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Mr. Faltisco?

Mr. Faltisco?

Mr. Faltisco?

Life's an illusion.

Reality is an illusion.

You take this squad room,
for instance.

Right after
the big shootout last May,

the, uh--

...the bosses
wanted to renovate,

they reconfigured
the whole place

so that those of us that watched
three uniforms die...

...put aside the horror
of that moment,

and go about our jobs.

It was actually
quite enlightened of the bosses,

huh, really, but...

it was futile, because...

this squad room
is the same squad room,

and our-- our memories
of that moment

are as vivid as they ever were.

All of this is just--

it's an illusion.

Bayless, this is your first
day back on the job.

- Right.
- Do me a favor, shut up.

What he means is, you got shot,
you almost died,

Pembleton's gone,
you're in flux.

- Flux.
- But even so,

if Gee hears you
babbling on about

how his new squad room
is just a figment

of our collective imaginations,

he's gonna send you down
for a psych exam.

Which you will not pass.

For now, Timmy,
the best thing is, say nothing.

Nothing's more
real than nothing.

Homicide.

I needed a partner,
that's all, John.

I'm telling you, Tim, you don't
want to partner with me.

I'm bad luck, I'm a curse.

Bolander, Russert,

Kellerman,
I'm like a black hole.

You partner with me
before you hand your badge in.

Look, look, look,
it's not a permanent thing.

I'm not asking for
a long-term commitment.

I understand.

You went steady with Pembleton
for six years,

he broke your heart,
and now you're just looking
for a one-nighter, huh?

- Yeah, something like that.
- Yeah.

You and me, we both know
what it's like.

You develop a working
relationship with someone,

you get into sync, and then bam,
they abandon you.

And you think you can't do
the job without them.

- I can do the job without Frank.
- Hey, I'm not saying you can't.

Look, look, look, look,
after his stroke,

I was on my own,
and I did fine, okay?

End of story.

Gentlemen, meet various
body parts

of one Angelo Faltisco.

Well...

I guess we can rule out
a household accident.

Are you sure that
this is Faltisco?

Uh, downstairs neighbor
ID'd the head.

Mm-hmm.
So where's that neighbor now?

Uh, squad car.

Her name is Diane Panepento.

Oh.

What's she, uh,
say about this guy?

50s, divorced,

owns a grocery store.

"If any man thinks
that he slays,

or another man thinks
that he is slain,

neither knows
the ways of the truth."

So what's the matter
with Bayliss?

Eh, he's talking
a lot of mumbo-jumbo.

- Well, he almost died.
- I almost died.

And you don't hear me
quoting Hindu.

Well, he's just trying
to make some sense of it all.

Three cops were shot dead
right where you're standing.

- There's no sense in that.
- Tell me something.

The bosses spend
umpteen thousand dollars

rehabbing this old
squad room, right?

We have the same board.

How much could
a new board have cost?

$30? Ooh, $40, maybe?

- It's almost dawn.
- Want a slice of pie,
there, Rene?

How can you eat pizza
this early in the morning?

When the guys are hungry,
they eat.

Anytime, anyplace, anything.

The ways of Homicide
are strange indeed.

Ah, you'll get used to it.

I'm going down
to evidence control.

Okey-dokey, partner.

You know, she was
Miss Anne Arundel County.

Rene Sheppard
was Miss Anne Arundel County?

Oh, she didn't win the big tiara
or go to Atlanta City

or nothing like that, but, uh--

Yeah, she was voted
Miss Congeniality.

Well, sure,
she's very congenial.

- Angelo Faltisco?
- Mm-hmm.

Angelo Faltisco.

I knew Angelo, we went
to the same grade school.

You got any idea why someone
might have wanted to do this?

I was never
really friends with him.

But my cousin, Mario,
they were close.

I'll give Mario a call.

I just saw him two days ago.

I bought some veal from him.
Nice guy. Nice guy.

Oh, Mario, it's Al.
This is urgent.

Give me a call when you come in.
It's important.

You see, this--
this is what I'm talking about.

You see this memo
from the bosses?

Which one? We get three a day.

"In an effort to maintain
the pristine condition

of the newly renovated
squad room,

all Homicide personnel are asked

not to hang personal items
on the wall.

This includes family photos,

sports paraphernalia,
and bumper stickers.

Staff members are also asked
not to use thumbtacks

or Scotch tape to affix--"
and I love that word, affix,

"any papers, schedules,
or menus on said walls."

