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I've laid
vinyl before,
I know what I'm doing.

Using a full-spread adhesive,
the floor sits smooth as glass.

- Your floor will buckle.
- It won't buckle.

Look, a full-spread pulls
as it dries.

Now take my advice on this.

You need a six-inch strip
around the perimeter.

I mean, I know
what I'm talking about.

I did this before. [indistinct].

Hey, how was your date?

- What date?
- You went on a date?

- No.
- Yeah, with Falsone.

With Falsone?
All right!

- How'd it go?
- It was all right.

- How did you know that?
Who told you that?
- Well, Gharty told me.

Stuart, would you join me
in the coffee room for a moment?

I would appreciate it
if you didn't broadcast

my private life
to the whole unit.

Well, I-- I'm sorry, I just--
Just sort of slipped out.

Next time, zip it up. Okay?

Okay, the last thing
I want to be is an item

on the squad room grapevine.

You know that this place
is a throbbing hot zone
of gossip and innuendo.

- Bayliss.
- Yeah, Chief?

- Where's Munch?
- Doctor's appointment.

- What's wrong with him?
- You know, he didn't say.

Maybe you should take
a sick day.

I don't want the whole shift
coming down with the flu.

I'm just fighting off something.
I'm fine.

Echinacea, tiger balm and zinc.
Trust me.

If you're feeling fine,
then go over to the mall
with Bayliss.

The ME over there thinks
he's found something hinky.

Rosemary Richardson, age 55.

She came down
with influenza last week,
succumbed yesterday.

No attending physicians,
so we brought her down here
to verify cause of death.

You'll notice
the pronounced alopecia areata.

- Alopecia what?
- Hair loss.

It's the third one like this
I've seen in the last ten days.

Wait a minute.
This flu not only kills you,
it makes your hair fall out?

I was getting to that.
First case, elderly gent.

I chalked it up
to old age and poor nutrition.

The second guy, a businessman
in his mid-forties,

I figured maybe he just stopped
taking his rocaine.

But when Miss Richardson
came in, I said to myself,

"Once is a fluke,
twice is a trend,

three times
is highly suspicious."

So I ran a series
of sophisticated tox screens,

came up positive
for phosphazene,

which is a dye used
in certain hospital tests,

causes flu-like symptoms
and pronounced hair loss.

Since she had high levels
of this-- this phospho stuff
in her system--

Somebody poisoned her.

How do you know
it wasn't an accident,
something she took by mistake?

Phosphazene isn't a product

you keep in the cupboard
next to the cocoa.

- Hard to get?
- Not particularly.

Medical suppliers,
hospitals, labs all stock it.

So, I guess
you'll have to do tox screens

on the other two flu deaths
with hair loss, huh?

I'll get a court order
to exhume the bodies.

As soon as possible.
Please let me put it this way.

If these two also test
positive for phosphazene,

they very nearly
went undetected.

Yeah, we've got
a triple murder on our hands.

Homicide.

Hey, Laura.
What happened to your sneaks?

You're observant.
I've been wearing these
for a week.

- No kidding.
- Yeah, no kidding.

I get in the elevator
with Barnfather

and we're looking at the floor,
as people do,

and he sees my shoes
and looks back over me and says,

"Hey, how's your foot?"
and I say, "Ankle."

- He says, "How's your ankle?"
- And I say, "Oh, it's fine.
It's all healed."

And he says, "It's time to get

back into regulation footwear
then, Detective."

So what kind of
doctor's appointment
did you have this morning?

Plastic surgeon.
I'm thinking of getting
some eye tucks.

That's fine.
You know, see,
this is the thing.

You know,
we're supposed to be friends.

We're supposed to be buddies,
amigos, comrades in arms.

- No secrets.
- I never tell you what I do.

- So start.
- Oh, God!

Does everyone need to know
everyone's business around here?

He obviously
doesn't want to tell you,

so why don't you let it go?

Jeez, I feel
like death on a cracker.

I hope I'm not coming down
with the flu.

Oh, do not say the F-word, okay?

Staying well is a state of mind

and I am determined
not to get sick this year.

I have no worries
in that regard...

because I take the precaution
of having a flu shot

each and every Columbus day.

Yeah, well,
maybe I should do that, too,
if I'm not already sick.

