On the Other Hand, Death Page #4

That's what

the sheriff thinks.

I'm going to go by

the coroner's office later

and see what they found out.

Thank Goodness

no one was hurt.

Yeah.

Tim, I've got

Andrew McWhirter

on line two.

Thanks.

I got it.

That's Andrew

calling about

lunch today.

You want

to join us?

Yeah, uh, honey,

Andrew, um...

Sorry. No, I don't.

Tell him...

Tell him I said hi.

I will.

I love you.

Yeah. Love you, too.

Oh, right in the middle of...

Are we supposed to wait here?

That was kind of nice.

Strachey?

I got a page

to come down here.

- Was that you?

- Well...

I was afraid

you might not take my call.

- You're absolutely right about that.

- I'm willing to trade.

- Come on.

- Tr...

What have you got

that I want?

E-mail address

for that guy

that hired me

to follow your officer.

You were supposed to get in touch

with me when he called you.

I am. This is me

getting in touch.

Strachey, this is

not a negotiation.

You have information

vital to an ongoing investigation,

you give it

to me now.

I'm planning on it.

Just need

an autopsy report.

- Ge... Strachey!

- Come on!

A John Doe was killed

out in a fire in Hollis last night.

Here's your

e-mail address.

Use it to ID the guy.

We're on the same team.

No, we're not.

Come on.

Here you go.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

My dad getting them to suspend you...

it's all my fault.

Listen to me.

You're not to blame.

Do you understand that?

Now, what is happening with me

is not important.

Really, what's important

is that we get you help.

I can't handle it

anymore, Ms. Fisher.

They're talking about

sending me away.

Well, uh...

- I'll talk to them.

- You already did.

Well, uh, I will

try again.

And I'll keep on trying

until they listen.

How's that?

I promise.

- Jonas.

- What the hell you doing with my son?

Oh, we're just...

we're just talking.

Maybe if you come

and talk with us...

No, I don't want to hear

anything you got to say.

Derek, get in the truck.

- Now!

- Derek.

I... I really

get how difficult

- this is to deal with.

- There's nothing to deal with.

You just got him

all confused, that's all.

You're right.

He is confused.

He's very,

very confused.

And if he doesn't get

the help he needs...

He's gonna get help,

just not your kind.

Jonas,

he is your son.

Can't you put his needs first,

for Christ's sake?

I love my son.

I raised him by myself,

and I'll be damned

if I'm gonna stand by

while anybody tells me

what's best for my kid!

Get your hands

off of her!

Don't touch me.

Stop it!

Stop it,

both of you,

for Christ's sake!

Well, at least one good thing's

come out of all this.

You just got your ass

fired for good!

Maybe it'll finally

get through to you

nobody wants you

here in Hollis!

Oh, God.

You all right?

Well, I tell you,

these parent-teacher conferences

are a little different

- than when I was a kid.

- Oh, God.

I'm so sorry.

- Are you okay?

- I'm used to it.

Come on,

let's get you

- some ice.

- Yeah.

Here you go.

I got you

some ice.

You know, I tried everything

I could think of

to get... ooh...

Derek's father to listen,

but I couldn't do it.

Can't save all of them,

right?

Listen, it is

not in my nature

to give up.

I know what you mean.

And speaking of,

I was looking

at the title records

database

for the residents

here on Moon Road,

and I noticed that

Edith's not on your title.

She never has been.

When I met her,

she didn't have any money,

and the bank insisted mine

be the only name on the deed.

You never changed that.

Edith is in my will.

She's taken care of.

Is there some reason

that this is important?

Well, I was just curious.

Tell me about,

uh...

coming out last year

at the school.

That must've been rough.

Uh, well...

yeah.

It was certainly

a firestorm at the time,

but we got through it.

Seems like

a big decision

so late in life.

Late in life?

Is that a euphemism for

"You're too damn old

to come out

of the closet"?

Is that what that is?

No. I just figured something

must've happened.

Well, uh...

...let's just say

that I spent

too many years being what other people

wanted me to be,

and I'd finally

just had enough.

And I went, "To hell

with what they think!

I can only be

who I am."

Uh, the guy in the barn.

Did you ever

identify him?

No. No. They haven't

identified him yet.

Something interesting

did come up on the autopsy report...

a blunt-force trauma

to the back of the head.

They think a timber

fell and hit him.

And you don't

agree with that?

I didn't see any timbers

anywhere near him,

and an injury like that

could've been from anything.

It could've happened

right before the fire.

You think this

was a murder?

I think there's

a very good chance

that this isn't over yet,

and I want

you and Edith

to be very,

very careful.

I'm sorry.

I gotta take this.

Yeah, Kenny.

You need to get

over here.

You're on that cop,

right?

She's at a coffee house

on the corner

of Cambridge and Shiloh.

And she's not alone.

Who's she with?

You're not going

to believe this.

The guy she's having a grande

nonfat Frappuccino with

right this second

is the same guy

that hired us

to follow her.

So much for Taiwan.

All right, Kenny,

I'm on my way.

Just do not lose her.

All right?

Please. I'm like

a chameleon.

I got to go.

Um...

I do need to speak

with Edith, though.

Oh, yeah. She'll...

She'll be back soon.

I'll, uh, call later.

Maybe I'll even come by.

Yeah, great. Thanks.

Thank you.

Good work.

You cover the lady cop.

I got him.

How come I don't

get the hot guy?

Just go.

Hey, buddy, can you move

your damn car, please?

Strachey, you parasite!

Thanks to the damn

pictures you took

of me outside

that strip club,

Daddy's cut off

my trust fund!

I'm going to go broke!

I ought to sue you,

Strachey!

By the time

I'm done with you,

you won't have

a pot to piss in!

Kenny. Yeah.

Tell me you still

have the cop.

Yeah.

I'm still on her.

Okay, good. W-Where?

She's at

Sturgis Development.

I'm on my way.

It's me.

One word about me

hanging out in bathrooms

and I'll quit.

Too easy.

You try finding

someplace inconspicuous

in a building

like this.

You wanted

to do fieldwork.

Where is she?

She's in the office.

She works

under the same name

that guy gave us...

Elizabeth Gaston.

But I still haven't been able to figure out

what she's doing exactly.

Well, there's one trick that works

when all else fails.

Walk in and ask her.

Hello.

- Good afternoon. Can I help you?

- Yeah.

I'm looking for Elizabeth.

- Elizabeth Gaston?

- That's the one.

And you are?

I'm Berne Gaston,

her ex-husband.

Ms. Gaston,

Berne is here to see you.

What are you doing here?

Hi, sweetheart.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean

to bust in here like this,

but you didn't pay the child support

again this month,

- and I didn't know what to do.

- You know what?

Why don't you come

back to my office,

and we'll

discuss this, Berne.

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