Crossing Jordan s03e06 Episode Script

I kept the crime scene clear for you.
Andrea Goddard, thirty-six.
Are you sure it's a crime scene? Looks like she just fell down and broke her crown.
Uh, it's a crime scene `til I say it's not.
Can you give me a time of death estimate? Well, lividity's set, so it was more than eight hours ago, and no maggots, so less than three days.
That's very amusing.
Any chance you could be a little more specific? How's eleven-O-one? You know, my last case, your office sent over some uh, Pakistani guy who didn't think that he was a standup comic.
He's from India, and I'm not trying to be funny.
Oh.
Well, good.
I like to have a specific time when I'm checking alibis.
Are you sure you're not jumping the gun a little here? I mean, I'm not really seeing anything here that screams homicide.
Maybe you could leave detective work to a detective.
And maybe you could leave time, cause and manner of death to a medical examiner.
You're acting like a child.
Don't you ever have dinner with your ex? Maggie and I have a daughter together.
Daniel and I managed to remain friends.
That's all it is.
He's remarried and I'm in a relationship - Come in.
- I think.
Bones at a construction site.
They're requesting our presence.
When you get bored in the playpen, you know where to find me.
- Who's free? - Doctor Maguire.
Who else? - Doctor Maguire.
- Alright, Emmy, thanks.
Nigel! Yeah, I uh, I did half last night.
I'm gonna do the rest now.
I want you to go with Doctor Maguire on a call.
- Oh, the new girl? - New doctor.
Doctor? I thought the DNA backlog was priority one.
Doctor Maguire's not ready to solo.
That's not what she says.
Big part of the reason why I don't trust her.
Aye.
He trusts me.
That's why he assigned me this.
First real case.
Finally.
Tell these bones aren't Indian, I'll be happy.
If they're Indian, we'll be shut down for months.
I believe the currently preferred terminology is Native American.
So if- if you find anything that even looks like an Indian artifact / Mm-hm.
you know, maybe you could pretend it's not.
You know, like uh, arrowheads, war clubs-- Or wampum, peace pipes.
Shrunken heads.
/ Yeah, like that.
- So what was here before? - Forty unit tenement.
We found the bones in what would have been the cellar.
It's a baby.
Doctor Maguire, I'm guessing this is not an Indian artifact.
It's a child's doll.
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They decomposed.
Ribs are cartilage `til the baby's about six weeks old, so she was younger than that.
It's a black doll.
She was African-American? I won't be able to nail it down without doing a comparative analysis.
Comparing what to what? This skull to a Caucasian one.
Uh, the nasal bones will be flatter in a- in-- Okay, a little too much information.
I'm sorry I asked.
How long has she been here? We'll only be able to give you a range.
Do we know what killed her? No obvious injury.
Okay.
I'll go check Missing Persons files, see if anything turns up.
You know, if I killed my baby and hid the body, I'm not sure I'd want to draw the cops' attention by reporting her missing.
That's a good point, but we gotta start Somewhere.
This is a sign-out.
Relatives can have the body any time.
Ugh.
That'll make my job easier.
They didn't want their father carved up like a rump roast.
- Is that how they put it? - Yeah.
So, thanks.
Yeah, hey.
Anything I need to know about? Uh, probably not.
Uh, Andrea Goddard.
Fell down the stairs of her house, broke her neck.
- Accident? - To be determined.
/ Okay.
Is this someone you know? I need definitive proof that this either was or was not accidental.
Why? - You got the call.
- Yeah.
Can I assume that the eleven-O-one time of death is solid? I don't usually assess time of death based on a broken watch.
I run tests.
You are planning to do a full autopsy.
I'm happy to do whatever I'm told.
If that's what you need.
Thank you.
Need any help with my case? Gimme the ALS, would you? You do know I have no idea what I'm looking at.
Oh, just think of it as carbon dating, only with lead and polonium two-ten.
Carbon's useless unless the bones are really, really old.
Lead has a half-life of twenty-two years.
Polonium, hundred and thirty-four days.
