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That is the last time
you drive me to a crime scene.

- What did I do?
- What didn't you do?

You ride the brake,
you tailgate,

you change lanes
without signaling.

And there was that red light
you ran back on Boston.

No, no, no.
That light was yellow.

Yellowish.

Besides, I've heard
about all your accidents.

None of which were my fault.

You rear-ended a parked ME van.

How was that not your fault?

Keys.

- Who's the dead guy?
- David Ralston.

Single entrance wound.
Upper torso.

Who called it in?

Neighbor knocked,
complaining about a loud TV.

Nobody answered. He dialed 911.

That wouldn't happen
to be the murder weapon

you got in your hand there,
would it?

This gun's fully loaded.
Hasn't been fired.

Found it lying next to the body.

Any signs of a break-in?

No. Nothing seems to be missing.

Has he got a wife or a roommate?

Lives here with his brother,
who wasn't home tonight.

Aside from that,
the next of kin is the mother,

a Mrs. Faye Ann Ralston.

Lives on Eastern, in Kent.

Is he talking to you there, Doc?

Gunshot to the chest.
Likely cause of death.

No harm in going
with the obvious.

- It's funny.
- What's funny?

There's two
of everything in here.

Two chairs, two sofas,

two matching ashtrays,
on two matching coffee tables.

Well, Hoskins
just got through saying

that the guy lived here
with his brother.

Two televisions?

Well, maybe they couldn't decide
between Hercules and Xena.

All right,
well, let's go ask Mom.

Hey, bag him up there, Doc.

- Mrs. Ralston?
- Yes.

I'm Detective Lewis.

This is Detective Sheppard.

Baltimore City Homicide.

Yes?

We're here about your son.

What about him?

Your son was found dead
this evening, ma'am.

Mom?

What is it?

It's the police.

Can I help you?

Biker magazine. Huh.

Stuart, I always thought of you

as a Reader's Digest
kind of guy.

Hey, I'm not a Reader's Digest
kind of guy.

Maybe I look like
a Reader's Digest kind of guy.

But inside, you're a red-hot
biker-of-the-moment kind of guy,

just waiting to break out, right?

Well, like Bayliss says,

my outer self is no longer
representative of my inner self.

I need a change.

Homicide, Ballard.

I'm thinking of buying
a motorcycle.

Great.

Okay, Easy Rider. Let's go.

We got a dead teen
over at Hopkins.

- What's that?
- What's what?

- That.
- That?

That's a book
that I got for Rene.

-Zen for Beginners?
- Yeah.

She was asking me some questions
about Buddhism.

And you're concerned
with her spiritual well-being.

Absolutely.

Well, you know,
I probably am also thinking

she might go out with me.

Let me get this straight.

You're interested in Rene
romantically?

Yeah. Yeah, why not?

She's single, she's beautiful,
and she's very open-minded.

I knew it about you
all along, Timmy.

What's that, John?

Beneath all that dogma,
you're still a dog.

So, you and David
were identical twins, huh?

Yeah.

David was five minutes older.

Do you know who killed him?

No.

Do you have any idea
who might have wanted him dead?

Of course not.

It must have been a burglar.

When's the last time
you saw your brother alive?

This afternoon. Sometime.

You got here at five.

Drive's about 20 minutes.

So that would've meant
you left the house
at about 20 of five, huh?

Yeah, that sounds about right.

What were your brother's plans
for this evening?

Um, his girlfriend, Susan Dehen,
was coming over to the house.

That's why Adam
was spending the night here,

to give them privacy.

Do you know where
Susan Dehen is now?

If she wasn't at the house,
she's probably home.

I'll get you her address.

Victim's name is Scotty Myers,

gunshot to the head.

He say anything
about who shot him?

- Nope, ADASTW.
- What?

"Arrived dead,
and stayed that way."

He had already bled out
when his friend brought him in.

And where is this friend?