Let me see that.

How long do you think
we're going to be able

to maintain
this pristine condition?

Not long.

This place is going to be
a dump by Christmas.

It's pretty great
because my foot

is pretty much healed, you know,
and the doctor says

that I'm almost finished
with physical therapy

and I can start, you know,
going out on cases

and, uh, you know, dancing.

Hey, that's great, Ballard.

Homicide. Yeah.

- Yeah.
- Um, hey, uh--

Anybody want any more pizza?
If not, I'm tossing it.

Stivers? Let's vamoose.

- What do we got?
- High Street hijinks.

- You should have asked him.
- Oh, shut up.

You had the chance.
You should have asked.

Ask who what?

Police lodge party.

Ballard here
wants to take Falsone.

- And?
- She's afraid that he'll say no.

Uh, it's a little bit
more complicated than that.

You know,
he's divorced, he has a kid,

he still has issues with his ex.

Even so, if you want something,

you should just step up
and declare.

Would you care to go
to the soiree...

with me?

I thought you were married.

Separated.

Issue-free.

Chugging into
the divorce station.

So what do you say? Huh?

You want to trip
the light fantastic?

Okay. Sure.

See how easy it is?

- No, it's not that easy.
- You should just ask her.

You don't think
height's a problem?

Height? Ballard is 5'3".

Ballard?
I'm talking about Rene Sheppard.

Oh.

- Man, she's what, 5'8", 5'9"?
- Yeah.

And me on my best day, I'm 5'8".

- Right.
- What's the matter?

Nothing, we're here.

What's with the water?

You'll see.

Vic's name
is Leo Grimaldi, 50s, widowed.

Leo's son, who lives with him,
says he was out all night.

Came home to find the old guy.
The bathtub overflowing.

Sweet Jesus.

After my mom died in June...

my dad came here
to live with me.

It was a little cramped,
but we get by.

You were out 'til dawn.

I-- I got a girl,
sometimes I stay over there.

Can we have
her name and address?

Olivia Burgess, 662 Calvert.

- Road?
- Street.

- North?
- South.

- Why you gotta bother her?
- To confirm your story.

You don't think
I did this, do you?

Killed my dad?

We just need
to check everything out.

Did he have any enemies?

Look, my father's
never gonna be canonized,

but enemies?

Jeez, I don't know.

Falsone. Come here.

What's up?

Well, a few hours ago,
a few blocks away,

we had another male,
uh, same age.

Same slice and dice.

So what are you telling me?

Well, I think that these murders
are connected somehow.

Why don't you ask your guy if
the victim knew Angelo Faltisco?

He did. Now, what's the story?

Uh, Grimaldi's son came home

and found his old man
lying in the tub,

looking like chop suey.

- Joey's inside?
- Yeah.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry. Oh.

I don't know.

The world today has gone crazy.

I'm gonna go
around the corner...

and talk to my cousin.

I'll see you both
back at headquarters.

So, what,

Gee's father was Italian
and his mother was Black?

- Yeah.
- Huh.

- It must have been tough.
- What?

Uh, growing up half-breed,
being accepted,

figuring out
what your loyalties are.

Gee's loyalties
are to the Balto PD.

No, I mean before that, John.
He wasn't always a cop.

You sure about that?

Mario?

It's Al.

Oh, my God.

Faltisco, Grimaldi, Giardello.

All three murders
happened last night.

According to the ME, the victims
were stabbed, then dismembered.

Any sign of a murder weapon?

We're looking for a regular
kitchen knife and a hacksaw.

Do any of the victims
have a record for drug dealing?

Not that we know of.

Do you think
this is mob-connected?

There is no Mafia in Baltimore.

Spoken like a true Sicilian.

All right, Ballard, Gharty,
Lewis, Sheppard,

why don't you canvass
the neighborhoods?

Munch, Stivers,
uh, Falsone, and myself,

we're gonna question
the victims' families.

- You don't come visit enough.
- I know, Nonna.

- Who? Who did this?
- We don't know yet.

We don't know.

Al, listen to me.

Find those bastards.

So, who do you think
might have killed your brother?

Mario was the sweetest
man on Earth.

He was kind, generous.

Do you know that
when Al's wife was dying,

my brother was over
at that house every single day,

rain or snow, caring for her.

And he made sure
that all her medical bills

were covered by the insurance.

The chemo and everything.

