(man) Previously on Crossing Jordan.
We have all night.
More than that, I hope.
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
What happened? I don't remember.
One shot could be accidental, but two...
This is Jordan we're talking about!
(Bug) There was gunshot residue on her hand,
her arm, her fingerprints were on the gun.
I think that you would do anything for her.
We done here?
Yeah.
I mean, are we done?
All four cases, solid evidence of murder.
All of the accused were acquitted.
So?
Same judge presided over all four cases.
Judge Clarence Gordon.
(Jordan) Some son of a bitch drugged
that drink, murdered JD, and framed me.
Cheers. Cheers.
[grunting]
Who was it? Some guy.
Judge Gordon, Clarence Gordon, ring a bell?
No.
(Garret) He's the bartender.
(Woody) The one Jordan thinks drugged her?
(Garett) Yeah, that's the guy.
Plenty of prints though.
Run them against Jordan's.
Not your case, Detective.
Whose prints?
Jordan's.
[police siren]
[engine revving]
(Nigel) Jordan can't really have gone round the bend, can she?
Lu's got all she needs.
Jordan's prints on this guy's throat
one day after she's holding a gun over Pollack's dead body.
We all know Jordan didn't kill anybody,
but we need to prove it quick before she gets herself
in more trouble.
Yeah, 'cause two murders and violating the terms
of her bail isn't bad enough.
And I want every piece of trace off this body,
and I want it yesterday.
And what if it's just more Jordan all over him?
Then that's what it is. You're a detective.
Detect where Jordan is.
All right, someone paid this guy to drug Jordan.
If he told her who, she's tracking him.
Or she's in D.C. going after the judge
that she thinks is behind all this.
Or--
She could be dead.
I'll get a warrant to track her cell phone.
Yeah, but then you find her, and Lu finds her.
The Lieutenant has authorized me to put you
on administrative leave.
For what?
Stealing evidence.
You reported him?
Woody, I need you to hand over your gun and your badge.
I'll see what the Lieutenant has to say.
What do you think you're doing?
Court orders are being signed as we speak.
You will have nothing to do with this body.
BPD will transport the body to the morgue.
Officers are gonna stand guard until an independent pathologist
completes the autopsy.
It's over.
You're all done protecting her.
Go.
We need to find her, now.
[jackhammer drilling]
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[threatening music]
Judge Gordon!
[gunshot]
(woman) Aah!
[gunshots]
[woman having hysterics]
[crowd murmuring]
[breathing]
[gunshot]
[jackhammer drilling]
[suspenseful rock music]
♪ ♪
I just spoke to the Lieutenant.
Administrative leave, formal hearing,
results go to IAD?
He took my badge!
I thought we were done.
I know, and I'm sorry.
You can hate me, I get it.
But we're talking about Jordan's life here!
I am doing my job like you should have!
She knows she was drugged!
She confessed, forensics backed that up,
and then she comes up with this story?
That's the way it always plays, Woody!
Lu--
You wanna talk about this case?
Fine. Tell me where she is.
I don't know where she is.
[scoffing]
Then we are done.
This is a bad idea, Nigel.
Bad ideas are all we have left.
You should be in the lab, tracking Jordan's cell phone.
I need to keep testing her blood to find that drug so--
That could take a month.
We want Lu to drop the charges,
we need to find evidence Jordan was drugged now.
Aren't we in enough trouble?
We find trace of a drug on our bartender
that matches something in Jordan's blood,
it'll prove her story.
Like I told you, they're rookies.
Probably first time in the morgue.
How many days has this body been in the swamp?
This area's restricted.
Yeah, we just need to process that body.
Yeah, next of kin are down there screaming.
You can't be in here.
[zipper zips]
Oh.
[liquid dripping]
Maggot infestation is worse than I thought.
There's, um, menthol and masks down the hall.
What do you think you're doing?
Detective Simmons told you to secure the body
until I arrived.
Which one's mine?
Sorry, ma'am, we were just...
[gags]
[door opening]
[door closing]
Look, Doctor--
Have you touched it?
Ah, Doctor, we, um--
Have you touched my body?
No.
Good.
Doctor, didn't catch the name.
I didn't throw it.
And so we don't get off on the wrong foot,
I'm gonna assume you really needed to process this,
uh, 90-year-old farmer with Alzheimer's,
found in a swamp with a fishing pole
and a history of heart disease.
Yeah, you see, well, 'cause the nephew stands
to inherit the entire family fortune,
so the brother--
The truth is that we should've waited for you.