Waiting in the hall.

- There's more to the story.
- How much more?

Kid claims--

he drove the victim to the ER
as soon as he got shot.

- What? You don't believe him?
- Not with that much bleeding.

The bullet didn't kill
the victim outright.

He bled to death
in the car on the way here.

Is this the kid?

What's his name?

So,

David is dead,

and as far as you know,

I'm the last person
to see him alive?

What time did you leave David's
house tonight, Miss Dehen?

Probably around seven,

7:30.

- Can anyone verify that?
- No.

You don't believe me?

Well, it just seems
a little odd, you know.

You're coming home
from a date at seven, 7:30.

What can I say? I got fed up.

- Fed up by what?
- Too much twinage.

David and Adam lived together.

They worked together.
They ate together.

Watched television together.
Went to bed at the same time.

This past summer,

David took me away
for the weekend.

A beautiful
bed and breakfast in Vermont.

Guess who showed up?

Adam spent the evening
at his mother's house

to give you two time alone.

It's because I told David

I wouldn't sleep
with him anymore

with his brother in the house.

Tonight Adam
wasn't in the house.

You still got fed up?

I never had a chance with David.

He wasn't in love with me.

He was in love
with his twin brother.

So you and Scotty were
just sitting in the parked car
minding your own business,

and somebody just drove by,
and shot him in the head?

Yeah. And then I drove him here.

I mean,
I thought he would be okay.

He was even
talking to me in the car.

What street were you on?

- Eager.
- Eager.

And that's what,
like, ten minutes away?

They must have hit traffic.

I don't think
there was that much traffic.

Listen, the nurse told us

that Scotty bled to death
before he got here.

So if you drove him here
right after he got shot,

and there wasn't
that much traffic,

then what is it
that took so long?

Maybe there was more traffic
than I thought.

These are minutes
I'm going to be begging for

on my deathbed.

I think I'm going to lock you up
for shooting your friend.

Wait a minute.
I didn't shoot him.

- Sit down.
- Listen, Dean.

Why don't you just tell us what
really happened tonight, okay?

All right. We weren't on Eager.

We were in DC.

Washington, DC. Doing what?

Buying crystal meth.

How did Scotty get shot?

All right.

We pull up to make a buy,

and this dealer says
he wants 950 an ounce.

And Scotty says, "Screw you,
we only pay eight in Baltimore."

And that's when
this dealer freaks out,
he pulls out his gun,

and he shoots Scotty
in the head.

- And then what?
- That's when I drove him here.

You drove him
all the way to Baltimore.

There wasn't a closer hospital?

We had to come back.

If our parents found out
we were scoring meth in DC,

they'd kill us.

You think Susan Dehen
murdered David Ralston?

Out of jealousy?

Yeah, maybe.

Or the twin could have done it.

Because I was thinking
there was something real hinky

about those two.

Tweedledee and Tweedledum,

they were all inseparable,
you know,

and then all of a sudden
a girlfriend comes along.

Maybe Adam was the jealous one.

So, what do we do now?

Well, wait for the autopsy.

Wait for the crime lab.

Hope that some shred of evidence

unerringly and conclusively
points to a suspect.

- Until then we go home.
- Unless we try
to make last call.

I thought you said you wanted
to keep this relationship
strictly professional.

I was talking about a beer.

Not foreplay.

Hey, Mike Giardello.

- I didn't know
you were still in town.
- Hey.

I decided
to stick around a few weeks.

I'm fixing up
my cousin Mario's place.

- Visiting family.
- Good for you.

- Hey, Falsone.
- Yeah?

Buy you a drink?

I never refuse free alcohol.

I'll take a Jack Daniels, rocks.

So, what's up?

I've been thinking
about moving back to Baltimore.

Yeah?

Well, I can understand that.
This is your home.

I want to spend some time
with my grandmother.

And my father.

He and I aren't going to have
any kind of relationship

if I'm living in Arizona.

