tattoo." "Dean and I were lovers." "We were pretty bold doing it right here in my boyfriend's bed." "Kieran comes back." "But wait a minute." "Kieran was pretty beat up on the news." "You know, maybe she wasn't being bold." "Maybe she had no choice." "Kieran was protecting her." "She was being raped." "Oh, this Dean kid, he starts beating your boyfriend to a pulp." "So I do the only thing I can." "Isabelle had the murder weapon, motive and opportunity." "She did it." "And now Blackie's son is covering for her." "I know what really happened." "Not what Isabelle told the police, not what you told your dad, but the truth." "What are you talking about?" "I already copped to killing the guy." "But you didn't kill anybody." "Isabelle did." "You don't have the first clue what you're talking about, so leave her out of it." "I know when things like this happen that sometimes people feel embarrassed." "Okay, they feel ashamed." "I'm not ashamed." "I just..." "Look, rape is an ugly crime." "Rape?" "There was no rape." "Dean loved me." "You and Dean?" "Lzzie walked in on what she shouldn't have walked in on." "She went nuts." "She hit him." "Cracked his skull with her lacrosse stick." "Then she went to town on you." "By the time I got her off me, we realized Dean wasn't moving." "I just wanted to call the cops." "But she made you call your dad instead." "She told me to leave her out of it or else she'd tell my father everything." "So you'd rather go to prison than have your dad know that you're bisexual?" "If you have to ask that question, then you really don't know my father." "You know, I could just walk out of here and tell the D.A. Everything you just told me." "You're not a cop or a lawyer." "I'll deny it." "All you got are theories." "And my story ain't changing." "You have the forensics to back it up?" "From the angle of the blow to Casey's neck," "I'm pretty sure I can prove that he was hit by someone of Isabelle's height." "Well, how sure are you?" "That she did it, very." "That I can prove it, that's a little more difficult." "But you know what?" "She doesn't need to know that." "What are you saying?" "Kieran Conroy's in jail for a crime he didn't commit because he's scared that she's gonna tell his dad that he's gay." "But if Isabelle thinks we've got her nailed forensically..." "Why, Detective Frazier, are you telling me that you would lie to a suspect to get a confession?" "How surprisingly amoral of you." "It's common police procedure." "I owe you one." "Lily, we need to talk." "Dr. Macy, this is Claude Manning." "This is Sara Manning's father." "Hi." "The little girl from the building." "But how did you find him?" "I ran a search on reported cases of osteopetrosis in Boston in 1958." "Right." "Then I made some phone calls." "I hear you have my little girl." "She was buried in concrete, Mr. Manning." "Did you put her in there?" "47 years ago, come July." "Yeah." "They called it marble bone disease back then." "See, there was no cure for it, but I spent every dime I had on my Sara." "Yeah, I lost my house, my car and my job." "I lost my little girl." "Why did you put her remains in cement?" "Well, I couldn't afford to bury her." "And then I thought of the Egyptians building pyramids to honor their dead." "And I've looked at this skyline for over 40 years, Doctor, and I've thought of my little girl every single day." "And then last week, she was gone." "Do you think I could see her?" "Yeah." "What are you trying to tell me?" "Stay away from my family or your son rots in jail for something he didn't even do." "Wait a second." "What do you know?" "He's covering for someone." "I know who, I know how and I know why." "So leave my dad alone or I bury the truth so deep it'll never see the light of day." "You would never lie, especially in court." "I know you better than that." "When someone messes with my dad, suddenly my ethics go right out the window." "You're bluffing." "Try me." "There's the Irish in you." "Okay, here's the deal." "You get my son out of jail, and you, Max, the bar, all safe." "Swear on your son?" "I swear." "Now, where's the evidence?" "Sorry, it's going straight to the police." "Whoa, whoa." "Hold it!" "You can't just walk out of here." "Tell me." "I think your son better tell you." "But when he does, just remember that you almost lost him today." "Don't make the same mistake twice." "Listen, Lily, I can't let you resign." "Someone's got to go, Garret." "If it's not me, it's..." "No, no, no, no, trust me." "This place needs someone