Crossing Jordan s01e23 Episode Script

You know who I am, don't you? I got your message.
I found the fingerprint.
What do you want from me? You left things on my car.
You led me around by the nose, now tell me what comes next.
You murdering son of a bitch, tell me what you know about her.
Tell me! I know who killed your mother.
What? What did you say? I said, what did you say? Tell me, you son of a bitch! I know who killed your mother.
Who? Who did it? No.
First you help me, then I tell you.
Help you what? Get outta here.
What are you talking about? How can I do that? I didn't kill my wife and my kids.
I was framed.
I need you to prove it.
After you do, I'll lead you to your mother's killer.
Why am I supposed to believe you? I gave you the fingerprint of a guy you've been chasing for 22 years.
You couldn't have known my mother when she was here.
How did you find her hairclip? That was easy.
Oh, by the way, I left you another present.
Look, I'm a powerless person.
I got no money, no resources.
All I got is what I know.
It's a business proposition.
I got something to sell, something you're willing to buy.
Is there a problem here? No.
I'm gonna have to ask you to leave now.
Hi, sweetheart.
Just thought you'd like to have some of your favorites to keep you company.
I miss you, baby.
Oh, and there's someone here who wants to say something.
I miss you, Mommy.
Please come home soon.
The one to watch Over me Not again.
My sentiments exactly.
Sorry, I was just talking to myself.
It's perfectly normal, like sleeping in your clothes.
Is there something you want, Garret? I asked you not to go back to Summit View.
Actually, it sounded more like an order.
You want to tell me what's going on? No.
You know, you make it tough sometimes, Jordan, not just to be your boss, to be your friend.
Last time I checked, you didn't have that many.
Would have thought pink was more your color.
Uh, it's, uh It's not what it looks like.
I, uh I broke a nail.
Yeah, don't worry about it.
Your secret's safe with me.
Anyway, I didn't come here to discuss your proclivities.
I know that look.
What look is that? The "let me see if I can slam my head against this wall without feeling it" look.
Haven't you been in enough trouble lately? Actually, I'm just getting started.
And I guess you want to drag me down with you.
I cannot tell a lie, Woody.
I need a favor, and no questions asked.
My favorite kind.
And I guess you expect me to just roll over and do what you say, is that it? Even though you know it's gonna be my ass that's handed back to me on a platter? Is that what you expect? Here we go.
Herman Redding.
The murders occurred on July 9th, '91.
Redding, his wife, The bodies were never found.
And the D.
A.
Still got a conviction? No.
Looks like he stopped talking before they could formally charge him.
Clammed up right after they found the murder weapon.
How convenient.
Kitchen knife, his fingerprints, their blood.
Enough to have him dead to rights.
Jordan, what's this all about? I can't tell you.
You can't or you won't? Both.
Look, uh, who was the lead detective on that case? Harcourt.
Lou Harcourt? You know him? Well, well.
Jordan Cavanaugh.
Heard you were back in town.
Gee, word sure travels fast around here.
Still good looking.
And you're still fat.
Same old Cavanaugh wit.
Just like your old man.
Let's just leave my old man out of this, all right? Been a lot a years.
He's not still sore, is he? For helping to get him fired? Look, I got a few questions for you about an old case.
Herman Redding.
What about it? I'm looking for some answers.
There still seem to be a lot of questions.
Well, it depends on whether you buy his version of the story.
And which version is that? Two intruders break into his house in the middle of the night, stab him, slaughter his wife and kids, hide the bodies.
No motive, no prints, except I mean, I spent 20 hours grilling the creep in interrogation.
He was as sane as you or me.
But he never confessed, did he? He's no dummy.
He ups and vegges out the minute we find the murder weapon.
The shrinks diagnosed it as catatonic dissociative state.
My ass.
The freak's been pulling the wool over people's eyes for the last 10 years.
It's fine with me.
Let him rot in there.
Listen, I want everything you've got on this case.
Files, evidence, whatever.
Sorry.
Files are confidential.
You're not gonna give me anything, are you? No, except a word of advice.
Stay away from it.
I can't do it.
Sure, you can.
You do it.
What's the big deal? Bug, you tell people how their loved ones die every day.
Yeah, but this one is different.
What if I start to laugh? Oh, come on, it's not that funny.
