♪ ♪
(elevator bell dings)
(phone buzzing)
♪ ♪
(vehicle approaching)
(saxophone playing mellow jazz) (siren wails in distance)
WOMAN (over radio): Proceed to 1818 Myrtle Avenue.
Possible homicide.
(siren continues wailing)
(flashbulb pops)
(flashbulbs popping)
Detective.
Followed a blood trail
to some cans down the street.
Found her other shoe and a wallet.
(siren stops)
Lana Gregory.
1818 Myrtle Street.
She was almost home.
WOMAN (over radio): All units, be advised,
a member of the service is reporting a 10-24.
Female victim of a homicide, in front of 1818 Myrtle.
Units responding, come in to Central.
(sirens wailing, tires screech)
(car doors closing)
(indistinct chatter)
Jo, Mac.
I received an odd photo on my phone tonight.
What?
Describe it.
Yeah.
It's the same one.
I think I know why the photo was sent to us.
The victim is one of our lab techs.
♪ Out here in the fields ♪
♪ I fight for my meals ♪
♪ I get my back into my living ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. ♪
(siren wails, stops)
(siren wailing, indistinct radio transmission)
DANVILLE: She was posed to match the original crime scene.
There's one shoe on the bottom step;
one missing; the way her hair's draped; coat open.
TAYLOR: Killer paid attention to detail.
Could it have something to do with the lab,
or did she have a connection
to the original victim, Lana Gregory?
I don't know. Hopefully,
we'll get some answers once Adam tracks down the phone
that sent this photo.
I got unis canvassing the area for witnesses.
And I found these in a Dumpster down the street.
Just like the original crime scene.
So far everything seems to mirror the 1957 murder.
Female vic in her 20s.
1818 Myrtle's the exact same location.
Same time of night.
It even snowed today.
And the three stab wounds to the abdomen.
So, are we looking at some kind of bizarre copycat killer
55 years later?
I don't think so.
Copycats like to benefit from the notoriety of the original killer.
And in this case, it was the victim,
Lana Gregory, who had all the press back then.
You know how long this place has been vacant?
About nine months.
We're running down
the property manager now.
Jessica Drake. Her crime lab I.D.
TAYLOR: I didn't recognize her until I saw her eyes.
One blue, one brown.
Is there any reason why somebody
would want you two to be the first to know that she was dead?
We had very little contact with her.
She was a grade-one lab tech-- thank you--
worked on the night shift mostly,
did entry-level grunt work, like washing test tubes
and ordering supplies, things like that.
Still, it's a pretty ballsy move
to send that photo to your private phones.
Well, they got what they wanted-- our attention.
There's a big difference
between the original crime and this one.
The first went unsolved;
this time...
we're gonna find the killer.
REPORTER: Detective Taylor, do you have any leads?
REPORTER 2: Detective, do we have a copycat killer on the loose?
(reporters shouting questions)
(camera shutter clicking)
(indistinct radio transmission)
Base of a wineglass?
DANNY: Hey, Doc,
what do we got, buddy?
Junior lab tech Jessica Drake.
Time of death: approximately two hours ago.
Cause of death:
exsanguination.
You all right, babe?
LINDSAY: Yeah.
I met her parents once.
They came by the lab.
I remember the delight in their eyes.
They were so proud of her.
Mm.
DANNY: All right, cuts and lacerations
on her face suggest a struggle,
but there's no blood spatter
or blood drops around the body, huh? No drag marks,
so it looks like it wasn't a body dump, which confirms
that the attack took place right here.
Yeah, and there's no blood with directionality
heading away from the scene, which tells us
that our killer wasn't bleeding.
Looks like there's only two sets
of footprints around the body,
and neither one of them
is a match to Jessica's shoes. These footprints
up here on this landing are just mine and Mac's.
We didn't let anybody else up here. So contrary
to what we see on our victim's body,
there's no evidence of a struggle...
or even that our killer was here?
No. So it must have started snowing
after she was murdered.
Concealed the blood spatter and compromised the evidence.