Anyone who's ever had
a so-called flu shot will

eventually contract a terrible,
debilitating disease

that makes Gulf War syndrome
look like acne.

"So-called"?

Flu immunization is a hoax

perpetrated
by the shadow government
and its national security forces

against the American people.

They're stealth-testing
biological warfare technology

on an unwitting American public.

Guinea pigs like you.

Munchkin.
Come on, square business, man.

Is this something serious? Huh?

- Think it's a gastrointestinal?
- No.

- Cardiovascular?
- No.

Electromagnetic?

You're kidding.
My aunt was poisoned?

How [indistinct] is that?

The medical examiner
found lethal levels

of a toxic substance
in her system.

You know anyone who might have
wanted to harm her?

Come on.

Aunt Rosemary was
a very ordinary person.

I mean, she worked
in accounts payable

for the power company
for 25 years.

She didn't have enemies.

She may have inadvertently
taken or eaten something

that was laced
with the substance.

How long had she been ill?

Nearly a week.

I tried to get her
to see a doctor,
but she wouldn't.

Said there was nothing to do
for the flu but take aspirin,

drink plenty of fluids
and watch the weather channel.

I gave her a ride
to church last Sunday.

And she was feeling unwell then?

No, she felt fine,
but everyone else
at St. Aidan's had the flu.

I mean, everyone.
Some of them were really sick.

I mean, Father Fierst
even passed away a few days ago.

The priest died of the flu?

- Can you beat that?
- St. Aidan's?

St. Aidan's Episcopal,
over on Lombard Street.

Do you remember
if Father Fierst's hair was
falling out during his illness?

Um, beats me.

Aunt Rosemary sure did.

She was shedding
like a St. Bernard at the end.

We'll need
to go through her house,

test the contents
of her cupboard, refrigerator
and medicine cabinet.

No problem.
I've got keys to her place.

Father Fierst.

His hair fell out
in clumps, fistfuls.

We could stuff a pillow.

Have you seen any other
flu birds with similar symptoms?

Fierst was a first for me.

I thought the hair loss was odd,
but unrelated.

All his bloodwork
was positive for influenza.

Why didn't you report it?

I did. I called CDC.

I'm sure
they filed the information
in their data bank,

and unless other cases turn up,
that's the end of it.

Have you seen any others?

Well, we're investigating
a couple of incidents,

but we appreciate
your confidentiality

for the time being, all right?

Since you haven't told me
what this is about,

it shouldn't be too difficult.

We got a court order
to exhume Father Fierst,

and we've already sent the other
two bodies that we dug up, uh,

Greg Roach and Ralph Miller,
down to the MEs.

Any connection
between these four people?

Rosemary Richardson
and Ralph Miller both belong

to Fierst's congregation.

- What about Roach?
- No. Jewish.

Haven't found anything
to tie him to the others.

Does the ME know
how Rosemary Richardson
was poisoned?

No puncture wounds on her body.
He's assuming she ingested it.

What about Richardson's house?

We collected every bit of food
and medicine we could find,

along with the trash
and recyclables.

The lab's examining it.

Question the friends
and relatives of Richardson,
Miller and Fierst.

Forget about Roach for now.

Go to, say, Aidan's
and find someone with a motive.

Uh, a vendetta
against an Episcopal priest
and his congregation, Gee?

Episcopalians may not be
as colorful as Catholics,

but that
doesn't make them immune
from the basic human emotions,

such as revenge,
greed, lust, murder.

- We're on it.
- Yeah, first we gotta
disinter Father Fierst.

A lot of cultures,
we couldn't do this.

Exhumation is sacrilegious.

- We're disturbing
the bones of the dead?
- Yeah, yeah.

Western civilization,
on the other hand,

they could care less,
exhuming a corpse.

I gotta tell you,
digging up a priest

definitely feels
sacrilegious to me.

I read about this, uh,
old Buddhist funeral tradition,

meditating on a corpse,

and you sit in there for days,

watching
as the dead person bloats,
turns black, decomposes,

and you stay with the remains

until you understand
that the body is just a shell.

Life goes on, doesn't end.

It just transforms.

I have a hard time
imagining life beyond my body.

Yeah, okay. So do I.

You coming on to me, Bayliss?

