Bloodwork Page #3

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You done?

Yeah.

Hey, Buddy.

Here's to you. Semper fi,

auld lang syne, keep on trucking.

You look like a skunk.

- What are you doing tomorrow?

- Same as always. Big, fat goose egg.

I could use a driver.

$ 10 an hour and meals.

- What's up? An investigation?

- I just need a driver, not a partner.

Okay. I'm in. Whose car?

If we take yours, I'll buy gas,

or I'll sit in the back in mine...

...because of the air bags.

- Your chest, right?

Yeah.

Let's take mine. That way

I won't feel like a chauffeur.

See you in the a.m.

You look tired, Terry.

You should get some sleep!

You don't deserve it.

First of all, I have no idea

where your heart came from.

All BOPRA tells us is they

have an organ...

...with a match to someone on the list.

In your case, we told you

what we knew.

Female, 32, perfect health,

perfect blood typing, perfect donor.

She was murdered.

- Murdered?

- Yeah.

What are you talking about?

She was shot during a robbery and lived

long enough for me to get her heart.

How do you know? You're not

supposed to know about the donor.

Her sister found me.

She read about how I had a rare

blood type like her sister...

...and that my surgery

was on the day she died.

What does she want? Money?

[CHUCKLES]

I'm glad you can find it funny.

She wants me to find out who did it.

She wants me to solve the murder.

Sh*t. Give me this woman's

name right now.

- You're not thinking of doing this?

- I started yesterday.

And today you're running a fever!

You are 60 days post-transplant!

As your doctor,

I'm ordering you not to do this.

- Respect the gift you were given.

- I do, I do. It was her gift.

She'd be dead either way.

You don't owe her.

It was supposed to be an accident.

99 out of 100 of these are head

injuries that end up fatal.

This one is different.

How is it different?

A heart's a heart!

An accident is fate. Murder is evil.

Please.

I wouldn't have this gift if somebody

hadn't done this hateful, evil thing.

You're not making sense.

She goes into a store

to buy a candy bar for her kid.

I can't explain it.

Terry, sit down.

- You know that little boy in room 218?

- Yeah.

He's waiting for a heart that

isn't coming. That could be you.

This is your one chance, Terry.

You tell that woman no.

You save yourself and tell her no!

I can't.

You're gambling with your life.

You get infection or rejection,

there's nothing we can do.

- I have no choice.

- Neither do I.

I can't be your doctor.

I won't be around for this.

Come on, doc.

I'll have your records ready

in the morning.

Good luck, Terry.

Graciella. Make it quick.

- Hello?

MCCALEB:
Graciella.

This is McCaleb.

GRACIELLA:

What's going on?

Tell me about her.

What do you mean?

Just tell me something about Gloria.

The more I know, the more

I can get a handle on this thing.

Do you have a kitchen on the boat?

A galley, yeah.

Is it big enough to cook a real meal?

Yeah, sort of.

So...

You want to know my sister,

you'll have to meet her son.

He's everything that was good

about her. It's in him.

I'll bring him by later,

and I'll make you dinner.

Good. I'd like that.

Okay. Then you can

give me an update.

Look, just so you know it, these cases

usually turn on some small detail.

Something someone forgot

or didn't think was important.

That's the key.

I'll have to find it.

You have Glory's heart.

She'll guide you.

Yeah. Thanks.

Quick enough?

BUDDY:
You okay?

- Yeah.

BUDDY:
Huh?

- Dandy.

BUDDY:
I'll tell you what. Let me stop

by the In-N-Out on Victory.

I don't think they serve

hamburgers here. What's up?

The sheriff's office listed all

the three-strikes robbery suspects.

They also made a list of every H&K P7

pistol stolen in the last few years.

I charted that list

plus the address...

...and the work location

of every man on the list.

- A cross-reference to check overlap?

- Exactly.

One guy stands out like a whore

in church, and that's Mikail Bolotov.

He's a two-time loser, lives a mile

from where Gloria Torres was shot...

...and works four blocks from where

an H&K was stolen in December.

Why didn't they arrest

this Polo, Bolo...?

- Bolotov.

- Bolotov.

Oh, a Russian son of a b*tch!

They don't know about the pistol.

It seems he has a good alibi.

It's his timecard. He punched

out after the Cordell murder.

- A friend could have done that.

- Yeah, true.

- I still don't know why we're here.

- Well...

This is where he works.

I'm gonna go have a talk with him.

- Cool.

- Where are you going?

You go after him, I pull you off.

Good cop, bad cop?

- No. Stay with the car.

- Come on, man. Starsky and Putz.

What are you expecting in there?

Nothing. This is just for show.

Hold this. Thanks.

Can I help you?

My name is McCaleb.

Following up the sheriff's department

investigation of February 3.

Just a minute, please.

Mr. Toliver? A Mr. McCaleb from

the sheriff's department is here.

- We're awfully busy, Mr. McCaleb.

- I'll get right to the point, then.

A few months ago, some deputies

asked you about an employee.

- Bolotov?

- Yes.

I'm on the case.

I'd like to get a few more points.

I'll tell you what I told them.

Bolotov was working that day.

You can see his timecards.

How many employees

do you have here at one time?

Eighty-five.

Is it possible that one of them might

have punched his timecard for him?

We've been in business 16 years.

It's happened.

Is he here today?

Yes, that's him over there.

Bolotov. That's Russian, right?

They're good workers

and don't complain.

They don't mind being paid sh*t.

- I'd like to talk to him.

- In here?

You want to maintain your cooperation

with the sheriff's office, don't you?

Yeah, all right.

Bolotov, up in the office.

Mr. Bolotov.

Have a chair.

Where were you on the night

of January 22?

I told them before.

I worked that night.

I know, but we know things

now that we didn't know then.

What things?

There was a burglary on Mason Street,

about four blocks from here.

- Is that where you got the gun?

- What gun?

And February 7, I suppose you

got an alibi for that night too.

I don't know that night.

'Course you do!

That's the night you went into Kang's

grocery store and killed two people.

Who are you?

You're not a cop.

Cops goes twos. Who are you?

I'm the Lone Ranger. Now sit down.

No badge. See? No cop.

"Terrell McCaleb. "

Maybe one day, I pay you visit.

Yes?

Not now. I'll get back to him.

Bolotov's alibi isn't solid.

Think about it.

Even if you had a badge,

it'd be the wrong one.

I like him for this.

Bolotov's an ex-con. He could have

done that for any reason.

- You should still put out a pickup.

- Got you a soda, Terr.

- Who the hell are you?

- Buddy, Terry's partner.

- Sort of.

- Great.

Let's get back to Bolotov.

I've already sent a car to his

apartment. He's gone.

- I hit a nerve.

- I'll say.

Remember my lieutenant, who's

now my captain? He's unhappy.

He doesn't want to hear

from you again.

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