He went to his supervisor
and he said...

"We gotta do this.

This is sangue del mio sangue,"

blood of my blood.

Hey, you been out canvassing
the neighborhood?

- Oh, yeah.
- Anything?

Well, we talked to everybody
from Pratt Street

to Eastern Avenue.

Angelo, Leo and Mario
were just your ordinary Joes.

You know,
the occasional shouting match
or bad bet aside,

they should have lived
long enough

to collect Social Security.

Hmm.

Say, Paul, are you gonna go
to that lodge party?

Yeah.

I was thinking
maybe we could go together.

You know, truth is, Ballard,
I'm hoping to have a date.

- A date?
- Yeah.

You know,
if it doesn't work out,

sure, I'll drive you over.

"I'll drive you over."

My father and Angelo...

they never had much time
for us kids.

They'd say,
"Go, play in traffic."

But Mario,
he'd horse around with us.

He'd give us, uh, dimes,
a sip of his beer.

Maybe it's because he never
had any boys of his own,
I don't know.

- Do you know Al's son, Michael?
- No.

Mario loved Mike.

I mean,
he loved Al's daughters, too.

Don't get me wrong. But...

he and Mike,
they had a special kind of bond.

They were more like
father and son than Al and Mike.

Really?

Poor guy must be broken-hearted.

I wonder if he's coming
in from Arizona for the funeral.

I died, you know,
after I got shot.

You mean, you had
a near-death experience?

Oh, no. Not near-death.

I, uh, actually died.

You mean, you were going
towards a bright light

and all your ancestors
were waving howdy?

No.

It was more like I, uh--
more like I could feel all the--

I don't know,
the different parts of me,

the elements that make up
my physical presence,

water, air, earth.

I could feel them...

breaking apart, dissipating.

Yeah, becoming one with, uh...

...the greatest force of energy
in the universe.

Tim, this Zen detective thing

is starting to really rub
my rectum in the wrong way.

Oh, I don't expect you
to understand

unless you understand, John.

That's exactly
what I'm talking about.

- What?
- It's like being partnered
with a fortune cookie.

You know,
interviewing Gee's relatives,

you get to find out a lot more
than you knew before.

For instance,
did you know that Gee,

when he was seven years old,
could speak two languages?

- No.
Did you know he was prom king?
- No.

Did you know that his son
and he haven't talked

since Gee's wife died?

- Yes.
- Oh.

Which should make the next few
moments incredibly interesting.

Why's that?

Here comes his son,
Mike Giardello.

So what the hell happened?

We don't know.

You don't know?

Yet.

How's Arizona?

Hot, dry.

How's the FBI?

Cold, wet.

Still seeing that girl?

- Jodell?
- Yes.

- No.
- Huh.

Mm.

- You don't have any leads?
- We'll get the sons of bitches.

- Do you have any leads?
- No.

- Nice car.
- I rented it at the airport.

- I'd have picked you up.
- I figured you'd be busy.

I could have sent somebody.

You know, it's too bad
neither of your sisters

could have made it
back here for the funeral.

Charisse is pregnant.
She can't fly.

- And Teresa didn't seem to care.
- No.

- Why didn't you call me?
- Huh?

To tell me about Mario.

Why didn't you pick up
the damn phone

and dial my number?

Well...

Charisse said she wanted to.

Charisse says you asked her to.

- We better get back inside.
- Yeah.

There she is.
Miss Anne Arundle County.

That was a long time ago,
Falsone.

- What, are you ashamed?
- Ashamed?

Last year, I got assigned
to the Fugitive Squad.

The boys down there
had a field day

with my being
a former beauty queen.

They assumed because
I'd been in some pageant

I couldn't also be a detective.

I spent every single day
trying to live that stigma down.

Thought when I got
transferred to Homicide,
you guys would be different.

- We are.
- Prove it.

Treat me like a regular cop.

Treat you
like a regular cop, huh?

- You know what I mean.
- Yeah, it's only--

Well, I never wanted to ask
Munch or Gharty for a date.

- Lodge party.
- Sorry. I'm with someone else.

- Who?
- Meldrick.

Meldrick? Meldrick's married.

He's separated. Almost divorced.

- Is that what he told you?
- Yes.

- Okay. Then, that's the story.
- What?

Well, if Meldrick told you
that he and Barbara are split,
then, fine.

I would never
contradict Meldrick.

Go with him.
Have-- have a blast.

