"Why are we doing this again?" "Uh, it's to clear our heads." "Oh, coffee, coffee, coffee." "Oh." "You go, I can't stop yet." "What, you can't stop for Amici's?" "Okay, come on." "Let's hear it." "What's wrong?" "Nothing." "Lily." "Okay, it's Garret." "God, what's going on between you two?" "I wouldn't know." "He's been spending so much time with his ex." "Oh, don't sweat it." "They're friends." "Friends who sleep together." "Wow, what makes you think that?" "Oh, the way he talks about her, the way that he smiles when she calls." "Well, have you spoken to him about it?" "Are you kidding me?" "He won't even look at me." "Well, maybe you're not being loud enough." "You know what?" "Do what I do." "Just storm in there and tell him what's bothering you." "She's bothering me." "Well, then say it." "I don't mean to sound pathetic, but after everything that I've done for him, the least that he can do is hear me out." "He's got to, right?" "Exactly." "You're not being pathetic." "Oh, sorry." "Cavanaugh." "Okay, I'll be there." "Okay, go." "Talk to him." "Now." "Okay." "Okay." "Excuse me." "Cavanaugh, M.E.'s Office." "Captain George Diaz, Naval Investigative Service." "She was military?" "Vicki Weber, Corporal." "U.S. Marine Corps, active duty." "Well, that'll complicate things." "So, you're Internal Affairs." "You enjoy busting your coworkers?" "Nobody likes a rat, Doctor." "Just get rid of the trash, and we go away." "Caucasian female, approximately 27 years of age." "Minor bruising on the face and on her arms." "Single bullet wound to the chest." "No blood stains." "Someone must have changed her clothes, then dumped her body here for us to find." "According to the level of decomp," "I'm estimating she's been dead 10 days, tops." "She stationed locally?" "Until she shipped out to Afghanistan in December." "Word is, she freaked out." "Shot a Marine and deserted." "Do I sense some hostility there, Captain?" "It's hard to feel sorry for a coward." "Weber was a fugitive, a scared little girl who panicked and ran." "And somehow ended up here." "Hey." "How's it going, Lily?" "Um, crappy, but thank you for finally asking." "Look, I know we haven't spent much time together." "Okay, I need you to think before you answer." "Are you sleeping with her or not?" "Because if you are, I need to know what we're doing, and how you plan on handling our work situation, which, by the way, has become nothing but awkward and complicated." "Now, wait a second." "I think I've been very up front about Maggie." "I mean, this whole thing started out about her..." "That loser boyfriend of hers, but over the last few weeks..." "We've been..." "You're sleeping with her, aren't you?" "I'm sorry." "I never thought this would happen." "But it did." "It's..." "Probably making the biggest mistake of my life." "Well, there's no argument there." "Listen, I never meant to hurt you." "But I need some time." "I've got to follow through..." "Oh, please." "Shut up." "Dr. Macy." "How do you feel about the seedy underworld of pimps and hos?" "Look, you're doing all right." "Don't worry about the funeral arrangements." "You can deal with those later." "Thank you." "Yeah." "Yeah, why don't you take a seat in there?" "Husband's taking it pretty rough." "Hi, I'm Dr. Cavanaugh." "Colonel Gerry Bayless, ma'am." "The Colonel is Scott and Vicki's commanding officer." "Just come to pay your respects?" "And to pass the baton." "As far as the Corps is concerned, Vicki Weber was a deserter." "This is a civilian matter now." "I thought, uh, this might be of some use." "Ah." "MP records listed four reports of domestic disturbance at the Weber house last year." "Private Weber has a temper, ma'am." "Push the right buttons, anything could happen." "For the record, state your name and rank." "Private First Class Scott Weber," "United States Marine Corps." "Why weren't you sent overseas with your wife, Private?" "Uh, my military specialty is local security." "Since 9l11 we've been covering airports, sporting events..." "The Private's an accomplished marksman." "So you're keeping an eye on things over here then?" "Wish I could have seen this coming." "Colonel Bayless writes in his report that your wife was showing increased signs of depression." "While on guard duty at a base outside Kabul," "Corporal Weber shot a soldier and then deserted her post." "It's not possible." "That soldier's now in the hospital and your wife was later classified AWOL." "With all due respect, Captain, I know my wife." "Vicki would never do something like that." "With all due respect, maybe you didn't know her well enough." "Guys, could we just relax a little?" "Vicki was not a