You just know all this stuff, or do you have to look it up? I know everything.
There you go.
Your little girl was buried eighteen to twenty years ago.
Okay? Can you do a facial reconstruction? Uh, yeah, I suppose I could, but-- Great.
I'll tell Detective Hoyt eighteen to twenty years? Yeah, but newborns aren't necessarily the best subjects.
/ Why not? `Cause they've all got that same little squished in baby face.
Plus, I really have to catch up on the DNA backlog.
Do this first.
News to you, perhaps, but the institutional priorities don't always match your own.
Do it now.
I'll clear it with Doctor Macy.
Abrasions on the knees, contusions to the hands and elbows.
This looks like a fractured hip.
Really? Wow, I must have missed all that.
Facial bruisings looks like what you'd expect to see in a fall.
Are you giving me a tutorial? - Do you think I need one? - No.
And no.
- Trouble in paradise then? - What? You seemed happy to leave this to me until Walcott butted in.
The D.
A.
doesn't just wander in here unless there's somethin' brewin', - Jordan.
Come on.
- Doctor Macy, Lily would like to see you the conference room.
Okay.
Draw some blood and give it to Nigel for a tox screen, then shoot a radiograph of this head wound.
Move her into autopsy one.
Don't start cutting `til I'm back.
Uh, this is Doctor Macy, the Chief Medical Examiner.
- Harold Goddard.
His wife-- - If I had an employee who couldn't answer a simple question, I'd fire her.
What's the question? The police told me Andrea fell down the stairs.
Apparently, so.
What's the question? Why isn't she ready for release? Because we're doing a full autopsy.
Why? At the request of the District Attorney's Office.
Anything else? I need to make the arrangements.
What should I tell the funeral home? Uh, tell me which one, and I'll let them know-- / Fisher and Sons! Nice guy.
Seems real torn up about his wife's death.
He told me they separated a couple months ago.
Oh, this is terrible.
How old is this baby? - About three or four weeks.
- What happened? / Dunno yet.
Well, how close a likeness can you get? Some of the features aren't predicted by skull's contours-- - eyes, nose, mouth.
- What's left? Well, I know it seems like pure guesswork, but we can tap into a vast database of variables.
Age, sex, build, ethnic group, that we overlay onto a wire frame matrix and come up with a usable approximation.
Can I ask you something? Uh, sure.
What is the best way to deal with someone who doesn't grasp that other people's needs may not precisely match hers? - Doctor Maguire? - Yeah.
She's just trying to settle in and find her place.
See, my experience is that she's trying to muscle her way to the front of the class and doesn't care how many bodies she leaves in her wake.
Mmm.
Well, then you'll just have to learn how to say no.
Right.
No.
N- no.
No.
Yo, Doctor No.
I'm pretty sure I got it, and it was a lot easier than I thought it would be.
These three are Caucasian.
Yeah, but our baby's definitely not.
This one is our only hit from Missing Persons.
Mother's name is Althea Hurd.
Reported baby girl missing June eighth nineteen eighty-five, and she lived in that building.
Eh, all that work for nothing.
Yeah, well, confirmation's a good thing.
Alright, you know what? I think I'm gonna go track down Althea Hurd and pay her a visit.
If I were you, I'd track Doctor Maguire down first, give her the option of going with you.
What if I don't want to? She'll hurt you.
More importantly, she'll hurt me.
I'm finding her a tad pushy.
But she is kind of hot, though.
In your squeaky clean, white bread world perhaps.
Alright, you know what? Never mind.
I don't think I really need to know what makes your toe rise.
Oh, but Woody, I'd so love to tell you.
Too easy.
- Is that the head wound? - Yes.
Did you look at it? Oh, I wouldn't want to get above me humble station.
Since when? Correct me if you think I'm wrong, but I'd say this woman fell down the stairs because somebody smacked her in the head with whatever left that imprint.
Sounds like you're expecting me to disagree.
And I'd say that makes it murder.
Does it get you off the hook with General Walcott? Excuse me? I seemed to detect a certain tension in the room today.
