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What am I missing?

What am I missing?
What am I missing?

Release the body, Bayliss.

So, you don't like the Camden Yards?

No, man. It's just the idea
of Memorial Stadium suddenly empty

like a mute monument to the Colts.

- What do you wanna do with it?
- Flood it.

What can you tell me?

Picture Memorial Stadium,

a giant aquatic theme park.

I don't know.
I don't know, Meldrick.

I still remember Dave McNally
on that mound in '66.

I live near Memorial. On game day,
if I had a party, my guests couldn't park.

When did you have a party
on game day?

- Let's go, Bayliss.
- Can we check with the neighbours?

Yeah. Get statements from all of them.

We walked the alley,
we walked the yard.

Nothing left for us to do here.

Why don't you just get the morgue
wagon and we'll get out of here?

I want specimens, all right?

Bayliss, it has been raining all night.

Any blood sample's washed away
before forensics got here.

- We gotta be quick.
- I'm missing something.

Whoa!

Look at that thing.
Look at the size of that monster!

- Big enough to ride!
- We can have a rodeo.

Rats everywhere! We need
the Pied Piper guy or Siegfried and Roy.

Get away! Quit staring at me,
you cheese-eating gerbil!

You disease-ridden hamster!
You lice-infected stack of slime!

- John!
- What?

You're yelling at a rat, man.

You guys still here?

Johnny...

Tim. It's time to move
the body inside.

Release the body.

Baltimore Police Department.

My daughter...
You found her?

- No!
- My God...

I'm sorry.

How?

She was, er... stabbed

in an alleyway
that was right near here.

- I can't do it.
- What do you mean? Go and do it.

Rachon!

Ma'am, if you wouldn't mind,
we'll need you to... come with us,

and to make a positive identification

and, er...

...if it's at all possible,
we're gonna need you to...

...we're gonna need your cooperation.

OK. I'II, er...

...just get my...

I hate this!

- More men. You need more help.
- Help is good.

I'm sending five detectives
from narcotics and seven from vice.

Can they bring along their desks?

You were Adena's teacher
from January until when...

What time did she leave the library?

- Hey, Crosetti!
- Yeah?

These damn sex offenders
multiply like amoebas!

- Split in half...
- Look who just got released.

Adison, remember him?
Career rapist?

- Did he have a tattoo on his johnson?
- Yeah, "Mother".

Adena died in the yard.

She didn't die
in a back yard.

She was killed some place else
and dumped where you found her.

Nobody would risk carrying a corpse
around back here, look.

This sound I hear, is that the cavern
where your brain used to be?

What you don't risk
is killing her out in the open.

OK, genius.

Is the death of Adena Watson
the work of a serial killer?

Five women have been killed in
the North West in the last four months.

That's an unsolved slaying
every three weeks.

We do not have a serial killer.
Those deaths are totally unrelated.

- We hope you're right.
- I am.

This is Griselda Battel
at Police headquarters.

- Can I buy you a drink?
- Er... give me a rain check.

We're still trying to find you a desk.

It's embarrassing when the detective
in charge of the case has to stand.

Yeah.

Good old practical homicide, huh?

Yeah, I'm just making sure
that I'm taking all the right steps.

Follow the book.
Follow your gut.

- I'm on a plane and they serve lunch.
- From Detroit to Baltimore?

Yeah. I'm trying to eat my salad
from that little plastic cup.

And the lady sitting next to me says,

"Some of the men I know
think it's perverse,

"but I like to make love 'iguana style'."

Jeez...

I'm paralysed, I don't know what to say.

I'm frozen with my fork
halfway through my fingers.

- 'Iguana style', huh?
- That's what she said.

I never heard of that, 'iguana style'.

- Officer Thormann.
- You guys beat ambo here.

I wasn't sure whether to call,
knowing the heat on that girl.

Nice trees, beautiful lawn.
Now this is a place for a murder!

- Who is it?
- Thomas Doohen. On the floor upstairs.

He's dead. His wife claims
it was a heart attack.

- Would you like to live here?
- Taxes.

This is Mrs Doohen.

Widow Doohen.

My condolences, ma'am.
Can you tell us what happened?

We were discussing where to go
on our 60th anniversary when...

...he just snapped like a twig
on a cold day.

- Did he have a history of heart trouble?
- No.

Chris, you'd better call a coroner.