deserter." "An airline ticket from New Delhi to Boston was purchased under the name Victoria Aames three days after she disappeared." "Aames is her maiden name." "Did your wife contact you when she got home?" "No." "I told you," "I don't know what you guys are talking about!" "Look, we're just trying to figure out exactly what happened." "Did you or did you not see her after she disappeared, Private?" "No!" "Vicki dedicated her life to this country." "She went over there because the Corps needed her." "Suddenly she rolls in here on a slab, and now you guys are gonna call her a coward?" "Why would she give all that up?" "Sweet Nancy!" "Do you know who that is?" "Three hundred pound man in a fur." "Phat Bastard." "How about a little respect for the dead?" "No, Doctor, that's his name." "Phat Bastard." "Every year, the Underground Pimp and Ho Ball hands out the coveted Golden Ho to America's Pimp of the Year." "Phat Bastard's won three years in a row." "Since when are you such a scholar on the manly art of pimpsmanship?" "Well, there's a lot you can learn from our men in mink." "Morning, Carver." "Tragedy, huh?" "Oh, yeah." "No sign of external injury, no sign of foul play." "We did find these in the medicine cabinet." "Nitroglycerine." "Probably had a massive MI." "Yeah." "Big surprise there." "So who found the body?" "Came over to take dictation from the boss." "Both of them?" "Mmm-hmm." "Excuse me, would you mind telling me what happened?" "I don't know." "I just walked in and I found him like that." "Oh, jeez, Phat." "What a waste." "Who invited Huggy Bear?" "Waste." "Name's Chill." "Hey." "He and his pals got here before we did." "Says they happened to be making a social call." "Yo, could I have a couple minutes to pay my respects, please?" "Yo." "Phat, what did you do, Phat?" "Just don't move." "Rest in peace, fool." "What a waste, huh?" "Yeah." "He was so young." "I'm talking about his suit." "Three Gs, easy." "So, what does the report say?" "Mr. Nagawa was in town on business from Tokyo." "Police found him in his hotel suite." "Apparently, there was a gas leak in the fireplace, so he fell asleep with a drink in his hand, and he never woke up." "Talk about a lawsuit." "Has his family been notified?" "His wife is flying in." "So if we already know it was an accident, who ordered the autopsy?" "Hotel attorneys." "Ah, of course." "Offing a guest is bad for business, and surely something else must have caused it." "And then they won't have to write a seven-figure check to the decedent's family." "All right, add him to my case list." "So I won't get home before midnight." "Big deal." "I'm void of a personal life anyway." "So, Lily?" "Could you excuse me for a second?" "I don't know what to tell you." "I'll take him down to Squad for questioning, but I can't hold him." "So shooting someone's no longer a criminal offense, huh?" "The guy is already dead, Dr. Macy." "Okay." "Sure, I'll cite the little creep for carrying a concealed weapon, endangering the lives of others..." "Don't forget the mishandling of human remains." "But that's it." "In 20 years, I've never seen this." "You make a habit of shooting your competitors?" "Me and Phat had our disagreements over the years, but, you know, deep down, I had nothing but love for the man." "You have an interesting way of showing it." "Well, seeing him like that, my head started spinning, and the next thing I know, I'm capping his ass." "And it's too bad, though, 'cause now all his ladies are going to be looking for another man to take care of them." "You understand that?" "Yeah, I do." "Bruising on her right cheek indicates a blow to the face, and there are carpet fibers on her neck and her legs." "You want me to run them?" "Yeah, see what you can find." "Thought you were going to call me before you started." "Well, I thought you IA guys knew everything." "Oh, and by the way, nice morgueside manner with the husband." "It's called questioning." "It's called coercion." "Okay, so where's the bullet?" "Right where the killer left it." "Take a look." "Looks like an SS109." "It's a military rifle issue." "Steel grabs into the target." "Bullets check in..." "But they don't check out." "Could be local black market, but considering the circumstances..." "The husband's a shooter." "I'll see what I can find." "I'm coming with you." "Dr. Cavanaugh." "Look, we know this happened outside military jurisdiction." "Now, I could have Boston P.D. Tag along, or we could do it together." "It's up to you." "You know we can't actually walk in there without a warrant, right?" "Come on, Diaz." "Where's your sense of adventure?" "Be all you can be." "This is a military