In a cemetery?

I'm just responding
to the moment, Rene.

Besides, I always tend to feel
the life force surge

in the presence of death,
don't you?

I don't know about surge,
but I feel a definite twinge.

Nice and easy.

So what happened
with you and Ballard last night?

Nothing happened.
Took her out to dinner,
we went duckpin bowling.

That's all?

Well, we didn't have sex
or anything,
if that's what you mean.

I know that.
People don't have sex
on first dates anymore.

I do.

Ballard doesn't.
And besides, the question isn't,
"Did you have sex?"

- It's, "Did you have fun?"
- Yeah, sure, big fun.

Something definitely happened
last night.

Nothing happened.

- Hey.
- Boss wants to see you. Stat.

Stat?
Watching those wretched
medical dramas again.

- Hey, Gee.
- Bayliss, Sheppard.

Special Agent Myra Seeling, FBI.

Oh, what's up?

Roach, Miller, Father Fierst,

all tested positive
for phosphazene.

- So they were poisoned,
just like Richardson.
- Well, it gets worse.

I asked public health
to, uh, cross-check

all recent reported deaths
from influenza.

They found
two other victims who died
within the last ten days...

exhibiting symptoms of alopecia.

So, there are probable

phosphazene poisoning
cases, too.

I'll be flabbergasted
if they're not.

The Bureau is now
defining these deaths
as an act of domestic terrorism,

which means they fall
under our jurisdiction.

I told you over the phone,

we're always happy to cooperate
with our friends from D.C.

Since this unit has been working
with Agent Giardello,

we're putting him in charge
of the task force.

Well, I thought this was
supposed to be a joint venture.

Absolutely, all the way.

But from here on in,
Mike's the boss.

- Detective!
- You're up early. Who died?

You tell me.
I hear something big brewing.

Is it true
the FBI's been brought in
to work with Homicide?

I haven't heard nada.

According to my sources,
a body was exhumed

at Beth Tora Cemetery yesterday
and two more at St. Dunstan's.

- What's up?
- Go ask your sources.

Come on, Stivers,
what have you got?

No comment.

In the past few days,
we've had six confirmed
phosphazene poisonings

and seven more possibles.

We don't know
who the poisoner is,

how he's poisoning his victims,
or why.

We don't know if he is targeting
specific individuals

or whether he is
disseminating poison randomly.

The Department of Public Health
will make an announcement
later this afternoon,

asking anyone with flu symptoms

to contact
their family doctor immediately
for an examination.

Public Health has already
alerted medical personnel
and hospitals

to report any unusual
or suspicious cases.

We're going to
play this low-key,
close to the vest.

I've got to tell you,
I think the press
is all over this already.

- Don Daniels ambushed me
just now on the way in.
- That's right.

It's hard to keep
something that big a secret
for a long time.

- What did you tell her?
- No comment.

Good answer. Deny, deny, deny.

In the meantime,
we will continue

with the public service
announcement.

We've developed a list
of medical supply outlets

that sell phosphazene.

We'll also need
to check out labs, hospitals,

interview the doctors
of the deceased,
scour the victims' homes,

interview their families,
and canvass their neighborhoods.

We've done that already.

- Then we need to do it again.
- All right.

Bayliss, Sheppard,
go back and look at
the four confirmed deaths.

I think we need
fresh eyes on those.

Munch, Lewis,
you take Richardson and Roach.

Stivers, you and Falsone look
at Miller and Father Fierst.

- Bayliss is the primary.
- Not anymore.

This is Dr. Lausanne
at the ME's office.

We've got another
phosphazene poisoning
on our hands.

Our latest victim
is a homeless John Doe.

He staggered
into Mercy's ER last night,
complaining of the flu,

and then he just dropped dead
before being admitted.

The ME says that Father Fierst
had elevated levels of poison
in his blood,

much higher
than either of his parishioners.

Episcopalians take communion,
right, like Catholics?

Well, they take communion.
Yeah, first Sunday
of every month, usually.

If Richardson and Miller
went to church
the week before they died,

they might have taken communion.

What if the poison was
in the communion wine?

I've never communed
myself personally,
but isn't it just a sip?

I mean, they don't give you
a steaming goblet

of sparkling burgundy, do they?