Are you saying
that he's lying to me?

- No, he's not lying.
- Are you lying?

- No.
- Falsone.

- Hello, Naomi.
- Hey there, stranger.

- Sorry about Mario.
- Oh, thanks.

Hey, have you seen
Detective Falsone around?

- Uh, right here.
- Yeah, it's me.

Falsone, Michael Giardello.

- Hello.
- Mike.

Sorry about your cousin.

That's what
I came to see you about.

- Any new leads in the case?
- I wish.

- Anything I can do to help?
- Help?

Uh, I'm a special agent
with the FBI in Phoenix.

Oh, I appreciate the offer,

but we're working the case
pretty hard.

Of course. It's just, uh--

Well, I mean,
if I could look at the file,

it might spark
something that, well,

something that
because you didn't know Mario

may have slipped by?

Oh, yeah.
I got the case file right here.

Hey, Michael. Sorry. Forgive me.

Look, it-- I've been
on Homicide a year now,

and I'm getting so
that I don't trust anybody.

Why don't you ask
your father for the file?

You're right to be
suspicious, Detective.

The truth is I won't ask
my father for the file.

Why not?

Because I don't ask
my father for anything.

- And I doubt if I did,
he'd say yes.
- I can't give this to you.

I can't afford
to piss the Lieutenant off.

Do you get along
with your dad, Detective?

Yeah, of course he's dead,

so that cuts
the arguments down to a minimum.

Did you get along with him
when he was alive?

Not all the time.

You got a kid, right?

Yeah. How'd you know that?

Do you want
the same relationship with him

that you had with your father?

No.

My cousin was as dear to me
as my own mother.

I want justice for him.

Now, I can either
work with you or on my own.

Thanks, Falsone.

Yeah.

- Nonna.
- Hm?

- I went over
the case file today.
- Hmm.

The Homicide Unit.
They've got no answers.

I was wondering
if there's anything

that you can think of,
anything at all,

that might help us tie
these three deaths together.

I cannot remember
even yesterday.

No, no, no.
Not from yesterday, Nonna.

From-- it doesn't matter
how many years ago.

No.

What? What? There is something.
I can see it in your face.

I swore I'd never tell a soul.

Nonna, this is me, Michele.

In 60 years of marriage,

I never once broke
a promise to Salvatore.

I'm not going to start now.

Even if it helps us
catch Mario's killers?

- Ask your father.
- My father?

He knows the whole story.

Ask him to tell you
about Carlo Roletta.

Ask him.

- Meldrick.
- Yeah.

I've changed my mind
about the lodge party.

Ah, well, you know,

we could always, uh,
go to a movie.

I got the movie listings
right here.

No, I want to go to the party,
but not with you.

- Ouch.
- I don't mean it like that.

Look, I just got out
of a bad relationship,

and you're in the middle
of a divorce.

We're partners, so I don't want
to muddy up the waters

any more than
they already are, okay?

Yeah, absolutely. Makes sense.

Let's keep
our relationship professional.

Strictly professional.

You hear that?

Huh? Did you hear that?

Have you ever considered
dating a prostitute?

- No, why?
- Well,

a prostitute
is a professional, right?

That way, you can keep
the relationship professional,

and still get laid.

- My father gone?
- Oh, hey.

Uh, yeah, he went home
to get some sleep,

he's been going nonstop
for days.

Yeah, the funeral's tomorrow.
Did you find anything?

Huh, just came in.

Roletta, Carlo,
convicted July 10th, 1973,

racketeering and extortion.

Sentenced to 40 years.

Released after 25.
Guess when he came out?

- This week?
- Tuesday.

- Thanks a lot. Hmm?
- Hey, Bayliss, Stivers.
It's Mike Giardello.

- Oh, hey, nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you, as well.

Mike got a tip
that our three murders

were somehow tied
to a man named Carlo Roletta.

Old Carlo
just sprung from Jessup.

What did Faltisco, Grimaldi,

and your cousin
have to do with Roletta?

Evidently, that's a deep,
dark family secret.

So before you talk to Roletta,
you better find out.

And how do we do that?

Interrogate your boss.

Gee.

Can we, uh,
talk to you for a minute?

Carlo Roletta.

Of course.

Roletta was
a small-time from Chicago.

Came down to Charm City in '72

to try to take over
the dock workers' union.

Go pick him up.

Gee, we haven't been able
to figure out

why he'd even want to kill them.