But we believe that this body contains evidence
that could help clear the...
[sighing]
Look, could you at least do a color test?
Maybe look for cadmium or hexavalent chromium?
No.
Is there a problem?
No.
No problem.
(Garret) Good, then leave Dr. Switzer alone.
She has a job to do.
Thank you, I appreciate the support, Dr. Macy.
You don't have my support.
You're here over my objections.
Then I appreciate the candor.
And the privacy.
(Garret) Let's go.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
Hey, Lily.
Couldn't stay home.
I'm so worried about Jordan.
Look, about last night--
Well, it if isn't our very own runaway bride.
Shut up, Nige.
It's okay.
Hey.
Listen, what you did last night was very brave.
Are you okay?
Besides the fact that Jeffrey's mom
keeps leaving nasty messages on my cell...
Man, I picked a bad day to break up with Lu.
Hey, Lily.
Nice wedding.
I checked Jordan's haunts... nada.
Nothing on her credit cards either.
Any luck with the drug?
597 and still counting.
[beeping]
What?
Well, I've been trying to track Jordan's cell phone,
but her carrier upgraded to an anomaly-based IDS
with a screened subnet firewall.
So this intrusion prevention system--
Nigel, Nigel.
Well, it worked!
I'm in.
Finally.
(Lily) What if Jordan hasn't made any calls?
SIM card sends a signal either way.
[rapid electronic beeping]
[beep]
(Nigel) She's in Anacostia.
Southeast side of Washington, DC.
Oh, she's alive.
And she went after the judge.
Hey, Nigel found her in Washington, DC.
Wait, wait, wait.
She's a fugitive, and you're a cop.
Do you wanna be an ex-cop?
I'm working on that.
I'm serious, Woody! So am I.
If we found her, so will Lu,
once she gets a warrant for the cell phone.
She'll find nothing.
[electronic beeping]
Our fugitive's SIM card is no longer operational.
I'm still not gonna leave her out there
to go after this judge.
Or she ends up getting shot by some cop
who thinks she's a killer.
You're not goin'.
Who's gonna stop me?
[nostalgic music]
♪ ♪
(Jordan) I sabotaged this.
I'm sorry.
It's not the first time I've had my heart broken.
Probably won't be the last.
See you around, kiddo.
[soft pipe music]
♪ ♪
[tense ominous music]
♪ ♪
[gunshot]
[gasping]
[gunshot]
[glass shattering]
[tense music]
♪ ♪
[gasping]
[struggling]
(Garret) Jordan!
It's me!
[Jordan grunting]
[gasping]
Jordan!
Jordan, put the gun down!
It's me!
[whispering] Put it down.
[heavy breathing]
They gonna find out this killed the bartender?
I needed protection.
Your prints were on his throat.
And he admitted to drugging me.
He was paid to spike the drink.
And then someone shot him, shot at me.
Paid by whom?
He didn't have a name.
So you decided it was the judge.
You came to DC to make him pay?
I need to know what's going on.
To save myself, to find out what the hell happened to JD!
You are coming home with me now, and you're turning yourself in.
I'll help you find the truth the right way.
Not breaking into crime scenes to find evidence.
I didn't break in, I had JD's key.
Which you stole from the morgue!
Why do you have to do everything the hard way?
No one else--not Woody, not me-- no one else can help you.
Well, Lu thinks I'm guilty!
Even you walked in here not knowing!
Clearly, I have some character issues,
if even people I know are so willing
to see me as a killer!
Jordan, you know...
Look, the police didn't trash this place.
I'm guessing it was the person who murdered JD.
They came here for him, they tracked him back to Boston.
Well, did you find anything?
No.
Pollack must've had evidence against the judge
for taking bribes.
That's why the place was tossed.
Okay, if you came up empty, how are we gonna prove it?
We go after the judge.
Okay.
There's his office.
And I'm sorry.
For what?
[grunting]
Okay, heart attack, go with it.
[groaning]
Hey, there's a guy out there who just had a heart attack.
Do you know CPR?
Yeah, yeah. Great!
Uh, you go, I'll call 911.
Okay.
(clerk) Sir, sir, are you okay?
(Garret) No, I-I'm having a heart attack...
[Metallica's Whiplash]
♪ ♪
This autopsy room is off limits.
Uh, Dr. Macy said he left some files.
So...
♪ ♪
♪ Late at night, all systems go ♪
♪ You have come to see the show ♪
(Woody) Metallica?