Yeah, well,
maybe over a period of time,
it adds up.

- It stays in your system.
- Fierst had
elevated levels, right?

After the service,
the priest usually finishes
the wine in the chalice,

so, naturally, he'd have
a larger dose of poison.

All right, let's confiscate
St. Aidan's communion wine.

We'll get public health
to do blood tests
on the entire congregation.

You're definitely
not going to be able
to keep that from the media.

We'll just keep saying
"No comment,"

and we'll keep doing
what we have to do.

Let's test sacramental wine
from every church in the city.

Catholic,
Episcopalian, Lutheran,

any denomination that uses wine
in their services.

Roach was Jewish
and we don't know

if any of the other
victims are churchgoing
communion takers.

What about our John Doe?
You think he went to church?

Uh,
church soup kitchen, maybe.

What if we're looking
at other kinds of wines
that have been poisoned?

Let's get a blood alcohol level
on our John Doe,

see if he was drinking
at the time of his death.

- We'll take the odds on that.
- All right, let's get to work.

Oh, excuse me, I almost forgot.

Each team of detectives
will be assigned an FBI agent.

What?
A babysitter from the Bureau?

- What's up with that?
- Standard procedure.

Special Agent Crombie,
you ride with Ballard
and Gharty.

Thomas, Bayliss and Sheppard.

Ramsey, Munch and Lewis.

Fleming, Stivers and Falsone.

That's great.
That's just great.

- Little Gee.
- Chip off the old boulder.

We found tainted bottles
in three of the victims' homes,

including Miller and Richardson.

From a fourth, Greg Roach,
we recovered this.

Notice the microscopic hole
in the cork,

invisible to the butt naked eye.

How come that cork wasn't all
chewed up by a corkscrew?

Roach had this nifty gadget
to decant his vino.

No muss, no fuss,

no nasty bits of crumbly
floating in your chardonnay.

What about
the tainted wine bottles?

Different vineyards.

Which means that
he's tampering with the wines

on a wholesale and retail level,

which means
stores or warehouses.

You're saying "he."
You're assuming that
the poisoner is a man.

Statistically speaking,
women use poison much more
than men.

Men are more prone
to brute force and violence.

Women are conniving
and cunning and sneaky.

I think the word
you're looking for is "subtle."

Public health
should put out a warning

about the buying
of any wine whatsoever.

Or drinking it.

I mean, who knows how long
this mook has been out there

messing around
with grape products?

You mean issue
a total wine recall?

You know how much wine
there is in Baltimore?

Oceans,
but most of it's undrinkable.

Well, nevertheless, I,
for one, am going to go home
and take all my wine,

I'm going to dump it
in the toilet.

Meldrick,
this doesn't apply to you.

We're talking
about wine with corks,
not screw tops.

Oh.

We don't know
how many bottles of tainted
wine there is out there.

We must issue the strongest
possible warning immediately.

Let's not jump the gun here.
We don't want to cause a panic.

I mean, we don't know
if this is just wine,

or if the other beverages,
food products,
or medicines are involved.

All the more reason to let
the public know what we know.

To keep them informed
about the investigation
as it develops.

We may still be able
to isolate this

to a particular warehouse
or distribution route.

Why throw the whole city
into an uproar?

As soon as we have
more information,
we'll hold a press conference.

You're the task force leader.

Are you going to
rubber-stamp the position
of the Home Office...

or are you going to do
what is right?

I'm with Myra.

The last thing
we want to do is cause a panic.

If we put this out
without details,

the hospitals will be
overrun by every person

who's had a sip of wine
in the last two years.

And we'll alert the poisoner
before we're ready
to grab him up.

I say we hold off
on an announcement.

I think I take the chance
to protect the people.

Well, I disagree with you, sir,
and it is my call.

For the time being,
until we have more facts,

Stivers, Munch, Lewis,

I'd like you to call
the local wine distributors.

Gharty, Ballard, I want to know

where each of the victims
purchased their wine.

Bayliss, Sheppard,

you coordinate
with the local uniforms

who are checking out
neighborhood liquor stores,

packaged goods places and bars.

Do you know how many bars
there are in Baltimore?

Well, let's see
if the governor will call out
the National Guard for us.

Don't laugh.
It may come to that.