Can the FBI
move you to Baltimore?

I put in for a transfer.

The field office
only has openings

for agent liaisons
to the local police department.

Yeah, I heard
about those agent liaisons.

I think Vice had
a couple of Feds last year.

Thanks.

I'm thinking about putting into
one of those assignments to CIB.

Oh, yeah?
Hey, if you ask my opinion,
I'm all for it.

- You'd be welcome.
- Yeah?

Yeah, you were a big help
in your cousin's murder.

Actually, we put it down
because of you.

Well, I got
an appointment tomorrow.

I mean, assuming
the Bureau approves the transfer

and the department
has no objections,

there's only one hurdle.

What's that?

Breaking the news to my father.

Scotty Myers
was shot in his car, in DC,

during a drug buying expedition.

But he wound up dead
in a Baltimore hospital.

Kid bled to death while
they were driving to the ER.

Yeah, so this is a homicide.

The question is,
is it a Baltimore homicide
or a DC homicide?

What about the friend
that drove him to the hospital?

- Can he identify the shooter?
- It was too dark. He was scared.

He's not even sure
what neighborhood they were in.

Well,

this is looking more and more
like it's not our jurisdiction.

Unless you want more red under
your name, Detective Ballard.

Yeah, red's not really my color.

Call DC.

Be friendly. Cooperate.

Share information.

And then stick them
with the case.

I worked for David
and Adam Ralston for five years.

They even had
their desks side by side.

Those two get along okay?

The only time
they ever argued

was when Susan came
to the office.

I don't think Adam liked her.

Were the brothers friendly
with their coworkers?

David and Adam
didn't need anyone else.

It was sort of sweet, actually.

Either sweet or perverted,
I could never decide.

David was definitely
the dominant twin of the two.

- If that's the term for it.
- What makes you say that?

Well,

any time David's girlfriend
came over to the house,

Adam would have to leave.

Adam never had a girlfriend?

Never had a girlfriend.

Or a boyfriend, for that matter.

Guess you gotta take that
into account nowadays.

Adam was always
looking up to David,

watching him.

I got the feeling
he was always trying

to get his brother's attention.

Do you think Adam
was trying to compete

with David's girlfriend?

Yeah.

I think
Adam would have done anything

to keep David all to himself.

Well, a man
with your reputation at the FBI

could have a real career
in Washington.

You were in Arizona because?

- A personal relationship.
- I see.

And now you want
to stay in Baltimore because?

I grew up here.
My family's here.

- Your father's here.
- Yes.

Well, if you come on to CIB,

you're going to be working
with him in Homicide.

You don't think
that'll be a problem?

I don't see why it should be.
We're both professionals.

Of course.

Does Al know you've requested
this assignment?

No, I didn't want to bring it up
if I was gonna be turned down.

Well, we have no reason
to deny the request.

We're lucky to have you.

As soon as we hear
from the Bureau,

we'll make it official.

- I appreciate the opportunity.
- No.

Your father,
he is a terrific man.

Hell of a cop.

I've always been
very supportive of him.

But he does have a tendency,

well, to disregard
the big picture sometimes.

Now, as FBI liaison,

Colonel Barnfather and I
will need to be kept apprised

of your case files.

We understand each other,
don't we?

I think I understand you
perfectly, Captain Gaffney.

Detective Ballard?

Joe Landrewsky, DC Narcotics.

Hey. How you doing?

This is my partner, Stu Gharty.

I wasn't expecting you guys
so soon.

- But here is the file.
- I don't want the file.

How are your boys in DC gonna
work the case without the file?

- We're not taking the case.
- Hey, the kid
was killed in your city.

- You have no proof of that.
- My witness says that
the shooting occurred in DC.

Your witness also said
it was a drive-by in Baltimore.

He was lying about that.

And he's not lying about DC?

Look, my superiors
sent me up here to talk to you.

