Episode 6, Season 2
Title: One Twelve

Written by: Damon Lindelof
Directed by: Allan Arkush
Original Air Date: 11 November 2002


Description:

When Boston is rattled by a devastating explosion leaving an office high-rise in ruins, Jordan and the rest of the morgue staff lead the recovery effort.  They stumble across a lone survivor trapped inside the concrete pile, whom she must keep alive long enough for search and rescue teams to reach him. Amid the chaos, Garret takes charge of the grim task of identifying the casualties while Nigel and Bug lend their forensic abilities to the FBI and Det. Woody Hoyt as they hunt for the madman behind this act of terrorism. 

FORENSICS

Guest Stars:

Joseph Hodge (Mohammed Faraj), Chris Flanders (Fireman), Steve Ryan (), Scott Waara (), Ron Canada (), Micheal Harney (), Matthew Glave (), Elyse Wolfe (Reporter), Patrick Tuttle (FBI Agent), Wade Williams (), Dennis Christopher (), Sean Foley (Cop), Fredric Lehne (John Roberts)

Random Facts:

Originally title Upon the Wasted Building

Goofs:

Music:

Buckets of Rain, Vic Chesnutt
Sacred Stones, Sheila Chandra

Quotes:

Nigel: Oh senior death investigator. Nice promotion hey?
Jordan: You want it it’s all yours.
Nigel: Thanks but I rather stick to my role as lucky science geek.

FEMA Guy: You might not like the way I do my job, most people don’t. See I lack people skills.
Jordan: Guess you and I have something in common.

FBI Agent: Raise your right hand Hoyt. Do swear not to screw up or shot anyone so help you God?
Woody: I do.
FBI Agent: Good. Consider yourself deputize. Happy? Good. (to other FBI agent)

Garret: Welcome to the mass fatality morgue. God help us all.

Nigel: I believe we were in this area earlier for retrieval but for some reason we didn’t stay long. Why was that?
Bug: Oh we got kicked out by um… jack-hooted agents for being civilians.
Nigel: Oh that’s it.

(Phone ringing in Jordan’s apartment in the middle of the night)
Jordan: Look, if you’re trying to sell me something, get bent. And if you ever call here again I’m gonna……(gets cut off from the news on the other end)

Fire Chief: You got a cigarette?
Garret: Firemen shouldn’t smoke.
Fire Chief: Blow it out your ass.

Fire Chief: Your people, they as good as you?
Garret: Better

Nigel: So, senior death investigator, eh? Nice promotion.
Jordan: You want it, it’s all yours.
Nigel: Thanks, but I’d rather stick to my role as plucky science geek.

Woody (to Nigel, Bug, & Jordan): You guys are goin’ in?
Jordan: Well, somebody’s got to.
Woody: Be safe, all right?
Jordan: You too.

FBI Agent: Raise your right hand Hoyt.
(Woody raises his hand)
FBI Agent: Do you swear not to screw up or shoot anyone, so help you God?
Woody: I do.

Jordan (to Nigel, Bug, and rest of recovery team): Only a couple of rules in here folks. First rule, don’t touch anything; second rule, don’t touch anything. Got it? Good.

Upset loved one (shouting at Lily): Who is runnin’ things around here? I wanna speak to the man in charge. You get me the man in charge!!
Garret: Sir, you’re speaking to the woman in charge.

Garret (to Lily): Now what happens when it hits ya, that’s the one thing I can’t tell ya. But I’ll be there when you need me.

Jordan: But I told him we could get him out.
FEMA Guy: Well then maybe you outta be the one to tell him that we can’t.

Woody: I don’t get it, guys does something like this then goes home, pours himself a bowl of cereal and waits?
(Woody looks around the room at all the FBI agents)
Woody: Sorry.

(Holding the remains of a hand in a bag)
Nigel: I can’t resist. Gentleman, talk to the hand.

Trapped Man: When you were a little kid did you tell your parents that when you grew up you wanted to cut up dead people.
Jordan: I uh, wanted to be a ballerina. But cutting up dead people was a close second.

Trapped Man: You should go home. Bet your husband’s getting jealous.
Jordan: Uh, closest thing I have to a husband is a plant. And it died last week.
Trapped Man: Sorry to hear that.
Jordan: Well, that’s gonna happen when you don’t water it, right.

Bug; Are you wearing perfume?
Nigel (laughing): No, I was with a lady friend when I got the call.
Bug: It’s nice.

(Garret standing with his eyes closed)
Elaine: I thought only horses slept standing up.
Garret: I wasn’t sleeping.
Elaine: Course you weren’t.

Bug: We’ve done the best we can. I mean considering it’s only been a day, I think we’ve done a great job.
Garret: Yes, you’ve done an excellent job, and I’ll be sure to give you all a gold star and a cookie when this is over…

(Garret and Elaine are yelling back and forth)
Elaine: You are a pompous, paranoid, conceded…
Garret: Well, you’re a bitch.
Elaine: Great, didn’t that feel good.

Garret (to Elaine): You’re in charge. Don’t screw up.

 

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