- I'd hold off.
- Why?

- He's not dead.
- Where have I been?

- Not dead?
- What the hell is going on?

- Where is that slut?
- He's not dead?

- Oh!
- Oh, you can't do this to me.

Die, you bastard! Die!

- You first, bitch!
- Stop breathing!

Thormann, Munch... Let's get out of here
and leave these people in peace.

Die!
I'll take you to the sewer!

- I'll put your face down in the slime.
- Maybe you'd better stay.

I'll go to Paris without you.

Doctor Blythe?

- Doctor Blythe, Tim Bayliss.
- You let them move the body too soon.

I thought that everyone
had gotten done with her.

- It's your first case, isn't it?
- Yes.

The temperature should have been taken
with an internal thermometer at the site.

Now the only thing I can tell you is that
she's been dead for at least 12 hours.

I give lectures twice a year
at the Academy. Try to catch one.

- Hey, Frank.
- How are you doing?

We know she disappeared about
36 hours before the body was found.

You're telling me if she was alive
up until the last 12 hours of that period.

So I'm wondering,
could she have been held prisoner?

- See if this helps. It was in her stomach.
- What's that?

Fully digested spaghetti and meatballs,
followed by partially digested hotdogs

and probably sauerkraut.

I called Adena's school
and got the menu

for the last day in class, Tuesday -
Spaghetti and meatballs.

So her last meal
was hotdogs and sauerkraut.

All we've gotta to do is
find the man who fed it to her.

- You got a cause of death?
- Flagrant overkill.

She was strangled like this...
and most likely with a cord or a rope.

Then she was disembowelled,
probably with a kitchen knife,

and she also sustained six deep wounds
in the chest and abdomen.

Was she awake?

There's a fresh laceration on the vagina
but no trace of semen.

She could've been
molested with an object?

I'd guess a pipe or bottle.

There's a heart-shaped earring
present in one lobe, but not in the other.

I'll call her mother to see
if Adena was wearing both.

OK. You got anything
you wanna add, Bayliss?

Face of an angel.

Hey, Crosetti.

I got a list of stores near the crime
scene that sell hotdogs and sauerkraut.

- Let's check them out.
- I think I know who did it.

- Who?
- Jeff Davis.

- Who's that?
- The President of the Confederacy.

You still trying to figure out
who whacked Lincoln?

- We can solve this thing.
- You got a one-track mind.

Jefferson Davis plotted
the assassination of Lincoln

as a last ditch effort to further
the southern cause.

You got a one-track mind,
leads to an empty depot. The keys.

The confederates in Canada
knew details

of his assassination in February '65.

- How come?
- I don't know and I don't wanna know.

Sanford Conover
of the Confederate War Department

had a meeting with John Surratt
in Richmond

some time between April 6th
and April 9th. How come?

- I don't wanna know.
- That's your problem.

- You don't have a world view.
- I do have a world view.

No, or you'd see that by solving
the mystery behind this conspiracy,

it could tell us something
about the human condition.

Everything man does is a conspiracy.

You have been reading
too many book excerpts.

There is life behind homicide, Meldrick.

- Jeez!
- We're in the last row, right?

The john's right there.
She gets up and goes in.

She closes the door. The little sign
comes on and says 'Occupied'.

I wait and wait.
It still says 'Vacant'.

She wanted you
to follow her in there.

- I realised that much.
- Well, did you?

- No...
- No?

- No!
- 'Iguana style', huh?

I should have never gotten divorced.

Officer Thormann.

I want you to know that I hung around
until the Doohens calmed down.

It's unusual, twice in one day, to respond
to a call from the same uniform.

- Even more so to the same murder.
- Where's the stiff?

This time he's really dead.

60 years of abuse -

mental abuse, moral abuse,
immoral abuse.

All I wanted was to go to Paris
for my anniversary.

Ten days!
Ten good days in one lifetime.

Is that asking too much?

Do you know your husband's body
got down into the cellar?

Sometimes he makes
those mouse-y sounds...

I'd beg him to stop.
Not him!

We have 16 rooms.

And he's too cheap
to hire a cleaning lady to help.

- Mrs Doohen...
- Widow Doohen.

I know what it's like to be trapped
in a miserable marriage.

The only thing
that we're trying to find out here

is whether your husband was dead
before or after he got down the cellar.