About releasing this
to the press...

I understand.

Oh, you do?

Your hands are tied
by your bosses in D.C.

I'm in charge of this case.

Fine, you're in charge.

It's not for me
to question your decisions.

But those decisions
are misguided,

wrongheaded
and downright dangerous.

You're entitled to your opinion,
but I'm running this show.

You keep saying that
as if you're trying
to convince yourself.

So how was your bar?

The kind of place
nobody admits to doing anything
as sissy as drinking wine.

How was yours?

Yeah, well, they wouldn't know
a burgundy from a Bordeaux,

but then again,
neither would I.

- Excuse me, sir.
- Yeah?

Baltimore Police.
I'd like to talk to you
for a minute.

May I see some ID?

- You a cop?
- Detective.

You don't look like a cop.

Show me some ID, please.

- Listen, just do what she says.
- Tim, I can handle this!

May I see some ID?
Look, you show me some ID, now.

I take that back, lady.
You act like a cop.

Hassling civilians,
not letting a working man
do his work.

Wally Flynn, how long
you been driving this route?

Since five o'clock this morning.

Regular driver is out sick
with the flu.

What's the regular
driver's name?

How would I know, lady?
Call the local.

Now, do you mind
if I finish unloading my truck?

- All right, go on.
- Thank you very much.

Owner gave me
a list of ex-employees.

One that might be
worth looking at.

Gerald Alberto.

- Fired him about two months ago.
- Why?

He didn't get along
with his co-workers.

He insulted customers.
Poor personal hygiene.

Pulled a knife on the bookkeeper

when she was late
with his check.

Quite the job reference.

Yeah, disgruntled employees
always make fabulous suspects.

Let's go talk to Mr. Alberto.

Mr. Alberto?

Hey, Mr. Alberto.
It's the Baltimore Police.

We need to talk to you
for a minute.

FBI, Mr. Alberto.
Go around the back. Go!

I know that!

- Baltimore Police!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Stay right where you are!

Put your hands up. Higher.

Hey, Bayliss, Sheppard.
You should see this.

During the Civil War,
Federal troops were garrisoned

right here where we're sitting.

They had their cannons aimed
right across the waters.

Right at that city,
full of Southern sympathizers.

It was a house divided.

I know how to protect
the anonymity of a source.

I'm not the source.

This is deep background.

You'll have to confirm
everything I tell you, independently.

I understand. What's going on?

Where did you get
the hand, Gerald?

- I don't know.
- You don't know?

You're dissecting a human hand

in the front parlor
of your own house

and you don't know
where it came from?

It's legal, okay?

It's part of
a home study biology course.

- Where?
- The University of Maryland.

The University of Maryland
does not mail-order body parts.

Okay, I ordered it out of state.
I got it over the internet.

- Charged to your credit card?
- As a matter of fact.

Now, what is it
with all of these, uh,

these scientific
and medical books here?

Are you some sort of
mad scientist?

Like I said,
I take correspondence classes.

You have a lot of pamphlets
about toxic substances.

Poisons listing words like,
"lethal," "deadly,"
"undetectable."

It's my hobby, okay?
It's not against the law, is it?

Well, if you didn't do
anything illegal,

then what were you doing
running for daylight

when we came
to your front door, huh?

I don't know.
I just freaked, okay?

You know, you hear FBI,
it ain't exactly FTD delivering
a bouquet now, is it?

Only the guilty run, Gerald.

I want to talk to a lawyer.

Get me a lawyer.
Get me a lawyer!

Only the guilty lawyer up.

I know my rights.

I don't have to
talk to you, okay?

- Okay.
- Okay.

So what'd you think?

He reminds me of a kid
I knew growing up.

Liked to torture
the neighborhood cats and dogs.

Take his picture around
to the medical supply places,
see if anyone can ID him.

Put him in proximity
with some phosphazene.

Mike, you better come see this.

Authorities believe
the poison has been introduced

into bottles of wine
for retail sale
in the greater Baltimore area.

If you have purchased
or drunk wine

in the last two weeks at home,
in a bar or restaurant,

or even at church or temple,

please contact
the Department of Public Health

or your family physician.

Symptoms
of phosphazene poisoning
closely resemble the flu.

Vomiting, nausea,
body aches and pains.

