Crossing Jordan s01e12 Episode Script

Okay, so, you have a choice.
We have real butter, fake butter or my own personal favorite, shaved parmigiano.
Jordan, it's Jiffy Pop.
So? Come on, the show's coming back on.
Oh, look.
Xena sliced off the God's magic orb.
Oh, that girl gets to have all the fun.
And all the leather.
We really need to do this more often.
It was really cool of Roger to take Leo tonight.
He only did it because I threatened him.
What, as in bodily harm? As in, "Spend some time with your son or write me a bigger check.
" Nice negotiating.
Well, the law degree had to come in handy for something.
Oh! Cavanaugh.
How many? What's the address? I'll be there.
So much for girls' night.
Ah! It's my office.
911.
A warrior princess's work is never done.
Boy's name is Jonah.
That's little brother Brad in the other bed.
A single stab wound to the chest.
Same on the little guy.
No signs of a struggle.
No, they were fast asleep.
Never saw it coming.
How about a time of death? Well, liver temp will be more accurate, but I could give you a thermal scan.
Two, three hours ago, tops.
Patty Weyland.
Looks like she put up some fight.
Yeah, there's no sign of forced entry, though, as far as we can tell.
Daddy! Daddy! Jordan, you all right? Yeah.
Sorry, I just No, I know.
I mean, this is about as tough as it gets.
Look, I'm gonna need my guys to bag everything in this place.
Prints, hair, fluid.
Is that the husband? Yeah, Mitch Weyland.
The hockey player? Are you a fan? He plays for the Atlantics.
Left wing, junior A league.
He's not a bad forechecker, but too old to move up the ranks.
I like sports.
He says he came home to find them here, from a game.
It's too bad I can drive a truck through his timeline.
Hey, hey! Get your hands off her! What's she doing? Get her away! Get her away! Whoa! What the hell's going on? What's going on? Triple homicide.
Get off! Back off, Mitchell.
Keep her away from her.
Back off! Just keep your mouth shut.
I'm his counsel.
We'd just like to ask him a few questions.
Not without talking to me first, all right? Excuse me.
Not quite the kind of reunion we wanted, huh? A martini sounds pretty good right now.
Look, this might take a while.
We've got a lot to cover here.
Just do me a favor.
Don't screw it up.
Nice to finally work with you, too.
Patty Weyland, age 29.
Four to five overlapping wounds, all left side torso.
With all these tears around the entry, it's It's hard to tell the angle.
There was less bruising on the boys.
X - rays showed the letter opener went into the hilt.
I hate to see what he does to his mail.
Did I tell you this guy plays hockey for a living? Oh, a man who enjoys a good brawl.
Five defensive slashes inside the right palm.
Poor girl.
Didn't stand a chance.
God, it's freezing in here.
Am I giving you the chills, love? It's been known to happen.
I'd rather get the flu.
Hello, check this out.
Glass fragments? Probably.
Could you run those for me, please? Could have nailed a mirror in the struggle.
Seven years of bad luck would have been better than this.
Hey, Jordan.
Well, well, well.
The man who promised I wasn't on call last night.
Sorry, we got hit hard.
Eleven admits.
Last time I ask you for a favor.
Which reminds me.
What? I need a favor.
In 15 minutes, call me in my office and interrupt me.
Why? What's the difference? A complaint, a requisition, it doesn't matter, just bother me.
Can't I just bother you now? My ex is about to show up and I need you to call me with one of your exhaustive tirades.
Are you having dinner with Lily this week? Jordan.
No, are you? Yeah, but I don't see how that has any relevance to what we're talking about.
Come on, you're uptight about your ex, you've been working too hard, and it's your pivotal third date with Lily.
You're a nervous wreck.
I didn't know you were taking such comprehensive notes on my emotional stability.
And what do you mean "pivotal"? Don't worry, man.
You'll deliver the goods.
Huh? Oh, yeah.
Jordan, I need to talk to you.
Whoa, whoa, let me put my body armor on first.
I was just treating you like any other M.
E.
Any other M.
E.
Wouldn't allow you into the morgue looking for information.
I just need a heads up.
The police have already made up their minds, but I am telling you, the guy is innocent.
Oh, he's innocent.
Well, I guess my job here is done.
Okay, sure.
Weyland has a temper problem and maybe he's been in a fight or two, but Oh, you think? He is a hardworking husband and father who loved his family.
Sometimes people crack under pressure.
Look, Carver is scrambling to find something to keep him in custody.