You leave.

He stands there snarling,

calling me names

and then... bang,

he falls flat on his face again.

So... I shoved him down the cellar

and prayed he wouldn't survive.

Ten good days...
That's all I ask.

- Mrs Doohen?
- Widow Doohen.

If your marriage was so terrible,
why did you stay together for 60 years?

We promised we wouldn't get divorced
until after all the children were dead.

Pardon me, my esteemed Lieutenant.
Where is all this extra help?

This is a red ball. First few hours,
everyone's around to take the credit.

After that, they make sure
they're not around to take the blame.

Tim.

Does the book mention getting the unit
together pulling information?

- Sure.
- Now would be a good time, wouldn't it?

Right...

Right. Yo, everybody.

The coffee light's lit.

- Detective Howard?
- Hey, Danvers.

- Thought you were in court today.
- I was, briefly.

Can I talk to you for a moment,
in private?

Something go wrong
with the Chiltern case?

The witness started hemming
and hawing,

so the judge tossed out the case.

- The grand jury indicted him.
- How would they, when I must convict?

As Assistant State's Attorney, I intend
to maintain a high conviction rate.

So that...

...one day, in the future, I can rest
in a better-than-average law firm.

- Preferably an LA law firm.
- We're gonna miss you.

Let's forget about the Chiltern case.

I'm gonna request an indictment
of Ralph Fenwick

for the murder of Agnes Saunders.

This is the weakest homicide case
I have ever seen...

I'm fascinated by your career,
but we've got a red ball going on.

You've got enough on Fenwick
to get a conviction.

I wish I had your confidence!

Unless you give me a better witness,

or the murder weapon,
or a confession,

I'll go to the defence attorney and
convince him to swallow manslaughter

with five years suspended.

Ralph Fenwick
murdered Agnes Saunders.

Prove it.

Adena attended Eutaw-Marshburn
Elementary from age 3 until the present.

She never missed a class.

She was a majorette
and a member of the...

student council, and her goal
was to be a great dancer.

Bayliss, Bayliss...
We're here about death, not life.

Adena gets home from school
at 3:00pm on Tuesday, is out by 3:30.

Where's my Tasty King?

Adena tells her mum she's heading
for the library, four blocks away.

Why does she need 45 minutes
to go four blocks?

Cos she stops next door to get
her girlfriend to go with her.

But her mum nixes the idea, so she
stays at the house for a half hour,

and then she goes.
Right on schedule.

She walks into the library,
grabs some books,

checks them out,
walks into the daytime bustle.

- And disappears.
- She was murdered and moved.

Whoever grabbed her
was probably from the neighbourhood.

He got her off the street midday,
That means he knew her.

We did a computer scan of 16 row
houses on the North side of that block.

More than half to four dozen occupants
had multiple priors,

seven for sex offences and rapes.

What? A lot of perverts for one block.

They've got a special zoning rule.

Let's start with the seven
convicted rapists. OK, Tim?

Yeah, right.

Gee, my esteemed Lieutenant.

I have a special feel for this case.
Give it to me.

- Bayliss is the primary.
- He's a kid.

At the crime scene, he was indecisive.
At the autopsy, he was squeamish.

- Give the case to me.
- He'll get the job done!

Thank you, my esteemed Lieutenant.

- Bayliss.
- Yeah, Lieutenant?

Answer me honestly. Can you or can
you not handle the Adena Watson case?

- I can handle the case.
- Then show me some cojones.

- What are you talking about?
- Perception.

You act like a wuss,
they'll take you for a wuss.

When you make a step,
lightning must come out of your butt.

I can do the job. I'm just getting tired
of everyone's attitude here.

A girl is killed, I'm expected to find
the killer and I don't even have a desk.

A desk!

Is that all you can think about?

There is your desk.
Now I wanna see lightning.

Thank you.

'Channel 3 has learned
that the primary investigator

'in the Adena Watson killing has never
been in charge of a murder case before.

'In fact, he is a man
who doesn't even merit his own desk.

'Why is this man
with no prior experience

'been chosen to crack
our city's most notorious slaying? '

- He has a desk.
- He's a novice.

- He's qualified to be the primary.
- That's pure speculation.

"Command belongs to the officer who
answers the initial call." That's the book.

- Switch the assignments around.
- I can't do that, sir.

What do you mean you can't?

