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These things are always

so very tragic,

but I can perhaps be of some comfort

to you in this hour of need.

This is one of our smaller rooms,

but it can be expanded

to accommodate

any number of mourners.

Why is his hand like that?

This sometimes happens.

It's only a reflex.

At his mother's request,

the body has not yet been embalmed.

I'll just tidy him up a bit,

then leave you alone

with your thoughts.

Poor Bobby. We've known him

since we were kids.

Luva.

I just don't understand it.

I hope you can find

some answers for us, Gordon.

Why don't you two go

on over to Bobby's mother's house?

She's in pretty bad shape.

I'll stay here.

Let's go.

- Talk to you later.

- All right.

Did I startle you, sir?

I'm so sorry,

but I can't let you disarrange...

I'm Dr. Thomas

with the Scientific Investigation Division.

Of course.

I'm so sorry, doctor.

I didn't realize

you were a professional man.

I worked very hard

on that neck wound,

trying to make it look

as natural as I could

so it wouldn't be offensive

to his loved ones.

The flesh was torn right out

in a big chunk.

I've never seen a rat bite

that size before.

- Rat bite?

- Yes, sir.

How deep was the wound

before it was repaired?

I don't know.

Two or three inches at least.

- Two or three inches?

- Yes, sir.

Any other bruises or wounds?

A slight abrasion on the left elbow,

probably the result of a fall.

And you say

you didn't embalm?

Yes, sir.

It's strange.

That is strange.

Look at this.

His veins are empty.

They collapse with pressure

and don't return to shape,

and he wouldn't be this color

unless he lost a lot of blood.

Who brought him in?

I did... picked him up

at the coroner's office.

Did they mention...

much bleeding?

I can't say as they did, doctor.

What about the other victim,

his associate?

I didn't prepare that one.

He was white.

I don't get many whites in here.

- Thank you for your help.

- Glad to be of service.

Any time you need my help,

don't hesitate to ask.

I'm at your service, doctor.

That's my job...

...doctor.

That is the rudest n*gger

I've ever seen in my life.

Everything's

just so strange, Michelle.

I know.

Listen, would you mind

if I begged off?

You can handle Mrs. McCoy

on your own.

I'm just really beat.

Go on home. I'll just stop by

and see if she needs anything.

- Thanks.

- See you later.

Okay.

- Let go!

- Luva, it's me.

Wait!

Goddamnit, man!

You scared the hell out of me.

Where did you come from?

Are you all right?

What the hell you run

in front of my cab for?

Can't you see, man?

I lost her.

Sh*t.

You ain't hurt, man,

but you lucky.

Chasin' tail

could get you killed, you know.

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