If you find something, anything, just tell me first.
So now you're playing the friend card? Wow, you don't waste any time.
Honey, you know me well enough.
If I had time, I wouldn't waste it here.
Looks like I picked the wrong time to leave the office.
Trey, do you know my friend Kim? No, but we can change that easily enough.
Excuse me.
Sorry, thanks.
Come on.
Thanks.
Well, Garret, I wanted to thank you for the way you've been handling things lately, with us and Abby.
Well, you know I'd do anything for her.
Something going on? This is about me.
You're okay, right? Oh, yeah.
Yeah, I'm fine, really.
It's just sort of a money thing.
I'm doing the best I can.
You know, whatever little bit I had in the stock market got hammered.
You know, I'm just thinking about taking a bit of a career detour.
Okay, what sort of detour? I'd like to see a bit of the country, actually.
Montana, Oregon.
God, how long have I been talking about going to New Orleans? Since I introduced you to Coltrane.
Look, it's not that I can't appreciate what you're saying, but, realistically, at this point I want to sell my share of the Berkshires property.
The property? Half of it is mine.
But I thought we decided that Well, I know what we felt 15 years ago, but things are very different now, Garret.
It's not about us anymore.
It was for our family.
Yeah, but, Garret Hold it.
You want to sell it so that you can go see Mount Rushmore? No, no, forget about it! Fine.
I'm not asking anymore.
If you want it, you can buy me out.
You know I can't do that.
Well, then there's nothing else to discuss.
I already have an offer.
Maggie.
You'll be happy with the amount.
My attorney is drawing up the papers now.
Well, I'll tell you something, I'm not gonna sell.
Oh, Garret, please.
Don't make this any more difficult than it needs to be.
What? Never mind, Jordan.
She's already gone.
Brenda, is that you? Oh, pardon, my mistake.
Oh, don't apologize.
We should all look so good in your condition.
Excuse me.
Can I Can I help you? And you would be? Dr.
Vijayaraghaven- satyanaryanamurthy.
Are you aware that this is a restricted area? Your guests prefer to call it purgatory.
But I like your terminology much better.
Maybe you should go back to reception.
Well, I'm here to identify a body, a woman named Brenda Pollard.
She died three days ago of exposure.
Pollard.
Yeah.
And you remember who contacted you? Of course.
She did.
This morning.
She asked me to deliver a message.
Ethan Grady, psychic communications.
I got here as soon as I could.
Whoa, it looks like a garage sale in here.
Evidence from the Weyland house.
Take a few bucks off for some unfortunate blood stains, you got yourself some nifty bargains.
Any luck with those fingerprints? I haven't got enough time to scan every piece of this rubbish, so I just sprayed everything with DFO.
Get the lights, would you, hon? Yeah.
Sure.
Far out, man.
Each family member was assigned a different fluorescence.
If anybody else had been in that bedroom, we'd see it in living color.
So no prints here from non-family members? I'd have a chat with your lawyer friend if I were you.
You know what? You just need to go home and chill out.
Yeah, well, I know it.
All right.
All right? Thanks.
Yeah.
Kind of cold out.
A little.
What are you doing here? I heard Weyland was just released.
It's a short leash, but it's a start.
You got something for me? Look, I've been trying to find something that'll help, but You're trying, huh? Have you been back to the house again? I mean, how hard are you trying? I'm sitting on a mound of evidence, Kim.
I mean, please, don't tell me how to do my job.
Well, you're still standing here telling me it's over.
Hey, hey.
I want to believe this guy's innocent.
But the cops aren't looking anywhere else because they see him as a slam dunk.
Of course they do.
They always go to the husband first.
Jordan.
Look, if it'll make you happy, I'll go back to the house and see if we missed anything.
Thanks.
Okay.
Thanks.
Just leave them on my desk, would you? Hi.
Oh, hey, I'm sorry.
I I thought you were work-related.
Well, I am.
Sort of.
Work-related, I mean.
I'll show you something.
You see the Jochimson building right there? That's the tall one under construction? That used to be Joe Burke's.
It was my favorite ice cream shop.
They kept that place going for three generations without missing a beat, and then last year, the old man's great-grandson decided to sell.
Said he hated ice cream and needed a change.
Well, did someone save the recipes? Well, yeah, but without the booths and the chrome, you know, what's the point? Lt'd still taste real good.
Yeah.
It's true.
You know, Lily, just sometimes it's hard to let go of the things that used to make us happy.