I know, I would've pegged her for Celine Dion.
Isn't this pencam fabulous?
2.4 gigabytes, wireless synch, audio capture...
Nigel.
(Kate) ...entering the right plural cavity
through the sixth intercostal space.
Hey, nice job dropping that pen.
What if we get caught?
(Bug) We clear Jordan, I don't care.
[cell phone ringing.
She's doing bullet probes before she does the autopsy?
She must think she's good.
Trajectory is front to back, right to left,
and downward at a 15 degree angle.
She is good.
Okay, thanks.
CSU processed the alley, no matches in CODIS or AFIS,
and no evidence leading to any suspect other than Jordan.
(Nigel) That's because the shooter wasn't in the alley.
Thanks to Cruella De Vil, we can place him
exactly across the street.
So whatever we find right here, we compare to the trace
that CSU pulled from Jordan's hotel room.
If something's unique to both places,
it means that someone was in both places.
The killer.
Let's go.
(Lu) Nice music. Uh-oh.
(Lu) Dr. Switzer!
Do you want something?
I'm in the zone.
(Lu) I would like autopsy results.
Today.
Everyone wants everything today.
Yes, but my, um, suspect has been spotted in DC,
and the DA wants to know if we're talking multiple homicide.
They've got her.
No, they've just spotted her.
They don't have her yet.
Get Macy on the phone.
Go ahead, call security.
You tell them about me, I will tell them about you.
About the bribes.
I will call the cops right now with everything I know.
You don't know anythi--
I know!
The cases you threw in Boston.
You had JD Pollack killed just to cover up the fact
that you can be bought!
The reporter's dead?
Of course, he's dead, you had him killed, and Lance Cooke!
You tried to kill me too!
No. Don't lie to me!
I'm not lying.
Please, what do you want? I didn't kill him.
Okay, if you didn't have him killed, then who did?
I can pay you.
How much do you want?
Two men are dead, and you're offering me money.
Tell me who killed JD Pollack!
I'll pay you anything you want, please!
Just don't let this get out!
You son of a bitch, tell me who killed him!
[door banging]
You can't go in! Jordan.
Garret, no. You're coming now.
You're done.
(Garret) Let's go!
Garret, I had him, I was this close.
You were this close to being in custody.
The place is crawling with cops.
Lily called, they were coming for you.
The judge knows what's going on, I know he does.
And you were about to get a confession, weren't you?
Garret, I need to get back. Shh.
No, I need to find-- You're coming with me.
(man) My God!
[crowd murmuring]
[women screaming]
(woman) Aah!
[glass shattering]
Oh!
[crowd murmuring]
Come on.
What are you doing here?
Getting a snack?
Or tampering with some more evidence?
How could I?
You had Switzer send everything from the bartender's murder
to the CSU crime lab.
What are you doing here, Woody?
I'm staying with my friends.
Uh-huh.
Because we're worried about Jordan.
That's what friends do when they're worried.
Dr. Switzer's autopsy report on Lance Cooke.
Nothing suggests anybody but your friend.
And the police might've missed her today at the courthouse,
but they're gonna find her.
Tell her that.
[cell phone ringing]
You find something?
(Nigel) I finished downloading the judge's laptop.
And in his deleted cache, there are emails confirming
deposits to an account in the Caymans.
The four case files Pollack stole from the morgue--
big payouts on day one of each trial,
another payout on the day of the acquittal.
Yeah, half dozen more cases as well.
That just tells us what we know. The judge was corrupt.
Only there's a last deposit eight days ago.
That's the day Judge Gordon started his current trial.
Ten times the amount, three quarters of $1 million.
What's the case? That's the weird thing.
Car accident that got elevated to vehicular manslaughter
because the driver left the scene.
Guy'd probably do less than two years.
What's the big deal?
Pollack must've answered that question.
Hey, Woody, can you access the DC police files?
Um, not exactly, uh, I've been placed on leave.
Um, I could always try and hack in.
No, I can get us in the DC morgue.
Police files may be off-limits, but maybe we can access
the car accident victim's autopsy.
Okay, we got the accident report, personal effects,
and tissue samples.
James, just put it right here.
The chief must've really owed you.
Hell of a pathologist, lousy poker player.
Went all in on a pair of nines.
I have the info on the car accident victim.
Uh... his name is Dwayne McKenzie.
From a coal town in West Virginia.
No survived by in the obit.
Lost his mom when he was a baby.