If you have these symptoms
and have consumed wine
within the last two weeks,

contact the Department
of Public Health, or...

No, sir.
No, I don't know how
it could've happened.

Yes, sir. Yeah, I understand.

Right. I'll try to find out.
Yes, sir.

Well, we caught a doozy
this evening.

A 25-year-old beautician died
of acute arsenic poisoning.

The killer switched
his toxic substance preference?

The victim's husband tried
to cash in on the poison panic

and Mickey'd her mint julep.

Unfortunately for him,
the uniforms found
a jar of arsenic

in the man's car.

Another criminal mastermind.

No, ma'am, a black tongue
and swollen gums

are not symptoms
of phosphazene poisoning.

Maybe it's scurvy.
Have you been lost at sea
recently?

No?

- How goes it?
- A complete madhouse,
just like I predicted.

The hospital
emergency rooms are packed
with hysterical people

who have nothing more
than a gallow buzz.

Whoever leaked
this story prematurely
put us in a real jackpot.

You've got a suspect in custody.

Because of those broadcasts,

five more bottles
of poison wine were turned in.

Now, what if they hadn't been?

How many more names would be
up in red on the board?

Maybe a lot more will be.

Because of this leak,
the poisoner could change
his MO,

start putting phosphazene
in something else,
like the water supply.

Or even worse,
leave the area and start up
again in some other city.

I just got off the phone
with the director.

He read me the riot act
over this leak.

I know you're Daniels' source.

You went behind my back.

I watched you
make a big mistake.

And it was yours to make.

But I wasn't going
along for the ride.

- I did what I had to do.
- You disobeyed my orders.

- I acted in the interest
of public safety.
- That's bull!

You can't bear
to take orders from me,

so you deliberately
subverted them.

- Where are you going?
- Home.

My shift is over.

What, you're leaving
in the middle of a red ball?

You seem to have
everything under control.

You don't need me.

Oh, great. Our luck.

People stopped drinking
alcohol of all kinds

because of this
piddling poison wine scare.

Who's afraid
of a little old phosphazene...

Munch?

You finally saw Dr. Tucker?

Everything checks out.

- No permanent damage.
- What a relief.

What would we do if there were?

Prosthetics?

I already have mine.
I don't need yours.

This will take your mind
off your black and blues.

Chateau de Quine in 1972.

Those of us
who are about to die,
salute you.

Hey, John.

I need you to help circulate
a photo of our suspect
to all the medical suppliers.

Can you grab Meldrick,
help us out?

Be glad to.

If we don't get
the public imbibing in quick,

we're gonna have to put
a padlock on the front door.

Hurry back.

I took her to Sabatino's.

I had the veal parmigiana
and Ballard had the gnocchi.

- Dessert?
- Tiramisu.

- Good.
- What is it with women
and details, anyway?

Oh, God is in the details.
Go on.

All right,
we went duckpin bowling.

I won three games, she won two,

but I think she threw
the last one and let me win.

A goodnight kiss?

- A peck.
- On the cheek?

- On the lips.
- Well, that's good.

So are you going to
see her again?

I see her every day.

- Oh, come on, Falsone.
- What?

This is amazing.

Boy goes out with girl,
they get on
like a house on fire,

boy never calls girl again,
and what is that?

Explain it to me.

There are lots of times where
you think you had a great date,

and you call her the next day,

and she's like,
"Oh, I don't know if I could
go out with you again.

Oh, I may have to wash
my dog or something."

Okay, I hear you.

It cuts both ways,
but assuming she had
a wonderful time, too.

You know, I haven't been
divorced from my first wife
all that long,

and I just don't know
if I want to be serious
about somebody

at this point in my life.

Well, what makes you think
she's dying to be

the next
Mrs. Paul "Boom-Boom" Falsone?

Maybe she just wants to
have a good time, too.

Maybe.

And it's "Sugar Ray" Falsone.
Okay? Not "Boom-Boom."

I can't say I've ever seen
this fellow before.

Then again, I see so many people
during the course of a day.

Being part of a hospital,
we're not like
a neighborhood pharmacy.

We don't have regular customers.

What about phosphazene?

Now, that rings a bell.

Last month,
we had an incomplete delivery
of phosphazene.

One of the bottles was broken
during shipment.

