Episode 6, Season 6
Title: Night of the Living Dead

Written by: Jason Ning
Directed by: Allan Arkush
Original Air Date: February 25, 2007

Description:    (full synopsis)

 

The gang investigates the shootings of three people, one of which is a high profile defense attorney, Shelly Levine (Ron Silver), who has a history with Macy.  Levine is mistakenly declared dead and taken to the morgue.  Unable to speak or move he can only watch as the gang works the case and start to autopsy him alive. 

Guest Stars:

Ron Silver (Shelly Levine), Denise Gentile (--), Marcus Giamatti (Mr. Hagen), Lee Garlington (Dixie), Susan Gibney (Renee Wolcott), Tom Bresnahan (AJ Crawford)

Random Facts:

- This episode was originally titled: Dead Ringer

- The title: Night of the Living Dead is also a 1968 black-and-white independent horror film directed by George A. Romero.  The plot revolves around the mysterious reanimation of the dead and the efforts of Ben, Barbra and five others to survive the night while trapped in a rural Pennsylvania farmhouse.

- We finally see Renee's name spelled with two 'e's.  Spelling: RENEE

Goofs:

- When we have a flashback to '9 years' when Garret was talking with Renee the flashback shows Garret at Chief ME.  However he didn't become Chief ME until Yukara left 5 and a half years ago.

Music:

Quotes:

Shelly: Since you’re testifying as a forensic expert and the forensic evidence in this case is worthless, I really can’t think of any more questions for you.

Garret: I’m busy.
Jordan: No you’re not.
Garret: I don’t want to discuss it.

Woody: Dr Macy.  Be careful what you wish for  (show‘s Garret the body)…Shelly Levine.
Garret: He’s dead?
Shelly: Why does everyone keep saying that?  I’m not dead!

Shelly: Oh please, anybody, oh for God sakes...I’m in here, I’m alive.
Nigel: Move, move, move!  I want to see for my myself.  Move, move, move, I want to see.
Shelly: Shell, don’t panic...I got to figure this out.
Nigel: Wow it’s true!
Shelly: (sees Nigel and Bug)  I need a doctor, not you two fools.
Woody: Steak through the heart, make sure the job is finished.
Nigel: Yeah!  He was quite the vampire, wasn’t he?
Bug: Nah, they only suck blood at night.  But we should check his reflection.

Shelly: Oh my God, why is this happening?
Jordan: Karma!  The number one killer of lawyers.

Shelly: Thanks for the help there today Garret.  Nothing I like better than to twist the knife in your back.
Renee: Guess you get to take the knife to him this time.  I hear Ivers is taking away all your toys.
Garret: Hmm, every autopsy, every test, every hour spent, every paper clip has to be justified.
Renee: Well what do you expect?  You let your staff run around doing whatever they want.  You spend a fortune...
Garret: ....and you get the results you need to do your job!
Renee: One screw up here, defense attorneys are going to be challenging every conviction you’ve ever gotten since you’ve been in charge.  I don’t have to tell you how that would go down.
Garret: Are you the one who set Ivers on me?
Renee: I had nothing to do with that.  You have nobody to blame but yourself.
Garret: It’s funny...those are the exact words he used.
Renee: Don’t be paranoid.

Shelly: Oh great, somebody (sees Nigel)...Wonderful!  Frickin’ Frank! Hey you there...you with the teeth.  I am alive!

Bug: Are you insane?
Nigel: Why?  Because I think Britney Spears is going to be a huge star?
Bug: No, because you tell people you like her.
Nigel: Well she’s got that certain ‘je ne se qua’
Bug: Yeah, it’s called a mini skirt!
Nigel: I can’t look at him anymore.  Even dead he looks smug.
Bug: Let’s put him in the drawer.

Lily: Jordan said to tell you she started pulling slugs out of the bodies.
Garret: And...
Lily: Should she send them to BPD?
Garret: Has Ivers taken away our ballistics test equipment?
Lily: Yes!
Garret: Then the question answers itself doesn’t it?

Lily: Garret said the slugs should go to the BPD.  Any idea why he’s in such a bad mood?
Jordan:  Eh Garret?  Good mood, bad mood...it all looks the same.

Nigel: Wait!  That point of light right there across the street from that restaurant.
Woody: Muzzle flash from that window
Nigel: Things just got a whole lot harder.
Jordan: Yeah, you know how many enemies AJ Crawford made in his short evil life?

Jordan: These are the bullet fragments from AJ Crawford.  We micro-scan each one, build a computer simulated probability matrix to fill in the gaps, and we will have a magical slug.
Garret: You sound like Nigel.
Jordan: No, no!  He would have said ‘Voila!’

Garret: Where’s Shelly?
Jordan: Crypt!  In a drawer.  We kind of got tired of looking at him. Look, you know I want justice for everyone who comes in here, but this time I can’t help the feeling that this is justice.