Lost his dad two years ago to black lung.
Everything here looks thorough, just an accident.
Couldn't be.
[mysterious music]
♪ ♪
So why did someone want Dwayne McKenzie
run off this road?
Pollack was killed to stop the article about the judge.
The bartender was killed so he wouldn't tell Jordan
who the killer was.
Dwayne McKenzie must've known something.
He must've seen something.
He's a West Virginia coal miner.
How could he be connected to these people?
(Woody) We figure that out, we find his killer, Pollack's killer.
And then we get Jordan out of this mess.
How long before Lu finds her in DC, huh?
She's out for blood.
Yours.
Jordan's.
We gotta get out ahead of her.
All right, lotta dollar signs up here.
Our killer had money to pay off the judge.
Yeah, but why Dwayne McKenzie?
There's no criminal record, no family, no enemies.
Coal is energy, energy is money, lots of money.
TerraCoal.
Dwayne worked for TerraCoal.
TerraCoal, as in "TerraCoal Mine Disaster."
I'm thinking we're on our way to a motive.
Multibillion dollar company paying off a judge.
It'd be pocket change.
What would Dwayne have known
that would've made TerraCoal want him dead?
It has to have something to do with that mine disaster.
Something dangerous.
Something TerraCoal wanted covered up.
(Woody) Take a look at the footage that Nigel found.
(male reporter) The close-knit mining town of Corbett
is reeling today from this horrific tragedy.
19 men lost their lives in what can only be described...
I remember this.
Right after the Sago mine disaster, but worse.
19 miners died when the walls caved in.
Dwayne had the day off,
came back to help rescue his friends.
Tunnel was completely cut off.
Um, by the time we, uh, got to 'em--
I just wish I could've--
Uh, on behalf of TerraCoal,
I-I'd like to thank all the brave men and women
who risked their lives to save their fallen colleagues.
Our hearts go out to all the families.
Dwayne died 29 days later, in DC,
where TerraCoal's head office just happens to be located.
[dramatic music]
[coffee brewing]
What do you do here, anyway?
Excuse me?
Are you Dr. Macy's secretary?
No, I'm the grief counselor.
Thought she was on her honeymoon.
Well, she's not.
May I?
(Lily) I just started it, but...
Where is Dr. Macy, by the way?
I have no idea.
And if you're not his secretary, what were you doing
getting his files for him yesterday?
He asked me to.
Well, you left this.
[ominous music]
♪ ♪
Everything okay?
No, no, no!
It's deleting files, what did you do?
It's all the evidence from the alley,
I just started to process it!
Guys, what's going on?
Make it stop!
(Nigel) I can't!
Looks like you have a virus.
(Garret) What's going on, Nigel?
[computer clicking]
Um, we'll call you back.
Next time you're stealing confidential information
on a case you've been barred from,
and leaking it to your fugitive friend
and AWOL boss, use a firewall.
Doctor--
Or next time, don't do it,
since you've just violated a court order,
not to mention breaking several laws.
You hacked into my computer, you--you videotaped me
without my knowledge or consent!
We're gonna get fired, we're gonna go to jail.
Come here.
Just do what you have to, she's not coming in.
Trust me.
Just get the trace off the bartender's body.
(Bug) She cleaned him.
The trace is gone, it all went to the crime lab.
Then what's this?
Trace evidence from the bartender.
(Garret) There's gotta be something here that proves
Dwayne McKenzie was murdered.
Nigel's still not answering.
What the hell happened?
They'll handle it.
This is weird.
The lungs were heavy, over 700 grams each.
Well, typical for a coal miner in his 60s,
not for one Dwayne's age.
Something was wrong with that mine.
You got anything?
I've Googled everyone in his address book.
No link to DC,
no link to TerraCoal's corporate office.
And his cell is broken, of course.
Call log might've given us a lead.
But...
But what?
Well, you date an investigative reporter,
you pick up a few things.
Let's see, uh...
Okay, everything I need to set up an online account.
View his calls...
Take a look at this lung tissue.
Um.
Polyurethane foam.
Wha--foam?
They used it to seal off mine tunnels.
It's not safe, but it's a hell of a lot cheaper than concrete.
The government outlawed it when they realized
it'd collapse in an explosion.
After the explosion, particles would be in the air.
Dwayne could've inhaled it when he went in
to rescue his friends.
That's why his lungs were bad.
(Jordan) Okay, that's why he was in DC.
Uh, TerraCoal corporate offices.