- Did you see the broken bottle?
- No.

The driver said
he threw it away.

Excuse me.

Pharmacy.

We're looking
for an incident report

about an incomplete delivery
of pharmaceuticals
to Baltimore General.

Yeah, a crate of phosphazene.

Well, Baltimore General
is Jerry Myers' route.

What can you tell us
about Mr. Myers?

Not a thing.
I don't socialize
with the drivers.

They bite. Wait a minute.

According to the logs,

Jerry was on vacation that day.

The guy who wrote up
the incident report was
a substitute driver.

Broken bottle, phosphazene,

in transit, tossed it.

What's the substitute's name?

Wally Flynn.

Mr. Flynn? Wally Flynn?

Oh! Wow!

Tough girl detective
with the big hair.

I was wondering
how long it would take you
to track me down.

Partner, would you get my, uh,

jacket and-- and cap
for me, please?

- Think
we cracked the case?
- Probably.

Although Bayliss and Sheppard
are going to take the credit.

- But we'll know.
- I called Tucker.

- He's a urologist.
- I'm well aware of that fact.

Hey, Munchkin,
if it's prostate,
it's nothing unusual.

A man in your advanced age,
a victim of the summer love,

you're bound to have a little
wear and tear in that area.

You just won't quit, will you?

Well, here it is.
And don't blab to anybody.

I swear to God,
Cross my heart, hope to die.

Last weekend,
Billie Lou and I were playing
a little catch of the flag,

and things got frisky.

I'm liking this.

Yeah, well, unfortunately,
it got a little bit too frisky

and my standard bearer was
listing at an alarming angle.

- What, your--
your johnson got bent?
- Temporarily.

That's why I went to Tucker,
to make sure there was
no permanent damage.

Everything checked out.
Just a bruise, not broken.

Man, that must have hurt.

Meldrick, you have no idea.

This one for the books.

- None of soul knows this, right?
- Not a soul.

Okay, Wally Flynn,
62 years of age,

retired widower,
part-time substitute driver.

Doesn't look
like a mass murderer, does he?

As of 10 o'clock tonight,
we have seven deaths

and 34 people in the hospital.

Who knows how many more
bottles are floating around
out there,

courtesy of this sociopath.

- Let's find out.
- Yeah.

- Tired?
- Worn out.

If you think
I'm going to help you,

I'm here to tell you
that dog won't hunt.

You can't tell us anything,
or you won't?

Why should I?

Besides, I didn't keep track.

More of a catch-as-catch-can
sort of thing.

Luck of the draw, you know.

- Fate.
- Fate?

We don't need your help.

We've got
a comprehensive list of all
of your wine delivery routes

for the last month,
where you delivered and when.

We're pulling the stock,
contacting customers.

We'll have
every bottle of wine you touched

accounted for
by tomorrow morning.

You see,
it's all over, Mr. Flynn.

No one else
is going to get hurt.

No one else is going to die.

The game is over. You lose.

Maybe you won't find them all.
Not-- not every bottle.

Maybe I kept one or two
back for my own personal use.

Well, maybe--
maybe you're right.

Maybe we won't find
all the bottles.

You're smarter than we are.
Why don't you tell us
where they are?

- Enlighten us.
- Eh, what's the point?

In the great scheme of things...

who cares what I did?

It-- it doesn't matter.

We're all going to die
sooner or later.

Who's to say?
I might have done
some of those folks a big favor.

Saved them
from something far worse,

some kind of violent demise,

some kind of
long-lingering illness.

Well, why don't you
explain that to us?

You kill seven people
and you injure dozens more.

If it really didn't matter,
you know...

...in the big scheme
of things...

then why did you even bother?

I've been a truck driver
for over 40 years.

Point A, point B, back again.

Never thought
about what I was delivering,

who I was delivering to.

Chocolate pudding, cigarettes.

Cholesterol, lung cancer.

It didn't matter.

If I hadn't made
those deliveries,
somebody else would have.

You see what I'm saying to you?

I needed to make a difference.

I needed to have
an effect on people's lives.

That is why you poisoned people?

So you wanted to--
you wanted to feel powerful?

You wanted to ruin
people's lives?
You wanted to hurt them?

You wanted to kill people?
You wanted to change
the future, Mr. Flynn?

