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You were pregnant?

Yes.

By your boyfriend,
Craig Halpern?

Yes.

You concealed the pregnancy from
your parents?

Yes.

When it was time for the baby
to be born, what did you do?

We went to a motel.

And when the baby was born,
did you, uh,

did you know he was alive?

Yes.

Your initial statement
was the same as Craig's,

that the baby was stillborn.

My client will testify
that Craig Halpern took the baby
away from her, and smothered it.

The terms of the plea agreement
require that Miss Straub
testify under oath.

In return for your truthful
testimony,

you'll be allowed to plead
guilty to one charge
of involuntary manslaughter.

A three-year suspended sentence
with probation.

Which means you have
a felony conviction,

which stays on your record
for the rest of your life.

If you violate the terms
of your probation,
you go to jail.

- Do you understand?
- I'm just so sick
of all of this.

No more than I am.

Do you understand the terms
of the agreement?

Yes.

Then you need
to tell me now.

Who murdered your baby?

Mr. Wayland already told you.

You have to say it
in your own words.

Craig did.

Craig killed it.

Sign the agreement.

Homicide.

Hey, Ballard! Wait up!

Hey.

Ah! Good morning.

Hey, listen, uh, you know
dinner tomorrow night?

Yeah. Are we still on?

I forgot, Daniel's birthday.

I promised him
I'd go by after work.

Oh. Okay, no problem.

- You sure?
- Yeah, no, don't worry about it.

What about tonight?
I was thinking
the Dead End Saloon.

Oh! A bar?

Well,
there's a game on.

- What game?
- I don't know. Any game.

Basketball, hockey.

You know what, how about we go
to a real restaurant,

like, uh, Charleston's?

How about we go to a restaurant
that doesn't scarf up
my weekly nut?

How about we go Dutch?

How about we alternate?

Dead End Saloon tonight,
my treat.

Next time, Charleston.
Your treat.

Oh, yeah.
Hey, there's a good deal.

A short time ago,
the State's Attorney's Office

informed us that they
would reduce the charges
against our client

in exchange for
her complete cooperation,
and truthful testimony.

I want to thank Private
Investigator, Mike Kellerman...

Mikey, Mikey, Mikey.
This is what it's come to.

Working for a sleazebag defense
attorney in a sharkskin suit.

- Who is Kellerman?
- He's an old colleague of ours.

Homicide detective?

Long story.

Well, I'd like to hear
the details sometime.

Not from me, you won't.

I'm sick of the whole damn saga.
I know how it ends.

What's up with that?

You should mark this moment,
young Giardello.

Why?

Mike Kellerman's departure
from the Baltimore Homicide Unit

was so beleaguered, so woeful,

so hangdog, that only
Tricky Dick's evacuation
by helicopter

from the White House
was more pathetic.

In short, Red was dead.

Now the man walks on water.

A resurrection to rival
the original.

Makes me wanna convert.

Maybe I should do, like,
a reverse Sammy Davis Jr., huh?

This doesn't feel good
to me, Gee.

Debbie Straub's family's
got money, fancy-ass lawyers.

And Craig Halpern, the kid's
more or less on his own.

Be that as it may,
Danvers is satisfied,

the girl has copped a plea.

I want you back in rotation.

I wanna work this some more,

see if I can turn up something
that'll help the kid.

Move on. The only thing left
for you to do is to testify
at the trial.

Let me work it
a little longer, Gee.

Hey, you wanna spend
more time on this,

you spent it on your own time,
not my time. Capisce?

- Capisce.
- Buona fortuna.

Stivers! Take a ride with me.

Where are we going?

Back to the beginning.

I wanna start
at the crime scene,

talk to Craig's family
and friends,

and have a heart-to-heart
with the boy,

see if I can get him to tell me
what really happened
in that motel room.

Falsone, a done deal
means the deal's done.

Debbie'll testify against Craig.