He was going to confront them, and they paid someone
to run him off the road.
Before he had a chance to prove TerraCoal's negligence.
No, not negligence.
TerraCoal knew.
That cave-in was murder.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
And Dwayne was the smoking gun.
(Switzer) ...stay away from this case.
I don't think I'll do well in prison.
Well, for starters, they hacked into my computer,
and they stole Lance Cooke's autopsy report.
You're just getting fired, I'm the one going to prison.
Can you reprocess the trace from the alley?
Before we're drawn and quartered?
I doubt it.
(Garret) There's no mention of foam blocks
in any of these reports.
And the cave-in was ruled an accident
by the Safety Commission.
Now, the deputy director of the Safety Commission
is a former CEO of TerraCoal.
It's a conspiracy.
Pollack stumbled onto it
while he was investigating the judge.
His story would've exposed it all, destroyed TerraCoal.
Well, we don't have any proof Dwayne's accident was murder.
[sighing]
Says here there were witness statements.
Maybe the chief can get them for us.
You want proof, I want the guy that Dwayne met with.
[computer keys clicking]
Garret, look at this.
DC area code.
Dialed the number four times.
Last one was the day he was killed.
(man on answering machine) You've reached the office of Ted Hawthorne at TerraCoal.
[phone ringing]
It's the guy from the video.
The director of operations, that means
he ran the mine.
He authorized the foam.
He killed those men,
and TerraCoal helped him cover it up.
It's Switzer's trace from Lance.
I thought Lu picked it all up with the autopsy results.
Switzer double-swabbed.
(Nigel) Wow, she is meticulous.
Let us just hope that whatever drug
he gave to Jordan was still on him somewhere.
Compare these swabs with her blood.
Something matches,
then it's proof that she was drugged.
[electronic grinding]
[beep]
[beeping]
How much time you think we got?
[tense music]
♪ ♪
[electronic beeping]
[beep]
[clacking]
[whirring]
[beep]
[clicking]
[beep]
[chime]
It's a match.
[laughter]
Yes!
You did it!
Yeah, I did.
What was she drugged with?
No, this just proves that whatever was on Lance
was also in her blood.
I need to analyze the swab to figure out
exactly what the drug is.
But it's something, right?
Oh! You, with me.
You, figure it out.
[Woody whispering] Okay.
(Lu) Oh.
Hey, Lu, we were just--
I don't want to hear it.
You're under arrest.
Both of you.
Obstruction of justice, tampering with evidence!
Since when is the truth tampering?
Truth?
An independent M.E. performed the autopsy.
I am not about to listen to evidence
that you have gathered illegally that will only taint this case!
Jordan would never hurt anyone.
But she did!
You saw the surveillance tape.
She and Pollack were fighting.
The fight continued in the hotel room.
I'm not talking to you when you're like this.
She picked up his gun, and she fired it.
[gunshot] [glass shattering]
(Lu) First one was a warning.
You crazy?
Or she missed.
I should've stayed away.
(Lu) The second one, she shot him.
[gunshot]
Dead.
She shot him in the back?
People do crazy things when they're in love.
(Woody) You're wrong, Jordan was drugged.
We know that now.
She was probably unconscious.
(Lu) Even if she was drugged,
you don't know what it did to her.
For all we know, it could've made her violent.
No, it goes to the conspiracy.
(Nigel) Someone wanted Pollack dead.
He was on a story about a judge
being paid to cover up a murder.
The murder of a man who was going to expose the fact
that a major coal company caused the death
of 19 of their men.
You're kidding, right?
You sure Pollack hadn't figured out who killed JFK?
Pollack's DC apartment was trashed.
His exposé would've destroyed the company.
They had to find out what he knew,
and stop that article.
Period.
(JD) You don't intimidate me.
(Woody) The shooter confronted Pollack in the hotel room.
Pollack wouldn't drop the article,
so the guy shot him.
Only she fired the gun.
Gunshot residue.
Un-uh. He set her up.
He put the gun in Jordan's hand
and pulled the trigger.
"Reporter killed" might've set off alarms
if someone would look into what he was working on.
But a guy killed in a lovers' quarrel.
(Bug) Only it didn't happen that way.
The drug in Jordan's system was a derivative
of flunitrazepam.
It's like a roofie.
It starts taking effect
less than an hour after ingestion.
We know she took the drink around 11:30,
and they were back in the room by quarter after 12:00.
But that still gives her time to shoot Pollack.
Before knocking you unconscious,
this drug has one unpleasant side effect.