Okay, it's funny.
Okay, not you, not me.
Who? There's really no way to sugarcoat this, Mrs.
Dunham.
Leon blew himself up.
I don't understand.
How? Apparently, while you were at work, Leon consumed a large quantity of beer.
He loved his beer.
Yes, I guess he did.
It seems that he drank two six-packs, then attempted to shoot a raccoon from your porch with his rifle.
You're kidding? Apparently, he managed to force the raccoon into a drainage pipe at the edge of your property.
He then poured an entire five-gallon can of gasoline into the pipe, lit a match and dropped it in.
What a way to go.
That's not what did it, actually.
See, the match went out when it hit the liquid.
So? So, he crawled in the pipe and lit another one, just to make sure.
We're pretty sure that he was dead before he hit the ground.
Man, she is good.
Didn't even crack a smile.
Hey, I'm looking for Lily Lebowski.
May I ask what this is regarding? I'm Andy, her brother.
I need to talk to her right now.
Is there a problem? Oh, yeah.
There's a problem, all right.
I've been calling her for two weeks now.
She hasn't called me back.
Is everything okay? Our mom needs her to come back home.
Well, I'm sure she could take a few days off.
No.
For good.
Cavanaugh.
Dad.
Uh, no, I'm just, uh, doing some work.
Tonight? No, I'm not trying to avoid you.
It's all right.
Dad, stop apologizing.
I've gotta get back to work.
I'll see you.
Just had an unfortunate conversation with Kirk Snyder from the D.
A.
's Office.
They got a call from a Detective Harcourt about a 10-year-old case you're digging around in.
Wow.
Took him almost as long as it did to rat out my dad.
He gave me a lecture about controlling my people.
You can't imagine how much I enjoyed that.
What's going on, Jordan? Just sitting at my desk doing my work.
The hell you are.
This is about your mother's case.
I don't know how yet, but I know it is.
It's why you went back to Summit View, isn't that right? It's none of your business.
Look at you.
You're not eating, you're not sleeping.
Last time I saw you like this Was when I was fired.
It's starting all over again, isn't it? Isn't it? I hope that he Turns out to be Someone who'll watch Over me I'm a little lamb I've hit a dead end.
I need you to tell me your side of the story.
It was 2:26 in the morning.
I know, 'cause I saw the clock when I woke up on the couch.
I'd fallen asleep watching Johnny Carson.
That's when I heard the scream.
I grabbed the first thing I could find, and I started toward the bedroom.
Then he was on me.
I felt the knife go in my side.
He hit me from behind, and everything went dark.
When I woke up, my wife and my kids were gone.
And you wonder why people didn't believe you.
Yeah, well, it really doesn't matter what you believe, does it? What matters is that you find out who framed me.
Tell me where I go from here.
The knife.
It's all about the knife.
A little hungry? Research.
They're tax deductible.
Here.
Research for what? I'm going into the pizza business.
Pizza business? Aw, clams? Must be a Boston thing.
I wasn't avoiding you, Andy.
Oh, really? Then what do you call it then? Mom says you haven't talked to her in like a month.
I won't go back to Punxsutawney.
I can't.
And I'm not taking care of Mom and that stupid store anymore.
It's not fair.
You got your dream.
You got all this.
I work in a morgue, Andrew! Yeah, well, it's a hell of a lot better than selling luggage your whole life.
Mom is driving me crazy.
She still thinks we can compete with those guys in the mall.
We're dying.
And now it's my turn to get out.
What are you saying? Every day I watch people walk out of the store with bags I sold them, going places I'll never go, doing things that I will never do.
I'm really good at making pizzas, Lily.
I got a book on it and everything.
Pizza.
It's my future.
I'm heading to New York to strike it rich.
Wait a minute, Andy.
You left Mom? Yup.
Stuffed everything I could into a dual-sided, deluxe mobile with a retractable handle and hopped on a bus.
But she can't be alone.
You know how she is.
Exactly.
Bus ticket.
Now you got no excuse.
I got your page.
So where's the fire? I need the knife.
What? From the Redding murders.
Why are you asking me? I don't have it.
Yeah, I know.
It's in the evidence storage.
I need you to sign it out for me.
Are you kidding? Jordan, this is not a game.