It was another lifetime ago.

My cousin, Angelo,
and Leo were longshoremen.

When Roletta tried to move in,

Mario blew the whistle,
and put Roletta away.

I want you to go
and bring the bastard in.

- Okay.
- Bring him in.

Now, wait a minute.
Where'd you two get this tip?

Where'd you get it?

Hey, Lieutenant,
you know, you reveal the source

- and it'll dry up on you.
- Yeah, listen. Listen.

You get another tip like that,
come and talk to me about it.

I don't want you to discuss
this case with anybody.

Capisce?

- Capisce.
- All right, go ahead.

Baltimore Police.

Baltimore Police,
please open the door.

Just a minute.

Yes? Can I help you?

We need to speak
to Carlo Roletta.

- About what?
- Is he here?

- Yes.
- Can we talk to him?

Sure, come on in.

You can talk all you want.
He won't answer.

- Maybe he's faking.
- No, I spoke to his doctor.

Carlo suffered
a cerebral hemorrhage.

His doctor says he's brain dead.

Maybe the doctor's lying.

Should we get a second opinion?

How about we stand at the foot
of his bed and go "boo"?

Listen, uh, Gee,
I'm really sorry.

It doesn't seem that,
uh, Carlo Roletta is the guy.

He's the guy, all right.
Pure and simple.

This is a vendetta.

If he didn't do it,
somebody in his family did.

Get a warrant,
and search Roletta's house.

We need probable cause.

Tell the judge that
on the day of sentencing,

Roletta swore that
when he got out, he'd get even.

Okay.
Well, we'd better rock and roll.

If the murderer knows
we're on to him,

he's probably gotten rid
of the murder weapon.

Detective Falsone.

Mike Giardello here.

Before you guys went
to the Roletta house

with the search warrant,

his son, Charlie,
left the place with a gym bag.

I followed him to,
uh, Poppleton Street,

where I watched him throw
the bag down a sewer grate.

Now, do you think that you can
get city services over here?

We'd have to notify
the Lieutenant.

- Well, then, notify him.
- He's going to ask
how I know where to look.

So tell him.

Since when do you give
case files to outsiders?

- He's your son.
- I don't give a damn.

He's not
a Baltimore police officer.

He's not involved
in this investigation.

Look, Gee, I-- I know
you've got a lot of crap

you've got to work out
with Mike.

All I want to do
is catch the killer.

Maybe if you two stopped
spitting at each other,
that'd be what you want, too.

You watch your mouth, Falsone,

or you'll find yourself back
in Auto Theft chasing hub caps.

- Yes, sir.
- Now get the hell
out of my office.

Give me Public Works.

What do you got here,
Wayne?

Oh, look at that.

- Oh, look at that.
- That's what you were
looking for.

- Where's your brother, Charlie?
- Why do you want to know?

I got a warrant for his arrest.

Come on.

We got the gym bag, Charlie.
We got the knife.

We got the hacksaw
you used to chop up the bodies.

How much more do I need
to fry your sorry ass, huh?

Bayliss.

Huh? What more do we need?
What's up?

- We just got the report back
from the crime lab.
- Oh, yeah, and?

The fingerprints on the murder
weapon aren't Charlie's.

What? Whose are they?

His sister's, Mary Lynn.

We got your hair,
we got your fingerprints,

we got murder weapon
with your fingerprints on it.

You helped.

- Speak up. Save yourself.
- You seeing this,
come on.

Why are you lying?

Why are you lying to me?
I'm going to find the killer.

Tell the truth about it, huh?
Tell the truth about the bag.

We know,
'cause we have a witness
who saw where you put the bag.

How do you think
we got that bag?

This came out of it.

Charlie's just a stupid punk
with attitude, and no brains.

Yeah, the sister's
a real piece of work.

She tells me how her family
moved here from Chicago

when she was four.
And after Carlo got busted,

Mommy went a little loony.

So they stayed here
in Baltimore to be near Daddy.

Touching family sagas aside,
gentlemen...

we have no confessions.

If you ask me,
we're not going to get them.

Yeah, when it comes to silences,
we Italians, we have the patent.

So our best guess is what?

Roletta was waiting
until he got out of prison

to go after the three men
who betrayed him.

He wanted to take care
of them himself.

Right, right,
only his brain fizzled,

so his daughter,
she finished the job

and she was aided
by the brother.

We have the murder weapons.

