Crossing Jordan s01e06 Episode Script

Oh! Geez, you almost gave me a heart attack, Dad.
What are you doing here? Waiting for you to wake up.
This is no way to live, Jordan, sleeping on any couch you can find.
You make it all sound so tawdry.
And I don't have time to look.
There's this new thing they've got called the classifieds.
You should check them out.
They actually have places to live in here.
Exhibit A.
I can barely take care of a house plant, much less a place of my own.
I'll just sleep here and do laundry at your house.
Yeah, about that.
Evelyn said there was a little mix-up in the machine.
Darks in with the whites, that sort of thing.
Ah, I see.
All these names, these people.
Yeah, died this week.
Apartment B.
It's a nice neighborhood.
Probably have a view of the river.
You know, that's sick even for you, Dad.
This is Cavanaugh.
Yeah, I know where it is.
Bye.
Girl was just found dead in Maudslay State Park.
I gotta go.
Hey, Lois.
What's up with the circus? Well, we made the ID after we called you out.
Dead girl is Stacey Ryder, daughter of the Commonwealth's favorite senator.
Looks like you caught yourself a hot assignment.
And boy, is my boss gonna be thrilled.
Who found her? Park rangers.
We notified the Senator.
He and Mrs.
Ryder were out on the Cape last night.
Fundraiser.
They're on their way back now.
You got a suspect? She was last seen with her boyfriend, 10:00 last night.
We'll send a car over to the house, pick him up.
Photographer's already here.
What photographer? Hey, you! All right, I'm sorry.
The guy had a coroner's shield.
I just thought he was And a police scanner, too.
Doesn't make him a cop.
Reporters.
Need help? Oh, I'm fine.
It was a single stab wound to the chest.
We don't have a murder weapon.
She's been dead 10, maybe 12 hours.
Those scrapes over there, someone dragged her down here, huh? There's some bruising around her neck, too.
Oh my God, Stacey.
Excuse me, sir.
You're gonna have to step behind the perimeter tape.
I'm George Falk.
I work for her father.
I understand.
Let us handle the situation.
All right, look, can we at least move the body before the media gets here? Right after Dr.
Cavanaugh completes her exam.
Normal procedure.
This is the daughter of a United States senator who happens to be running for re-election.
There's nothing normal I'm sorry.
Look, why don't you just keep me appraised of any developments, okay? Yes, sir.
We will.
Okay, now I'm going to have to ask you to step behind the tape.
Come on.
Hello? Stacey, can you talk? Who is this? It's Cal.
Isn't this Hello? What killed her? I don't know yet.
No defensive wounds.
Can't figure out why she just let somebody stab her.
Any idea with what? From the marks on her sternum, looks to me like it was a Phillips head screwdriver.
Any sign of sexual assault? Found some spermicidal gel, but no semen.
She had sex last night, but I think it was consensual.
Check out these lividity marks.
I checked them against the crime scene photos.
They weren't made there.
She was moved after she died.
What about these bruises? Was she strangled? Yeah, but that's not what killed her.
The bruises were already fixed and set.
Whatever caused them occurred two or three hours prior to the stabbing.
So where does that leave us? The girl's a mess, Garret.
I'm gonna need more time before I can point to the cause of death.
Well, the Senator and his wife are on their way in.
They're trying hard to make a case against the boyfriend.
I need to tell them something.
Fine.
Tell them we are very sorry for their loss, and as soon as we figure what happened to their daughter, they will be the first to know.
Dr.
Macy, you're needed in the crypt immediately.
There's a brouhaha.
You want to cut Morris, you'll have to cut me first.
Mr.
Katz's autopsy is required by law.
Not by Jewish law.
It's a desecration.
We respect that, but All right, all right, all right.
What's going on? Let's all take a deep breath here.
I'm Dr.
Macy, supervisor in charge.
I'm Rabbi Joseph Wolk.
I want you to release Morris Katz's body.
Unfortunately, Mr.
Katz died in an automobile accident that caused extensive property damage.
The state requires us to determine cause of death.
We'll go to court if we have to.
We handle Jewish decedents all the time.
Then you know they have to be buried quickly.
Right, well, you could go to court and get the autopsy stopped temporarily, but that'd take at least a week.
This is not an arbitrary request, Dr.
Macy.
This is a sacred matter.
We simply don't allow our dead to be cut up like this.
I understand, Rabbi.