Mother Nature as an accomplice. Yeah, we don't got diddly.
Maybe...
The snow is powdery.
That's good.
And it was cold all day, right?
In Montana, when you're shoveling
your driveway, the easiest layer to remove
is always the fresh, powdery snow.
Underneath, there's a hard layer of ice,
the slush that froze when the temperature dropped.
So you could sometimes make out your tire tracks.
So you're thinking...? I'm thinking
the evidence is concealed under this snow.
♪ So young so how were you to know, know, know ♪
♪ You're a carrier, a carrier of the light inside of you ♪
♪ Glows green in the pitch-black night, night, night ♪
♪ Can't tell anyone, anyone it's hurting you ♪
♪ So hold it in, cover up, pull up your sheets, your sheets ♪
♪ What to be, down cruising in the ocean, and sin it's due ♪
♪ So I got to sit up, sit up, up, up ♪
♪ For my heart to come down, down, down, down, down ♪
♪ So I got to sit up, up, up, up, up ♪
♪ For my heart to come down, down, down, down ♪
♪ The ghoulish entities ♪
♪ They come floating through the walls ♪
♪ Ghostly enemies ♪
♪ They come floating through your door ♪
♪ And the ghoulish entities ♪
♪ They come floating through the wall ♪
♪ From the past, from the past ♪
♪ And they're somewhere right before you ♪
♪ Like the Ghost of Christmas Past ♪
♪ The ghoulish entities ♪
♪ They come floating through the walls ♪
♪ Ghostly enemies ♪
♪ They come floating through your door ♪
♪ And the ghoulish entities ♪
♪ They come floating through the wall ♪
♪ From the past, from the past ♪
♪ And they're somewhere right before you ♪
♪ Like the Ghost of Christmas Past. ♪
This is our murder weapon.
A broken champagne flute.
Good eye!
It's the same basic shape
and length as the paper spike used to kill Lana Gregory
in 1957.
And speaking of "good eye,"
Jessica has the most stunning case
of heterochromia iridum.
Rare combination of one blue iris, one brown.
And what I find particularly eerie
is the rather unique similarity between
the two victims. Lana Gregory's
autopsy report indicates sectoral heterochromia
in her right eye.
"One section of the iris
with flecks of brown color."
Her eyes were green.
It would sometimes
give the appearance of having two different-colored eyes. See?
Both victims with a rare condition
of differing shades of eye color.
What an oddly impossible coincidence.
Which makes it no longer a coincidence.
Well, our killer must have known.
Maybe the reason Jessica was his chosen victim.
Well, the other detail that's consistent--
like Lana, Jessica was stabbed
three times in the external oblique area of her torso,
causing significant lacerations to the kidney and liver.
She bled out. So, Sid,
if you're gonna duplicate a murder,
right down to the eye color,
why would you change out the murder weapon?
I mean, you can get a paper spike at any stationery store.
Mmm...
it's an adequate equivalent
of the original murder weapon,
yet provides a little mystique
to the profile of the current killer.
He wants to be noticed.
His priority was the body
looking like an exact replica of the previous crime.
He? His? It's definitely a male?
Ah.
Subdermal bruising
suggests that our suspect may be male.
Jessica's wrists were grabbed and held very tightly.
Well, I think a very strong woman could accomplish that.
I don't doubt it.
However...
Are those letters?
Greek letters, to be exact.
Phi Gamma Alpha.
I've concluded that it's a fraternity ring.
The Greek symbols are raised on the width of the band.
Leads me to believe
it's a man.
(phones ringing, indistinct chatter)
Jessica was awesome.
I can't believe anyone would kill her.
She was...
different.
Different how?
Sort of quiet.
Only about the work.
Hard to get her to smile. She was...
...so much fun to be around.
Only person I know who could make washing test tubes
and cleaning the lab not boring.
Did she have a boyfriend? No.
N-Not really.
You're gonna have to elaborate on that one.
Harlan really liked her.
Harlan who?
Harlan Porter.
Does he work in the lab? Yeah.