Let the jury decide which kid
is more culpable.

Why should Craig be charged
with murder,

and have to spend the rest
of his life in prison,

while Debbie gets off
with a slap on the wrist?

Well, you're making assumptions
about the girl

the same way you think everyone
else is doing about the boy.

Maybe, but I'll tell you
right now, if Craig
had been the one

to cut a deal, you can bet
that Debbie's lawyer

would be putting Kellerman
back on the job.

So this is about you
and Kellerman?

Some kind of testosterone
contest?

This isn't about who's
a better detective.

It's about my gut, okay?

Well, I'll follow
your gut anywhere.

Saved me a sliver of table, huh?

Yeah, I still have
some clout around here.

Lunch?
It's on the State of Maryland.

No, thanks.
Maybe some coffee.

How's your case?

Well, my prosecution rests
on the testimony of one scared,

screwed-up child,
against another.

I got you.
Can't sleep, can't eat.

Your hair's falling out.

You're a mess, Danvers.
I don't envy you.

And you, Kellerman?
Happy in your work?

Sure. Ecstatic.

I was reviewing your efforts
on behalf of Debbie Straub.

You talked to a woman
at Baltimore Family Planning?

Yeah.

What was that about?
There's no explanation
in your notes.

I wanted to know if Debbie
had talked to anybody
about her predicament.

Prenatal, abortion, adoption,
foster homes, the whole gamut.

- And?
- As far as I can tell,

she never talked to anybody.

These other inquiries
aren't in your notes.

I didn't wanna hang a neon sign
on the fact

that Debbie didn't deal with
her pregnancy in any way.

So, why this one reference?

Boxed. Underlined.
Question-marked.

It's Craig.

Craig, what?

Craig went
to Baltimore Family Planning,
not Debbie.

I was working for her,
not him, so I dropped it.

You didn't follow up?

Like I said,
it's not my problem.

I remember when the truth
mattered to you

more than your paycheck.

Thanks for the coffee.

I know Kellerman from
the Fugitive Squad.

I had a drink with him
the other night.

Did he tell you his side
of the story?

I didn't get a chance
to ask him.

He was too busy pumping me
about Falsone's case.

So, what'd you tell him?

I told him to go sniff around
someplace else.

Well, if Kellerman is a dog,
he's a Jack Russell terrier.

Sinks his teeth into your butt,
and won't let go.

Hey, Rene, enough about
Kellerman, okay?

He seemed kinda needy,

like he really missed
being a cop.

Yeah, yeah.
He's a complicated guy.

Got a lot of karma
to work through.

- Who's got karma?
- Mike Kellerman.

Oh, there's a cautionary tale.

Going from murder police
to the hot, cheap motel circuit.

A lot of ex-police end up
as private investigators.

Sure, after you've put in
20 years,

and you've made pension,

and you're looking to break up
your golf game twice a week.

I mean, Kellerman was put out
to pasture way before his time.

I've heard a lot of rumors,
but never what really happened.

Hey, Sheppard? Not now.

And you and Bayliss,
you two should know better.

What is your problem, Gharty?

It's not the time or the place.

Well, she just asked you
a question. I'm curious, too.

Any conversation about
Mike Kellerman, Luther Mahoney,

or Junior Bunk is strictly
off limits.

Their names shouldn't even be
mentioned in this building.

A perp grabs a gun,
and shoots up the squad room.

Three uniforms die.

You, Ballard, Bayliss,
all get shot.

Two detectives turn in
their badges, and the whole
subject's taboo?

You want the gruesome details?
Ask your pal, Kellerman.

I'm part of this unit now.
I should know what happened.

All right. Here.

Here.

This is what happened here.

Satisfied?

- Mrs. Falco.
- Mr. Keller.

- Kellerman.
- I'm sorry.

I'm running late.
You'll have to excuse me.

I need to ask you just one
question about Craig Halpern.

