I don't see why not.
He was the lieutenant
on the Cemetery Man case.
Yeah, I kind of remember that.
Oh, well. I'm glad
someone got promoted.
-Right here.
-Thanks.
Mr. Lockridge, Terry McCaleb.
Thanks for seeing me.
Are you a policeman?
No, retired FBl. I'm investigating
a related case for a victim's family.
-Good. Because police are stupid.
-Why?
-Didn't they tell you?
-No.
Why would they? When I found
the guy, I call 91 1, right?
-Yeah.
-Yeah.
They sent the ambulance
to the wrong place.
Took them 20 minutes.
He might have made it
if they hadn't screwed up.
-Those things happen.
-No.
They screwed up. A guy died.
End of story.
I'm busy. I agreed to see you
because you're already here, so...
...what do you want?
I thought you'd give your
statement to me firsthand.
For the love of God.
I needed cash.
As I pulled up, the guy
driving out almost hits me.
All I saw was a car.
There were no plates, no face, nothing.
I walk up to the ATM,
and there's this guy bleeding.
I figured he got it right before
I got there, so I called 91 1.
Ten minutes later, they come,
driving right fucking past us. Past us.
Any other details?
It could've been me.
Could've been him finding me...
...with the ambulance driving
right on fucking by. Good stuff.
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.
$ 1 0 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?
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?
I'm glad you can find it funny.
She wants me to find out who did it.
She wants me to solve the murder.
Shit. 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 1 00 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 21 8?
-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 l.
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?
This is McCaleb.
What's going on?
Tell me about her.
What do you mean?
Just tell me something