Ballistics.
I don't think
the attraction was mutual.
She was nice to him, but...
...he gave her that nickname:
Lana.
Yeah, like...
Lana Gregory.
Why?
Harlan knew everything about that case.
Part of his graduate thesis or something.
He met Jessica and started calling her Lana.
Told her the story of the unsolved murder case,
explained that they both had the same eyes.
She kind of liked it.
And he made it sound so romantic.
I just, I can't believe all this happened. (sniffles)
Jessica was my best friend.
When was the last time you saw Harlan?
A week ago.
Yesterday.
I rode up in the elevator with him last night.
I tried calling him to make sure he knew about Jessica.
I didn't reach him.
And nobody else has heard from him.
Can you tell me anything about Harlan Porter?
Yeah. Smart kid, works in Ballistics.
Why are you asking? Is he a suspect?
Supposedly, he has a fascination with the Lana Gregory case.
Come on, Flack, he did not kill Jessica.
FLACK: You sound pretty sure.
Doesn't fit the profile.
Are you giving me a textbook answer? Well, I'm not familiar
with everyone who works on the night shift,
but I have spent time with Harlan,
and he's the most kind, considerate person I know.
No one can reach him.
Doesn't make him guilty.
(laughs): Hey.
Hey.
Cold outside.
I thought you might want some coffee.
That sounds perfect.
I've got bagels, yogurt
and breakfast burritos to go.
Oh, thanks.
I really appreciate you doing this, Christine.
Pulled an all-nighter.
Yeah, well, I'm really sorry to hear
about the murder of that young woman.
You mentioned that she worked in your lab?
She was a tech.
Didn't really know her.
I'm sure she's dashed between DNA and Autopsy
maybe a thousand times at my request.
She was a white lab coat in my peripheral vision,
handing me a note,
or a result, and I probably mumbled "thank you"
and didn't pay much attention.
Feels like a missed opportunity.
Well, a lot of people work in the lab...
and you're a very busy man, Mac.
True, but today...
it just sounds like an excuse.
I'm sorry, I didn't mean... No, no,
it's fine.
I should get back.
Thanks for listening.
Oh, um, that anniversary party
for my parents tomorrow night,
uh, you agreed to endure... (laughs)
don't worry about it.
Whoa, you're dumping me? No. I just
don't want you to feel obligated with all that's going on.
I mean, my whole family would love to see you,
but, well, you know how they can be.
I'm sure I can handle it.
I'll be here.
Okay. I gave you an out.
You've been warned.
You make it sound dangerous.
Thanks.
♪ Mother, Mother, I await ♪
♪ Father, Father, don't you fear? ♪
♪ The ground is what this blood knows ♪
♪ We simply greet it and rest ♪
♪ And all I ask of you now is to lay me down ♪
♪ Lay me down ♪
♪ Lay me down... ♪
♪ Lay me down ♪
♪ With my last breath my soul will slip ♪
♪ The ground is what this blood know ♪
♪ We simply greet it and rest. ♪
(footsteps approaching)
Mac Taylor, I adore you.
I value our friendship more than words can express.
And you don't need to feel any obligation
to... (sighs)
share any mushiness.
Your smile is adequate enough.
I just...
I just needed to get that out.
We just work so hard,
day in and day out, and we never really turn
to those around us and tell them how we feel.
(big sigh): Oh.
(voice breaks): And those kids out there.
So simple, but the most beautiful tribute to Jessica.
You want a tissue?
Yes, please.
And I just had to tell you that.
Thank you for the food.
I'm struggling with what I'm gonna tell Jessica's parents
when they arrive.
Keep thinking if I'd just taken the time
to ask a few more questions, been more observant, I...
Oh, Mac, you can't possibly think
you could have changed the outcome.
No, no, I just wish...
I knew more about her.
I've been looking through Jessica's file.
She passed the Crim exam...
two days ago, and we have two open spots for criminalists.
Based on her work ethic, test scores and recommendation,
she would've been a front-runner.
Share that with her parents.