And if you know what's good for you, you'll drop this whole stupid thing right now.
So, you're not even gonna help me.
No, I am not gonna help you.
Harcourt almost tore me a new one when he found that I helped you get that file.
I help you, I get in trouble.
Well, too bad, 'cause right now it's the only kind of help I need.
M.
E.
's office, buzz me in? Sure, soon as I see your 6-80.
Permission to enter the evidence warehouse and access its contents.
You need a form 6-80 signed by the D.
A.
's office.
Detective Harcourt didn't call you? I've been here all day.
No calls.
Lou Harcourt? Oh, come on, man.
Just buzz me in.
No 6-80, no buzz, man.
How long ago did she leave? Ten minutes.
Buzz me in.
Son of a Take off your coat, you're staying.
Anyone ever tell you you're a killjoy? All the time.
Rumor mill's working overtime around here.
Just what kind of trouble are you in? I'm not sure yet.
Just like old times, eh? Not that you should be nostalgic for any of that.
This isn't like that.
Good.
'Cause I'd miss you around here.
I'm all right.
Yeah? Really.
I just need someone to help me who's got a "can do" attitude.
Well, I'm your guy.
What you got? Let me guess, kitchen accident.
Chopping carrots, perhaps? Murder weapon.
I need to know what prints are on it Yeah.
whose blood that is, how old it is, where it came from.
Sounds like several hours worth of work.
Yes, it does.
And don't tell Macy.
Lily, here's the autopsy schedule for tomorrow.
Oh, thank you.
So Nigel told me you handled the notification on Leon Dunham.
Mmm.
It must have been tough to keep a straight face.
No.
I take that kind of thing very seriously.
I haven't been studying for two years for nothing.
Studying? Um, counseling.
I've been taking a correspondence course in clinical psychology for two years now.
You're kidding.
I had no idea you were so overqualified.
Yeah, well, maybe I'm not too overqualified to sell luggage.
What do you think? I'm sorry? Never mind.
I'm gonna go post this.
Excuse me.
Yeah, I know, I'm a lousy shot, but I make up for it by being short.
I don't need shrinking, Howard.
I'm fine.
I don't think you are.
Oh, and how do you know that? First of all, you look like hell.
Second of all, when was the last time you slept? This is none of your business.
Well, it is, actually.
You see, you're my assignment now.
Tell you what, whatever they're paying you, I will double it if you leave right now.
Well, not that I couldn't use the extra cash, but, uh, I don't think we'd get away with it.
What's that? It's a prescription so you can sleep.
I don't need sleep.
They're back, aren't they? I don't know what you're talking about.
The dreams, they've come back.
Still climbing that staircase, aren't you? I can handle the dreams, okay? Don't worry about it.
I think we both remember what happened the last time you said that.
What am I looking at? The blood from your knife, you in living color by the Axio Imaging 2.
It's one of my new toys.
How many different blood types? Three.
And if I could get some DNA samples from the victims, I might be able to match them.
The victims were never found.
Oh.
That should make that rather difficult then.
Look, I don't know what to tell you, Jordan.
Uh, I've run every test I can on this knife.
What about EDTA? Except for that one.
Blood preservatives, eh? You're thinking frame job, aren't you? Maybe.
Well, if any preservatives are present, this dye will bond to it.
There it is.
My guess is this blood is from a vial labeled as "evidence".
And that was before it ended up on the knife.
Gee, I wonder how that happened? You're leaving, aren't you? How do you I met your brother.
Oh.
Maybe this is for the best.
I mean, things were starting to get weird around here anyway.
And there's nothing anyone can do to change your mind? No.
I don't think so.
So, uh, what are you gonna do? Go home, see if I can sell what's left of the family business.
Take care of a few things.
Try to find another job.
I see.
I was hoping I could get you to write me a letter of recommendation.
Yeah, of course.
I'd be honored.
Have you, um, told Dr.
Macy yet? No.
I was just writing him a little letter.
I've got a autopsy I've got to get to.
I'm gonna miss you, Lily.
You know how many laws you've broken in the last 24 hours? Herman Redding was framed for the murders of his wife and kids.
Get outta here.
What are you talking about? You know exactly what I'm talking about.
The blood on this knife had already been processed through the lab.