Invariably, you throw up.
(Nigel) Yeah, but if Jordan
had tossed her cookies anywhere near that bed,
we would've found trace, and we didn't.
I'm betting that's because
she wasn't there.
Can't hold your liquor like you used to, eh, Cavanaugh?
Oh.
There.
Okay, I'll get you some water, all right?
Mm-hmm. Yeah?
Yeah. You good?
Mm-hmm. Okay.
[Jordan moans]
(Pollack) Thought you'd turn up.
(man) You don't know what you're getting yourself into.
Stop the story now.
(Pollack) You don't intimidate me.
Your kind never do your own dirty work.
I'm writing the story, okay?
(man) I'll telling you... don't run it.
(Pollack) Now, piss off before I call the cops.
[gunshot]
How'd she end up on the bed?
CSU put the shooter's spot in the bedroom.
No blood trail in here, so they only did a grid search.
Okay, bitumen, vitrinite...
crystalline silica.
It must've come off the killer's shoes
when he bent down to pick up Jordan.
(Woody) What is that?
Coal.
As in TerraCoal.
You gonna throw us all in jail...
or let us nail these bastards?
Vitrinite and crystalline silica.
In the exact spot Lance's killer stood.
(Bug) Laced with sodium chloride, methylphenol,
and urea, sweat.
Which means we could get DNA?
It still doesn't give us a suspect
unless we have someone to match it to.
(Nigel) Well, we do.
Not to state the bleeding obvious,
but coal mining is extremely hazardous,
which is why every major coal company
has a DNA database of every employee.
Anyone who goes into that mine--
To identify bodies in a disaster.
This.
This is our killer.
(Garret) I think I might have persuaded the DA
to get us a search warrant for Hawthorne.
Jordan?
Jordan!
[gunshots]
[car alarm beeps]
Ted Hawthorne?
Can I help you?
You cut a few corners to save a little money,
and it cost 19 men their lives.
Not to mention the three men you had killed
to keep it all quiet.
I just want to hear you say it.
I need security in the parking--
Look, you don't understand the pressure.
The accident was on my head.
My bosses helped cover it up,
but once Dwayne threatened to come forward
they asked me to do whatever was necessary.
I have a wife and kids.
I couldn't go to jail.
What do you want?
I want to kill you.
[siren]
Put your hands where I can see 'em!
What the hell are you doing?
(Garret) Gotta do it your own way.
The guys found coal residue, which lead to DNA evidence.
Put Hawthorne at both crimes scenes.
Hawthorne killed them himself.
Cleaning up his own mess.
Come here.
Garret, it's okay.
Just go with it.
Dr. Cavanaugh, you're gonna have to come with us.
[silently] It's okay.
(Johnson) ...again I will take your gun and badge.
You'll be the one IAD investigates.
Is that clear? Yes, sir.
Now get out of my office.
You wanted to see me, s--
Hey. Hey, what happened in there?
I was supposed to meet with IAD.
You're off the hook for everything.
Why?
I recanted.
I told them that I found the evidence.
That I misplaced it.
You did that for me?
I did it because I was wrong about Jordan.
All charges have been dropped.
[Sarah McLachlan's Dirty Little Secret]
♪ ♪
♪ If I had the chance, love ♪
♪ I would not hesitate ♪
♪ To tell you all the things I never said before ♪
♪ Don't tell me it's too late ♪
♪ 'Cause I've relied on my illusions ♪
♪ To keep me warm at night ♪
♪ And I denied in my capacity to love...*
You look pretty good
for girl who just got out of the slammer.
[chuckles]
Thank you for sticking your neck out.
♪ Drown my sorrow down ♪
♪ Nothing seems to help me since you went away ♪
♪ I'm so tired of this town ♪
♪ Well, every tongue is wagging...*
Dr. Switzer, what are you doing here?
Your case is closed.
Actually, I've been asked to stay.
♪ Telling secrets that should never be revealed ♪
♪ There's nothing to be gained from this ♪
♪ But disaster ♪
♪ Here's a good one ♪
♪ Did you hear about my friend? ♪
♪ He's embarrassed to be seen now ♪
♪ 'Cause we ♪
♪ All know ♪
♪ His sins ♪
♪ ♪
♪ If I had the chance, love ♪
♪ You know I would not hesitate ♪
♪ I denied in my capacity to love ♪
♪ I am willing to give up this fight ♪
♪ Oh, I am willing to give up this fight * ♪