They'll be proud.
(tosses folder onto desk)
So, I pulled the old Lana Gregory case file
and all the evidence.
The original murder weapon is missing.
What?
The old autopsy report
says the paper spike
was removed from the victim in autopsy
and vouchered as evidence.
It's gone. Not in the box.
I've requested signature sheets from Property
from the last two years.
We need a break in this case.
Unfortunately, Adam was unsuccessful
tracing that phone that sent us that photo.
It was a burner, paid for with cash.
No paper trail.
What are you thinking?
Who do you see in this picture?
You, me, Sheldon, Danny, Lindsay.
How many lab techs?
Three. They were assigned to the scene.
The only people taking crime scene photos
were Danny and Hawkes.
We're all in the picture,
including the techs-- so who took that picture?
You're thinking the killer,
and this photo was a message.
Someone who could get access to our cell phones and send us
that photo, someone who wouldn't look out of place at the crime scene,
who could gain entry to the evidence,
someone who's playing "catch me if you can."
Not only was our victim part of the crime lab,
I'm thinking so was our killer.
Harlan Porter.
This is our investigative team on the Jessica Drake murder.
All the evidence will be processed by the people in this room
and only by the people in this room.
We start over on everything.
Chain of custody of evidence stays within this group.
If something needs to go to DNA,
one of us drops it off, oversees the analysis,
and then retrieves the results.
If the killer had access to trace evidence we collected
from the scene,
it could already be compromised.
So pay attention
and triple-check all your results.
Are the other lab techs still being questioned?
It just seems,
you know, we've decided guilt by job description,
and Harlan seems like our primary suspect.
You think he did it, Adam?
Uh, no.
Do you know who did?
(quietly): No.
We have a responsibility to Jessica Drake.
Someone in this lab thinks they have the advantage.
If it's Harlan, we'll prove it; if it's not...
then we continue to do our job.
There's an unspoken rule of trust
within these walls.
That gets broken...
it's inexcusable.
This is personal for Mac, Adam.
He's not gonna treat anyone with kid gloves.
Well, it's personal for me, too.
More than anybody in this room,
I spend the most time with the lab techs.
I-I started where they did.
They don't want to be treated with kid gloves.
They just want to be treated with respect.
Look, Jessica, um...
she's not just another girl in a white lab coat.
Okay? She was a friend.
♪ I wait alone where you left me ♪
♪ Still feel the weight of your breath where you kissed me ♪
♪ You kissed me ♪
♪ I don't want to feel like the failure that you see ♪
♪ I don't want to lose you to the light ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah ♪
♪ I don't want to lose you to the light. ♪
Hey, Doc. You got a second?
Sure. Trace you lifted off the vic's coat
from the scene... Yeah, looked like
a piece of a stick-- no trees around,
so I figured it might be transfer from our killer.
Okay, you should take a look at it. Okay.
Is that an eye?
As in an eyeball, right?
Yeah, okay, good, I thought I was going crazy.
Looks like a stick with an eyeball.
Bring up the view on the monitor.
(beep)
(beeping)
ROSS: Phasmatodea. Stick insects.
Except this one's dead, and it's not indigenous
to New York City in 20-below temperatures in the winter
and in the snow.
So where'd it come from?
ROSS: Exactly.
DANNY: All right, here I am.
I'm coming to the rescue,
'cause it looks like you have wrinkles
all over your forehead... It's not a wrinkle.
It's a frown.
Well, you're looking a little bit perplexed, okay?
What are you working on here? All right, from all the tread patterns
we found on the landing at the crime scene...
...I determined which ones belong to our vic.
Okay?
These here. They're consistent
with the shoes Jessica was wearing,
and they overlap, which would indicate a struggle.
So now I'm just trying to figure out
which ones belong to our killer. So you're looking for an erratic
movement pattern that would also indicate a struggle.
Yes. All right, well, this isn't how you should do it.
Oh, is this you coming to my rescue? Yeah, 'cause I think
you're disregarding one very important fact about the scene. Oh, what might that be?