I've talked to you.
I'm going home.

Excuse me, wait a minute.

I have a 17-year-old boy lying
in the morgue, and nothing else.

You walk away from me right now,
I've got less than nothing.

The least you can do
is talk to my witness.

Give me 20 minutes.

- Ten.
- Deal.

- Opera singing.
- No.

- Clog dancing.
- No.

- A trombone solo.
- No.

Okay, I give up.

What did you do
for the talent competition?

The pageant was a long time ago.

I don't really want
to talk about it.

You didn't juggle
flaming chainsaws, did you?

Well,

it makes me miss the old days.

Which old days?

When my detectives would work
through the day and the night,

exhausted, unwashed, unfed,

tireless in their single-minded
pursuit to close a murder case.

Oh, Gee, Gee,
we're working here.

Then why is David Ralston's name
still on the board in red?

We have a suspect,
the guy's twin brother.

Why isn't the suspect
in the interrogation room?

Because we were hoping

for a little something
more to go on,

like some evidence
or a murder weapon.

What about motive?

Adam Ralston
might have been jealous

of his brother's girlfriend.

You have the potential of making
a fine detective, Sheppard.

Don't pick up
on Lewis's bad habits.

What did I do?

In the past few years,
I've been getting soft,

letting things slide,
accepting less than the best.

This year,
that's all gonna change.

Consider yourselves on notice.

I blame you.

What is it about Sheppard?

- It's her height, isn't it?
- It's not her height.

- It's her hair.
- Right. No, it's not her hair.

It's her height and her hair.

You know, Terri, I came to you
to ask for some insight

because she's a woman,
because you're a woman.

Oh, thanks for noticing.

And I have not had much success
in the past with women.

Well, the only advice
I can give you about Sheppard

is to take a number
behind Lewis, behind Falsone.

No, she's too tall for Falsone.

- I knew it was the height.
- It's not the height.

- I was kidding.
- Yeah, yeah.

Anyway, isn't it all karma?

You know, if you and Rene
were meant to be together,

you'd be together.

Look, what I know about karma

is that the future is shaped

by the way that we choose
to act right now,
in the present moment.

Yeah, so she's already got Lewis
and Falsone panting after her.

If you want to impress Rene,

treat her
like a detective first.

- Yeah, yeah, no, I knew that.
- You knew that.

You know, getting in touch
with the universe

is working for you, Bayliss,

because up until now,

you didn't have
a clue about women.

I know that.

This must be
very difficult for you.

Being without your brother,
you all being so close, and all.

Yeah.

I guess never
in your wildest dreams

would you figure
you'd have to be making

funeral arrangements
for your brother.

No, I...

I don't know, I guess I always
thought we'd die together.

Living together,
working together,

never being separated.

Yeah.

Well, except
when David met Susan.

Oh.

David and I were still together.

I mean, just imagine
how hard that would be,

trying to choose between
the two people you love most

in the whole wide world.

He chose me.

He chose you,
you're his brother, but, uh...

well, Susan's
a very pretty girl.

And as close
as you and your brother were,

there were some things
you just couldn't share.

Intimacy.

Sex.

Look, if--

if you're trying to say
that there were problems

between my brother and me,

you're wrong, okay?

There wasn't anybody
who could come between us, ever.

End of story, okay?

Look, there are arrangements

I have to make
for David's wake, so...

Unless you're saying
I have to stay.

No, I'm not saying
you have to stay.

Good, so, you'll let me know
when I can get the body back?

Yeah, I'll put
in a call to the ME.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

Oh, Mr. Ralston.

You always wear two watches?

One was David's.

I found it in his dresser.
He never wore it.

He only got it
because I had one.

He always thought we--

we had to have
two of everything.

Where is the crime lab report?

On your desk, why?

David Ralston's unfired weapon,

the one we found
next to his body,

was loaded with
copper jacketed rounds,

huh, .38s.