Even if those things are different now.
I don't know.
Isn't it easier when happy is right in front of your eyes? Jordan! Daddy! Daddy! Hey, hey! Get your hands off her! What's she doing? Get her away! Get off of her! What's going on? What's going on? Jordan! Jordan! Daddy! Hello? Who is it? Unless you're a cop, you're trespassing.
I didn't do anything, I swear.
You want to take some pictures to e-mail your buddies, hey, knock yourself out.
I didn't mean nothing.
I'm sorry.
Who are you? I already told you.
My name's Derek.
I live across the street.
My parents already talked to the cops.
I don't care who your parents talked to.
I'm talking to you.
I got to go.
No.
No, you don't.
Not yet.
Bet you thought Mrs.
Weyland was pretty hot, huh? Well, yeah, but Okay, so let's try this again, shall we? Did you see anything during the day? She was out front railing on some girl.
Well, what did she look like? I don't know.
Sixteen, 17, maybe.
I thought they were gonna duke it out, but the girl just left in her car all crying and everything.
Did you hear what they were fighting about? Yeah, about Mitch.
Like they were fighting over him or something.
Man, why would anybody cheat on a babe like Miss W? Listen, Maggie, about yesterday.
I thought about it, and you're right.
That land isn't about us anymore.
So you bring the papers down and I'll sign them.
Am I happy? Let's just sell it and move on, okay? I sympathize with your cigarette craving, Mr.
Flynn, but inhaling may be a challenge.
Simon, enough with the humming.
You're giving me a migraine.
Well, yes, I understand you know where So who let him in here anyway? I did.
Said he had a message for Charlie the guard from his Aunt June.
Have you seen him? Am I wrong on this? He took the day off.
He said he had a I rest my case.
family funeral.
Now Okay, now you're weirding me out.
He hasn't said anything about me, has he? Not unless you know someone named Eunice.
That's my mother's standard poodle.
Died when I was 11.
He keeps asking me if I've seen someone named Brenda Pollard.
Maybe she signed herself out.
Yeah? Or maybe she doesn't exist at all.
I threw that wacko out of the building this morning.
What's he doing back? He's a man on a mission.
He's clearly delusional.
Maybe we should call the psych ward at County.
How about we do a bit of noseying first? I mean, he claims to do work for the FBI.
Why don't we give the suits a jingle, see if he's really the gifted interpreter he says he is? Yeah, I've got a better idea.
Let's throw him out and then call the FBI.
He gives me the creeps.
Elena Cortinez, female, Apparent cause of death, trauma due to automobile accident.
Externally, rib cage appears damaged.
Internal injuries to be Folks, you can't go in there.
What's going on? Are you Dr.
Macy? Emmy, what's this about? Oh, my God, Louis, it's her, it's Elena.
Are you family? Yes, she's my sister.
Well, I'm sorry, but you can't come in here.
Emmy, take them back to my office.
Yes, sir.
We'll discuss arrangements for your sister later, all right? Oh, Doctor, it's not about that.
We need her eggs.
I heard about your case from the guys at the squad.
Real tragedy when a young mother is killed like that.
Yeah.
So this guy, Weyland, you think he did it? Yeah, well, it looks that way.
But a neighbor's kid saw the wife fighting with someone the day of the murders, so Well, you are taking time out to have dinner with me.
That's not like you, Jordan.
I just thought it'd be nice to see you.
So there's nothing else you wanted to talk about? Jordan? It's a cold January, huh? I remember colder.
Cavanaugh.
Jordan, about those fragments in Patty Weyland's hands.
It's non-reflective glass, the kind you find in normal picture frames.
Judging from the room, she probably threw everything at the killer she could.
Yeah, but then the fragments would be in his hands, not hers.
Look, the question is, why smash it at all? Anger, resentment, desperation? Depends what's in the picture.
Well, judge for yourself.
I'm looking at it right now.
Who are the women? Not his wife Patty, that's for sure.
I mean, the little one looks half his age, but that doesn't seem to bother him.
So why have a picture like this lying around the house? Well, maybe it wasn't.
Well, maybe I should ask Weyland.
Wait a sec, wait a second.
You can't be serious, come on.
Lord knows we never thought it would be this way, George.
But Elena is carrying five eggs that we can still retrieve.
Yeah, but she's dead.
I mean, how do you expect me to go through with this now, huh? This whole thing was her idea.
Yeah, that was before, okay? It's what she wanted, George.
All right, let's calm down a little bit.