The brownstone is vacant, and a real estate agent
could be showing it to potential renters, right?
I hate it when you're right.
Shall I continue? (groans)
Please. All right.
Eliminate all the tread patterns that move
toward the door of the brownstone
and then back out again-- these would suggest
that the apartment was shown that day
and are not connected to our murder, yeah?
Three patterns remain. Okay.
Looks like we got two large-size work boots,
which I would safely say belong to men.
These shoes here are small and appear to be heels,
so they got to belong to a woman-- not to mention,
there's nothing sporadic about the movement
suggesting a struggle. Right, and Jo said
that Sid found a subdermal bruising pattern
that came from a fraternity ring. Yeah, so we can eliminate
the woman altogether. Right.
Leaves us with two
big-footed men.
Which, actually,
is compatible with the calculations
of the probable height
of the person who took our photo. Boom.
(phone ringing) Six foot one. I'm good, right?!
(groans)
Messer.
Yep, I'm on my way.
Flack's got Harlan Porter
and the connection to Phi Gamma Alpha.
That was nice. Good work, babe.
FLACK: Where you been, Harlan?
Nowhere.
We been calling you all morning.
Your friends are getting worried.
Yeah, well, not answering your phone isn't a crime.
FLACK: You work night shift in the crime lab, right? Ballistics.
I'm the robot that updates IBIS
with the bullets you guys recover from scenes.
You got size-11 shoe, and you're about six one, yeah?
So?
And you're also a member
of the Phi Gamma Alpha fraternity.
So? So you know what else
doesn't look good for you, Harlan,
is your signature on a property requisition
for evidence.
Why'd you ask for the Lana Gregory file?
I've never been down there; I didn't sign for anything.
You might want to get that signature
checked out in Questionable Documents.
Let's talk about the bruising
on Jessica Drake's wrists.
Harlan?
I was trying to help her.
Sometimes I don't know
my own strength, but she was goofing around, you know?
Had too much to drink, both of them did.
What, who's "both of them"?
Jessica and Kim-- we went out to celebrate.
We all passed the Crim exam.
Before I know it, they're up on the bar
dancing like idiots.
I pulled Jessica off the bar.
She shouldn't have been acting like that.
That's the kind of crap Kim did.
Anyway, Jessica got kind of ticked off at me.
She said I pulled her too hard and hurt her wrist.
And then what? And then nothing.
What'd you do, you went home?
No. They-they left me at the bar.
I ordered a coffee, and I rode the train.
I just...
I just rode the train.
I felt bad.
Bad enough to kill her? What?
You gave her the nickname "Lana."
And you took her life the same way that woman died years ago. No.
No, no, no. I wouldn't do that.
I didn't... do that.
I felt bad because we got into an argument,
and because she left before I got a chance
to tell her how I felt.
I never got the chance to tell her that I loved her.
I never told her.
So, you didn't bother to mention to Detective Flack
that you were with Jessica and Harlan the night she was killed.
I didn't want to get Harlan in trouble.
Why would that information get Harlan in trouble?
He was supposed to be at work.
Jessica talked Harlan into sneaking out--
just one drink.
Kind of lasted longer than that. So it sounds like
Jessica liked Harlan more than anyone thought.
I kept telling her that she was leading him on
and that it wouldn't end well.
Was she going to end it?
I don't know. But if she did end it,
you were thinking that
he would be upset and might do something?
Look, I'm not trying to give you the wrong impression.
He's a nice guy. I don't think Harlan
would ever do anything to hurt Jessica.
So after you two left him...
where did you go?
We didn't leave him.
I left them. I went home.
Phasmatodea.
An insect that looks like a stick.
It's the trace that Hawkes recovered
from Jessica Drake's clothing.
Now, this particular species that he found
can't survive in New York at this time of year.
Then I realized you said you were looking
for someone who works in the lab, and, well...
EDNA's the answer. Well,
I'm assuming, Adam, you're not suggesting
EDNA is a suspect. I have a theory.