investigation." "We have to follow procedures." "Fine." "Proceed back to the car." "I'll be right out." "Oh, that was nice of him." "Jordan." "He left it unlocked." "You see?" "This is why we need a warrant." "Hey, hey, hey, hey!" "What are you doing here?" "We just have a couple of questions." "Oh, sorry to interrupt your grieving period." "Told you walking into that apartment was a mistake." "Here you go." "Tuna and turkey." "Thank you." "Thanks, Dad." "Any time." "Did you sprain your ankle?" "Is that a joke?" "Not unless you want it to be." "I was a kid on MP detail." "A bar fight broke out, and someone pulled out a gun." "And my four star career became a desk job." "So you've never seen combat?" "No, ma'am." "Kind of hard to call someone a coward if you've never been there yourself." "So tell me about this soldier that Vicki wounded." "Private Aaron Neil, 19 years old." "Took a single round to the shoulder." "It did some nerve damage." "He's still at a base hospital in rehab." "I want to talk to him." "Fine." "We'll go." "Who do you think a teenage guy will respond to better?" "You chase down your ballistics, I'll deal with him." "Okay." "I'll go then." "Private Neil?" "Maybe." "Who wants to know?" "Name's Cavanaugh." "Yeah, you my new therapist?" "No, you better hope not." "I'm a Medical Examiner." "Yeah, I'm looking into the death of Vicki Weber." "Yeah." "Yeah, I heard about that." "That's..." "Man, that's brutal." "Well, looks like she did some number on you." "Oh, no sweat." "Doc says I'll be pitching sliders before you know it." "Look, I just need you to tell me about what happened the night you got shot." "Well, it's the same as I told everybody else." "We were standing perimeter watch." "It was freezing out." "Yeah, Vicki and I, we weren't that close or anything, but I could tell something was on her mind." "I asked her if she wanted to talk, but she said she had to work things out on her own, so that's when I got up to have a smoke." "Did you go anywhere?" "No, ma'am." "A Marine can't leave his post." "Ever." "Well, I was working on a drag when I heard her moving around." "I looked and Vic was getting out of the jeep." "She said that she was real depressed, and that she couldn't take it anymore." "She was going home." "Well, I turned around and she's got her gun drawn." "I told her to put it down, that I could help." "Put your gun away." "But she must have saw me going for my smoke, because she flinched." "Come on, that's not you, you know." "The gun went off and I got hit." "Next thing I know, I'm bleeding and Vic's gone." "I feel bad for her, you know?" "I mean, she was in trouble." "I..." "I just wish there was something I could have done." "Yeah, like what?" "I don't know." "When I was a kid, the Colonel used to say," ""Talk is cheap." "If you want to help someone, you make it happen. "" "When you were a kid?" "I meant now." "When did you become a Marine, Private?" "About a year ago." "Any reason you chose this branch of the service?" "I wanted to be the best." "Private Neil was lying." "What else is Bayless holding back?" "He's Neil's uncle, for God's sake." "The Colonel probably tried to keep it under wraps." "The last thing a new recruit needs is for everyone to treat him differently." "Well, we're gonna go talk to him." "We?" "Well, I just want to figure out why he never mentioned his nephew before." "Can I meet you downstairs?" "Give me a minute." "Garret." "Garret." "What are you, crazy?" "Jordan, I've got a dead pimp on my hands, and 11 bodies to sign out." "Not now." "You couldn't stop, could you?" "You had to keep seeing Maggie." "I'm not doing this." "I'm not doing this." "It's none of your business." "It's taken you months to feel good about yourself, about this job, and Lily's had a hell of a lot to do with that." "It's not about Lily." "Oh, you're right." "It's about you being selfish and stupid." "When I want your advice, I'll ask for it." "Oh, don't bother, 'cause you'll probably screw it up anyway." "Mr. Nagawa continues to intrigue me." "Normally, I would have signed off on an accidental death like this right away, but then, I noticed something." "Can you hit the light, please?" "The what?" "Lily, if you need to be somewhere else..." "No, no, no, no." "I'm fine." "Really, it's just something personal, sort of." "You..." "You're sure?" "Absolutely." "All right, here is a man who was perfectly dressed, like he just came back from a fancy dinner." "The fireplace is off, and yet he has black soot under his fingernails." "Why?" "Maybe he tried to start the fire and couldn't?" "Yeah, but according to the report, there were no burned matches found in the