Mr. Kellerman, you know
I can't answer that.

Besides, as I told you before,
he only made
a preliminary inquiry.

About what?

Mr. Kellerman,
how many ways can I say it?

- I can't tell you.
- Okay, okay.

You know, I respect your
client confidentiality policy,
I really do.

But like you say,
Craig wasn't really a client,

he was just a kid
who walked through the doors,

and found out he had to have
his parents' consent

before you could
help him, right?

So he must have gone somewhere
else. Where'd you send him?

- Why do you want to know?
- You liked him, didn't you?

Thought he was a nice kid?

Maybe I'll turn up something
to put him in a better light.

If you know anything,
if you just,

if you wanna point
me in that direction...

Up to you.

Craig Halpern
did come in here.

Wanted to know what was involved
in an open adoption.

I tried to explain to him that
he'd have to sign an agreement

terminating his parental rights,

and that the degree
of involvement or contact

with his child was entirely
up to the adoptive parents.

He wanted contact with his kid?

That's what he said.

Of course, we told him that
the mother would have to agree

to place the child for adoption
before we could proceed.

What did Craig say?

That he tried to convince her.

Did they already
give you the news

that Debbie's putting the baby's
murder squarely on you?

Her parents made her do that.

She won't say I'm guilty
at the trial.

No, you see, that's what
the deal she made means.

She has to testify against you.

She's not gonna say
that I killed the baby.

- No way.
- How do you know?

She gave me her word.

And how did she do that?

You two aren't allowed
to talk to each other.

Doesn't mean
we can't communicate.

What, by ESP?

She's not gonna blame me.

You'll see. She won't.

I can't wait to get to
court to see her again.

You look beat.
You get any sleep?

Not that much.

You can't catch
your breath, right?

I mean, you're trying,
but you just can't calm down.

Your heart's going a mile
a minute, you're jumpy.

It feels like there's mice
in your chest?

And the worst thing is,
you feel like you're about
to cry all the time.

But you can't tell nobody.

And you think,

"If I could just get some
damn sleep,

maybe the feeling'll go away."

So you curl up in a ball,
and close your eyes.

Maybe if you're lucky,
you'll nod off for a few hours.

But when you wake up,
the feeling's still there.

Hey. Believe me, I know
what you're going through.

You've been in jail?

Well, I've spent a few nights
in juvie,

nothing as serious
as this,

but no, I-- I mean,

I know what you're going
through with Debbie.

The same thing happened to me.

I was just a few years older
than you are now.

I got my girlfriend pregnant.

We didn't tell anybody either.

Only, we ran off,
and got married.

I would have done that,
got married,

but... Debbie didn't want to.

Well, she said
we were too young.

Said we should wait.

Craig, when you went
to that motel,

you didn't plan to kill
your baby, did you?

No.

Things just got away from you,
didn't they?

Debbie killed the baby,

and you went along
because you love her,

and you didn't want to lose her.

Craig, you have to speak up
for yourself.

You have to get on that stand,
and tell them your side
of the story.

I can't.

I keep my mouth shut, nothing
bad can happen to Debbie,

and she'll do the same for me.

She made the deal.
She's cutting you loose.

I told you,
she's just doing that

to get her parents off her back.

When this is all over,
we'll get married,

and we'll have another baby--

No, no, no.
That's not gonna happen,

because you're gonna be in jail
for a very long time.

Debbie's gonna get married
all right,

but it's gonna be
to somebody else.

She's not gonna let me down.

I know it.

Hey, Ballard. Falsone called.

Dinner's off.

He's hung up on the case,
needs a rain check.

Oh. Thanks.

Ah! Shep?

Hey, Ballard.

What are you doing
for dinner tonight?

Ah, I told my mom I'd drop by
and help her trim the tree.

All right. Some other time.

Hey, Bayliss. What's up?
Wanna go eat?

Oh, yeah. Absolutely.
What are you up for?