I checked on all the cases that we're investigating,
and not one of them involved the analysis of insects.
However, insects
were part of the most recent EDNA update,
and it occurred on the day of the night
that Jessica Drake was killed.
Three lab techs were assigned that duty.
Jessica was not one of them.
All women.
You just narrowed down our suspect pool.
(reporters shouting questions)
Is the integrity of the lab compromised?
Let me make something perfectly clear.
The integrity of the NYPD Crime Lab
is not compromised.
Lab techs have returned to their jobs,
cases are being handled,
evidence analyzed as before.
Detective Taylor, is it true the district attorney
is concerned that verdicts could be overturned
once we learn the killer's identity?
I've assured the D.A. and the mayor
that we will be completely transparent.
Any evidence previously analyzed or handled
by our suspect... will be reported.
No further comment.
(reporters shouting questions
(elevator bell dings)
Can I help you?
I was hoping I could help you.
I'm Detective Paul Burton.
Lead investigator on the Lana Gregory murder case.
(saxophone playing mellow jazz)
(flashbulb pops)
(indistinct radio transmission)
(mellow jazz fades)
I was 22 years old when I was assigned to that case.
Retired ten years ago without an answer.
It's not something I'm proud of.
We're trying to find a connection between the two crimes.
I don't imagine you're having much luck.
No.
You said you're here to help me?
A simple question, really.
Do you happen to know
what shade of lipstick your victim was wearing?
You know, I had to do fingerprint searches by hand
when I began as an investigator.
DNA...
that stood for Do Not Analyze.
Well, despite all this spectacular technology, Paul,
I'm still looking for my killer.
You know, I do get some satisfaction
in knowing that sometimes the old-fashioned way still works.
We recovered our victim's handbag at the scene.
We didn't find any tube of lipstick.
My guess is the killer applied it.
I removed the murder weapon, Detective.
It's a paper spike.
She's so young.
You know, I read in the paper this morning
a reporter's account of the crime.
It described the victim's vivid red lipstick.
Lana wore a particular shade
of red lipstick that night.
All the crime scene photographs were in black and white,
and it wasn't a detail that was shared in any crime report.
In fact, it was a bet within the secretaries' pool.
Well, I've already washed debris
from the body and taken photographs,
but we can certainly
make an attempt at recovering traces
of the lipstick that may remain. TAYLOR: So if the lipstick color
is a match to what Lana Gregory wore,
our killer knew someone
who knew that information.
Stormy Red.
That's the shade you're looking for.
ROSS: Why doesn't Flack
bring our three suspects in for questioning?
'Cause Mac wanted to prove the case with evidence,
not hope for a confession.
Okay, so we only have one woman's shoe prints at the scene.
HAWKES: And the movement of her tread pattern
doesn't indicate a struggle.
There's no other reason for anyone to be
up on that landing except to either view the apartment
or to be involved in the murder.
Okay, the female shoe prints do not go
to the door-- so I say it's our killer.
DANVILLE: Jessica's murder was definitely
a premeditated crime,
the killer had a particular desire
to have the crime scene look like Lana Gregory's murder,
so maybe she did a dry run.
Which could explain why the female shoe prints
weren't sporadic-- our killer showed up there
earlier to case the scene of the crime.
And that's why she was just walking back and forth.
Because she has knowledge
of forensic investigation, she more than likely
went back and eliminated the shoe prints
from the time of the murder, and was certainly helped
by that fresh falling snow.
But she forgot that she was already there earlier that day.
Well, we can't use it in court. ROSS: But we could build a profile, you know-- a woman,
size seven shoe, six one. We're off
to a really bad start there, buddy.
Not one of our suspects fits that profile.
None are that tall.
High heels. High heels.
Stormy Red.
That's a lipstick color-- but you know that.
Very popular in the late '50s.
It's the color that Lana Gregory wore the night she was murdered.
Not many people knew that.
It's the color that you applied to Jessica's lips
right after you killed her. Jessica was my best friend.
I didn't kill her.
Yes, you did, Kim! You were jealous.