room." "Hmm." "What about his other personal belongings?" "There's just some luggage and some clothes." "Oh, and there's a briefcase, but it's locked." "Can I see it?" "Yeah, no problem." "Oh, and, Lily?" "If there's anything I can do." "I'm fine." "Thank you." "Sorry to hassle you with this one, Doc." "A simple heart attack turns into a body full of lead." "That happens all the time, right?" "That little guy in the green threads, what was his name?" "Chill." "Perverted little leprechaun, rubbed me the wrong way." "Nobody would like to take him off the street more than me." "Just give me some proof." "I intend to." "It's pathetic." "All this time and money being wasted on a couple of lowlifes." "Yeah, but successful lowlifes, Detective." "Oh, don't tell me you're defending him." "I'm not condoning their field of expertise, but Phat Bastard was an exceptional businessman." "Perception and a shrewd financial sense separate the boys from the men." "Or the pimps, as the case may be." "You're not buying this, are you?" "Save the kudos for someone who deserves them." "Let's take him to autopsy two, figure out what triggered the MI." "Maybe the big man was drugged." "Doctor, what would you say if I told you Phat never had a heart attack?" "I'd say you've piqued my interest." "I took the liberty of drawing blood from the Bastard's heart." "Didn't know he had one." "There's ample blood flow throughout, oxygenation was ideal." "So something else killed him." "Something undetectable, at least at first glance." "Well, the sooner we open him up, the sooner we'll know what we're dealing with." "Now, Phat controlled a huge portion of the prostitution in our fair city." "With power comes enemies." "Well, there's Chill's motive." "It's all about turf." "So how'd he pull it off?" "I had a talk with Private Neil." "He's your nephew." "You never mentioned that before." "Yes, Aaron's my sister's boy." "Afraid I don't see the relevance." "Oh, he's family, he was hurt." "As his CO, that could have clouded your judgment." "No, ma'am." "Why not?" "Private Neil's a Marine first, then my nephew." "You knew Corporal Weber, didn't you, sir?" "As well as anyone else under my command." "Weber seemed to be a very troubled young woman." "I was concerned about her from the moment we shipped out." "Yeah, troubled?" "How so?" "Afraid, ill at ease." "My understanding is that things weren't great at home." "As a Marine, it's important to have a strong home life." "Are you referring to Scott Weber's temper?" "Private Weber is a competent Marine, but a very difficult man." "Capable of murder?" "Why don't you ask him and find out?" "If he was the only person I could talk to," "I'd probably desert as well." "I've dealt with worse." "Listen, I want to apologize for something." "Bet you this doesn't happen often." "That dig I made about you never seeing combat?" "That wasn't necessary." "But effective." "I shouldn't judge people so quickly." "People run away for all kinds of reasons, Captain." "Sounds like you're talking from experience." "Hey, isn't that Weber's shower buddy over there?" "You want me to handle this?" "No, I think a little girl talk is in order." "Excuse me." "Go ahead." "I'll catch up." "Ma'am, I really don't have anything to say." "How about just starting with your name, Private?" "Samantha Wade." "Did you know Vicki Weber?" "I'd seen her around, but we didn't really hang out or anything." "I work here in recruitment, so I didn't go overseas." "Look, everybody knew their marriage was a joke." "Did Vicki ever find out about you and her husband?" "I guess they talked the day she disappeared." "That would explain why she was so upset." "What about Scott?" "Did you ever hear him threaten her?" "Those two had plenty of fights." "I mean, real screaming matches." "He talked about divorcing her, but murder?" "No way." "Well, if he didn't do it, then who did?" "Vicki wasn't exactly faithful either, you know?" "Talk about having a rep." "Ask around." "She pissed a lot of guys off." "Thanks." "Yeah, okay." "Okay, two things." "Those carpet fibers on Vicki's body contained Middle Eastern dyes." "Oh, that narrows it down." "And ballistics are back on Scott's guns." "And?" "The bullet that killed Vicki Weber does not match any of my client's weapons." "That's right, but that doesn't guarantee he's innocent." "Scott's been fully cooperative with this investigation." "He also has a reputation for being hot-headed and abusive." "Listen, the sooner we can rule him out, the sooner you can put this whole nightmare behind you." "What would it take to make this go away?" "Who else was Vicki seeing?" "You must have known." "We had a feeling