Blood Work
McCaleb.
Whatever happens,
it'll be his face on the front page.
What do you have?
l've had hemorrhoids for a while. You?
Victims five and six.
You're not a vegetarian, right?
How do you like your steak?
Big, red, juicy?
Neighbor complained about
the noise. He got run over at the door.
Neighbor said he saw this
from the door.
Bachelor number one
hasn't been dating lately.
Apparently, he's a bed wetter.
You're sick, you know that, Arrango?
Neighbor didn't see a thing.
The maid quit about six years ago.
She didn't like the neighborhood.
We're calling him Chuck Taylor.
Oh, how's that?
Well, the prints. Look.
Converse. High-tops.
Chuck Taylor.
You get it, right?
You don't know who Chuck Taylor is?
Basketball coach. Stanford Cardinals.
We got the remains
of two or three people.
One of them could be a midget.
ln any case, it's a hell of a gangbang.
Once you joke about it,
you shouldn't be doing it.
Get the stretcher.
All right.
Another love note.
Maybe the two of you ought to get
a room someplace.
McCaleb.
Another message?
- Why is he singling you out?
l can't comment.
l can't comment.
He loves it.
What does the message say?
Why does he focus on you?
- Do we have numbers this time?
were there numbers?
- Why does he single you out?
what does he want?
Chuck.
You got a motive?
Clear.
Almost there.
Good. Coming out.
Good, Terry. You did good.
Are you taking your pills?
Yeah.
Yeah, all 34 of them.
- No fever at all?
- No.
All clear of that.
- No diarrhea?
- No, nothing.
Good.
- Right on target.
You're not working too hard
on the boat?
No, just enough to keep it afloat.
That's all.
l'll be back in a bit.
and get the tissue to the lab.
Okay.
but l'm very pleased.
No rejection.
All your blood levels are good.
- l might lower your prednisone next week.
- Thank God.
l'm tired of shaving
three times a day.
Lean forward.
- May l ask you something?
- No, don't talk.
Sit up.
Okay, come around.
All right. What did you want to ask me?
The kid in 218...
...what's his blood type?
lt's different from yours,
if that's what you wanted to know.
- How long has he been waiting?
- About half as long as you did.
What are his chances?
Maybe fifty-fifty, maybe less.
What's bothering you, Terry?
l don't know.
When l was at the Bureau, we had
to qualify once a year on the range.
You know, shoot at targets,
stuff like that.
We had a thing where you shoot
lt was called the "10 ring."
That was the highest score.
Typical.
You wait for a heart for two years...
...almost don't make it, then wonder
if we should've given you that heart.
Know what that is?
B.S.?
Exactly. Go home and enjoy your boat.
See you next week.
Hey, Terry.
How you doing?
Morning, Terry.
Morning?
lt's 2 in the afternoon, Buddy.
As long as my dad sends those checks,
it's whatever time l say it is.
- Whatever.
- Heads up, by the way.
Somebody's on your boat.
Been here 10 minutes. Looked harmless.
l didn't say anything.
Looks better than harmless!
May l help you, miss?
l'm looking for Terry McCaleb.
You're looking at him.
Graciella Rivers.
l have read about you in the paper,
in the "where are they now?" column.
You know, in the Metro section.
You're not the first person
to try to find me.
l can recommend a good
investigator who won't rip you off.
The article said you're the best
and you hate when someone gets away.
lf you read it, you know what happened
and that l'm retired, Miss Rivers.
Graciella.
How's that?
- Maybe even help yourself.
- l don't need money.
Sister?
- And her son.
- Which one?
- Excuse me?
- Which one's dead?
My sister.
Gloria Torres. Glory.
And her son's name is Raymond.
- l don't think l can help you.
- Just look at it again, please.
Just one more time,
and l'll leave you alone.
Just tell me if you perceive
or feel anything.
Miss Rivers, l'm a retired FBl man,
not a psychic.
- Do you want this back or not?
- l have a double.
You know, two for the price of one.
- You'll want to keep that one.
- Why is that?
Your heart, Mr. McCaleb.
lt was my sister's.
- How do you know that?
- Newspaper.
You two have the same blood type,
AB with CMV negative.
You were operated on the day she died.
My number's on the back
if you change your mind.
Miss Rivers, this is Terry McCaleb.
being so late...
...but l wanted to tell you l'm going
to the police to see what's going on.
Don't thank me.
Don't get your hopes up.
l'm just gonna have a look.
l owe your sister that much.
May l help you?
- Detective Arrango and Waller around?
- Your name?
McCaleb.
l'm here about the Gloria Torres case.
lt's McCaleb.
Down the hall, up the stairs,
first door on your right.
Thanks.
Well, Mr. McCaleb.
Detective Arrango.
l thought you were dead
or retired.
l hear you want to talk
about Gloria Torres.
Can we talk privately?
About what?
- l'm looking into her death.
- Here we go, same old sh*t.
l'll give you five minutes, that's it,
before l toss your ass right out.
- My partner will be here in a minute.
- Want a doughnut?
l want to know who you're working for.
Her sister, right?
That's right.
l knew it. Son of a b*tch.
Let me see your ticket.
l don't have a license,
if that's what you mean.
ls it stuffy in here?
ls it hot?
No.
Just get a little air.
Let me give us some air
and make it more comfortable.
Okay, let me get this straight. You're
conducting a homicide investigation...
...into the Gloria Torres case?
That's true.
You don't have a license to practice
as a private investigator in California?
That's right.
Do you know it's a crime to practice
as an investigator without a license?
Will you knock off the crap?
l just wanted to have a talk.
Knock off the tape too.
- He's blocking the microphone anyway.
- Why didn't you say?
interrogated here, maybe l forgot.
Come on, fellas. l'm just
here to help. Have a doughnut.
How do you know Graciella Rivers?
She's an acquaintance.
l told her l'd look into it. That's all.
lf you guys aren't gonna have one,
l'm gonna have one.
Look.
l don't care what her sister told you,
Mr. Former FBl Profiler.
This ain't the type of case you like.
This ain't a glamorous case
that will get headlines.
This isn't Charles Manson
or Ted f***ing Bundy.
This is an ordinary
convenience-store robbery.
Some idiot with a gun...
...with the right ratio
of balls to brains pulled the trigger.
l told her l'd check it out.
You've been on this a while,
and a fresh pair of eyes won't hurt.
l won't grandstand anybody.
l'll give any information to you first.
l'm not trying to one-up anyone.
What do you want?
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