Nigel: Got the shooter’s DNA.  Crime lab said they’d get right on it. ‘Course I’d rather do it myself.
Jordan: Well I’ve got something else for you to do.
Nigel: (Looks at a bag Jordan gives him)  We’re constructing a shattered slug?  Brilliant! (To Woody) See I’m going to micro-scan each frag...
Woody: Don’t need to know!
Nigel: (starts to exit) I’ll be in the lab.

Bug: Why did he hate us so much?  I mean it wasn’t just business with us.
Woody: Yeah, he revelled in it.
Shelly: Detective, I got hold of your tax returns.  It seems you failed to declare $2500 you won on a football pool.  I had to notify the IRS. (Woody takes out a needle).  What are you doing with that?  (Woody jabs Shelly’s foot)  Ouch!
Garret: Woody!  What the hell are you doing?
Woody: Just making sure that the son of a bitch is really dead.

Lily: Garret.
Garret: What?
Lily: AJ Crawford’s mother is on her way in.  I thought you might want to join us.
Garret: Why don’t you give her one of your pamphlets ‘you’re first born was scum, get over it!’

Woody: Let me just get this straight, AJ was not the target?
Jordan: No, Shelly was.
Shelly: Who would want to kill me? 

Woody: You inherit half his business?
Judith: (looking at Garret)  Looking for a motive?  Look in the mirror.
Woody: (writes in his logbook) Ok, law partner not interested in helping identify killer.

Woody: Wow the Shelly Levine museum of me!
Dixie: Yes, Shelly liked to keep trophies for all the cases everyone said we couldn’t win.  Shouldn’t you accuse yourself or something Dr. Macy?  Shelly hated you.
Garret: Shelly hated everyone who went up against him.
Dixie: No, no, that was competition.  You, he really hated.

Garret: Which one is the threat file?
Dixie: All of them.

Bug: Easier to make a list of people who didn’t want him dead.

Nigel: We have Miss Walcott on here?
Woody: Why not?  Her motive is as good as anyone else’s.
Nigel: Yeah, well that temper of hers, she’s certainly capable. Remember that one time Walcott shot that guy?  (noticing Bug and Woody’s reaction)  What?  She’s behind me isn’t she?  (Turns round to see Renee standing in the doorway)  Hi.
Renee: This killer is sloppy!  Not a trait I admire.
Nigel: Well I wasn’t meaning to imply...
Renee: There’s no good end to that sentence.

Renee: Ever hear of Sabira Odolum?
Woody: He pitched for the Dodgers?
Renee: It’s a plant.  Grows in South East Asia.

Jordan: Looks like someone is going to have to cut into Shelly after all.  (To Garret) Good luck with that!

Nigel: Sweet Mary, Mother of God.
Garret: He’s alive!

Garret: Hey good work.
Nigel: Yeah, but this is very bad for us isn’t it?

Garret: Dixie! (sees her trying to smother Shelly)
Dixie: Hey, just coming to make sure he was comfortable.  He’s been a little restless.  Maybe we should go outside.
Garret: Good idea.

Dixie: I did us all a favor.
Woody: Is that a confession?
Dixie: No, it’s a proclamation.  (To Garret)  Tell me you weren’t thrilled.  You were handing out medals to anyone who shot that son of a bitch. (To Woody)  Enjoying your yearly audits Detective?

Renee: (sees a broken lamp on the table)  Tantrum?  Looks like you an Shelly both dodged bullets today.
Garret: That should have never happened.  I shouldn’t have been so disgusted that I can hardly bring myself to look at him.  Didn’t want to look and see myself.
Shelly: (to Renee)  I’m going to make it my personal mission to screw you (to Garret) and you.

Renee: This thing with Ivers, I don’t want you to lose your job. You’re not the reason this investigation started.  Newspapers talk ‘Oh big problem in the Boston Morgue; ME charged with murder; co-workers conspiring to her escape justice!’
Garret: You know that’s not what happened.  It’s the papers now.
Renee: Yes, but once the rat’s nest is stirred up there has to be a scapegoat.  Everybody would like it to be Jordan, but it’s hard to fire someone right after you’ve falsely accused her of murder.
Garret: You got a point?
Renee: They can’t fire her...but you can.
Garret: No!
Renee: Then fire Bug . . .fire someone.  Give the Attorney General an out.  Let them say they investigated and there’s been a change.
Garret: No!
Renee: Then the scapegoat is going to be you.  Shelly survives and you go down, where’s the justice in that?

Garret: In the 1800s, coffins came equipped with a bell attached to a string incase someone was buried alive. (gives Shelly a bell)  You came very close to needing one of these.
Garret: Shelly, I’m sorry.
Shelly: Aww you don’t have to apologize Garret.  This bell is all the admission I need.  Once I’m through suing you, the morgue, the EMT’s, the cops, the restaurant...you’ll be the one who needs this.
Garret: You know most people who have a near death experience, they learn from it.
Shelly: I have.  I’ve learned to expand my client base.  Dixie has just hired me.  Now who’s going to convict her when her victim is now her lawyer?  Would you do my one last favor?  Don’t let your attorney settle.  I want to get you on the stand one last time.

Renee: (they are all standing over Shelly’s body)  Are you absolutely sure he’s dead this time?

 

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