I'd be cutting Bayliss off at the knees.

We might as well send him
back to the Mayor's office.

Don't fight a range war with a water
pistol. Bring up your heavy guns!

Saddle up the great white steed
and charge.

Most important
is to restore public confidence.

We've got to come up
with some kind of tactic,

some visual event
that the media will glue them onto.

A showing of the colours to demonstrate

that the Baltimore City PD
is gonna take a stand on Kirk Avenue.

Start by replacing that rookie.

That rookie, sir, is gonna surprise us all.

And those sneakers, Lieutenant,
are not part of the dress code.

Oh, hiya.
Doctor Blythe.

We're here on case 2-10.
Doohen, Thomas.

We wanna determine the responsibility
of the wife's, if any.

It smells like homicide to me. But I won't
have any news until the morning.

Detective Lewis says
you tend to have crabs.

I mean... at the restaurant.

- He said that was your favourite.
- They remind me of Sydney.

- Your ex-husband?
- No, my hometown.

Australia.

I wasn't aware
my personal life interested you.

Oh, you know, it's er...
coffee room talk!

If you have any questions
about the intimate details of my life,

don't be afraid to ask.

To ask me.

I wasn't prying.

OK, we'll see you tomorrow.

Thank you, Doctor.

- Crabs?
- Women like that never come onto me!

She just did.

Here are the interviews with Adena's
classmates and teachers,

friends, neighbours,
her daily routines and habits,

her interests in boys
and their interests in her.

Bayliss, of our seven perverts,
four are in jail, two have alibis,

and one...
is actually the perfect guy for you.

I'm going home. And tomorrow,
I'll nail the Agnes Saunders case.

What about Clarence?
Don't you want his number?

Just chill on the Lincoln thing!

...Booth was probably hired
as a hit man by Davis.

We re-checked every vacant house
and every vacant store

within a five block radius.
No crime scene.

You don't think she was killed
in the neighbourhood?

She had to be killed within a few blocks.

Why kill her somewhere else
and bring her back there?

Right, because someone carrying
a body wouldn't wanna travel too far.

Maybe someone brought the body
back in a car.

If he's already got her in the car,
why would he bring her to an alley

where anyone at the window could see?
Why not bury her in the woods?

Look, I didn't rat you out
to Griselda Battel.

- I didn't say you did.
- No, hang on, hang on.

I know Battel. We exchange
information once in a while.

- She's a good source.
- I bet.

I need to get the skinny on that arabber
that Adena used to work for.

- What's an arabber?
- They push vegetable carts.

- An Arab.
- Arabber.

So, in my hood,
they call them Arab.

- It's an arabber.
- Why are you always...

- Guys, guys! Come on!
- Look, look, here it is!

I already checked him out.
He's nothing.

Well, Mrs Watson told me that she had
Adena stop working for this guy

because he was getting
a little too friendly with her.

Would you believe me on this one?

His record goes back ten years -
assault, disorderly.

Why don't you check his horse barn and
apartment as possible crime scenes.

- Maybe cos it's a waste of time.
- Maybe...

...but I'm a primary on this case, Frank.

Hey, man! Check that out!
Are they lost?

What the hell are they doing
around here?

Ready?
Run!

At ease.

- Bayliss, right?
- Yes, sir.

- I'd like to say a few words.
- Of course, right after I'm finished.

We're here to search
for physical evidence.

A rope, a wire, a knife.

Any blunt object or traces of blood.

We're also looking
for a small heart-shaped gold earring.

Now, go slowly,
check every inch of the ground.

If you find something, anything,
don't move it.

Call me, or Detective Crosetti,
or Detective Lewis.

And ask questions. There's no such thing
as a stupid question.

At least, for now,
we're gonna pretend there isn't.

- Here's what happened last night.
- Is this about sex?

- No.
- Forget it.

- I'm lying in bed...
- What were you wearing?

Stop it!

The room was dark.
I'm alone, asleep.

And I heard a voice.
The voice of Agnes Saunders.

- Our murder victim Agnes Saunders?
- Or her ghost, spirit.

I know, you think
it sounds crazy, right?

- Yeah!
- I know what I heard.

Howie, you're my partner,
you're my friend.

- Cut the crap!
- I'm serious, Beau.

- Agnes' voice?
- Yeah.

- Just the voice or the rest of her?
- Only the voice.