like you." "But you've got to fire someone, Garret..." "It's no longer a problem." "I've already figured out what I'm gonna do." "You see, I've got 15 years of tenure." "They wouldn't have to pay my replacement nearly as much." "That should satisfy the circling vultures." "You mean you're quitting?" "You can't do that." "This place needs you." "This place needs someone who'll protect the staff." "If my leaving can save all your jobs, then I've done my job." "Look at me." "It's gonna be all right." "Okay." "Hey, what's going on?" "Oh, there you are." "Dr. Macy just quit." "What?" "Rather than fire any one of us, he's gonna resign." "Well, never gonna happen." "Besides, they're probably gonna fire me since I'm the only one who didn't even show up for the evaluation." "So, hey, problem solved." "Oh, would you just come off of it, Jordan?" "We all know that this place and this job mean as much to you as they do to us, so stop acting like you don't care!" "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you." "I just..." "No, you're right." "Like it or not, we're a family." "So, now we got to figure out how to keep this family together." "Cutting staff is never easy, Dr. Macy." "But I have done an analysis, and the most expendable member of your staff..." "Guys, we're in the middle of something here." "We know." "I just brought the report that you asked for." "What report?" "The one detailing all the expenditure that we cut from the yearly budget, totaling an amount of one salaried employee with benefits." "Nigel, you agreed to give up..." "Please, don't say it out loud." "It makes my stomach churn to think of it." "But yeah." "And we can get that larvae incubator next year." "I've discovered that Trey's old gym socks are a perfect substitute." "A endless supply of which I'm ready to donate to the cause." "And who needs vacation days, you know, when every day here is like a day at the beach?" "See, everyone gave up something." "But if you still need more cuts, we'll all dig deeper." "We'll do what we have to do." "I don't know what to say." "Except here you go, Mr. Granger." "It's not that easy, Dr. Macy." "Well, it could be if you let it." "Hey, Dad." "I didn't expect to see you here." "Just wanted to say my goodbyes." "I didn't want to leave it like we left it." "I appreciate that." "So, did you think about what I asked you?" "About why I do what I do?" "Yeah." "I realized that what I love about this job doesn't have a damn thing to do with you." "You save lives and that's great." "But somebody's got to speak for the dead, and right now that's me." "What I do brings closure to people's lives, puts criminals behind bars, brings families back together." "Now, maybe I can't count the number of lives I've saved, but what I do is important." "I can see that." "And you've got a good fellowship." "And it all ends in two months." "So what are you gonna do then?" "I'll have some tough choices to make." "But for now, I'm where I'm supposed to be." "Take care, son." "Listen, we're gonna go grab a drink to celebrate." "You coming?" "Yeah." "All right." "Dad." "Well, at least there are six of you." "Oh, come on." "It takes a while, you know?" "Yeah." "Yeah, you get a few regulars at first, then after a couple months, a little word of mouth." "Yeah, trust me." "I think I could help you out on that." "I know plenty of heavy drinkers." "Oh, there's a shock." "Hey, what's a guy got to do to get a drink in this chicken shack?" "Hey, how you doing?" "Good, good." "Can you really afford to lose another brain cell?" "Don't you worry, my friend." "Not only is my intelligence not paralyzed by alcohol, but I actually get smarter with every sip." "Well, it's true, it's true." "By the time I'm piss drunk, my IQ reaches genius level." "I saw a smile." "Saw a smile." "Does that mean that we're friends again, Buggles?" "When will you be able to afford the therapy you so desperately need?" "With the pay cut I took today, not any time soon." "Tell me about it." "Friends?" "Friends." "I'll take that." "Sure." "Now we have a party." "Cheers." "My daughter." "Oh." "Went up against the devil for her old man." "Would you have really let his kid rot in jail if he didn't back off?" "Well, luckily, we'll never have to find out." "I would like..." "Hello, excuse me, everybody." "Excuse me, everybody!" "I would like to propose a toast." "Okay, number one, to my dad." "Yeah!" "Thank you." "Okay, to all of us." "Thank you for coming." "And also, number one, to family." "To family." "Yeah!"