Just take it easy, please.
Mrs.
Vega, do you have any legal documents concerning your sister's wishes? No, we don't have any paperwork.
We never thought that When Elena saw what we were going through, the inseminations, the IVF.
Six years of trying to conceive.
We couldn't use my eggs, so Elena offered us hers.
And you agreed to it, George.
You think she would have listened to me if I refused, huh? Huh? Look, this whole thing was strange before, but now Even though things have changed, all we're asking you to do is help us.
I mean, we're still family.
All right, listen.
We have a very small window in which to make this decision.
Now, given the rate at which the body cells decay, these eggs will only be viable for another 18 hours, and even that's optimistic.
So, I suggest the three of you take some time right now and talk this through.
You can use my office if you like.
Excuse me.
You know, it's getting late.
You know and I have to go home to my children so they can plan their mother's funeral, all right? Kind of late for practice, huh? Hey, you mind if I ask you a few questions? Maybe you should ask my attorney.
Well, maybe it's something she can't answer.
Well, then I got nothing to say.
You know, I really would like to show you something.
You might want to come a little closer.
I know I would.
Who are they, Mitch? Members of your fan club? I'm gonna call my lawyer.
Oh, hey, be my guest.
One of your girlfriends showed up at your house yesterday.
What do you think she said to your wife? I think you better leave.
You know, if I was your wife, I would have been pissed.
You don't know anything about her! Look, just calm down.
No, you don't tell me what to do! You come in here with your picture and your speech all ready, but you don't know anything.
Yeah, well, then tell me.
'Cause right now I'm the only friend you've got.
Nora and I met when we were in high school.
That's when she got pregnant with Dena.
That's her.
She's 17 now.
When I got bumped by Pittsburgh, I came here.
It just made sense for her and the baby to stay in Pennsylvania.
Well, it happens.
Get divorced? No.
What do you mean? I don't know what I was thinking.
I just I couldn't tell Patty.
You married both of them? I didn't want to leave my daughter to grow up without a father.
Two families in two states.
Wow.
I swear, I I never wanted to hurt any of them.
Well, you got a strange way of showing it.
Morning.
Bagel? Where do you get off going to my client behind my back? He's got a whole other family five hours away and you covered for him.
Talk about withholding information.
First of all, I didn't know about it, and second, attorney-client.
I wouldn't tell you even if I did.
Oh, that's right.
I forgot, you lawyers will do anything to win a case.
Admit it, you went there to bait him.
The guy hardly needed baiting.
He's got a history of drunk and disorderly, five grand in league fines for brawling, two incidents of domestic disturbance and he nearly checked me into the boards after hello.
Serves you right.
What? You should have called me.
You know, I'm not sure that I like you professionally.
I'm a lawyer, you're not supposed to.
Cavanaugh.
Yeah, where? We're on our way.
That was Carver.
They just found Weyland's daughter.
Where? In a motel room, unconscious.
She's at Mount Auburn Medical now.
Could you grab the bagels? So, when Brenda's body comes in, you remember to check her coat pocket, right? Oh, sure.
No problem.
That's where the message is.
Oh.
She's counting on it.
These are fantastic.
Oh.
Mmm.
Are you gonna leave that? I mean Oh, please.
Go ahead.
I mean, only No.
Oh, sure, okay.
Thanks.
You know, all this communicating really works up an appetite.
Oh, yeah, sure.
So you're in love, huh? You can tell? Absolutely.
Your grandmother likes him quite a bit.
My nana? She says he may not be the one, but the one is definitely here.
What do you mean, here? In this building here? Yes, absolutely.
A crackpot.
I just spoke to the FBI and they insist he's one of their most prolific crank callers.
Who keeps letting him in, anyway? I do.
He's a friend of my father's.
I thought your father was dead.
Yeah.
Dr.
Macy? Mr.
Cortinez, come on in.
Got the release papers right here.
Listen, about the way I walked out of here yesterday Well, it's a very complicated issue.
Especially at this time.
I don't even know what I would tell my kids.
You understand that? To be honest, no.
Forgive me, it's not my place to interfere.
No, what? Tell me.
Well, your wife was willing to give of herself for the one thing that meant the most to her, family.
Now, if you can pass that on to your kids, you've given them something solid to hold on to.
Now, I realize how tough it is, but it doesn't mean you have to give up.
You two got them this far, right? Dena, baby? Get him out of here.
I don't want to see you.
Dena Get the hell out of here.
