Bloodwork

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[SIRENS WAILING]

McCaleb.

Whatever happens,

it'll be his face on the front page.

[HELICOPTER WHIRRING]

What do you have?

I've had hemorrhoids for a while. You?

Victims five and six.

Code Killer strikes again.

You're not a vegetarian, right?

How do you like your steak?

Big, red, juicy?

WALLER:
Neighbor complained about

the noise. He got run over at the door.

Neighbor said he saw this

from the door.

ARRANGO:
Bachelor number one

hasn't been dating lately.

Apparently, he's a bed wetter.

MCCALEB:

You're sick, you know that, Arrango?

WALLER:
Neighbor didn't see a thing.

ARRANGO:
This might be important too.

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.

ARRANGO:

One of them could be a midget.

In any case, it's a hell of a gangbang.

MCCALEB:
Once you joke about it,

you shouldn't be doing it.

MAN 1:
Get the stretcher.

MAN 2:
All right.

Another love note.

Maybe the two of you ought to get

a room someplace.

MALE REPORTER:
McCaleb.

FEMALE REPORTER 1: Another message?

- Why is he singling you out?

MCCALEB:
I can't comment.

I can't comment.

FEMALE REPORTER 1:

Are there numbers this time?

He loves it.

What does the message say?

FEMALE REPORTER 2:

Why does he focus on you?

Do we have numbers this time?

FEMALE REPORTER 3:

Were there numbers?

- Why does he single you out?

FEMALE REPORTER 1: What does he want?

Chuck.

You got a motive?

[HEAVY BREATHING]

[GASPING]

[KEYBOARD CLICKING]

MAN:

Clear.

WOMAN:

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.

- Blood pressure and pulse?

- Right on target.

You're not working too hard

on the boat?

No, just enough to keep it afloat.

That's all.

I'll be back in a bit.

I'll check this blood work

and get the tissue to the lab.

Okay.

Don't start running laps yet,

but I'm very pleased.

No rejection.

All your blood levels are good.

- I might lower your prednisone next week.

- Thank God.

I'm tired of shaving

three times a day.

FOX:

Lean forward.

- May I 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?

It'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 50-50, maybe less.

What's bothering you, Terry?

MCCALEB:

I don't know.

When I 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

a circle around a heart.

It 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.

WOMAN:
Hey, Terry.

MCCALEB:
How you doing?

BUDDY:

Morning, Terry.

Morning?

It's 2 in the afternoon, Buddy.

As long as my dad sends those checks,

it's whatever time I say it is.

- Whatever.

- Heads up, by the way.

Somebody's on your boat.

Been here 10 minutes. Looked harmless.

I didn't say anything.

Looks better than harmless!

[HARMONICA PLAYS]

MCCALEB:

May I help you, miss?

I'm looking for Terry McCaleb.

You're looking at him.

Graciella Rivers.

I 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.

I 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.

If you read it, you know what happened

and that I'm retired, Miss Rivers.

Graciella.

Graciella.

I think you could help me.

How's that?

- Maybe even help yourself.

- I don't need money.

I'm not talking about money.

MCCALEB:

Sister?

- And her son.

- Which one?

- Excuse me?

- Which one's dead?

My sister.

Gloria Torres. Glory.

And her son's name is Raymond.

- I don't think I can help you.

- Just look at it again, please.

Just one more time,

and I'll leave you alone.

Just tell me if you perceive

or feel anything.

Miss Rivers, I'm a retired FBI man,

not a psychic.

- Do you want this back or not?

- I 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.

It 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.

Yeah, I'm sorry about it

being so late...

...but I wanted to tell you I'm going

to the police to see what's going on.

Don't thank me.

Don't get your hopes up.

I'm just gonna have a look.

I owe your sister that much.

May I help you?

- Detective Arrango and Waller around?

- Your name?

McCaleb.

I'm here about the Gloria Torres case.

It's McCaleb.

Down the hall, up the stairs,

first door on your right.

Thanks.

Well, Mr. McCaleb.

Detective Arrango.

I thought you were dead

or retired.

I hear you want to talk

about Gloria Torres.

Can we talk privately?

About what?

- I'm looking into her death.

- Here we go, same old sh*t.

I'll give you five minutes, that's it,

before I toss your ass right out.

- My partner will be here in a minute.

- Want a doughnut?

I want to know who you're working for.

Her sister, right?

That's right.

I knew it. Son of a b*tch.

Let me see your ticket.

I don't have a license,

if that's what you mean.

Is it stuffy in here?

Is 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?

I just wanted to have a talk.

Knock off the tape too.

- He's blocking the microphone anyway.

- Why didn't you say?

In the three years we've

interrogated here, maybe I forgot.

Come on, fellas. I'm just

here to help. Have a doughnut.

How do you know Graciella Rivers?

She's an acquaintance.

I told her I'd look into it. That's all.

If you guys aren't gonna have one,

I'm gonna have one.

Look.

I don't care what her sister told you,

Mr. Former FBI 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

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