But I may have observed a vacillating
penumbra in the shape of lips.

- The television was on.
- The TV was off, the radio was off.

The CDs were nestled
all snug in their rack.

- Noisy neighbours?
- On vacation.

- A ghost?
- Not a ghost, the ghost!

- Agnes Saunders.
- Uh-huh...

- So, how is good old Agnes doing?
- Ticked off.

She wants Ralph Fenwick
to walk the mile.

So would I if you blew
my brains off with a.45.

She also told me
where the murder weapon is.

Agnes...

Agnes...

- It's not here.
- Gee, Howie, that's a surprise!

She said the gun was in the trailer.
Why would she lie?

It's bad enough when living witnesses lie
but when the dead ones start...

Maybe I heard her wrong.

You're under a lot of pressure to keep
your streak going. Get some rest.

Beau, I heard Agnes's voice
as clearly as I'm hearing yours.

- Let's go get a cold beer.
- Take your beer. I don't want it.

And you can take your attitude.

If you can't accept what I experience,
it's not my problem.

Don't get pissy just because
your having nervous breakdown.

Some things in life can't be explained.

Some things... transcend normal logic.

Whoa! Wait up!

I got an idea.
Let's go arrest Fenwick.

We've gone down that road 20 times,
he's not gonna confess.

Maybe not...

but his neighbours said
he hasn't been sleeping lately.

Maybe Agnes visited him too...

- I gotta go.
- You're not gonna eat?

- I cannot do that. Capisci?
- The bosses took all your appetite.

- And my will to live.
- Right!

- This is on me.
- It's about time.

Let's eat.

- Munch?
- Yes, sir?

- I was divorced a month ago.
- Yeah?

- I was faithful every day for 20 years.
- Yeah?

- Haven't had a date in decades.
- Mm-hm.

- So tell me...
- About what?

- You know... Doctor Blythe...
- You wanna take her out?

- I'll send her flowers, right?
- Flowers?

I sent flowers to my wife
before she was my wife.

Look how it turned out!
Flowers are a needless expense.

Tell her what's on your mind,
she tells you what's on hers.

What's on her mind?

Probably sex.
Maybe she knows about iguana style.

Doctor Blythe?

No way.

- Big man, how old are you?
- 48.

Approximately.

Getting some is a national pastime.
You just have to be careful.

- AIDS?
- Yeah, and date rape.

Me?

Just make sure
she makes the first move.

- Yeah...
- Can't be too careful!

I tell you it's a dumb idea having recruits
graze through a crime scene.

They say I'm in charge...
I'm not!

Here's what we've got so far, dig in.

We got three kitchen knives,

too rusty to have killed somebody
this week.

There's crack vials, needles,
various pieces of clothing.

- But nothing to do with Adena.
- No rope, no wire, no earrings?

Uh-oh! Here we go. It's Griselda Battel
and her mad dog news team.

You are about to meet Godzilla Battel.

How you been sleeping, Ralph?
Been sleeping good?

A simple man comes home
in the evening,

wondering what's for supper.

A complex man comes home,

pondering the imponderables of fate.

An enlightened man comes home,
wondering what's for supper.

What the hell is he talking about?

We heard you hadn't slept
since you killed Agnes...

or shot her, Fenwick, admit it.

Only in the last 2,000 years has Man
been able to perceive the colour blue.

Blue appears nowhere in the Iliad
or the Old Testament.

It's only gonna get worse from here.

Cos if you ever manage to drift off,
I'll be your wake-up call.

I'll come rapping at your door.
Your conscience is gonna gnaw at you.

Gnaw at you like a... like a...

- Chipmunk.
- Yeah, like a chipmunk.

Cos you are a lying, murdering rodent!

Why is Iowa the Midwest
and Israel the Mideast?

You wanna play it that way?
Go right ahead.

I'm gonna find that gun and
you, my friend, are going to jail.

Whoa! Damage his vehicle and we'll be
filling out forms till we retire.

- He killed her. I know it.
- Go home and get some rest.

- Maybe the witnesses forgot something.
- Kay...

I'm your partner and I'm your friend.

- Go home.
- Yeah.

Chipmunk?

Stop! I have to prosecute this case
and I don't know which of you to believe.

Did Jesse Doohen kill Thomas Doohen?

- Yes!
- No!