I have a friend named Leonard Bloom.
He's a fine doctor as well as a practicing Orthodox Jew.
Now, if I could get him to supervise an autopsy that respects your traditions, would that be acceptable? I'll talk to this Bloom fellow.
Till then, you don't touch Morris.
Understand? You have my word.
Excuse me, can I help you? Mrs.
Ryder? I'm sorry, but we don't let the public into this part of the morgue by themselves.
I have to see her.
My daughter.
Please? Come with me.
It doesn't ever go away, that feeling that something might happen to your child.
If only we'd been at home.
I'm so sorry.
Her father's a very important man.
Yes, I know.
But he isn't strong enough to deal with this.
He isn't the strong one.
Mrs.
Ryder, I'm gonna find out who's responsible for this.
I promise you.
How could they do this to her? My baby.
Mrs.
Ryder.
I'm sorry.
A car's waiting.
Thank you, Doctor.
Did you find the boyfriend? Sent a unit over to his house to question him.
Kid took off on us right out the back.
Got an APB out for him.
Can I help you? Yes.
We need to speak to a medical examiner, please.
Are you the family of a decedent here? Not yet.
I don't understand.
We'd like to make special arrangements for my death.
You see, Dr.
Macy, for the past three years I've been undergoing psychotherapy along with hormonal injections.
I was about to begin the final phase in the process of becoming a Denise was diagnosed with advanced prostate cancer last month.
Another one of God's cruel jokes.
Are you undergoing treatment? Unfortunately, it's too late for that.
The oncologist says that it's a matter of time.
I'm very sorry.
And given my condition, no surgeon will complete the gender transition.
That's why we're here.
I'm not sure I understand exactly what it is you're asking me to do.
When I leave this world, I would like to rest in peace as my true self.
She wants you to remove it, Doctor.
Postmortem.
Who are you? Oh, me? Nobody.
Yeah, well, maybe you are and maybe you aren't, but what the hell are you doing in here? I was just leaving.
No, not before you tell me who you are.
"Adam Flynn, Boston Examiner.
" Just trying to get a lead on the Ryder murder.
How do I know that's not fake? You know, I get the feeling we got off on the wrong foot.
You have got two minutes to get out of here.
That's it? You're just gonna kick me out empty-handed? Yeah, pretty much.
You don't know who killed Stacey Ryder yet, do you? I don't talk to the press.
I think I can help you.
All right, I'll make you a deal, quid pro quo, everything off the record.
Yeah, right.
All right, look.
Look, my guess is the boyfriend didn't kill her, and I'm looking for proof.
If he's so innocent, why did he run from the cops? I don't know.
Maybe we should ask him.
He called me I was just on my way to meet him.
I swear I didn't kill her.
I dropped her off at her house around 10:15.
That's all.
Why'd you run when the cops came for you? 'Cause I knew how it looked.
I strangled her.
She liked me to choke her when we had sex.
Said it made it more intense.
I told her it was the last time I was gonna do it.
She got all pissed at me, said if I was gonna be a wimp, she had plenty of other guys.
Was one of these guys named Cal? Maybe.
She used to see an older guy who lived in a big house in Concord.
Who's Cal? He called on her cell phone this morning.
Freeze, kid! Don't move.
Son of a bitch, you gave me your word.
Nice.
This list, the dead people.
Pure gold.
Dad.
Here's the pick of the litter.
River view, 1,600 square feet of loft space.
I told the landlord we'd be there in 15 minutes.
I can't.
I'm under serious pressure here on this Ryder case and I still don't have cause of death nailed.
Strangulation, stabbing, and apparently the guy who did the former didn't do the latter.
On TV, they said they had the boyfriend in custody.
I talked to him.
He didn't do it.
He called a reporter, came out of hiding to tell his story.
Now, why take that risk if he's the killer? Then what else you got? Mystery call to her cell.
I tried to redial, but there was ID block.
Police have any luck with it? I've been pushing Carver to check it out, but she's convinced she's got the right guy.
You still have that friend at the phone company? Yeah.
But it'll cost you.
What? One hour.
Come see this place.
Come on.
It'll take you at least that long to run your trace.
I really appreciate you helping us out, Dr.
Bloom.
Oh, Leonard.
It's no problem, really.
Least I could do for Mad Dog.
Mad Dog? Oh, guess you've never seen Garret Macy on the basketball court.
Total animal.