The ME pulled...

a copper jacketed. 38 caliber
round out of David's chest.

So he was shot with a. 38.
It's a common model.

No, he was shot with exactly
the same type of weapon

using the same type
of ammunition

as his own gun,
the gun that he had, himself.

I didn't think nothing of it
when I was reading the report,

but you said it yourself
at the crime scene.

Adam and David owned
two of everything.

We only found one gun.

Adam's gun is missing.

Now, if we tell Adam
that we got the murder weapon,

he knows we're lying.

But maybe his mama won't.

We get her to admit
she made up the alibi.

She's covering for her son.

Come on, let's go.

Let's pay another visit
to old Mrs. Ralston.

Okay, so, Dean,

you and Scotty
were somewhere in DC.

You pull over
to make a drug buy,

and the dealer
shot Scotty in the head.

That's what happened.

We need to know
what the dealer looked like.

- I don't remember.
- Are you sure you were in DC?

Yeah, I'm sure I was in DC.
Definitely.

Let's just get back to basics.

This drug dealer,
he's Black, he's white?

He's Black.

- Ah, there we go,
that's a start.
- I'm pretty sure.

- What height?
- I don't remember.

I was sitting
in the car the whole time.

Look, can you remember
anything at all,

the way that he was dressed, anything?

There was one thing.

One of his buddies
on the sidewalk

was calling him
by his street name.

- What name?
- Jojo.

- Is that it? Just Jojo?
- Jojo?

Jojo or Hojo.

You know, maybe it was Tiny.

Might have been Tiny.

- It was probably my fault.
- What was your fault?

Well, I always treated them
exactly the same.

I knew they were different.

If I had treated them that way,
like two separate individuals,

maybe they wouldn't have felt

they had to compete with
each other their whole lives.

You weren't surprised to hear
about David's death, were you?

I don't know what you mean.

Last night, when we told you,
you weren't shocked by the news.

You already knew.

No.

Look, if this was an accident,
you need to tell us, all right?

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

Adam was with me all night.

You're his mother.
Are you lying to protect him?

So what if I am? He's my son.

Well, what about
your other son, huh?

Don't you want to see
his killer brought to justice?

David's dead. Adam's alive.

I lost one son.
I won't lose two.

I am a very convincing old lady.

I will get up on the stand

and put my hand on the Bible,

and with tears in my eyes,
I will swear...

that Adam was with me all night.

We need to go talk to Adam.

He's at the funeral home.

Those two could
never stay apart.

- Hello, Al.
- Captain.

I just got a call from DC.

They told me you're trying
to dump a Homicide case on them.

It's a jurisdictional matter.

A boy got shot in DC,

wound up
in a Baltimore hospital.

My detectives
shouldn't have to take a case

that occurred in DC.

DC should take the case.

My head is spinning.
But none of that matters.

Chief of Police in DC put in
a schmooze call to Barnfather.

They don't want this murder
any more than you do.

Barnfather assured Washington
that we'd figure it out.

How am I supposed to do that?

I guess you just
have to figure it out.

Oh, by the way, Al,
nice boy you got there.

- Really nice kid.
- You met my son?

- Didn't he tell you?
- Tell me what?

I'm surprised
he didn't mention it.

Mention what?

Well, Mike's applied
for a transfer to Baltimore.

He's going to be working as
a special agent liaison to CIB,

including Homicide.

Personally, I think it is
a real coup for the department.

- He didn't tell you?
- Of course.

I just didn't know he was
meeting with you about it.

Uh-huh. Well...

toodles, Al.

Naomi, get my son,

and tell him
I want to talk to him.

And get Ballard and Gharty.

Tell them
I want them in my office.

Now.

This is a joke.

The shooting occurred in DC.

The kid was telling
the truth about that.

What am I supposed to do?

Go out and arrest some
nondescript Black drug dealer

named Jojo or Hojo?