I was not interested in Harlan!
You're right-- it's not about Harlan. You knew
there were only two positions for a grade-two tech.
You knew the competition was tough,
and you thought, "If I could just eliminate the problem."
TAYLOR: The Lana Gregory murder was a perfect cover.
The brownstone was vacant,
you heard Harlan telling the stories,
and your grandmother,
who worked in the secretary pool,
told you what color lipstick she was wearing.
It was your grandmother who inspired you
to go into law enforcement.
You wrote a sentimental story about it
on your job application. I doubt she'd be too proud
of what you've done now.
I'm not guilty of anything.
You transferred trace from EDNA to Jessica's clothing.
♪ ♪ MAN: Don't be shy, girls.
Harlan did it!
I left them alone.
We found this in your apartment, Kim.
It's the original murder weapon-- it was missing
from evidence.
You scribbled
Harlan's signature in property.
You tried to frame him!
You knew you had to be
in the top three for that criminalist position,
and you wanted it badly.
I was smarter than Jessica!
I had been here longer.
I had done more work. I could see
what was going to happen.
Even you were captivated by her!
I'm Jessica Drake. I usually work the night shift.
I'm just subbing for a friend.
(laughs)
Everyone would just...
fall in love with those eyes.
And suddenly, it was as if no one else existed.
She knew what she was doing!
But-but I had changed my mind, I... I wasn't gonna do it.
I left that at home, forgot about the plan.
And then... and then it was there.
Like a message.
(laughs, mumbles)
♪ ♪
Oh, my God! Oh!
I'm so sor... geez, I'm so sorry.
♪ My ride is hot, I never want to stop ♪
♪ 'Cause when I drop my top, all the boys go pop... ♪
I told Jessica that the old Lana Gregory place was empty...
that we should go check out the crime scene.
It's weird.
Harlan's right.
You kind of look like her.
(grunts) What are you doing?
(grunts)
(gasps)
It was so easy after that.
Easy?
Taking Jessica's life may have been easy for you,
but living with it...
that's gonna be hell, I promise you.
(indistinct chatter)
(typewriter keys clacking, mellow jazz playing)
(indistinct chatter)
You're really gonna try to solve it?
The cold case guys
have exhausted every clue.
Then whoever did this will never see me coming.
You really wearing that?
What?
I thought you said you were seeing Christine.
I said I was seeing an old friend
and her family-- what's wrong with my suit?
It's a suit.
Oh, Mac,
you just got to jazz it up a little.
Like, get rid of this whole coat-and-tie thing.
You need to wear something that says...
Well, I don't know what it should say, but that isn't it.
Don't you have a murder to solve?
I'm just trying to help you with your love life.
Well, good night, Jo.
DANVILLE: At least lose the tie.
(mellow jazz playing) (kids laughing)
I don't know how to thank you for putting up with all this.
Oh, it wasn't bad.
Your family's great.
It's nice to see them again.
Come on, it was a nightmare.
Okay, it was a challenge.
Your Uncle Max has
excellent interrogation skills.
He kept me occupied for 40 minutes.
Sorry. I have to confess something, you know--
it was all part of my own selfish plan.
I mean, I thought
if I brought you, then I wouldn't have to hear
about the perfect guy that they have in mind for me
and how terrible it is that I'm alone
and that they'd be so interested in talking to you,
they'd forget about the perils of my life for one evening.
Did it work?
No.
(laughs)
Well...
you're in a room full of a lot of people who love you.
That's all that matters.
Yeah, I know.
CHRISTINE: But they're killing me.
Well, look at 'em.
They're watching every move we make.
Do you want to get out of here?
I know a place that serves a mean peach cobbler.
Aren't you hosting this party?
Does it look like I'm hosting this party?
(laughs): Okay.
But...
why don't we give them something to talk about?
♪ ♪
I'm... sorry.
That was me.
I-I didn't mean to do that.
I mean,
I didn't mind doing that. Um...
I'll just, uh, I'll get our coats.
Okay.
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