Moussaka.

Moussaka?
Isn't that made with lamb?

Oh, yeah. It's ground lamb,
and potatoes,

and eggplant, it's so yummy.

Well, I don't eat anything
with a face.

Do they make vegetarian
moussaka?

Um... no, I don't think so.

- And if they did, what would be
the point of that?
- Well, listen, listen, listen.

Listen, if you're up
for meat, I've got
an alternative for you.

Liquid Earth.

It makes an incredible
soy-textured vegan reuben.

It's marvelous.

Yeah. Like I said, what would be
the point of that?

Hey, Stu?
My brother! Let's go eat.

Oh, boy, I'd like to,
but I, uh,

I gotta duke it out
with Flora.

But I thought she won
the scuffle

over who gets Mr. Coffee?

Yeah, Mr. Coffee,
Mrs. Microwave,

all the little pots and pans.

So, last weekend,

I'm out buying
new kitchenware, right?

And I'm at the checkout,
and this girl,

she's ringing me up, right?

- Two, 300 bucks?
- That's a lot of dough.

Especially for a boy who can
basically get by on a a bowl,

a spoon, a bottle-opener,
and a pair of chopsticks.

- So then, why were you springing
for all the extra stuff?
- Yeah, I might meet someone.

If they come over
to the apartment,
I don't want 'em to think

I'm a guy who eats cold cereal
for supper.

- Which you are.
- Which I am.

Anyway, anyway,

So we get to the last item.

$2.99 spatula.

It ups me to $300 flat.

I snap, I go ballistic.

Out comes the manager.

He says, "Woah, whoa, whoa,
forget about it."

He'll throw in the spatula
for free.

- I say, "No, thank you.
I don't think I want it."
- Why?

There must be half a dozen
spatulas sitting in a jar
on Flora's counter.

Oh, I get it. You want her
to give you one of hers.

One of ours.

I'd even take the little--
the little, uh,

plastic one
that's half melted.

I have bought enough damn
spatulas in my day.

I'm not about to buy another.

How about this?
Come to dinner with me,

and I will buy you
a spatula. Huh?

I can't do it, partner.
I have to see this through.

Right.

But...

Ah, thanks anyway.

Detective Ackerley.

Your name came up,
you know,

in in casual conversation,
and Gharty just flipped.

He did?

Said your name was never
to be spoken in that building,

and then I asked him
what happened,

how the whole Mahoney thing
went down,

and he really went into orbit.

Pulled up his shirt,
showed me his scar,

the whole nine yards.
It was freaky.

Sorry to hear that.

I always got along okay
with Gharty.

Gives me a funny feeling
to hear that my old pals

are talking about me.

Refusing to talk
about you, mostly.

That's fine,
I don't really blame 'em.

It's not my favorite
subject, either.

Well, I wouldn't know.

All I've got to go on
is second-hand speculation.

Don't you think it's about time
I heard your version?

Hey. I heard you went over
and had an eve of the trial

heart-to-heart
with Craig Halpern.

Yeah. Join me?

Not tonight.

So, in your professional
opinion, is he guilty?

Of murder? No.

He's gonna take the stand
and tell the world she did it?

His word against hers?

Nope.

Well, what is it, then?

In the name of love
he's taking one for the team

or is he just a moron?

He's convinced that even though
she made the deal,

she's not gonna give him up.

Well, he's gonna have plenty
of time to contemplate

his misreading of the situation.

Yeah. About 15 years,
if he lasts that long
in the joint.

One more time.

Don't you have to get up
bright and early to testify?

Yeah. I thought a good,
solid hangover would add
to my credibility.

You said you weren't drinking.

Well, you look like you could
use some company, Paul.

After all, how often do two
grown men get to share

some first-rate melancholy

over some second-rate
well bourbon?

Especially when the other man
at the bar

is not just another
bartender or pub-crawler

but, in fact, a complicated
murder police, like oneself.