- Or possibly Tiny?
- I've heard enough.

- Ballard and Gharty
are working this case.
- Lieutenant--

And being that this is
technically a DC jurisdiction,

Landrewsky,
you're working the case, too.

What does that mean?

I mean that you're all
working together.

One happy little
law enforcement trio.

All for one, and one for all.

Work together.
How are we supposed to do that?

You'll just have
to figure it out.

And not in my office.

So what now?

Well, we could take
the kid to Washington.

- And do what?
- Drive him around.

Maybe trigger his memory.

There's a finite number
of drug corners, even in DC.

Yeah, but do you really think
that's going to get us anywhere?

Do you have a better idea?

No.

Well, come on.
We can take my car.

Yeah, come on.
We can take his car.

Hi.

What are you doing here?
Did you get a break in the case?

- We need to talk to you, Adam.
- Sure.

- What do you want?
- We talked to your mother.

We know what it was like
between you and your brother.

She said she tried
to treat you the same,

but it didn't work.

- You were different.
- We're not different.

Oh, yeah, you are.
For one, he's older.

Stronger, smarter.

People liked him better
than they like you, Adam.

And the girls
liked him a lot better.

There were always girls around.

Girls aren't important to me.

Oh yeah, he ever
tease you about that?

Rub your nose in it
a little bit, maybe?

I mean, that would be
the natural thing to do.

He didn't tease me.

Well, maybe
it was worse than that.

Maybe he felt sorry for you.

- No.
- Was that it? Huh?

He felt sorry
for his little brother?

The weak one?

The unpopular one? The runt?

Or did he despise you? Huh?

See, I know a little
something about that.

See, I'm an older brother.

And I know what it's like
to hate somebody

just because they're
never going to be like me.

Except I am as good as David.

- I'm just as good as he is.
- He had a life.

He had a relationship
with a real woman.

He was more man
than you are ever going to be.

That's not true.
I know that's not true.

You want to lie to yourself?
You want to lie to me?

You want to lie to her?
Hmm? Come here.

Look at your brother.

Hmm? Look at him.

He knows what happened.

And he is never going
to forgive you for killing him.

He'll never forgive you.

Anything look familiar, Dean?

No, these streets
are so confusing.

Well, we've got plenty more
neighborhoods to cover.

Wait, right over there,
right over there.

What,
do you recognize something?

No, never mind.

So, this is a drug
confiscated vehicle, huh?

Yep, the department
has plenty of these sports cars.

I was thinking
of buying a new car.

Maybe a motorcycle.

Maybe I should get me
one of these Mustangs.

I could use some shades, though, right?

- You want to drive?
- Can I?

- Sure, I'll pull over.
- Stuart.

What?

Just, uh, you know,
take it for a test drive.

See how it fits.

- Hey, hey, hey,
I just thought of something.
- What?

The street
that Scotty and I were on,

it was right near
one of these monuments.

What kind of monument?

Like, sort of an old dude
on a horse.

An old dude?

On a horse.

You wanted to see me?

You went to see Gaffney
before you come to me?

It was chain of command.

Gaffney and Barnfather
were the ones

who had to approve
the assignment.

So when was I going
to find out about it?

Walk out of my office one day,

and see you at a desk,
working murder cases?

- Oh, come on, don't.
- What?

Was I even
going to be consulted?

Do you have a problem
with my work in CIB?

Hey, what if I did?

Well, if you don't want
to work with me, of course.

Yeah, I'll respect that.

Is that what you're saying?
You don't want me?

- No, that's not what I'm saying.
- Well, then, what?

All I'm saying is that I would
have liked to have been
consulted,

that's all.

Oh, now you want to be asked.

All my life,
I had to make my own decisions.

I never needed
to consult with you before.

If you're going
to work Homicide,

you better learn to start.

Hey, Bayliss.

- Hey, Rene.
- Thanks for the book.

Oh, you're welcome.