We know Redding's talking again.
We know you've been there.
He's playing you.
That doesn't change the facts.
You framed him.
You probably planted the knife, too, didn't you? No.
Then who did? You don't want to know.
Who was it? You're on the wrong side of this one, sweetheart.
Tell me! Ask your father.
What are you doing here? Herman Redding.
Yeah, remember him? The guy you framed for murder.
Or were there just so many of them that you lost track? What is this, Jordan? He's the one who gave me the fingerprint.
Now, I don't know if one thing has anything to do with the other, but, uh, I'm starting to get pretty damn suspicious.
I have no idea what you're talking about.
You planted the knife two days after the crime.
The blood evidence was faked.
This is way more complicated than you know.
Stop lying to me! You framed him! The man was a monster! Slaughtered his wife and kids.
He was about to walk.
We did what we had to do.
Aw, don't go getting self-righteous on me.
Sometimes cops have got to be a little creative.
You know that.
I'm going to the D.
A.
With this.
No, you're not, Jordan.
You weren't born yesterday.
No, I'm telling them everything I know.
You know what kind of trouble I'm in if you do that? You should have thought of that before you broke the law! I don't believe anything you say to me anymore.
For all I know, everything has been a lie! What the hell are you talking about? You lied to me about my mother! About her being in an institution.
And someone was trying to kill her.
For all I know, it could have been you.
All right, now you're talking crazy! Oh, yeah.
I lived with that woman 15 years, the depression, the anger.
I protected you from it, 'cause I thought it was the right thing to do.
She was a sick woman, Jordan.
And I protected her from a lot more than herself.
You want the truth? I'll give you the truth.
Your mother was a crazy, paranoid, delu Jordan.
I think I'm losing my mind.
You're not becoming your mother, Jordan.
That's just not how it works.
Mental illness runs in families.
My mom was exactly my age when she started to lose it.
I mean, what if I'm like some kinda ticking time bomb, genetically predetermined to go off? You know, there's a clinical term called "complicated bereavement".
To cope with the pain of a loss, the attempt is made to resurrect the person you've lost by becoming them.
Sounds like I'm nuts.
Well, I wouldn't quarrel with you there.
I hit my dad, for God's sake.
Well, that was a reaction to the moment.
You'll apologize to him.
It'll be fine.
I don't know what to believe anymore.
I think I'm starting to see things.
Well, how long is it since you've slept? Couple days.
Because of the dreams? Yeah.
They're not gonna go away unless you deal with them.
They always do.
Eventually.
That door at the top of the stairs, it's been closed for 22 years.
I think it's time you found out what's behind it.
Just start at the beginning, the first image you remember.
Every dream's a little different, but it's always in the house.
Always at night.
It's quiet, except for the singing.
It's my mother's voice.
She used to sing it to me a lot when I was little.
Someone to watch over me I see my dad.
He's standing in the kitchen doorway.
There's something in his hands.
He's staring down at it.
What is it? I don't know.
It's always different.
Look closer.
It's a gun.
What's he doing with it? He's taking out the bullets, he doesn't want them in the gun.
Why? I don't know.
Yes, you do.
To protect me.
Good.
So, what happens next? I'm drawn to the voice.
I want it to comfort me.
I need to be closer to it.
It's coming from the bathroom.
She's in there.
I'm at the top of the stairs.
I don't usually get this far.
What do you see? What is it? Water.
I'm a little lamb Who's lost in the wood Jordan, what did you see? What was it? I gotta go.
Jordan.
Oh, Doctor Cavanaugh, you got a bunch of messages from Dr.
Stiles.
He sounded really concerned.
And, uh, you're wanted in the conference room.
Let me guess.
I'm in trouble.
Did someone's hamster die? You remember Mr.
Snyder from the D.
A.
's office.
He was just filling me in on your discovery in the Redding case.
Good.
Saved me having to call him.
I have to admit, the D.
A.
Is slightly confused by this series of events.
It's a sensitive case, you understand.
Nothing sensitive about it.
The man was framed.
Drop the charges and release him.
He was never tried on the charges.
So? The fabrication of evidence constitutes a denial of due process.
We'll never be able to try him again for the murders.
Bill of Rights can be a bitch.
He's guilty.
Maybe.