- Hey.
- Ballard.

May I have a Jack Daniels,
with a beer back?

Good choice.

So... you can tie one on
with Munch,

but you don't have time
for dinner with me?

I was in such a lousy mood
after I talked to Craig Halpern

that I didn't want
to inflict myself on you.

Oh, so now you're deciding
under what conditions
we see each other?

No.

Hmm!

Maybe I don't just wanna see you
when you feel good.

Maybe I can make you
feel better.

Maybe you could do
the same for me, when I'm down.

I'm sorry. I should have
called you after I was done
in Central Booking,

and tell you
what's up.

Take it from there,
decide together.

You know what,
if you didn't wanna see me,

you didn't wanna see me.
Just tell me that, okay?

Okay.

Do not just leave me
a damn message.

Okay.

The State calls
Assistant Medical Examiner,
Gita Kalyani.

Debbie Straub delivered
a live male infant.

Six pounds, five ounces.

Slightly premature.
Perhaps two or three weeks.

Not stillborn?

The lungs were inflated.

When immersed in water,
they floated.

The baby had taken a breath,

which means it was a live birth.

Dr. Kalyani, you say
the infant was premature.

Was he healthy?

Aside from a slightly lower
than average birth weight,
I would say yes.

And to what do you attribute
the low birth weight?

Poor prenatal care.

I meann, in cases like these
involving young, unwed women,

it's not uncommon
for the mother to pretend
she's not pregnant,

and to disguise her condition
by starving herself,

and her baby.

Despite the baby's
physical problems,

should he have survived?

Yes.

So, cause of death?

Asphyxiation.

Petechial haemorrhaging
was evident in the baby's eyes.

Isn't it difficult,
Dr. Kalyani,

to distinguish a SIDS death

or an accidental suffocation,
say, from homicide?

Yes, but given the timing
and the circumstances
of the death,

moments after birth,

the determination
of the medical examiner's office

is that baby Straub
was deliberately smothered.

I heard her scream,
the girl, and then say,

"What are you doing,
what are you doing?

Give it back to me.
Give it back to me."

And then?

About ten minutes later,
he left his room,

and walked around
to the back of the motel.

"He" meaning the defendant,
Craig Halpern?

- Yes.
- Would you describe
what you saw?

He was walking very fast
with his head down,

and he was carrying something
covered by a white towel.

What was he carrying?
Could you tell?

By the way he was holding it,
I thought it was a baby.

- Objection.
- Sustained.

Could Craig Halpern have been
carrying something else?

A bag or parcel, or maybe
some takeout food?

You don't cradle takeout.

- Objection.
- Withdrawn.

Your witness.

- Hey.
- What are you doing here?

Ah, bail hearing. Ransom.

Kidnapping case?

No, that's the mope's name.
Walter Ransom.

It's a generic
West Baltimore drug slang.

What about you?
Have you got the two kids?

Yeah. I was thinking about
what Kellerman might have told

the girl's lawyer,
to trip me up.

Oh, yeah? Well...

I don't know.
I wouldn't worry about that.

I would.

Hmm.

- What makes you think
Kellerman's got it in for you?
- Everything.

I mean, he was in my face
from the moment I walked in
that squad room last year.

I never liked him,
he never liked me.

You know, one day on the ramp,
we even pulled our guns
on each other.

You're kidding me?
You guys drew your weapons?

It's crazy, huh?

Right to the brink,
in the blink of an eye.

That is one reckless,
hard-nosed bastard.

He even got you shot.

Well, I guess you could
look at it that way.

How else are you
gonna look at it?

Kellerman shoots Mahoney, that's
how the whole thing starts.

I mean, if he doesn't,
then you don't catch a bullet,

a lot of bodies don't fall,

and a lot of crap
doesn't come raining down,

and Frank Pembleton
is still on the force.

Ah, you can never tell where
something gets started.