Nige, this is Leonard Bloom.
He's gonna be supervising Mr.
Katz's autopsy.
Cheers.
So you're a pathologist, then? Ear, nose and throat, actually.
Oh, look, fellas.
No, I'm not here to tell you how to do your job.
I spoke to Rabbi Wolk and assured him that the autopsy would be minimally invasive.
What does that mean, exactly? It means you do what you have to do, and I'll try to smooth things out with the Rabbi.
That being said, in Jewish tradition, respect for the body is absolute.
Well, you gotta respect a body like this.
I mean, the guy's a behemoth.
Sorry.
The drill is whatever God put inside Mr.
Katz, we've got to send back to God.
Blood, organs, everything.
No problem.
So, minimal impact to the body and we'll be cool.
Hey, do I have a minute to catch a shower? Sure.
Locker room's down the hall.
Thanks.
All right, boys.
Let's get him onto the table.
On three.
Maybe we should go over the minimal impact part again.
So, are you really gonna do it? Do what? You know, Denise Logan, the transsexual lady.
How do you know about that? I sent her to you.
So? Yeah, when hell freezes over.
But you would be honoring her last wish.
It would be giving her spiritual peace for eternity.
Lily, spiritual peace isn't exactly my department.
What do you mean? You're a doctor.
What about the Hippocratic oath? I work on dead bodies.
Exactly.
The body is the conduit to the soul.
It's only through death that we pass on to a higher state.
Don't you believe that? Please.
I don't know what I believe.
It's just a little early in the day for a theological discussion, don't you think? But I I told her that you would understand.
I told her that you were different.
Look, even if I was crazy enough to say yes, there are laws against mutilating the human body, and I'd say that cutting off a Cutting off a man's penis qualifies for that.
Haven't you ever felt trapped before, defined by the world's narrow definitions of you? Lily See, I felt that way my whole life.
I just assumed when I met you, you felt the same way.
Guess I was wrong.
Hello? Anyone here? Oh, you the landlord? No, animal control.
Just rounding up these bad boys here.
Snakes.
Yeah, I can see that.
Yeah, last tenant had about a dozen of them.
Most of them your poisonous variety.
That one right there tried to get a hold of my large toe.
That would've been about 12 and a half minutes of fun, huh? Well, see you.
Oh, I got all but two of them.
But don't worry, they only come out at night.
Well, what do you think? Yeah.
Okay, we're going.
Well, where we going? I haven't even seen the place yet.
It's a snake pit.
Really? Looks okay to me.
Could we just go? I gotta get back.
I'm waiting for that phone trace to come in.
Hey, Vickie.
Any faxes come in for me? Yes, Dr.
Cavanaugh.
Here you go.
Excellent, thank you.
Jordan.
Oh, wow, must be my lucky day.
What happened? You run out of fake IDs? I'm with her.
You're still mad at me, aren't you? It was for his own good.
Trust me.
The best way for an innocent kid to get killed is running from the cops.
Oh, right, you're a real humanitarian.
The way I see it, you and I are on the same team here.
Only difference is you're looking for a cause of death, I'm looking for a byline.
You keep following me, you'll be looking for a hospital.
What's on the fax? What's it to you? You found this guy, Cal, didn't you? You know what, you're going there now, aren't you? You know, I could follow you and that would only piss you off more.
All right, all right.
Tell you what.
If you let me come, I promise to shut up.
Oh, now, that I would like to see.
Is that a smile you're trying to fight back? It's a facial tic.
And you're driving.
Cal's got some nice digs.
You see a doorbell anywhere? May I help you? Yeah, hi.
Is Cal here? You mean Dr.
Yarborough.
Right, right.
Dr.
Calvin Yarborough.
Yarborough Clinic.
The rehab guy.
Is he expecting you? My sister and I don't have an appointment, but we need to see the doctor about admitting her to the program.
Sorry, you need to call first to schedule an Oh, come on, man.
It took me two six-packs just to get her in the car.
Hold on.
I'll see what I can do.
In here.
National Enquirer, eat your heart out.
This is the rehab of the rich and famous.
You realize how much I could make rifling this file cabinet? Hello.
Jordan, is it? Hi, I'm Dr.
Yarborough.
You can call me Cal.
Actually, I'm not supposed to be here.
Oh, that's okay.
No judgments.
You the brother? Yeah, yeah.
Adam.
Hi, Adam.