Hard to tell which one of you screwed up, but if it was you, here's a thought.
You could just apologize.
Or you could.
She had a baby who was three weeks old when it disappeared, and she lived in that building.
I mean, look at this.
She's a drug addict.
She did prison time in the early eighties.
We've got her.
Maybe.
Now, all we need's a DNA sample.
Which she can refuse to provide.
And even if she is the baby's mother, who's to say she killed her? Maybe some loony tune in the building snatched the kid.
- Let me do the talking.
- Okay.
Yes? / Hi, I'm Doctor Maguire from the Medical Examiner's Office.
That is right, and-- You reported a baby missing in nineteen eighty-five when you were living at One forty Alden Avenue? / Yes? I'm sorry, I think we found her.
I don't understand.
The bones of an infant have been found in the cellar of that building.
I'm gonna need a DNA sample from you for confirmation.
I'm sorry about that baby, but it couldn't possibly be mine.
That's my daughter.
The police found her three days after she disappeared and brought her back to me.
Where'd you learn your bedside manner, Josef Mengele Med School? Hey, the Missing Persons file didn't say anything about the baby being found.
I'll look into that.
I'll bring you that information at the morgue.
It has to be her baby.
All of which we would have had answered if you had let me handle it, `cause we'd have the DNA sample right now.
Excuse me.
Like you could have done better? In my sleep, honey.
Excuse me, sweetie? Get in the car.
Get in your car, drive away.
- Don't look back.
Thank you.
- Hey, hey, wait a second.
You're a doctor.
You want to be a cop, I'll get you an application.
Garret? Hmm? It was none of my business.
I apologize.
Do I know you? You got a time of death? I've got a range.
Eight to midnight.
What are you doin'? Well, whatever that shape is, there's room for maybe a couple, three letters on each side.
So I'm trying to find something that makes sense.
I don't think there's room for more than two letters.
Okay, let's say you're right.
That would leave us with Okay, try that.
Golf clubs.
Doesn't look like a driver.
It's probably a long iron.
No, I'd say it's a putter.
It's a two or three iron.
No, uh, I think it's a putter.
Yeah, a putter.
- Okay.
- That's some good work.
Did you take the blood to Nigel for the tox screen? Uh, yes, sir.
Did you tell him it's a priority? Well, that would have required me to show some initiative, sir, which I can do on command.
You're having way too much fun with this.
And speaking of initiative, uh, when I was at the crime scene, I took a sample of vitreous potassium from her left eye.
So if you'll take another sample now from her right eye, that would enable you to determine the rate of postmortem increase, which remains predictable for twenty- four hours after death.
Which would then help you narrow down the time of death estimate considerably.
Oh, gosh.
Did that sound like a tutorial? Once again, I am so sorry, sir.
Where's Doctor Maguire? Nigel! Where's Doctor Maguire?! - County General.
- Why? I don't know.
Why are you chopping up the baby's bones? Since you ask, Madame has insists that I extract DNA.
Now, I have nothing to match it against.
Now, bones don't contain DNA, you know.
No, the marrow does, but, yes, marrow does decompose.
There are, however, usually some residual cells, the richest source for them being the femur.
Hence, I have carefully sectioned-- not chopped up--that particular bone.
Now, I understand that Althea Hurd may not, after all, be the mother, and that one has no idea where to look next, which would mean that all this work will be in vain if you don't bring me somebody's DNA.
I'm working on that.
- Hey, what's up, Doc? - Hey, Woody.
Nigel.
/ Yeah? Vitreous potassium.
Red cap was drawn first.
Run the rate of potassium increase for me.
And I need the results on the tox screen for Andrea Goddard.
Not finished.
Is there some reason you haven't done the DNA tests? Uh, didn't Doctor Maguire talk to you? About what? My fault.
I uh, I thought you pulled me off to assist her on the case.
I sent you with her because she's wet behind the ears.
It doesn't mean you're her nanny for life.
Alright.
I'm all over the DNA and the tox screen.
And the vitreous potassium.
Renee.
You could have just told me you suspected foul play.