That whole Mahoney episode,
it was a lot bigger
than Kellerman.

- I've forgiven him.
- Forgiven him?

Mm-hmm.

If I were you,
I'd still be designing ways
to pay Kellerman back.

Ah, but then I'm Sicilian.

And revenge tastes best
as a cold antipasto.

You know, after I got shot,
I had a lot of time to think
about cause and effect.

How I came to be lying
there in that bed,
staring at the ceiling.

And I decided that I could
accept what I did.

You know?
The part that I played,

and what went down.

But I had to let
the rest of it go.

See, for me to blame Kellerman
or Luther or Lewis...

What would be the point of that?

Resentment is like you
taking poison,

and hoping that the other guy
is gonna die.

I guess Zen never got to Sicily.

Good luck in there.

- Mike.
- Tim.

How are you doing?

Oh, I'm running late, as usual.
But it's good to see you.

Yeah, it's good seeing
you too, Mike.

Falsone.

Detective, you had
a case... Vazquez.

Was there a suspect
in this case?

Yes.

Was the suspect charged
with the crime?

Objection, your honor.
Where are we headed?

Let's find out.
I'll allow it.

Was anyone charged
in the Vazquez murder?

The state's attorney's office
didn't feel the evidence

in that case
was strong enough.

And that's why the victim's name
is still in red?

- Correct.
- Now, this name, baby Straub,

is written in black,
indicating the case is closed,

because my client was charged
with murder. True?

True.

Not because he was convicted.

As far as the Homicide unit
is concerned,

when the suspect's charged,

the case is closed,
and the name goes up in black.

Interesting. Even if the wrong
person is charged?

It doesn't happen very often.

But it does happen.

I suppose. Rarely.

What if the suspect
is acquitted?

Is the case reopened?

If there's new evidence.

If there's not, does the case
stay on the board in black?

Yes.

Just because someone's
acquitted,

doesn't mean they
didn't do it.

The system isn't perfect.

Before this case came to trial,

did you feel you had enough
evidence against Craig Halpern

to indict him for murder?

Your honor, this line
of questioning is inappropriate.

The witness is a detective,
not a legal expert.

Your honor, the witness
certainly has the professional

experience to offer his opinion.

I'll allow it.

In my opinion, no.

Not enough evidence to bring
a murder charge?

- No.
- Well...

that's what you just said about
the suspect in the Vazquez case.

The name's still in red.

Yeah, I guess it is.

Did you experience the same
sort of intense pressure

to close the Vazquez case from
the State's Attorney's Office

as you did to close this one?

No.

No more questions.

The State calls Debbie Straub.

- Looking for Falsoney?
- Yeah.

He's hanging around somewhere.

- Nice to see you too, bitch.
- Hey!

I'm supposed to be friendly
to you when I see you?

Pretend like nothing's ever
happened?

You put me in a position
I never should have been in.

You jeopardized my career.

When you shot Luther Mahoney,

you dropped all of us
in a world of trouble.

But you made a choice,
you signed off on what I did.

Any right-thinking cop
would have been down with that
shooting from the get-go.

Yeah, I wasn't sure then,
and I'm not sure now,
but Kellerman, you were a cop.

And cops protect each other.

What would you know
about what cops do?

You were just looking
out for number one.

- Look, I don't owe you.
- Oh no?

- Let go of me!
- You're still a cop because
of me!

- You let go!
- When Pembleton and Falsone
had me in the box,

I took the weight
for you and Lewis.

When Gee said that I could go
to trial and beat the charge,

but I'd take you guys down
with me, or I can quit,

and this all goes away
for you and Meldrick,

my hand went to my belt,
and I tabled my badge.

You did the right thing
at the end.

Your back was against the wall!

What am I supposed to do?
Applaud for you?

Putting things right
that you screwed up
in the first place

doesn't exactly entitle you
to a medal.

Don't ever touch me again.

Like I said.