So how's the case coming?

I hear that the suspect
is the guy's twin brother?

- Sibling rivalry gone twisted.
- Oh.

You think you could
ever murder your own brother?

Hmm, well, I got a cousin
who's like a brother to me,

but, uh, no,
I couldn't murder him.

I don't have any brothers.
I have an older sister.

Growing up, I hated her guts.

- Hmm.
- Still...

I don't think I could kill her.

Maybe wound her a little bit.

- Hey, Rene.
- Yeah?

Glad you liked the book.

Hey.

Hey.

- Hey, Sheppard,
come on, we gotta roll.
- What's up?

Adam Ralston's holed up
in his house with a gun.

Hey, Jasper.

- Is all this hoopla necessary?
- Depends.

If the guy wants to kill
himself, that's his business.

As long as he doesn't try
to take anyone else with him.

Well, look, I know this guy.
I got a relationship with him.

I figure if I talk to him,
maybe I'll get the gun off him.

- I'm going in with you.
- No, you ain't.

Oh, would you say that
if I were a man?

Damn right, I seen
enough people shot this year.

Yeah, well, I'm going in anyway.

- Rene, come on.
- Look.

I'm your partner, Meldrick.

Now, I'm backing you up.
Let's go.

Hey, Adam. You remember me?

It's Detective Lewis,
and it's Detective Sheppard.

Go away.

I can't do that, Adam.

Adam.

I'm coming in, okay?
I'm unarmed.

We just want to talk to you.

Don't come in here.

Don't-- don't--
don't come in here.

What are you planning to do?

What do you think
I'm planning to do?

I'm going to blow my head off.

What happened last night?

What happened with your brother?

I didn't murder him.

He had a gun.

Why did your brother have a gun?

Something happened, right?

Y'all two got into
some kind of argument,

the guns came out,

and I know you didn't mean
for this to happen, did you?

He was pretty angry.

What was he angry about?

Me. He was angry at me.

What for?
Did he have any reason to be
angry with you like that before?

No.

Then, why should he, huh?

- He's your big brother.
- Yeah.

He was the one
that got all of the attention.

Yeah, he was the one
that got the girlfriends.

I could have got girls
if I wanted.

Sure you could have.
You could have had a girlfriend.

You could have had a girl.

You could have had
maybe one like Susan.

Yeah. Maybe.

Would you know what to do
with a woman like Susan, Adam?

Yes, I would.

Have you ever been with a woman?

Have you ever had sex?

I've had sex.

I had sex with Susan.

She didn't know it was me.

Yes, two weeks ago
in my brother's own bed,

I had sex with her.

She didn't know it was me.
She didn't have a clue.

Last night, you told David?

Susan was coming back here.

I had to go to mom's house.

And you were angry, because
they put you out of the house.

So you came back,
and to punish David,

you told him
about you and Susan.

He said she must have known.

She didn't know.

She thought I was David.

What did David do, Adam?

Got his gun.

Said he was going to kill me,
kill her.

I told him it was just a joke.

Like when we were kids.

But he was so angry.

So I got my gun and I...

I pointed it at him.

And then what happened?

I told him
I was just as good as he was.

I told him...

Susan was moaning his name
when I was in bed with her.

He leapt at me.

I pulled the--

I love my brother.

It was an accident.

It was--
It was just an accident.

This car is me.

This is the car
I should be driving.

This or a Fiat.

I guess we're back
to square one, Detective.

Well, the kid recognized
the neighborhood.

It gives me something to go on.

Yeah, well, what now?

Well, I'll run some names
through the computer.

Have the kid
look through some books.

- We'll close this thing yet.
- Oh, we have to.

I'll never hear the end of it
from my Lieutenant

if we don't close this case.

Well,
we'll keep working until we do.

I'll call you
at the end of the week.

Okay.

Oh, by the way,
can I have my shades?

- Oh, yeah.
- Thanks.

