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Flack: Prior to two days ago, when was the last time you saw your daughter?
Frank Russo: It's been a long time. Look, after I lost custody, my ex got remarried. Family's been moving around a lot. I didn't even know they lived in the city till about a week ago. I read about the car accident in the paper. Imagine that. Finding out your daughter's in a coma next to an ad for big screen TVs.
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Paramedic: Mister, it seems that you saved this man's life. Are you a doctor?
Hawkes: (after a deep breath) Yes.
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Hawkes: It took me 300 surgeries, practicing my profession, to learn that sometimes it's just your time. And there's nothing medicine can do about it.
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Stella: Kid was given a second chance.
Mac: Question is: who didn't think she deserved it?
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Mac: When we look at the heart sensor pad that you left in the room, we realize that you and your victim share certain genetic similarities.
Mrs. Rollins: I don't understand.
Stella: It means that the person you smothered with the plastic bag wasn't Nicole Garner. The person you murdered..was your own daughter.
Mrs. Rollins: No, that's not possible, (raising voice) that's a lie.
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Mrs. Rollins: You have to understand, my husband died last year, Heather was all I had.
Mac: There is nothing about this that I understand.
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(Danny and Hawkes talk about him quiting medicine for being an M.E.)
Danny: So you just walked away?
Hawkes: Yeah, learned the hard way that I didn't want to be the guy standing next to someone's body, when they took the last breath… so, I took a job at the ME's office. Figured if God had the last say when someone died, I could do something about it if they were taken away too soon… at least that's what I keep telling myself.
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(Mac shares with Hawkes his father's death)
Mac: My father died of small cell lung cancer… he spent the last 8 months of his life in bed, on a feeding tube. After a while medication didn't do anything for the pain, one day he asked me- he begged me… to end it for him… I couldn't do it.
Hawkes: You made the right decision.
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Flack: Didn't appreciate that Matt. See, this here is a new pair of pants. And I don't get uniform allowance. So I suggest you make it up to me by makin' the rest of this very easy (Flack pats down Matt). Check out what Mr. Goodwrench had in his backpocket. Set of lockpick tools.
Matt: What can I say? I'm always losin' my apartment keys.
(Flack shoves his shoulder lightly)
Flack: Hey what did I tell you 'bout makin' things easy?