You don't understand.
I'm a medical examiner.
We're here about Stacey Ryder.
I'm the one you hung up on this morning.
I'm sorry.
I don't discuss my patients.
Why did you call her? We're through here.
You obviously cared about her.
I can't be having this conversation.
Why not? Did someone get to you? They could pull my license.
Who told you that, the Senator? No, not personally.
Look, I didn't even get the message until this morning.
That's when I called.
What did it say? Cal, pick up.
Damn it, pick up.
I can't do this.
I'm all alone.
I hate him.
I just I can't take it anymore.
I can't.
Look, she came to me for help, but I never treated her.
Why not? If she had such a serious drug problem, why didn't you admit her? Stacey was a minor.
The law says I can't take her without parental permission.
And the Ryders wouldn't give it.
Not in an election year.
She just needed someone to listen.
Anyone.
Morning, sunshine.
Tox screen with your coffee? Thank you.
She had all these drugs in her system? Xanax and Prozac and Valium, oh, my.
Check this out.
Oxycodone was there, too.
An excellent way to kill the pain.
A better way to overdose.
But, which one doesn't belong? Premarin.
That's for estrogen deficiency, right? Usually prescribed to post-menopausal women.
So, unless your girl was remarkably well-preserved It was her mother's.
Wow.
Well, if that's the case, the old girl's got her own apothecary at home.
Well, I'm gonna go find out.
Where you off to? To the memorial service.
Thanks, Nige.
You're a rock star.
Look, Lily.
I'm sorry if I disappointed you.
It's not that I don't feel sympathy for this person.
I do.
People have the right to change themselves, even a duty sometimes.
I come to work here every day, and the only thing that gets me through is that I know I'm on my way to being someone different.
Someone better than the guy I was yesterday.
Now, that being said, I have a responsibility as a medical examiner to obey the law.
You understand that, don't you? I hope we've put this behind us.
No, actually, we haven't.
Denise Logan committed suicide this morning.
Her next of kin is here with the body.
I'm Dr.
Macy.
Carol Logan.
I'm his wife.
I told Roy that I'd handle the arrangements.
I understand the shock you must feel.
It's very sudden.
I used to lay awake at night, thinking it was my fault.
That it was me.
That I wasn't good enough, wasn't pretty enough.
Mrs.
Logan, this isn't the time to be hard on yourself.
You've suffered a great loss.
Denny and I have been separated for the last two years.
We've got two kids, four and seven.
I wasn't about to let them watch their father turn into Into this.
I didn't know your husband well, but I spoke to him before he died.
He was in a great deal of pain, turmoil.
He was desperately trying in his own way to change.
You can't change who you are, Doctor.
Look what happens when you try.
Thanks, lady.
Come to give your condolences? Sweet.
And I'm sure you attend the memorials of all your stiffs.
Just here to see if I can get a statement.
What about you? Lot of security.
Might be kind of tough getting in.
Where there's a will, there's a me.
Excuse me for a sec.
Excuse me, sir.
That man towards the end of the line Well, this service is supposed to be for friends and family only, those of us who really knew Stacey.
And that man over there, well, he's a reporter.
I'll take care of it immediately.
Thank you.
Hey, no, no.
I'm supposed to You're out of here.
Right now.
Cancel all of his campaign appearances.
What the hell were you doing up there? I was just using the bathroom.
The family has very specific rules about their private quarters.
I'm afraid I'm gonna have to ask you to leave.
Sorry.
You have questions, have your boss call my office.
Liver looks normal.
Is it okay if we weigh it? Yeah, I can sell that.
Just as long as it goes back in when you're done.
Mmm-hmm.
Oh, that bloody thing is massive.
Well, I'm better with inflamed adenoids, but I'll say 2,700 even.
Give the ENT a cigar.
The bowel's cramped under the pelvis.
Want the bone saw? Sometimes with obese patients, we have to cut through the pelvic bone to run the gut.
Can you salvage the bone chips? I don't see why not.
I can sell that.
Hi, gentlemen.
Sorry to bother you, but Rabbi Wolk just called.
He wanted to know when he can come for Mr.
Katz.
Won't be too long now.
Thank you.
Oh, my! Are you okay? Fine.
Sweet Nancy, he blew.
What the hell happened? Must have been a build up of hydrogen in the gut.
I guess the saw sparked it.
Oh, man, this is bad.
Oh, this I definitely can't sell.