- See you, Ballard.
- Bye.

What?

I don't know.

Something about Landrewsky

makes me want to date
outside my own backyard.

I think you should do
whatever makes you happy.

I left Flora this morning.

Stu, what?

Yeah.

Ever since I got shot,
I've been trying to pretend

that everything's the same,
but it isn't the same.

I almost died. You know?

I don't know how much time
I got left on this earth,

but I'm not gonna spend it
in a marriage

that went stale and routine
half a lifetime ago.

How did Flora react?

She seemed relieved.

I don't know what to say.

You wanna talk about it?

I don't know.

- Not now. Maybe later.
- Okay.

I gotta go home.

And pack.

I'll see you tomorrow, Laura.

It's official, isn't it?

The FBI approved the transfer.

Yeah, I got the call
this afternoon.

I am now officially assigned
as an agent liaison

to the Baltimore PD CIB.

- All right. Welcome.
- Thank you.

So, how did your dad react?

Same way he reacts
to everything he's unsure of.

Like a Sphinx.

Yeah, well, you can be
a little Sphinx yourself.

I know.

My cousin Mario,

he was more like a father to me
than my own father.

I never needed Dad.

It never occurred to me

that maybe my father
needed a son.

Of course, he never told me.

Hey, you know,

every day I try to be
a better father to my son

than my old man was to me.

But I gotta tell you...

most of the time,
I'm not even sure

I'm doing the right thing.

Yeah, but your son knows
you love him.

Oh, well, see, no, that, that
is the one thing I'm sure of.

I mean, you know that
about your father, right?

I guess that's why I'm here.

After all these years,

we still matter
in each other's lives.

I just wish
we could find a way to say that

without hurting each other.

I mean, how the hell
could Susan Dehen not know

she was sleeping
with her boyfriend's brother?

Well, you said they
looked exactly alike, right?

Yeah, but in bed, there's a lot
more going on than the visuals.

- Sound.
- Taste.

Smell.

- Touch.
- Cable.

Besides, I think she knew.

What, and she
didn't say anything?

Say what?

She was probably embarrassed
she got fooled.

Maybe the whole thing
turned around,

and she figured spilling
the beans would kill the thrill.

Either way,
she's not talking now.

Well, I got a date
with Billie Lou now.

- Would you close up for me?
- You got it, Munchkin.

I really think
David's death was an accident.

Not me.

I believe at that moment,
Adam wanted to kill his brother.

How can you tell?

Yeah, I felt the same way
about my own brother.

He's been, uh,
20 years at Sheppard Pratt,

schizophrenia, bipolar,

doctors aren't really sure.

I'm sorry.

About a year before
we had him committed,

he tried to kill himself.

Jumped out a window, and I--
funny thing is,

I just stood there,
and just let him fall.

You didn't kill your brother.

I sure as hell
didn't do nothing to stop him.

That's not the same thing.

Yeah, sometimes
it feels like it is.

But, you know, that's just one
of the depressing thoughts

that I have
coursing through my brain

as I sit there

in my dark, depressing room

reading Bukowski,
and drinking cheap wine.

Hey, Rene. How you doing?

Uh, sorry,
am I interrupting something?

- Actually--
- No, you're not interrupting
anything at all.

- Have a seat.
- Here?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

I guess the next round's on me.

Great. Where's Munch?

He's got a date.

This is your office.

All right.

Naomi will set you up
with supplies.

Fill you in on paperwork,
that sort of thing.

Oh, you don't have
to worry about that.

I'll find my way around.

I'm not worried.

Okay.

Is there anything else you need?

Yeah.

Is it all right if I drink
some of Homicide's coffee?

Hey, Mike.

I heard that you're joining us.

- It's very good to have you.
- Well, thanks.

And if you're going
for the coffee,

don't drink the sludge.

Go across the street
to the Daily Grind.

Right.

Homicide.