Maybe not.
Jordan, if you go through with this, your father will be charged with felony obstruction of justice.
Are you willing to let that happen? Your reputation leaves a lot to be desired, Dr.
Cavanaugh.
There's a shock.
We're not above dragging your past into the courtroom if need be.
I'm sure the jury would be very interested in the psychiatric evaluation from your last tenure here in Boston.
Wait, wait, wait, just hold it a minute.
That's a confidential file.
There's no reason to It's called a subpoena.
No one's gonna subpoena anything.
She stole police property.
I will not let her screw up a case that we have waited 10 years to prosecute.
I'll have her fired for this.
As long as I'm still her boss, I'll be the one who decides who gets fired around here.
Is that clear? Release Herman Redding immediately or I go to the press with everything I know.
You forgetting something? Your end of the bargain.
There's a cabin in Vermont, six miles outside of Prospect Rock, on Route 18 at the end of Mill Road where the dirt stops.
If you leave now, you'll get there by dark.
What am I looking for? After you go through the front door, walk five paces, look down, you'll find it there.
Bug.
What do you want? Did you know Lily resigned? Yeah.
Why didn't you tell me? It's not really my job, is it? But I hope you're happy.
What's that supposed to mean? Where's she going? Back home to Pennsylvania, taking a bus in half an hour.
Lily, you didn't say goodbye.
Oh, I didn't know how to.
I'm sorry, Garret.
I just didn't want to wake up one day with regrets.
If I leave now, maybe I won't have any.
Listen, I can't let you resign.
I mean, for certain political reasons, it just doesn't look good.
You know, it reflects poorly on me, you understand? No, I don't, but So, I'm firing you.
Oh, I see.
And offering you a position with full benefits.
Comes out to about a 100º/º raise in pay.
What? Listen, we need somebody at the morgue with a kind face to deal with people in grief.
Sort of a social worker to see them through a tough time.
And I can't think of anybody better for that than you.
I want you to stay, Lily.
Is this about the job or about us? I'm not sure, maybe both.
The bus is leaving.
I have to go home and see my mom.
Will you think about the offer? I don't know.
Okay.
So, if you're not interested, just get on the bus and don't look back.
I'll understand.
Goodbye, Garret.
Goodbye, Lily.
Whoa! It's me, it's me, it's me, it's me! How'd you get here? I followed you.
If you'd just told me what you were doing in the first place.
What are you doing out here? Looking for answers.
Answers to what? My mother's murder.
Okay, stop, stop.
It's his wife and kids.
He used me.
Okay, you were never here, Jordan.
Okay, you understand me? You were never here and you never saw any of this.
Okay? I'm gonna take care of this, Jordan.
I was just going through your psychiatric evaluation from when I fired you, looking for some answers.
They're not in there.
Maybe the D.
A.
's office will have better luck.
I've known you for eight years now, and I still don't understand you.
But you're the single most gifted M.
E.
I've ever worked with.
You care more, you give more, I think you actually enjoy it more.
That's why it pains me to have to do this.
I'm suspending you for a month.
Suspending me? Yeah, go home, go away, whatever.
Just get your priorities straight.
We'll deal with the D.
A.
's office when you get back.
That's not gonna work for me.
I'm not giving you a choice.
You're not suspending me, 'cause I quit.
No.
No, that's not fair.
We've been through too much for you to pull this on me, Jordan.
I'd do anything to help you, you know that.
Don't beat yourself up, Garret.
I'm not worth it.
See, that's the difference between you and me.
'Cause I always thought you were.
Going someplace? You're going after him, aren't you? He knows who killed my mother.
You're never gonna find him.
We'll see.
He played you, Jordan.
Think about this.
Those two murders out at the mental hospital, my guess is he was responsible for those, too.
And if he's smart, he is long gone by now, probably out of the country.
Then it's gonna be a long trip.
Now, if you'll excuse me.
Hey, Jordan.
I thought we were friends.
I thought we were getting to know each other.
There's some things you can't ever know.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Just talk to me about it.
Please.
I can't.
I'll help you find him.
What? I'll go with you.
We'll do this together.
That's crazy.
You don't have to ask for my help, Jordan.
I'll give it to you.
I can be your friend.
I was only 10.
What? It's not fair.