All right, let me get this straight.
Are you telling me he actually blew up? Oh, he blew up, all right.
Yeah, like a hamster in a microwave.
I, for one, want to go on the record and say how badly I feel about this.
Ditto.
Look, there's no sense crying over spilled The bottom line is we've got to figure out how to put Mr.
Katz back together.
No, granted, we have a problem here.
But isn't it against Jewish law to have an open casket? Yeah, but Well, we've got most of Mr.
Katz pretty well reassembled, right? Except for a two foot hole in his stomach.
So, we just cover it up.
Look, fellas, no offense, but papering Mr.
Katz over won't help during the Taharah.
I'm afraid to ask.
It's a ritual bath of purification performed before the funeral.
Well, maybe if they don't scrub too hard.
Well, it's called illegal search and seizure.
You should know that, Jordan.
What was I supposed to do? The evidence was all there, right under my feet.
Would you keep it down, please? I don't want you waking Evelyn.
Oh, right, we wouldn't want to do that.
Stacey died in her own house.
The lividity on her leg matches the tile from the bathroom floor.
So how'd her body get out in that field? Who stabbed her and why? I don't know.
Her parents were on the Cape that night.
You're sure it's not the boyfriend? I just don't see it.
Besides, Stacey's message to her doctor said she was alone.
So, someone went in later.
Who had access? Falk.
Who? The Senator's campaign advisor.
This guy's everywhere.
These people do not take a leak without him knowing about it.
Well, fine, he has opportunity, but where's the motive for killing her? I'll be Falk.
I'll be Stacey.
I just got home.
There's nobody here.
Typical.
I feel so alone.
I need something.
I need Your mother's painkillers.
Whatever.
I just want to be numb.
They work fast.
I'm feeling warm.
But you've taken too many.
Who cares? They don't.
Nobody cares.
How long are you on the floor before I come in? Lividity from the tile must have taken two hours to set.
Okay.
So you're on the floor.
Stacey! You try to revive me.
It's too late.
I don't know what to do.
I can't let anyone find you like this, not during a campaign.
I I gotta get rid of the body.
Yes.
Better to find me out here than under my own parents' roof.
No, it's not enough.
They'll still find the drugs in your system.
So then make it look like a murder.
But I'm not a killer.
Doesn't matter.
I'm already dead.
I don't even have a weapon.
What about your car? There's gotta be something in there.
Screwdriver.
Oh, God.
She forced his hand.
She was a risk to the campaign, all he'd worked for.
You can't get elected if your daughter OD's.
But if she's murdered, you're a shoo-in.
Wait a minute.
What is it? Her lungs.
What about them? There was so much bruising I didn't check.
I had Gloria Yeah? She had aspirated blood into her lungs.
Oh, boy.
She was still alive when he stabbed her.
Oh, God.
Of course you found Stacey's hair fibers in my car.
She's been in it a dozen times.
Press events, campaign events, press conferences.
Maybe you can tell me why the Phillips head screwdriver is missing from the tool kit in your trunk.
Detective, if this is a fishing expedition Stacey Ryder overdosed in her parents' home.
Somebody found her there, moved her to the open field and then tried to make it look like murder by stabbing her.
Unfortunately for your client, Mr.
Falk is one of the few people with keys to the Ryder household.
You're not seriously accusing me of killing Stacey? Sir, until I hear a credible explanation for where you were that night I was home sleeping.
Then we've got a real problem, because your Speedpass shows you going through a tollbooth at 11:42 p.
m.
Four miles from where we found Stacey's body.
All right, there was someone in the car that night who can vouch for me.
And who might that be? This has to be handled very sensitively.
I'll be gentle.
Try me.
I was taking her to Cape Cod.
She's a friend of the Senator's, and I had to wait for her, you know, till they were finished.
The Senator was with his girlfriend? Can you tell us how that happened when he was in a hotel room with his wife? Mrs.
Ryder hasn't stayed with him for years.
Always books another hotel room under an alias, so the So the press doesn't smell disharmony.
Gonna need the girlfriend's name and number.
Hi.
Hey, we wouldn't happen to have any yarmulkes lying around, would we? Not last time I checked.
Oh, this isn't too casual, is it? The jumper and jeans? You look fine.
It's not like it's gonna make any difference.
I just want to show some respect when the rabbi gets here, that's all.
I mean, we did blow the guy up.