you might want to see this." "It's a phone bill from early December." "She called the same number over and over again just to hear his voice." "Go ahead, try it." "Colonel Bayless, hello." "Hello?" "Yes, we were having an affair." "I called it off shortly after the mission began." "Why was that, sir?" "Because we had a job to do." "Vicki required a lot of attention, a lot of hand-holding." "As commander of this battalion, I couldn't provide it." "Not to mention the fact that you're married." "Marines' values are honor, courage and commitment." "Stupidity can destroy a soldier's career." "I told Vicki it was over." "She refused." "That was the day she deserted." "Then is it possible she came back and contacted your wife?" "My family doesn't know anything about this." "I intend to keep it that way." "Well, what if she tried to, Colonel?" "Would you have stopped her?" "I returned to this base three days ago." "According to your own evaluation, Corporal Weber died at least a week earlier." "That puts me about 11,000 miles away from the scene of the crime." "Do the math, Dr. Cavanaugh." "I didn't kill anybody." "May I?" "Knock yourself out." "Harry Houdini, eat your heart out." "What's wrong?" "It wasn't an accident." "Hotel lawyers were right." "How do you know?" "He requested a room with a fireplace for one reason, so he could open the gas valve." "And cash in on his insurance policy." "Only it was a suicide, so the insurance won't pay a dime." "His wife should be here first thing in the morning." "I'll make sure I am as well." "Bug, how do you think people become so unhappy?" "It just sort of happens, I guess." "People see their lives unfolding in a certain way, and sometimes it doesn't work out." "And there's nothing you can really do about it." "Lily, I..." "I don't want you to feel obligated, but I wouldn't mind getting out of here for a while." "Would you like to get a drink?" "Can I get more than one?" "Thanks for letting me see him again." "Well, it's a tad after viewing hours, but no harm's done." "Phat Bastard was certainly a big man, in so many ways." "As requested, this can go to the mortuary." "He told me when he died, he wanted to be buried in a mink with a bottle of Cris and a super size fries." "First class to the very end, eh?" "Mmm-hmm." "Style should have been the Bastard's middle name." "You want to try it on?" "It's sort of against morgue policy, really." "Phat loved to share his things." "He would have thought you were the bomb." "What's that?" "I'm embarrassed to say I didn't see this earlier." "What?" "It's a rather unfortunate blood stain, I'm afraid." "Odd since he was shot after he was already dead." "Corpses don't bleed." "Does this mean he won't be buried in the robe?" "I'm afraid Phat's fashion statement just became state's evidence." "Blood on the robe matches Phat's." "There were no cuts or punctures prior to Chill opening fire." "No pulse means no blood flow, so wherever it came from, it happened before he died." "Four bullet wounds from Chill's gun, none of them fatal." "Autopsy showed the big man did not have a heart attack, so how did he die?" "And how did Chill kill him?" "Bloody fifth bullet, that's how." "Look there, that's the fatal one." "It moved up through the intestine into the stomach, and lodged against the ribcage here." "But without an entry wound, how is that possible?" "Oh, no." "Yeah." "Yep, yep." "No." "Come on, guys, give us a hand." "Let's roll him over." "Oh, bottoms up." "Do we have to?" "You're the big fan." "Come on, guys." "All right, on three." "One, two and three." "Spread them, Nigel." "I'd rather not." "Is that bruising there where the sun don't shine?" "Uh-huh." "I don't know how I missed it." "That's from the barrel of a. 45." "Talk about hiding the evidence." "Ouch." "But is Chill that clever?" "So what've we got?" "It's the ATSB's new facial recognition program." "The program has a 99º/º ID rate." "Now, each person on screen flew in the past week from New Delhi to Boston." "Now, according to this, Weber never came into Logan on a commercial jet." "What if it was a different type of aircraft?" "Look at the organ distension in her lower abdomen." "That's from trapped air affected by pressure changes." "What if she died elsewhere, and then was brought over here in something like a cargo jet?" "Any gas in her belly would have expanded at around 30,000 feet, and then contracted when she hit the ground." "Since she was already dead, the tissue would remain damaged." "Then she wasn't killed here." "She died overseas." "Who has that kind of transport access?" "How do you sneak a dead body onto a military plane?" "Bayless always