Just wait a minute.
I hate you.
I never want to see you again! You know what? Let's go, Mr.
Weyland.
Let's give her some more time, all right? Hi.
What do you want? I'm Dr.
Cavanaugh, and this is Kim Watkins, your dad's attorney.
Great.
I hope he fries.
Look, can you tell us what happened? Yeah.
I found out my father's a jerk.
Dena, details wouldn't hurt.
Look, Dena, we know you had an argument with Patty Weyland.
Yeah.
We got into it pretty deep, especially when I showed her the photo.
How deep? We talked.
That's all.
I was pretty freaked out, too.
So I just got wasted.
So you never went back to the house? Where I went is where you found me, okay? Okay.
Hi.
Hello.
I'm waiting for Garret.
Well, he's in the middle of something.
A procedure, I mean.
But I'm sure you can wait.
No.
No, I'll come back.
Who am I to turn down a little unexpected shopping? You know, I I think it's great the way you two are talking again.
Well, thank you.
I think.
I'm sorry, I don't remember your name.
Oh.
It's Lily.
Oh, lovely.
Thanks.
Well, will you look at this place? He brought in the Victrola and his old records.
Even his art books.
Poetry collection, too.
Yeah, it's like I'm seeing a whole new side of him.
He seems to be enjoying life more, like he has a better sense of himself.
I wish I knew what made the difference.
It's always been there.
He just needed the right inspiration.
Hmm.
Well, whatever happened, he's more like the man I fell in love with.
You guys are too easy on her.
She's lying.
Come on, look at the girl.
She didn't kill anybody.
If I had her on the stand, I'd break her down.
Weyland's still the best suspect we've got.
You made up your mind a long time ago.
The guy's prints were all over the murder weapon.
He's known for blowing his top.
You amaze me.
You are so convinced you're right, aren't you? This has nothing to do with me.
Oh, Jordan, cop to it.
This case, a young mother killed? It hits too close to home.
This is totally different.
Oh, is it? Kim! You know what I think? I think you pretend to have all the answers because you can't find the one you really want.
I don't even know what the hell you're talking about I'm talking about your mom, Jordan! I was there, remember? Next to you at school, at the funeral.
You think I didn't make the same connection? You think I can't see what's happening? You shouldn't even be on this case.
Look, if you don't want my help Save it.
You need help a lot more than I do.
Here you go.
Everything you need is loaded in.
We can't thank you enough.
Don't thank me.
It's a gift from your sister.
It wasn't just Elena.
Look, I know I didn't handle things well.
I'm sorry.
If Elena had been here, you know, she would have kicked my ass.
Luckily, somebody else did.
Oh, so get going.
You don't have much time.
You coming? Okay.
Get in there.
Your mother would have been proud.
You want to talk about it? Nope.
Rough one, huh? Yeah.
I know you, Jordan.
When you become monosyllabic, you've got a serious problem.
We were so close growing up.
How could she speak to me like that? Time changes people.
I haven't changed.
No.
You're just as pigheaded and difficult as you've always been.
Can we just start? Well, this is a hard one.
Lots of evidence, but it's circumstantial.
So where do we begin? The daughter, Dena.
I'll be Patty.
You came over earlier.
We argue.
Boy across the street saw me leave.
I was yelling, upset, but I wasn't done.
I had to go back to see Dad to punish him for what he did to us.
And I'm angry at you, at Dad.
I can't control myself.
No, this isn't right.
Yes, she had motive.
But Dena's prints weren't on the letter opener.
Well, it was cold.
Maybe she was wearing gloves.
She didn't have a key to the house.
No forced entry? No.
All right.
This time, I'll be Weyland.
Okay.
I come home from the game exhausted, no idea what's happened here.
Until I hit you with it.
The wife, your daughter Dena, the house in Pittsburgh.
I get defensive.
I try to explain, but you won't listen to me.
I've given you a good life.
But I won't let up on you.
I start to belittle your lousy career, I call you a failure.
You're pushing me.
I won't listen to this.
Yeah, but you've got no choice.
Yes, I do.
Wait.
The blood trail went from the kids' room to the parents'.
The kids were killed first.
What mother would stand by and let her children be murdered? Maybe she tried to protect them.
Her prints were all over the room.
I have the weapon.
I could have killed her right there.
Then why didn't the fight wake up the kids? Because there was no fight.
She was alone.
Patty's world was shattered.
She wasn't murdered.
She did it herself.
Oh, God.
She was devastated.