Why else would I have been interested? What do we have? Injuries consistent with a fall.
Cause of death, broken neck.
Was it an accident or wasn't it? She was smacked in the head with a golf club from a set called Lady Steel.
You now hold in your hand everything I know about your cryptic case.
Have a nice day.
Eighteen months ago, Harold Goddard murdered his business partner.
My staff has tried ever since, unsuccessfully, to build a case against him.
Two days ago, his wife agreed to cooperate with the investigation.
I had him.
That's it? That's the big secret? I was looking ahead.
I was hoping to be able to build this case against him.
I didn't want it to look like I was gunning for him.
Given the circumstances, we'd have done a full autopsy anyway, you know.
Goddard has an unbreakable alibi for eleven p.
m.
I can help you there.
Look under time of death.
- Are you sure? - Pure science.
She died before ten p.
m.
Could not possibly have been alive after that.
Thanks, Garret.
I'm sorry I felt like I had to keep you out of the loop.
- Dinner? / Eight? - Pantini's? You can get us in there? Thank you, thank you.
What are you doing? I wanted to see Althea Hurd's maternity file.
It's not her baby.
I talked to the detective who caught the case and he confirmed it.
The baby was recovered and returned to the mother.
Then why was the case still open? Clerical error.
The resolution never made it to the file.
These things happen.
- Who took the baby? - They never found out.
Someone made an anonymous call that there was a baby in a dumpster, the baby was reunited with the mother, they lived happily ever after.
Well, then it's gotta be some other missing baby.
Yeah, well, they are fresh out of stock.
Some cases go unsolved.
Chances are the baby was born to somebody who lived in or near that building.
Okay.
Which means the delivery probably happened here at County General, the only place somebody in that location could afford.
You're kidding, right? No, no.
If we eliminate all the boy babies, - all the other ethnic groups-- - I have thirty-two active cases.
It's up to us to find out what happened.
We've got to give this baby a name.
Alright.
Alright, if you can find a way to get it to manageable number, then--and only then--you may call me.
- I'm really sorry I'm late.
- It's okay.
We're all set.
You must feel like everybody's all sorry for you.
Poor guy can't get a date, has to drink alone.
No, I don't mind waiting as long as I'm waitin' for you.
The house red isn't good enough tonight.
That is the best mood I've seen you in lately.
I had Harold Goddard arrested a half hour ago for the murder of his wife.
Is that what it takes? You want to arrest me? I have handcuffs.
A bottle of 96 BV private reserve.
You're payin'.
The arraignment is tomorrow morning at nine thirty.
Goddard's attorney is Judith Mathisson.
She's a snake.
I want Jordan Cavanaugh there to make it clear this was no accident.
I did the autopsy.
What? Why? Well, when you show up in person at the morgue demanding a full autopsy.
Uh-- What's the problem? Judith Mathisson will ride this pony all the way around the track.
I have no idea what you're talking about.
- Is there some reason, Doctor Macy-- - Doctor Macy, why you commandeered this case away from the M.
E.
who responded to the scene? She and I worked together on it.
I'd say you're hedging, but let's move on.
If all the evidence at the scene clearly indicated an accidental death, why did you perform a full autopsy? Because it was a violent, unattended death.
Is that the only reason? The District Attorney requested it.
- What reason did she give you? - None.
Are you accustomed to substituting her judgment for your own? That's like asking me if I've stopped beating my wife.
Your Honor, the autopsy report makes it clear this is a homicide case.
Is Ms.
Mathisson arguing that it's not? We could ask her.
For the past year and a half, Ms.
Walcott has pursued a vendetta against my client.
She is obsessed with making a case, any case, against him.
Does counsel imagine that Doctor Macy shares this phantom obsession? If I may, Your Honor? Keep it in the sphere of reality, please.
Thank you.
The police report puts time of death at eleven p.
m.
You disagreed? That was an early estimate.
Detailed testing puts the time prior to ten p.
m.
And my client has no alibi prior to ten.
Interesting, isn't it that your seizing the case gave the District Attorney the outcome she wanted.