brings his stuff with him, right?" "Right." "Okay, remember those carpet fibers?" "Mmm-hmm." "He could have hidden the body in a rug and dropped it here." "I'll call the MPs." "All right." "What'll you say to Mrs. Nagawa tomorrow?" "I don't know." "I'll ask if her husband was depressed, if he was under a lot of financial stress." "And relationship problems also could have contributed to his desperation." "Yeah, tell me about it." "Bug, thank you for this, for hanging out, I mean." "Lily, I don't know what, um, happened today, but working together on this case, well..." "It's certainly been a pleasure." "Yeah." "Oh, God, look at the time." "It's late." "Maybe we should call it a night." "Come on." "It's early." "Would you like another martini?" "'Cause I think I would." "Oh, geez!" "A decorated Marine becomes so obsessed with his mistress that he murders her, and then kills himself from the shame." "I guess that's it." "Is it, though?" "Come on, Jordan." "It makes total sense." "Sleeping with a corporal under your own command?" "His career would be over." "Yeah, but just run the logic for a sec." "Vicki breaks up with him, and then in a moment of rage, Bayless kills her." "So what's the problem?" "Vicki was shot with a rifle." "If Bayless did it, why didn't he just use his sidearm?" "I got to go." "Where?" "To figure this out." "TRUDl:" "Hey, baby, look who's here." "Hey, yo, Doc." "Come on in." "Let me guess." "The lease was available." "How'd you know?" "You like?" "We need to talk." "While Phat was waiting for the girls, you paid him a visit." "Come on, we're having a party here, Doc." "We're having a good time, right?" "With the help of your friends here, you popped Phat between the cheeks." "The bullet left no external damage except for a spot of blood on his robe." "You had to do something to mask the shooting, so you came back playing the mourner and you shot him again." "Why are you talking like this?" "Did you make this stuff up?" "I know you killed him, Chill." "All right, come on, let's get him out of here." "Goodbye, Chill." "Here we go." "Come on." "Nice." "It all wraps up into a tidy little package, but something's off." "Well, we know she didn't die stateside, so it can't be the husband." "The question is, did Bayless do it?" "Let's say it happened the way Bayless's nephew claims." "Vicki was upset." "She wanted to desert." "And then she shot him." "But what if she didn't take off after that?" "You mean she came to her senses, realized what she'd done and..." "Radioed Bayless for help." "I'll be the Colonel." "You're Vicki." "You plead with me to help you, but all I can think of is my nephew." "You tell me that there's nothing you can do, that I screwed up." "That I'll have to face charges." "I'm terrified." "I can't stop crying." "Vicki!" "And then I look at you." "I don't have a choice." "Close, but too many questions." "Well, if Neil witnessed the whole thing, why is he telling a different story?" "Honor?" "Family?" "Because he's following the Colonel's orders?" "No, not this kid." "He's more complex than that." "Well, then who's your man, Jordan?" "What if they both are?" "This time, I'm Neil." "We're on watch." "I can see something's on your mind." "I ask, but you shut me down." "You don't like me." "You know I'm sleeping with your uncle." "You're good enough for the Colonel." "Why not me, too?" "I tell you to stay away from me, don't do this." "But I don't listen." "No one's around, no one will know." "I try to stop you, but I can't." "That's when I reach for my gun." "I'm stunned, bleeding." "I can't believe it." "I get back on my feet, start to back up to call for help when..." "I pick up my rifle." "Vicki." "After I realize what I've done," "I crawl back to the jeep to call my uncle to help me." "He's the one who hid her body in the rug, booked the dummy airline ticket, flew her back to the States." "Bayless was ashamed, dishonored." "So he did what he had to do." "Nice." "Mrs. Nagawa, please accept our deepest sympathies for your loss." "Thank you both." "Do you need an interpreter, Mrs. Nagawa, or are you okay?" "Um, my English is quite adequate, but the gesture is appreciated." "Ma'am, sometimes as men age," "they lose perspective on what is most important to them." "Money and work cloud their judgment, so they become depressed and unhappy." "Oh, please, Doctor." "There is no need to be so sensitive in your explanation." "I know my husband killed himself." "You do?" "We as a family agreed it would be the best thing." "Certain Japanese cultures have what is called "inseki-jisatsu. "" "It means suicide as a supreme act of atonement." "Kenje's business was failing, so