Mitchell's deception left her feeling totally powerless.
She retaliated in the only way she could.
By destroying his family.
All right, what about the defensive wounds on Patty's hands? If Mitch wasn't there, how did she get those? Actually, they weren't defensive wounds.
Watch.
Nige? We requisitioned a $5,000 Stab Me Sammy doll just for these occasions.
But for financial reasons, we'll be using this lovely ripened honeydew.
So, when Patty Weyland stabbed herself repeatedly, her blood, not unlike the juice of this melon, would make the handle wet.
So after each strike, her hand would slide over the blade, slicing the inside of her palm.
Making the cuts appear to be defensive.
Repeated blows by her own hand.
Well, I imagine your client will be relieved to hear this evidence.
The man just lost his wife and two children, Detective.
How relieved would you feel? You're looking for me? Thought you might want to take a crack at this homeless woman they just brought in.
Clearly died of frostbite a few days ago, poor thing.
Sorry, my dance card is full, darling.
Anyway, it looks like a sign-out.
What's the catch? Her name's Brenda Pollard.
Seems the amazing Grady's timing was just a tad off.
Lily found this note in her pocket.
"People get ready, "there's a train coming.
"Don't need no baggage.
You just get on board.
" All you need is faith to hear the diesel coming Don't need no ticket You just thank the Lord I don't believe this.
Yeah.
The old bird was a Curtis Mayfield fan.
I still wonder what it would have looked like with a blanket of snow on the roof.
Hmm.
Abby playing by the fire.
Right.
It almost happened.
Well, some things just weren't meant to be, I guess.
So this is it, huh? Two signatures and an acre becomes a memory? Oh, you make it sound so clinical.
You agreed, it's It's time to move on.
Well, for us, yeah.
But what about Abby? Mags, when we bought that land, we had more hope than we knew what to do with.
And after years of watching two people be so horrible to each other, the The least we can do is show Abby that that wasn't always the case.
Maybe someday she'll build what we couldn't.
Well, so what are you saying, maybe we should reconsider? I'm saying that even when plans don't work out, you can't give up on them.
Somebody else can make it happen.
Garret I haven't heard you talk like this In years.
Maybe I just needed a little inspiration.
Your family will be transported to the mortuary first thing tomorrow morning.
So you'll take care of getting Mr.
Weyland's possessions back to the house? No problem.
But I thought he might want to have this now.
Patty's ring.
I noticed the inscription.
"Only you.
" Could I talk to you outside? Yeah.
Say what you will, the guy's in a lot of pain.
He has no one.
I mean, one family's gone and the other won't even speak to him.
And now he has to face charges for having both.
Listen, about what I said, I'm sorry.
No, you were, you were right.
I've got a lot of stuff I need to work out.
But you don't have to do it alone.
Oh, I'm stuffed.
It was great.
Yeah.
The flaming thing, you know.
What was that called? General Tso's Great Wall of Beef.
Yum.
It was a great choice.
Thank you.
Garret, there's something that I Me, too.
No, let me.
You've been spending a lot of time with your ex-wife lately, who, by the way, seems very sweet.
And I know you're divorced and I know how bad things were, but they don't seem as bad anymore, so I was just sort of wondering I was just sort of wondering how you were feeling right now? I mean, this Tonight is great, but if you're not sure, I guess I don't know, I just really need to know what you want.
You want to know what I want? Okay, that works for me.
Yeah.
Dad, can I ask you something? Yeah.
From the time I set foot in the Weyland house, something weird's been going on.
I felt a chill.
Kind of like that day.
I know, Jordan.
I had a feeling.
I didn't want to admit it, but It got in the way.
Place was filled with cops.
Doors were open, the windows.
And it was cold.
So cold you could see your own breath.
But not hers.
And her husband was accused of the crime, but he was innocent.
And all I could do was just stand there and watch as they dragged you away.
How could anyone think that you killed Mom? Well, I was the one who found her.
I had her I had her blood on my hands.
Any good cop would have thought the same thing.
All those days you were gone, all those nights I stayed at Kim's, I was so scared.
I thought I was gonna lose you, too.
See, that kind of fear never leaves you.
Just goes deeper and it takes something like this to bring it up again.
And after all these years, I thought I finally had it under control.
That was your first mistake.
Take it from one who knows.
You think I don't remember that afternoon? Every time a cold breeze blows.
All I wanted to do was hold your hand and be there for you.
That sounds pretty good right about now.
That I can do.