After you checked into
the motel, what happened?

Well, I laid down on the bed,
and Craig started telling me
to push.

Weren't you in a lot of pain?

I was dying.

Well, the couple in the next
room, Mr. and Mrs. Delport,

have testified that they
didn't hear anything.

No.

You were in incredible pain,
but you didn't make any noise?

- I couldn't.
- Why not?

Well, Craig said if I wanted
to keep this a secret,

I would have to be quiet, so...

he gave me a towel
to bite down on.

And what happened
next?

Craig kept pulling,
and I was pushing.

And then the baby came out.

After the baby was born,

then what happened?

Miss Straub?

Once the baby was delivered,
what did Craig Halpern do?

Objection.
Leading the witness.

Sustained.

Let me rephrase.

After the baby was born,

what happened to him?

Miss Straub?

Craig took it,
and wiped its face.

It was crying.

And then?

I asked him to give it
back to me.

Craig Craig,
give it back to me.

Did he?

No, he didn't.

Tell us what happened next.

What happened next, Debbie?

Next, he killed it.

He put his hands on its mouth
and smothered it.

Craig Halpern, the jury
has found you guilty

on the charge of murder
in the first degree.

I'm scheduling the sentencing
hearing for 10:00 a.m.,

a week from Friday.

This trial stands adjourned.

Hey, you're okay.

What do you think
the judge is gonna do to me?

Well, I have to be honest
with you.

I think the judge is gonna throw
away the key.

You're gonna get
a life sentence.

You could be paroled in 15.

If you don't screw up
in prison, you'll be out
before you're 35.

- 35?
- I know it sounds
ancient to you now,

but it's not the end
of the world.

You remember that.
Keep it together inside.

Stay on track.

That's such a long time.

Craig...

I want you to tell me
what really happened
at the motel.

I know you wanted
to have this baby.

You wanted to be a father.

Why did you go along
with Debbie?

I mean, what went wrong?

I don't know.

She was screaming at me,
but I couldn't really hear
what she was saying.

It's gonna be okay.

I was standing there
holding the baby,

and she put out her
arms and she kept saying,

"Give it back to me,
give it back to me."

Craig, give it back to me.

And I did. I mean,
I could see myself doing it

like I was hypnotized
or something.

So you handed her the baby?

I knew why she wanted him,
but I didn't know
what else to do.

And uh, and then I just gave up.

Let her have him.

You know, even this morning when
Debbie knew what she was gonna
say on the stand,

she was telling me
to hang in there.

This morning?

"Hang in there. I love you.
It's our secret."

Uh, "Once this is all over,
we'll be together, and no
one can come between us."

What are you talking about?

Debbie didn't tell you
anything this morning.

It's all in your head.

She played you for a fool.

It doesn't matter.

I'm just like her.

I'm just the same as her.

I'm as guilty as she is
by just standing there.

- I killed my baby, too.
- Yeah.

You did.

You're gonna have to carry that
for the rest of your life.

- Hey.
- Hey.

I thought he might
still be up.

Ah, it's way past his bedtime.

I have his present.

He won't be able to open it
until tomorrow anyway.

You could've waited.

Well, I just wanted it
on the record that I didn't
forget his birthday, okay?

Tell him I came by?

Yeah.

I'll tell him.

You wanted to see us, Gee?

3:30 this morning, Craig Halpern
hung himself in his cell.

A double shot of Jack,
straight up.

It's a little early
for a cocktail,
isn't it, Falsone?

Still not early enough to beat
you to the punchbowl.

I heard about Craig.

I know what you're thinking,
you're wrong.

Then why did he hang himself?

Kid had a conscience.

Exactly. He feels guilty
'cause he did the crime.

He watched.

You know, even if that's true,
he didn't feel remorse
for that baby.

He just didn't have a future,
he couldn't face life in prison.

He couldn't face life
without her.

The boy's in love.

