Bloodwork Page #5

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Right here, yeah.

Any of this stuff your husband's

favorite knickknacks?

No, sorry.

Could you jot down your

husband's routines for me...?

- His sunglasses.

- What?

They hung from the mirror on a cord.

They're missing.

What kind of glasses?

They were Wayfarers.

He had them for years.

- Wayfarers?

- What do you think it means?

I said, what do you think it means?

Probably nothing.

Thanks, Mrs. Cordell.

I'll call you if anything comes up.

Easy, Mac. What's the matter?

- You okay?

- Yeah, I'm okay.

I saw the killer, Buddy.

At the bank, at the ATM,

where Cordell was killed.

Wait a minute, that's crazy.

That's the last place he would be.

No, it fits the profile.

Profile? What profile?

Take me to the L.A. County

Sheriff's Office.

No, wait! I don't get it.

Why would the killer go back?

Okay. Never mind, I'll just drive.

- Now you're starting to get it.

- This goes any longer, I want a raise.

How about workmen's comp?

Detective Winston's in the field.

Can I take a message?

- Tell her McCaleb was by.

- Hey.

She wanted to see you, Mr. McCaleb.

How about that?

It's McCaleb, Jaye.

WINSTON:
I'm en route. You should get

yourself down here ASAP.

What was that first part?

I said, we've got Bolotov.

- Stay there, Buddy.

- This sucks!

Trash collectors found him.

We think he's been here since early a.m.

- What are they doing here?

- This alley is the line.

The line?

South side's L.A.P.D.,

north is sheriff's department.

We're not sure who

has jurisdiction yet.

Congratulations, old man!

You shook him out of his tree.

Dumb bastard killed himself.

H&K 9mm.

Same as both murders.

I bet ballistics confirms it.

- What are you talking about?

- He's saying this case is closed.

Bolotov, he doesn't fit the profile.

- Of what?

- A serial killer.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

This guy stalks his victims

and kills them on camera...

...then he takes trophy items.

- What are you talking about?

I was at the ATM crime scene.

The killer was behind me.

He had Cordell's glasses on,

and he had Gloria Torres' earring.

Did they look like these?

This? And this?

I don't care what you call him.

We got him.

- I don't know, his hair was long.

- Maybe it was a wig?

Maybe.

- You wanna sit down?

- I'm fine, goddamn it.

- Why don't you lay down?

- Arrango, shut up!

There's something in his mouth.

- It's a bullet.

- No way it came from a 9mm.

- Looks like a.38 to me.

- Why'd he put a.38 slug in his mouth?

Same reason he died

on the jurisdiction line.

Somebody's trying to jerk us all off.

Personally, I like being jerked off.

This case is closed in my book.

You're just worried, aren't you?

- Worried?

- Yeah.

About what?

That I might bust this case.

You don't care who gets hurt or killed.

- As long as I don't bust the case.

- What the f*** is it to you anyway?

Gloria Torres, that victim

you didn't give a sh*t about?

I've got her heart. That's what.

That's right.

I'm alive because she's dead.

That puts me in this bigtime.

You're an a**hole, and you can't help

it, but I'm on this case for a while.

I'll be along until we get him.

I don't care whether it's you, him

or whoever. I'm in this.

Stay out of my city!

Go get yourself a dick transplant!

Conflict of interest.

- Ever think about that?

MCCALEB:
Pain in the ass.

- How much do I owe you?

- I don't know, 200 or so.

That sounds right.

- Take a check?

- Yeah, sure.

You look like sh*t.

You should take a nap.

Yeah, thanks. I will.

- Who do I make it out to? Buddy?

- Jasper. Jasper Noone. N-O-O-N-E.

I know the Noone part. But Jasper?

I look more like a Buddy

than a Jasper, huh?

Yeah.

Take a nap.

GRACIELLA:
Ray, stay here. Be careful

of the edges. I'll be right out.

MCCALEB:
Hi.

- Hey.

So is it true?

What?

I heard it on the news. They said

that they found a Russian man...

...who may be the killer.

I don't know.

I don't think so, but I don't know.

They said they had evidence that

could link this guy to both murders.

That may just be two cops

trying to grab headlines.

I don't know. Sorry.

You're starting to sound like L.A.P.D.

I need some answers.

Because no one knows...

No one has a clue what that boy goes

through every night without his mother.

I'm sorry.

I did what you asked.

I made a list of all

of Glory's routines.

That's good.

She used to go to that market

almost every night.

She'd take Raymond

to McDonald's a lot. Too much.

The one on Ventura and Reseda.

And she would go bowling,

but not lately.

She used to visit an aunt

every Thursday...

...because our aunt was in a

nursing home in Culver City.

Like a responsible person,

she never missed a day of work.

She gave blood every month,

took her son to school...

...and I wanna understand

why she was killed!

What?

She gave blood?

Yes, McCaleb. She's the same

blood type as you are.

AB with a CMV negative.

The hospital would have paid her,

but she wouldn't accept money.

- That's the connection!

- What are you talking about?

That's the link between Cordell

and your sister. Blood.

Wait a minute. Blood?

I'll cover tomorrow's shift.

Yeah, thanks.

- Don't you ever use a cell phone?

- I don't believe in them.

I always stay with a hard line.

Mrs. Cordell wasn't home.

Is there another way to find out?

If he gave blood often,

he'd be on the computer.

- Which computer?

- The BOPRA computer.

For rare blood types.

There's one at L.A. Memorial.

- All right. I'm coming with you.

- Get somebody to stay with the kid.

MCCALEB:

What do you think?

What do you mean, babysitting?

MCCALEB:
Yeah.

- F*** me.

How much?

I don't know. Beer.

A case of beer an hour.

You got it.

[BEEPING]

MAN:
They said some kind of blockage.

In about an hour.

MCCALEB:

Hey, doc.

Terry. What's wrong?

Nothing. Is there a place

we could talk privately?

I need to talk to you.

You have five minutes.

Who's this?

Graciella Rivers,

the one I told you about.

She's the one who put you up to this.

Look at him. Look at his color.

Look at the lines under his eyes.

A week ago, he was perfect.

- I am sorry.

- It was my choice.

Shut up! Sit down.

Open your mouth.

Lift your shirt up.

- What do you want?

- We wanted to know...

- Keep that thermometer in your mouth.

- My sister was murdered.

So was another man.

It was the same killer.

McCaleb found a link between

my sister and this other man.

- They both gave blood.

- What?

She was the same blood type

as McCaleb, AB with CMV negative.

McCaleb says that's 1 in 200.

101. 1. Sh*t.

What do you want?

I want you to access

the BOPRA computer.

If Cordell's on it,

I wanna know his blood type.

That's unethical.

You've gotta help. If I'm right,

the killer already has access.

I don't know...

If you can't protect the integrity

of the system, there's no system.

All right.

I'll do it on one condition.

What's that?

Let me run blood work on you.

- That will take all day!

- Yes or no?

- Yes.

- Sit down.

I'll get the nurse.

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