Kate:
Since you’re sure… uh… yeah. Binky does need some – er
– quality time.
Garret:
Jordan is… surprising us all.
Woody:
Don’t. Don’t tell me how to do my job, Jordan. This is
just a case. Like
any other. You do your job and let me do mine.
Garret:
(looking back at the corpse): Looks like it’s just you
and me again. This isn’t exactly textbook, but then
again…. when was the last time anyone around here
bothered with a textbook?
Lois: Wait a minute… are you saying he jumped and took a bullet to
the heart?
Garret: That’s what the evidence is saying.
Lois: What’re the odds?
Garret:
Around here?
Lois: So our shooter is a sniper with the luck o’ the Irish?
Nigel:
Actually with this trajectory, I think your shooter’s a
Chihuahua.
Lois: Gee, thanks. I’ll keep that in mind when I make an arrest.
Nigel:
I dunno… not sure his little paws’ll stay in the
cuffs.
Garret: Okay. Let’s play this out. I’m Antonelli.
Lois: And I’m the shooter.
Garret: The trajectory would be wrong. On the bullet. Nigel said-
Lois: No offense, Doc, but I think that was another of his wild
speculations. Come on, what about height, weight, all
those factors?
Garret: Nigel may have some unusual ideas, but he’s usually right about this
stuff.
Lois:
So what now? You’re Antonelli and I’m a Chihuahua with
an anger management issue?
Seely:
And we appreciate your cooperation, Mr. Conrad. Could
you tell us where you were last night?
D-Con:
I was at my daughter’s dance recital.
Woody:
Well, aren’t you Father of the Year? Does she know
Daddy kills cops?
Woody:
She never had a chance. We couldn’t even get her to the
hospital on time. You and your crew made sure of that.
Turning over cars. Starting fires. Blocking the streets.
You’re not protesters, you’re common street thugs.
You’re nothing but a fucking parasite.
D-Con:
What the hell you talkin’ about? Blocking the streets.
You crazy?
Woody:
Did you think about how long it would take for her to
die with a bullet in the gut like that? Did you even
care? She was just doing her job. Trying to keep the
streets safe from scumbags and predators like you until
you blew her away. She was doing her job and you left
her there to die in some filthy alley, you
bottom-feeding son-of-a-bitch…
Seely:
This isn’t the riots, and Lorna isn’t her.
Nigel:
I’m almost done here, Jordan. You want me to close?
Jordan:
No…thanks, Nigel. I’ll do it.
Nigel:
The likeness…it’s startling.
Jordan:
…Yeah…
Nigel:
How’s Woody taking it?
Jordan:
I wouldn’t know.
Nigel:
This must be hard for him.
Jordan:
As opposed to the real picnic it’s been for me?
Nigel:
Lu…she died in your arms, didn’t she?
Jordan:
I felt like we were just getting to a place where we
could be friends, you know? It seems like there was all
this…tension with her and me and Woody. They had some
bizarre idea that I was upset about the two of them
being together.
(Nigel gives her a look.)
Jordan:
Hey, it was none of my business. He was free as a bird.
There was nothing between Woody and me.
Nigel:
Come on now, love. You don’t really believe that,
do you?
Lois: Hi. Is your mother home? … Could you tell her I need to talk to her?
Little Girl:
Mommmm-eeeeeee! There’s a old lady and a guy with a
shiny head here!
Woody:
You think I’m not being professional? What…you think
I’m not over her?
Jordan:
…I don’t know.
Woody:
I was never in love with her. I never would have
started seeing her, but you were the one who
couldn’t commit. You were the one who couldn’t
be honest. Not me.
Jordan:
What was I supposed to do? Come back from Littleton and
tell the world, “What a weekend. We got snowed in,
solved a murder, and, oh yeah…I slept with Woody”?
Nigel:
Don’t do this. Not again. You two have been
through too much for this not to work.
Kate:
So? Did he kill himself or was he murdered.
Nigel:
(under his breath): Murder, murder. …What? I’ve
got a fiver in the pool.
Nigel:
So… it wasn’t a Chihuahua….
Garret: Nope. A Poodle.
Kate:
And you all say I’m insensitive.
Woody:
I thought you and I were over. I thought you’d made
your choice. God, what a mess. I think I blamed myself
on some level when she got killed. Then you got sick,
and I could see it all happening again, and I just…shut
down.
Woody: It’s getting late. I guess you’re going to want to head back to your
place.
Jordan:
I think I’d like to stay here tonight. If that’s okay.
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