Objection, Your Honor! / So I'll ask you again.
Why did you do the autopsy? Could it have anything to do with the fact that you and Ms.
Walcott are in a sexual relationship? I think I'm going to require your answer, Doctor Macy.
I'm dismissing the charges, Ms.
Walcott, not because of Ms.
Mathisson's tactics, but because the evidence is insufficient at this time.
You can refile if that changes.
Sorry.
Not your fault.
You gave me everything you could.
And it's not over.
I mean, I'm sorry we got outed in open court.
This may not be workable.
You're gonna have to tell me what you're talkin' about.
Us.
This was a wakeup call, a preview of what we're gonna face in the future.
But the judge didn't believe you and I cooked up lies.
She just didn't think you had the evidence.
Garret, we have a problem.
It needs discussion.
Okay.
I do autopsies and forward the results.
Not my job to put criminals away.
If it's a problem for you, you'll have to decide what to do about it.
Could you be any less forthcoming? I just- I just don't think this is something we have to worry about, and I don't think you do either.
I think you want an ironclad definition of what this relationship is.
Oh, I already have that.
Quicksand.
I'm not even gonna ask how you talked County General into doing this.
I worked out a system.
I'll check each file, and then you can make-- Yeah, hold on, hold on.
This is gonna take forever, okay? I have other things to do.
More important than finding out who this baby was? And what happened to her? Everything we do here is important to somebody, Doctor Maguire.
Devan.
Please, Nigel.
Look, I will do this myself if I have to, but I could really use some help.
No.
Way we can do it alone.
You find one other person to pitch in-- - And then we can do it twice as fast.
- Yup.
Okay.
So who's an easy mark? Baby boy.
Caucasian.
African-American female.
You finish the DNA tests? Hours upon hours of meticulous labor.
Is that a yes? Yes.
Do I want to know what's goin' on here? - Oh, well-- - No.
- Shouldn't we tell him what we're doing? - No.
/ Next.
So, what happened in court? My guess is you've already heard.
Well, I heard the part it's none of my business.
/ Right.
And I heard the judge threw the case out.
But I don't know why.
Insufficient evidence at this time.
You know, you're taking this laconic thing way too far.
- Well, what do you want to know? - Details.
De-tails.
/ Alright.
Goddard says he's never even been inside his wife's house.
The cops found nothing to contradict that.
His wife's golf clubs were Lady Steels They're missing.
One of Goddard's neighbors saw him take a set of golf clubs out of his car around ten thirty that night.
He doesn't play golf.
Cops searched his house for the clubs.
No clubs were found.
He doesn't have an alibi for the revised time of death, but neither do millions of other people.
Is that enough.
But they're not giving up on the investigation, are they? I know that look.
I know that tone.
Let the cops handle it.
If there were anything for them to find, they'd have it by now.
It's up to us, Garret.
Let the cops handle it.
If you would let me do my job, you wouldn't be in this mess.
I'm not in a mess.
But if you don't find somebody else to pester, you will be.
I hold in my hand the final folder.
Come on, open it.
I think you deserve the honor.
And the winner is? Boy.
How many? More than we could do in a lifetime.
Most of these girls didn't disappear, so if we can eliminate-- There are hundreds.
Well, long as you've got a name, you can find anybody on the computer now.
- It'll take forever.
- No, really.
How long? Have you taken over Jordan's function of badgering people until they cave? I'm in the apprentice program.
How am I doin'? Okay, Detective.
You need a manageable number? Is fourteen a manageable number? Do you have current addresses for all of `em? / Yes.
Are they all local.
More or less.
Margaret Houston, thirty-nine.
Gave birth to a baby girl in April of eighty-six.
There's no indication the child was ever enrolled in school, no Social Security number, no death certificate.
My doorbell finger is getting calloused.
On the plus side, this is our last file.
Yeah.
Hey, I just wanted you to know I really appreciate you coming with me.
You probably couldn't tell, but I'm still kind of new at this, Detective Hoyt.
Call me Woody Doctor Maguire.
- Devan.