Well, the lab came back and said

that the, uh, bloodstains
on the knife and the hacksaw,

they matched Faltisco
and Grimaldi.

- Not Mario's?
- No, sir.

We also have a witness that says

he saw Charlie toss
the gym bag in the sewer.

My son, Michael.

Well, as the relative
of one of the deceased,

his credibility
might be doubted by a jury.

He's an FBI agent.

In today's world that won't help
his credibility, either.

Since we only have Faltisco
and Grimaldi's blood
on the weapon,

I say we try to convict
on those murders alone.

That way Michael's testimony
won't seem so biased.

All right.

You understand
what I'm saying, Al.

Technically, Mario's murder
will never be closed.

His name will--
will be in red forever.

I understand.

Do you wanna dance?

No.

Do you want a drink?

No.

I do. Be right back.

Hey, Billie Lou.

What are you doing here?

- I'm John's date.
- Oh, really?

Yeah, the more Billie Lou
works for me at The Waterfront,

the more beguiling she becomes.

- Oh, really?
- Are you here with Flora?

- Who?
- Your wife, Flora.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, yeah. Yeah.

Have you seen the Lieutenant?

Uh, no, no, no,
he's not gonna be here tonight.

Why not?

Well, he usually hates
these events in general,

but, you know,
with his cousin's death,

he's gonna be with his family.

Hey, Bayliss, how's it feel
being back on the job?

Huh? Good, good, good.

You know, it's-- it's good.

Everything's different,
but everything's the same.

People come, people go.

You live your life, and you die.
You know?

But I think-- I think that the--
the trick is--

is that you accept it all,
you know?

You just try to accept
the whole package,

good or bad, as a gift.

- A gift.
- As a gift.

You know, I mean,
I'm still here, right?

Hey, hey, hey, Terri.
Shall we dance?

- You wanna?
- Let's boogie, baby.

Okay, guys. See ya.

- He's in a flux.
- Flux you.

Holy-moly.

They're doing this
to torture us, you know?

I know that.

I say we ignore them.

I say we frisk 'em.

I was on my way home.
I saw your light on.

- Just cleaning up.
- You need any help?

No.

You know, Mario left you
this place in his will.

- He did?
- Mm-hmm.

He already paid off
the mortgage.

It's all free and clear.

He and I built this wall.

What was it,
uh, some 30 years ago?

I remember.

Hey, Michael.

How could you?
You were a little baby.

You know...

you did excellent police work
in this case, Michael.

Wasn't police work so much
knowing about la famiglia.

It's all about the family.

You know,
I know you and your sisters

have some resentment,
uh, towards me because you--

You think
I wasn't there for you, and...

You were there,
even though you weren't.

Mom always talked about you.

Said you were out
doing important things.

I was.

What's more important
than raising your children?

What's more important than
taking care of your dying wife?

Catching bad guys?

Becoming the first
Black lieutenant

in an all-white department?

Look,

I got to finish cleaning up.

I want to tell you
something about Mario.

I know all about Mario.

Mario, Angelo,
and Leo helped Roletta

get into dock workers' union.

Yeah, they knew he was dirty.

But he offered them
money, power,

and they jumped at the chance.

Things got hairy, and...

Mario wanted out.

So he came to you,
and confessed his involvement.

And you made arrangements
with the feds

so the three of them
could testify against Roletta,
and stay free.

- How long have you known that?
- Only since yesterday.

By trying to help Mario,
I thought I was doing
a good thing.

Funny how after 25 years,
I can see a good thing turn bad.

If it wasn't for me,

he and the others
wouldn't be dead.

I always thought
Mario was such an innocent.

I guess no matter
what you think about a person,

no matter
how you feel about them,

there's always another side,
another story.

For whatever pain...

that I caused you
and your sisters, I am sorry.

But I want you to know
I thank God every day

for your life.

I hate Arizona.

Yeah.

Yeah, it's too hot. Too dry.

Too Anglo-Saxon.

Really?

I've been thinking
about asking the Bureau

for a little time off.

Maybe a transfer.

Oh, hmm.

Yeah, so...

Mario left his place to me, huh?

I always felt at home here.

It could use
a little work, though.

Well, I could help-- you know,

help you fix it up, and--

Yeah?

Well, first thing I want to do
is take down this wall.

Yeah, all right, Michael.
Good night.

Good night.

Hey, Gee.

I need a little help
on the Abbott case.

All right, well, let me find it
in my office.