That is not fate!
That is murder!

That is cold-blooded,
callous murder.

And what do you do, kid?

You think you help people?

What you do doesn't matter
a fart in the long run.

You make investigations
after the crime.

But you don't bring
anybody back to life.

When you die,
somebody else is going to do

exactly what you do.

You're expendable.
We're all expendable.

Well, you know...

I'm at peace with that.

Well, I'm not.

I need to make my mark.

You wanted to get caught,
didn't you?

That's why you got in my face,
so I'd remember you.

Because, see,
if we didn't catch you...

all of this
would be for nothing.

I want to congratulate you.

Because you did make your mark.

So why don't you tell us where
those other tainted bottles are?

Tell us
where the rest of those
tainted bottles are, okay?

- Not a chance, Charlie.
- Come on, cooperate.

Save yourself the death penalty.

I've already been given
the death penalty.

Handed down a year ago.

Lymphoma.

I'm going to die
before you people can
get me to trial.

Be patient.

All my little surprises
are going to

turn up sooner or later.

I-- I would appreciate
having a cup of coffee,
if I might, please.

I see.
Too bad. Thanks, Jim.

I spoke to his HMO.

He has six months to live,
or less.

Well, what about family?

Can we get anyone
to talk sense into him?

Wife's dead.
Had two sons. Also dead.

Car accident four years ago.

Losing your family
all in one blow,

that will push you
over the edge.

Yeah, family will push you
over the edge,

uh, in all kinds of ways.

Well, we confiscated
every last bottle of wine

from every liquor store
that Flynn delivered to.

So we posted warnings,
we
the neighborhoods.

I just keep thinking
that it's somewhere
like Poughkeepsie

a woman is opening up
a gift package

that she got
from her dear friend
in Baltimore.

A bottle of vintage wine.

There's no way to know
if we got them all.

- No way.
- No.

- Good night.
- Yeah.

Where's Meldrick?

[indistinct].
Hello! There we go.

So you're feeling better, huh?

- Yeah, better.
- Good.

I guess the echinacea kicked in.

- Uh-huh.
- You okay?

Me?

Oh, I don't know.

I'm just thinking
about how, uh...

you know, how full of crap I am.

Shouldn't be
so hard on yourself.
Waste of time.

Well, I talk about, uh,
acceptance, letting go.

About how we're all
a part of this
big conglomeration of spirit,

and then that guy shows up
and I get angry.

Oh, I just wanted to...

physically hurt him, you know?

I-- What am I talking about?
I wanted to kill him.

That's what I wanted to do.
I wanted to kill him.

I wanted to take my fist

and shove it
right in his smug face.

So did I.

I thought I'd change somehow.

I thought that I'd--

You know, since I got shot,
that I understood something

about letting go
of things that I don't have
any control over,

and here I am,
I feel like I'm back
at stage one again.

"For I will forgive
their wickedness...

and remember their sins
no more."

- New Testament.
- You quote the Bible?

I think you should
cut yourself a break.

You're into meditating.

Maybe you should meditate
on that anger

and see what happens.

It's a tough one.

Anger is-- is tough.

Yeah, it is.

I was thinking about Flynn.

How he didn't believe
I was a cop.

He made an assumption about me
based on the way I look.

And you did too.

- I'm real sorry about that.
- Good.

- Happy you thought about it.
- I'm trying.

I figure that
if I can learn from my mistakes

that I might earn
the right to make new ones.

For instance,
um, if I were to...

...actually
ask you out on a date.

A date date?

Uh-huh. A date date.

I've always wanted to have
a real male friend, you know?

Someone I could confide in
like a brother.

You know,
someone I could talk to.

You can talk to me.

I know, that's what worries me.

I mean, if we were to start
seeing each other, then--

You don't think
that we could do
both things at once, huh?

- I'll see you tomorrow.
- Yeah.

- All right.
- Okay.

Porca miseria.

Hello.

Hey.

How's it going?

We got the poisoner.

The truck driver confessed?
Flynn?

- How'd you know about him?
- I have my sources.

It's my unit.

Yeah.
Yeah, yeah, it is.

Well, I, uh--
I just called to say, um--

- You were right.
- About the investigation?

About the floor. It buckled.