- Cool.
- Hi, Margaret Houston? - Yes? I'm Detective Woody Hoyt, Boston PD.
Oh my God.
It's my son Malcolm, isn't it? No, ma'am.
This has nothing to do with your son.
We're actually here to ask about your daughter.
Both my kids are boys.
You gave birth to a baby girl in nineteen eighty-six at County General.
No.
No, I didn't.
That must be another Margaret Houston.
Okay, ma'am.
Let's not be ridiculous here.
You can do one of two things.
You can give us a DNA sample right now, or we can go get a court order.
You do what you gotta do.
I'm not giving you nothin'.
And I never had any baby girl.
Okay? The judge wouldn't give me a subpoena.
He said refusal to provide DNA does not constitute probable cause.
Then we've got no way to prove the baby's hers.
I'm sorry.
Sometimes there's just nothing we can do, you know? I'm learning.
I blew my first case.
Funny thing is, I don't really care about that.
What gets me is I can't do anything for her.
Thank you, guys.
I really appreciate what you've done.
Detective Seely.
I'm Garret Macy, Chief M.
E.
- What can I do for you? - The Goddard case.
Trying to get out of the hole you and the D.
A.
dug for yourselves? No.
Just wondering if there's anything new.
Can't you people stay on your own side of the fence.
I assume that means your case has stalled out.
When I get the evidence to convict Harold Goddard, you can read about it in the newspaper.
Or hear about it in the bedroom.
Excuse me.
You say that again, kid, you're gonna need somebody else's teeth to chew with.
I'll stay out of your love life if you'll stay out of my case.
- Whose case? - Mine.
Last I heard.
Well, you won't mind if I sit on your interview with Harold Goddard.
- You're the D.
A.
- Yes, last I heard.
He's a charmer.
Where's your lawyer? What am I, her babysitter? I'd be more comfortable if she were here, Mister Goddard.
Well, your comfort zone doesn't exactly loom on my horizon.
And I'm not shellin' out seven fifty an hour for something I can handle myself.
Where were you from eight to ten the night your wife died? - I already answered that.
- Well, answer it again.
Home alone.
Then why'd your neighbor see you return home at ten thirty and take a set of golf clubs out of your car? How good a witness you think she'll make? Eighty-seven years old and blind as a bat.
You got anything new? Listen you arrogant piece of sh- You've got nothin' on me, little boy, and you never will have.
No new questions, no need to be here.
I'm leaving now.
We're going to get you.
You cooperate, we can talk.
You don't, you're looking at a life sentence.
Spend the money, Mister Goddard.
Talk to your lawyer.
Tell her what I said.
You've been lobbing empty threats at me for a long time, lady.
I'm still walkin' around.
And I certainly don't see anybody in this room that's gonna change that.
What are you doing? Thought I'd give this a try.
I've reconstructed the missing doll parts from clay, and now I'm fitting the broken pieces back where they belong.
Wow.
Is this gonna help? As it happens, this was one of those gimmicky dolls.
You didn't just buy it, you had to sign adoption papers.
Look.
- Serial number? - Yup.
And the company's still in business.
And they've agreed to help us track down the buyer once we've got the number.
I know, it's a long shot, but one has to try.
This is-- Nigel, you're really-- Good, kind, noble? Listen, I'm sorry if I got a little obnoxious.
Yeah, well, I won't tell anyone you're pushy if you don't tell them I'm a pushover.
Deal.
Yeah, I remember.
I bought one of these.
What's this about? What did you do with the doll, Mister Morton? Sent it to my little girl.
You sent it? Yeah, my girlfriend and I split up before the baby was born.
You know, I got a little girl out there somewhere.
- I've never even met her.
- Uh, where'd you get that? It was found in the cellar of an old tenement building.
Oh God.
This is that story that was on the news, isn't it? That baby in the basement, that was my daughter? Seems likely.
The doll was buried with the baby.
Well, what happened? We don't know, Mister Morton.
Why didn't you stay in touch with your child? Her mama shut me out.