he purchased a $6 million insurance policy." "Under today's Japanese laws, families still benefit if you die at your own hand." "Leaving the country meant that his children would not have to witness his sorrow." "Please, do not mourn his passing." "Honor him." "He has provided for his children, and many generations to come." "Extraordinary." "Hey, Doc, how you doing?" "Mind if we come in?" "Please." "You know, you should have called first." "I would've cleaned up a little bit." "You remember Captain Diaz?" "Yes, sir." "We met once before, right after they sent me home." "How are you?" "I'm doing fine, thank you." "Looks like you're feeling better." "Oh, you bet, sir." "Almost as good as new." "Listen, Aaron, you know what happened to your uncle, right?" "Yes, ma'am." "It's a terrible thing." "You know, he was awful depressed." "We were worried about him." "My mom was real upset by it." "Private, we know you killed Corporal Weber." "Sir?" "The fight?" "The attempted rape?" "We know the round came from your gun." "Ballistics just made the match." "The bruises on her face were from you." "Your uncle wanted to help." "He tried to cover it up by sending her back here." "No." "No, no, no, no, no." "She shot me." "All right?" "She shot me, she tried to kill me, and then she deserted." "That's a lie, Private." "I want a lawyer." "I want a damn lawyer right now." "It's over." "No, sir, it is not over." "It's over, Private!" "I didn't want to hurt her." "It's just I liked her, you know?" "My uncle..." "My uncle, he didn't want me telling the truth." "He didn't want me to disgrace the family." "I didn't want to hurt her." "I didn't." "Where's Lily?" "I don't know, why?" "Oh, nothing." "I..." "Nothing." "Nothing, what?" "I wanted to see if she had plans for tonight." "No big deal." "Dear friend, is there hanky-panky going on in the workplace I'm not aware of?" "No." "And if you say anything to Lily..." "Oh, sensitive, are we?" "Fresh from the Macy rebound, and Bug moves in for the kill." "You devil." "We're just friends." "But I detect a desire for so much more." "Our little morgue's turned into quite the hotbed of frustrated romance, isn't it?" "So what's your next move?" "I don't have one." "Want some advice?" "No." "Fair enough." "Just three simple words, and I'll say no more." "Patience, planning and pathos." "I could be your Cyrano." "Leave me alone." "We'll send someone to pick up Corporal Weber's remains." "She'll be given a military funeral with a full honor guard." "Big change from when you thought she was a deserter." "The United States government regrets that unfortunate assumption." "Oh, shut up, George, and just say it." "Okay, I was wrong." "Is that better?" "Much." "Yeah." "Let me ask you something." "Would you ever do it?" "Just walk away from everything, start fresh?" "No, ma'am." "Taking off isn't my style." "How about yourself?" "Oh, I'm famous for it." "Jobs, friends, the occasional man." "It's probably why I was interested in this case." "And all this time I thought it was because of me." "Oh, yeah." "Yeah." "Thank you." "Lily." "Hi." "Oh, I've been looking for you." "Me, too." "You know I spoke to Garret." "Word is, they heard you downstairs." "Really?" "Oh." "It's okay." "I thought it was kind of great." "Are you all right?" "I am." "I mean, if Dr. Macy needs to make the biggest mistake in his life, who am I to stand in his way?" "Atta girl." "Besides, I met a guy." "Already?" "Well, I went back to that Italian bakery this morning." "The hunk at the register?" "Get out." "His name's Roberto, and he's from Tuscany." "Who is it?" "Truce?" "It's against my better judgment." "Don't worry." "It takes time for the venom to recharge." "Jordan, listen, I just..." "Me first." "You know I can't stay mad at you for long, but just tell me you know what you're doing." "I wish I could." "Suddenly, running this place is the easy part." "When did everything get so complicated?" "Gosh, I don't know." "Maybe when you started seeing two women." "You know, Lily's friendship means everything to me." "I mean, she..." "She helped me realize what was missing from my life." "Fun..." "Passion." "Everything you had with Maggie before the divorce." "Yeah." "Guess I've got a little more perspective now." "It's weird how easy it is to forget all the crap you went through, huh?" "Do you mind?" "No, go for it." "Care to join me in a taste?" "Oh, yeah." "Jordan, I don't know if this is gonna work." "But if Maggie and I don't try..." "You'll never know." "You are a good guy, Garret." "You're stubborn, but you're a good guy." "Look who's talking." "Here's to doing the right thing." "Coats the tonsils nice."