Bloodwork Page #6

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[BEEPING]

MAN:

Very still now.

WOMAN:

We're almost done.

I want you to stop, McCaleb.

Stop what?

Everything.

I was wrong to bring this to you.

No.

Yeah.

Glory gave another person life.

- That's really all I need to know.

- No.

Look, I got a new heart, but...

...I didn't necessarily

get a new life.

I don't know what you mean.

I lost a little something...

...but knowing you and

working with you on this...

...I feel a little bit coming back.

[DOOR OPENS]

Okay.

It's a list of the local AB CMV

negatives. Cordell's on it.

Same blood type as Torres.

What's the D stand for? Deceased?

No, donor. Organ donor.

They were both organ donors.

Both organ donors?

Cordell died on the scene,

and Gloria lived just long enough.

- That's crazy.

- What are you saying?

I missed it, damn it.

I didn't think Gloria had anything

anyone wanted, but I missed it.

What did you miss?

FOX:

Her blood.

It made her unique.

It made what was inside her

very valuable. To someone.

Someone like me. Anyone who could

benefit would be a suspect.

Wait a minute. You're saying that

she was murdered for her organs.

The autopsy report had both

bullets going through the frontal lobe.

That could leave them brain dead,

but not die right away.

Of course, Cordell... 911 screwed up,

but your sister had the Good Samaritan.

Who?

That's the customer who came in,

bandaged her head and called 911.

- You can't get back until...

- Can I use your phone?

- Terry...

- Get a list of where the organs went.

GRACIELLA:

Terry.

Detective Jaye Winston?

Graciella Rivers. He's inside talking

about surveillance and numbers.

This is Arrango from

West Valley Homicide.

Badge 14110. I'd like a 10-20

for a surveillance commencement.

WOMAN:

That's 17:
14:39.

Thank you. 17:
14:39.

I'm out of my jurisdiction,

and you're way out. What's up?

The surveillance camera's three

seconds behind the CCW clock.

- That's the one 911 uses.

- Okay, so?

So did you bring the tape?

OPERATOR:

This is the 911 operator.

MAN:
The girl is shot very bad!

She needs help!

OPERATOR:

Who was shot, sir?

MAN:
The girl is shot!

Kang's Market, Sherman Way!

OPERATOR:

Sir, please stay on the line.

That's 10:
40:58.

All right. At 22:41:37...

...Gloria is shot.

Jump down to...

...22:
42:55, and here comes

Good Samaritan.

That son of a b*tch.

What? What is it?

This guy here...

...this unidentified Good Samaritan,

who tried to help Gloria.

There's just one problem.

What's that?

The clock on the surveillance camera

is three seconds behind the 911 clock.

All right, and...?

We think he made the call

before he killed her.

No.

No, that doesn't make any sense,

because the numbers...

Wait a minute.

The caller.

It's the same guy.

He called an ambulance

before he shot her.

Yeah.

See, Cordell, his organs

were no good.

This time, the shooter would make

sure the ambulance got a good lead.

So he shot Gloria, then

he comes back with bandages...

...and tries to keep her alive.

Oh, my God.

Okay.

Could this Good Samaritan be the same

guy you saw at the ATM machine?

I don't know.

Put a wig on him, maybe.

A little dark makeup, he's Hispanic.

You got those ATM tapes?

No. You only told me

to bring this one.

Yeah, well...

The ATM thing. The shooter probably

had them on the way anyway.

They went to the wrong address,

so it doesn't matter.

What do you think about

Lockridge for this?

I don't know, maybe.

Whoever got the list of organ donors

had to hack into the BOPRA computer.

Lockridge is a computer man, right?

And he lives and works in

my jurisdiction. Let's go.

GRACIELLA:

I have to go with you.

No, get back to Raymond.

Take my car. I'll go with Jaye.

Why don't you pop the trunk?

I'll put this stuff in the back.

Okay.

What the f*** is he doing?

McCaleb! What are you doing?!

You're killing me here.

What's going on?

- You okay?

- Yeah. You okay?

- Yeah.

- Let's go find Lockridge at work.

What do you mean?

We just shot up the Valley.

Did you hit anyone?

- No, thank God.

- Neither did I. Let's go.

F***.

Mr. Lockridge didn't

come to work today.

- Is he ill?

- He hasn't called...

...and he didn't come

in yesterday either.

Come here and look at this.

Doesn't that look like

probable cause to you?

Let's go.

See if I remember how they did this.

Sh*t.

Her throat's been slit.

She's been here a good 24 hours.

WINSTON:

You okay?

Yeah.

We got an APB out on Lockridge.

I might get suspended,

but you did real good, McCaleb.

Real good.

I hope so.

I guess I'd better get home

and get my pills.

Want some coffee?

No, go home. Get your pills.

[HARMONICA PLAYS]

You still got company.

How much beer do I owe you?

Seven cases...

...but since he's a good kid

and a great fisherman, I'll take two.

I'll get you the check in the morning.

That's what they all say.

Good night, Terry.

MCCALEB:
Hey.

- Hey, Mr. McCaleb.

MCCALEB:

Howdy.

GRACIELLA:
Hey.

MCCALEB:
How are you?

Me and Buddy caught so many fish

he had to get more bait.

- I caught six all by myself.

- Really? It must be a harbor record.

It's "Buddy and I. "

Finish your homework, Ray.

So?

I'm not sure yet,

but it's looking good.

Okay. When will you know?

Soon, hopefully.

Thank you.

For everything you've done.

I'm impressed.

GRACIELLA:

That's my dad.

He used to take Glory and me fishing.

A lot.

When we were kids.

You know, they're all gone.

But I'm glad I can still smile

about her, you know?

I couldn't at first.

This is a cool gun, Mr. McCaleb.

Oh, sh*t...

GRACIELLA:
Raymond...

- It's all over. Don't, no.

You never, never touch a gun.

See? You can look at it.

This is an eight-shot

Smith & Wesson.

We don't touch it.

I shouldn't have left it out.

You never play with this,

so stay right there. Understand?

What's this?

Oh, that's some code I was supposed

to break, but I never could do it.

- There's no one.

- What?

There's no 1.

"9-0-3-4-7-2-5-6-8. "

It's all the numbers, but no 1.

How about that? No 1 s.

Little man, come on.

We have to go. It's getting late.

- Can I stay?

GRACIELLA:
No.

- We gotta go. It's getting late.

- I don't want to.

We have to. Okay?

Were you just going to let me

sit here and eat alone?

Raymond loves this boat, and he was

wondering if he could spend the night.

Yeah, there's a berth in front

you can both share.

You don't have to hide it.

Show me your heart.

Show me.

[FOOTSTEPS FALLING]

- Somebody's up on deck.

- What's wrong?

- I don't know. Somebody's up there.

- Raymond.

No, too heavy for him.

[MAN GROANS]

- You son of a b*tch!

MCCALEB:
What the hell is going on?

Jesus Christ! We came because the

captain wants you at the crime scene.

ARRANGO:

When this is over...

...you better get an ass transplant

because I'll tear you a new one!

Damn, it's cold.

ARRANGO:

Out of the way, please.

There's McCaleb. Mr. McCaleb,

did you think this was over?

I can't comment, I don't know

anything about anything.

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