Thanks for clarifying the answer!

Thomas Doohen did not die of
a criminal action. He had a heart attack.

Twice! The second time, the wife let him
writhe in the floor and left him to die.

- She didn't even call an ambulance.
- Neglect is not homicide.

- She accelerated the death.
- How?

The fibres and bruises tell me that she
pulled him down a long flight of stairs,

dragged him across the kitchen floor
and threw him down the cellar stairs.

- Determination is also not homicide.
- It is if she knew he was alive.

She said he was alive.

How can you trust the perception
of a 80-year-old woman?

Why are you defending her?

- She was in a miserable marriage for...
- Oh, come on! So was I!

But when I realised the trouble I was in,
I got out. I didn't get even.

She may have wanted
her husband dead,

but she didn't kill him.

I'm afraid "death by cellar stairs"
isn't gonna play.

Not with the married jurors anyway.

- She's guilty.
- I disagree.

The medical examiner, not the police,
decides if a death is labelled homicide.

Then don't pursue it!

But Thomas Doohen will stay on the
board, in red, under your name, forever.

- Where's Bayliss?
- Around.

Around. Great, around!

What a dope!

Then why
you wanna dog him for?

Cos this crime needs to be solved
within 72 hours.

Cos in a week, the bosses,
the administration, the media, the public,

nobody will know Adena Watson's name.

- Who you tellin'?
- Frank, what are you doing here?

- You had to check the arabber's house.
- It's done.

- Yeah?
- Detective Bayliss!

It looks like coagulated blood.

- There's some strands of hair.
- Put that in there.

- Good work.
- What's that?

- What's what?
- The piece of metal.

Do us a favour,
keep that out of your film.

- What is it?
- Come on, turn this thing off, all right!

- I'm not authorised to say.
- You're Bayliss, huh?

- If you put this on, it'll screw us over.
- OK.

I'll hold it till I hear from you. I better
hear long before any other reporter.

- You will.
- I need it from the primary.

- You'll hear it first.
- Hmm...

Round the corner to Greenmount Ave,
there's a carry out store there.

The woman who runs it
has something to tell you.

- Something she told you already?
- Yes.

And I won't use that either
till you say I can.

- Wanna give me a hint?
- She knows who the murderer is.

- Here you are.
- You were supposed to sleep at home.

- I was. Agnes showed again.
- That's one pushy ghost!

Evidently, Fenwick moved the murder
weapon, she didn't notice.

With her adjusted to a higher plane
of existence,

she's got a lot goin' through her mind.

# Oh, Casper, the friendly ghost

# The friendliest ghost you know... #

Don't worry about seeing ghosts.

My aunt saw a ghost. What she saw
was my uncle slip her a move.

While you're digging up Agnes,
could you do me a favour?

You could dig me up some water
to fill up Memorial Stadium.

You're always saying,
"You're such a good partner and friend."

I don't think you're much of either.

It ain't over
till the fat boy sings.

The Boston police used mystics
in their big strangler case.

The FBI, a seer to find Patty Hearst.

The LAPD, to catch
the Hillside Strangler, used a medium.

I heard that Hitler used an astrologer.

The whole war was won
by what this astrologer would say.

So, the British secret service slapped
together a platoon of astrologers

to find out what Hitler's astrologer
was telling him.

Me, I don't believe any of it.

Unless of course, maybe...
it works.

- That was deep.
- Very deep!

- What are you reading?
- The paper!

- I mean underneath the paper.
- Nothing, just er... lookin' at the paper,

I'm sure glad I didn't send her
those flowers.

- Everything turns out for the best.
- I sent the flowers.

A guy my age making
goo-goo eyes is flat out pathetic.

- Who'd you send flowers to?
- Doctor Blythe, in your name.

- I'll gut you.
- Uh-uh!

You'd have walked around like a zombie,
so I sent flowers.

- She's gonna stomp on them.
- No way. She called to thank you.

- Bull!
- Yeah, now it's your turn.

- To what?
- Call her up. Ask her for a date.

All right, all right. Yeah.

- Tomorrow.
- I have her number.

- I gotta go to the bathroom.
- It's not in there.

One of the rape charges against him
was a 14-year-old girl.

That was 15 years ago.
He wasn't convicted.

He lives alone within walking distance

where Adena was found,
and doesn't own a car.