He never thought that
she was gonna go through
with blaming him.

How could he believe that?

He's a kid!

She said she loved him.

I mean, all he's thinking about
is her voice whispering
in his ear,

"Trust me, I love you.
Don't worry about the trial.

I'm not gonna go against you.
I love you."

What do you mean?
They were talking on the phone?

They were passing notes
in court?

Metaphorically. In his head.

Halpern believed that they were
soulmates or something.

And then she screwed him over.

You know, this case is unique, almost.

I mean, this one,
the one in Delaware.

How so?

Neonaticide. Killing newborns.

99.9% of the time,
it's young women, alone.

There's no father around.

See, if the father's there,
it doesn't happen.

Reality sets in.

I mean, couples don't just
get together,

and decide to kill their
newborns.

It doesn't happen.

So what's your point?

Craig and Debbie were like one
person, not two people.

And all their boundaries
had dissolved.

And then she broke the pact
between them,

severed the cord.

And so he killed himself?

Yeah.

There is some good news, though.

I don't have to see
you anymore.

Did you hear about Craig?

Yeah. I heard about him.

Why do you think he did it?

I guess he felt guilty about
the baby.

Yeah, that's what I figured.

Unless it was something else.

Like, maybe he felt betrayed?

You and he made a deal,
and you sold him out.

I gotta go, okay?

And you'd leave him
messages, right?

He'd check his voicemail
from jail?

That's how you got him
to go along,

and when you took the stand
and you turned on him...

You know I love you.
Just hang in there.

You'll see.
Everything's gonna be okay.

Just don't believe anything you
hear about me.

We'll be together again.

He was so stunned,
he couldn't think straight.

What's the number, Debbie?
You must know it by heart.

So, the kids were communicating
by voicemail?

The whole time Halpern
was in jail waiting for trial,

Debbie Straub left him messages.
He saved them.

Where did you get this?

- Anonymous tip.
- What do you mean, anonymous?

Anonymous.
Anonymous means anonymous.

Someone connected with
the investigation?

How would I know?

You know I love you.
Just hang in there.

You'll see.
Everything will be okay.

Just don't believe anything
you hear about me.

We'll be together again.

So?

She led him on.
She lied to him.

What do you want me to do?

Go back to the judge,
and overturn the plea.

The plea agreement
is a binding deal, a contract.

Based on her truthful testimony.

The problem is, the recordings
don't prove that Debbie lied
on the witness stand.

- And the only person who could
have contradicted hers is...
- Is dead.

...Should have taken the stand
on his own defense.

And even after she turned
on him,

he wouldn't tell the truth
about what happened in that
motel room.

What about what he told me?

Isn't that like a deathbed
statement?

Not after he's been convicted
of the crime.

The messages on the voicemail
don't amount to corroboration.

I'm sorry.
There's nothing we can do.

Maybe sometimes just to get
their name in black,

we're too quick
to make a deal.

Let me have a pint, will you?

I knew I'd find you here.

By the way, thanks for the tip.

What tip?

- Mind if I sit?
- Be my guest.

Thanks.

Us sitting here like this,
having a friendly jolt,

who'd have thunk it?

Not me.

Hey, you remember
the double-cutting Munch caught

last year over at that bar
in Highlandtown?

Yeah. The two Vietnam vets.

Right, right.
Who never served a day.

They spent the whole afternoon
tossing 'em back,

and ended up stabbing
each other at closing time.

Ah, We're not like those
two brickheads.

I mean, you and me,
we served together.

Right.

The hardest thing about leaving
is knowing you all thought

I was garbage.

You all thought
I didn't do the job.

Thanks to you,
we learned the truth.

The truth doesn't matter.

She got off.
He's still dead.

Well,
I gotta get going.

Here, let me pay for these.

No, no, no.
Forget about it.

I'll put it on the Straub
family tab.

Thanks again for the tip.

Like I said, what tip?

See you.

Detective.