I guess I should have made more of a fuss about it, but you know, uh-- And now you're telling me that she was dead all along? Could we get a DNA sample from you? Just to make sure the baby is yours and Margaret's.
Margaret? Margaret Houston.
Don't know any Margaret Houston.
My girlfriend's name was Althea Hurd.
Agh! What, are you scared of a test dummy? Is it possible that you could just once do what I tell you to do? You want to carp or you want to help? Both.
The impact splatter is here.
So the blow must have come from this direction, right? We got a low velocity splatter there.
That's where he was.
- And she must have been about here.
- Okay.
Live your fantasy.
I've dreamed about this day.
She smacked into the wall around here.
She was found there.
And it doesn't compute, because there's no blood until this step.
It's almost halfway down.
She must have been airborne to get this far.
There's no way that one blow could have done that.
So she didn't fall.
She crumpled.
Then he threw her down the stairs to make it look like an accident.
He even reset her watch and smashed it to give himself an alibi.
If that's the way it happened, he would have to lean down here to pick her up.
They might have left prints.
I read the police report.
CSU found prints right here, too smudged to identify.
- They assumed they were hers.
- Maybe they weren't.
Either he got lucky with that planter or he moved the body just to make it look good.
Works for me.
I don't think it'll work for a jury.
Well, you know, there are people smarter than we are who figured out a way to extract DNA from fingerprint residue.
You're now looking at two lawsuits for false arrest.
I don't think so, domehead.
Your lawyer's on her way.
When she gets here, we'll talk.
- You're absolutely sure? - It's a match, Renee.
Goddard was in his wife's house.
Smeared unidentifiable fingerprints containing his DNA mixed with her blood.
CSU should have found this.
Well, everybody makes mistakes.
Well, thank you, Garret.
I appreciate it.
Well, mmm-- I'm free tonight.
So am I.
- What do you have in mind? - Why don't you decide? - You know what I want? - Tell me.
To hash this out.
You know, I'm just uh, I'm- I'm really not good at that.
I need to know you care enough to try.
Okay, Renee, if you didn't work so hard to put me on the defensive, I might be more willing to have these discussions.
Well, maybe that's our best trick, throwing each other off balance.
- I want to find a way to make this work.
- Me, too.
Maybe we need some time to think about it.
If that's what you want.
If that's what I want? Am I talking to myself? Mister Morton is indeed the baby's father.
I knew Althea Hurd was the mother.
Doesn't make sense.
She got her baby back.
She got a baby back.
It wasn't hers.
It had to be.
DNA doesn't lie.
We have to see a woman about a baby.
I figure you will be back.
Come on in.
You should know a couple of things.
We've spoken with Jack Morton, so we're pretty sure that the deceased baby was yours, and we found no indications that the baby was murdered.
I got up one night and she was dead.
Just dead.
Why didn't you call the police? I was a messed up drug addict back then.
I was afraid they'd think I killed her.
So you buried her with the doll.
Then I cried all night.
And in the morning, I reported her missin'.
When the detective brought me the baby they found in the dumpster, it was like God gave me a second chance.
Does she know? No.
She thinks she's my daughter.
She is my daughter.
I'll have to tell her, won't I? What's her name? Gloria.
Gloria Hurd.
Thank you.
You're not gonna take Gloria away? Y- you're not gonna arrest me? She's eighteen, isn't she? Yes, she is.
Well, then she's an adult.
Yes, you broke a few laws, but I'm sure that the statute ran out a long time ago.
Thank you.
Two people who're the same person.
One dead, one alive.
I have no idea what the procedure is.
Is the mother claiming the body? Funny to talk about this as a body.
Um, yeah, she- she wants a proper burial.
I'll look into it.
Hey, I uh, brought you some health food.
Gotta keep your strength up.
Thank you.
Yeah.
I- I heard that you aced your first test.
Yeah, went the extra mile.
Good job.
The old cases are the hardest.
Yeah, this was-- This was-- You know, why don't we leave this for the graveyard shift.
They really love sugar.
Lily and I know this great bar where we can all get stupefied for free.