We didn't do it on purpose.
We detonated a man.
I'm not sure intention enters into it.
If this was India, a little explosion would be no problem.
There, they set fire to the bodies to actually help the soul move on.
Well, if that really works, then Mr.
Katz's soul ought to be in the Promised Land by now.
It's actually quite a beautiful ritual.
The goal is to achieve moksha, spiritual liberation from the cycles of rebirth.
A fitting end, really.
That's the way I'd like to go.
Yeah, I had no idea you were so pious.
When you've experienced the miraculous complexities of the insect world the way I have, you can't help but believe in some higher power.
You're serious, aren't you? The thoracic ganglia of the dung beetle alone is enough to make anyone believe in God.
Right.
Share that with Rabbi Wolk.
Maybe he'll go easy on us.
Lenny.
Hey.
What's that? The Talmud? Little light reading? Just looking for an answer.
Aren't we all? You didn't happen to come across anything on transsexuals in there, did you? Never mind.
You know, I'm not an expert on these things, but the Talmud refers to a divine purpose called tikkun olam, to repair the world.
Fixing the imperfections God created.
Now I have to do God's job, too.
Basically, yeah.
'Cause the imperfections are all part of his plan.
So are you saying that God wanted Mr.
Katz to blow up? It's a complicated concept, granted.
But the point is, it's up to each of us to do a bit of God's work.
Now, of course we're only human.
So, repairing Mr.
Katz isn't about making him as good as new.
It's about preserving the dignity of his soul, his true self.
His true self, huh? And who's to say just what that is? Well, do any of us really ever know the answer to that? Is this a Jewish thing, answering every question with a question? I mean, look, I have the utmost respect for the bodies that come into my morgue, but I'm a medical examiner.
I just wasn't trained to play God.
And that's just what I'm trying to say.
They're one and the same, Garret.
However you show respect for the person, you're doing God's work.
See you, buddy.
See you, Lenny.
There was a slight accident during the procedure, but I think they did the best they could and showed great respect.
In the first century, a wise rabbi, asked to be buried in a simple garment so that he might meet God and be judged on his soul rather than his appearance.
As he came, so shall he go.
They're beautiful.
Bonsai trees.
They take so much time and patience that sometimes I think it's not worth it and then when I stand back and see such perfection Can I help you with something? I came here to talk to you about Stacey.
I talked to Dr.
Yarborough.
I know about her drug problem.
Do you have children, Dr.
Cavanaugh? No.
You look for an explanation when you have a child like Stacey.
You blame yourself.
Maybe it was the money, the wrong schools.
And it tore my husband apart, almost ruined our life.
And then one day I realized that there was nothing more that I could do.
She wanted help.
No.
I don't believe that.
You could have saved her.
You didn't know Stacey.
I'm saying she was still alive when you took her out to that field.
She was in a drug-induced coma that mimics death.
When you stabbed her, that's what killed her.
Does your husband even know you left the hotel early that night? Oh, my God.
What have I done? Dr.
Macy.
Yeah, Lily? I was just looking over the paperwork that you filled out on Denise Logan and there seems to be a little typo here where you marked the gender.
You checked it female.
It's not a typo.
Oh, okay.
Thank you, Dr.
Macy.
I just wanted to make sure.
Oh, Dr.
Cavanaugh, your dad called.
He said something about getting snakes driven out of Ireland? You can pay him later for the first month's rent and security.
Yeah.
Thanks.
Bye.
What are you doing here? Well, I thought maybe we'd go grab a drink, you know, celebrate.
There's not much to celebrate.
You mean meeting me wasn't the highlight of your week? Well, meeting you, now there's a reason to drink.
Come on, Jordan.
I'm really not a bad guy.
Probably not, but right now, I just don't have the energy to find out.
So you're saying maybe another time? Another lifetime.
You sure don't have much stuff after all these years.
Yeah, well, I like to travel light.
Dad, listen, thanks for doing this.
No problem.
I enjoy it.
Won't take much work.
This place will feel like home soon enough.
Nothing wrong with putting down roots, Jordan.
I don't know.
You get too comfortable in one place, you're bound to be disappointed.
You gotta stop running sometime.
It's just Home never felt like a real safe place to me.
I'm sorry, darling.
No, it's not your fault.
You always tried.
I could stay a little while if you want.
I'm fine.
But thanks.
See you tomorrow, kiddo.
Okay.