But there's no evidence in his apartment
to link him to the crime.

No rope, no knife, no traces of blood.

He knows where places are empty
in the neighbourhood. He could use one.

We checked every vacant space.
There's no blood.

According to the woman at the store,

he knew Adena was dead before
nine o'clock, before anyone else knew it.

- What is he doing now?
- Believe me, Masius is the guy!

Let's check it out.

- How are you doing, W. J?
- Oh... awful!

- How did you know Adena Watson?
- Who?

The child who was killed.

I didn't know her.
I heard of her.

What did you hear?
What did you hear?

Just... killed...

Have you ever been arrested, W. J?

Ever been accused
of molesting a child?

Ah, oh... I can't say...
Innocent... what...

How did you know Adena Watson's body
was in that back yard?

- I wanna go home!
- How did you know the child was there?

Arm... Armbruster say so...

- OK.
- OK...

- Who is Armster?
- Armbruster!

The couple who found Adena
in their back yard.

Damn!

- Masius is not the guy.
- OK.

Crosetti, dig out the original missing
persons report that Mrs Watson's filed.

There may be something
she didn't tell us about.

Lewis, go through all the clothing again.

There may be some trace evidence
we missed out on.

Pembleton, I want you to speak
with that librarian face to face.

Find out what Adena's mood was.
Was she nervous, anxious, happy?

Any questions?

- Tim!
- Yeah?

- How is it going?
- Masius didn't do it.

I'm working on a few other angles.

You went balls out with the bosses
for me. I appreciate that.

I will crack this sucker, I swear!

Tim...

This will go down.

These things just take time.

Agnes?

Agnes?

Howard.

Drop the gun!

What do you say, Ralphie boy?

No words of wisdom tonight?

Beau, how did you
whether he had the gun hidden?

- I got a tip.
- From who?

- Sorry. It's a secret.
- What do you mean, a secret? Beau!

Didn't you say that certain
phenomena can't be explained?

- I got my source, you got your ghosts.
- You know earlier I was mad at you?

I didn't mean what I said. You are
a good friend and a good partner.

- Thanks, Kay.
- You're also a putz!

- Come on, what do you mean?
- OK, OK.

I used scientific research, deductive
reasoning, past experience, of course,

and, er... when all of those failed,

I used these.

- Tarot cards?
- They worked!

That's why I think
that crime is on the rise in Baltimore.

- Crabs?
- Chromium!

The bay is filled with chromium.
The crabs live in the bay

and the poor people
harvest the crabs off the pier.

- People gotta eat.
- I know, I'm well aware of that.

But they eat crabs with chromium,

it affects their brains
and they commit crimes.

So, you're saying
that unanswered questions

are actually statements of fact,
like the Lincoln assassination.

- I love this guy!
- Now, I know why you brought him.

- Steve was my sergeant.
- That's thrilling!

I for one am not concerned
by the water in the bay

because the water in my aquatic theme
park will be clear, clean and pure.

Where you gonna get this water, from
the men's room at the Yankee stadium?

I don't agree that
there is no clean water on this planet.

Cos where would they get water for...
I don't know... water coolers!

- Answer that!
- Got me!

What's he got going?

He's an Epcot Center of
emotions. Disney World of the heart.

Even if the state doesn't wanna
help me flood Memorial Stadium,

we can still go ahead with this.

All we need is a giant hole.

A giant hole? Like... a quarry?

Yeah, a giant hole like a quarry, sure.

- My wife just inherited a quarry.
- Jerry Quarry?

- I love this guy!
- What's this?

A piece offering.
From him.

- Should invite him over?
- He gave us beer, not a kidney.

- Should we check it for cyanide?
- Maybe.

# Farewell and adieu
to you Spanish ladies

# Farewell and adieu
to the ladies of Spain #

Detective Bayliss.
I'll need a copy of the mourners' book.

Of course.

# We will tell the story

# How we've overcome

# We will understand it better

# By and by

# Trials dark on every hand

# And we cannot understand

# All the ways that God would lead us

# To that blessed promised land

# But he guides us with his eyes

# And we'll follow him until we die

# And we'll understand it better

# By and by

# By and by
By and by

# When the morning comes

# All the saints of my God

# Are gathering home

# We'll tell the story

# Of how we've overcome

# We will understand it better

# By and by

# By and by, Lord
By and by... #