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Bleak in the boondocks, huh?

What are they building?

Luxury condominiums.

Ah, you got
your great water view.

A little short
on the neighborhood amenities.

Ooh, that pungent odor
can't be coming from the corpse,

there's nothing left.

No soft tissue whatsoever.

I've worked with tibias
and fibulas before,

we'll be lucky if we ID
this set of ivory,

let alone catch the killer.

Oh, this is homicide
we're working, huh, Munchkin?

You think maybe that our
John Doe just dropped dead
out here,

and some passing good Samaritan
gave him an impromptu burial?

Your John Doe's
a Jane.

- How do we know that?
- By the size of the skeletal
remains,

and the shape
of the pelvic bones.

She didn't happen to be
wearing a name tag

that says, "Hi,
my name is Sherry," did she?

No.

But she was wearing cheap
silver earrings.

And a belt, with what were
probably jeans.

And the boots aren't in
bad shape, either.

Expensive designer
Texas two-steppers.

Our Jane Doe was stylin' there,
Munchkin, it's a start.

I've been here before.

Punchy DeLeon in the parking lot
of Pimlico,

Eugene Elwin bricked up
in a wall a la Edgar Allan Poe,

Toinette Perry's daddy buried
in his own basement

by his darling daughter.

What is it with me,
and dead bodies,

and bones, and old cases that go
up on the board in blue?

Is God trying to tell me
something?

He's telling you you've gotta
eat more, you're too skinny.

Maybe he's trying to tell me
to shut up and listen,

the dead are talking back.

Talk to me.

Can I ask you
a question? It's kinda personal.

Shoot.

I was just wondering, what's
your mother's maiden name?

That's your idea of personal?

I was just curious,
because I mean, Ballard,

that's...

I don't even know
what Ballard is.

Well, uh, Ballard
is my stepfather's name.

I meant more like ethnically.

Oh. Ballard is Swedish.

Oh yeah?
Is your mom Swedish, too?

My mother's maiden name
is Hartunian.

- Hartunian.
- I am Armenian,

Assyrian, and LBJ.

Your family's from Texas?

"Little Bit Jewish."

I thought you might be Italian.

Nope. Disappointed?

No, of course not.

But my mom might be.

Mama Falsone?

But she'll get over it.

I was thinking maybe you'd wanna
have dinner some night
at her house.

Oh, but I gotta warn you,

Theresa's a terrible cook.

Wow, I thought all Italian
mothers were great cooks.

Well, mine sucks.

So that's why you wanted to know
about my ethnic background.

To see how I would score
on the mom-o-meter?

No, it's just, you never talk
about your heritage,

and everybody else is always
bragging on their roots.

I'm not into all that
hyphenated stuff.

I understand that,
but what about ethnic pride?

Well, I'm not ashamed,

you know, I just-- I don't like
it when people make assumptions.

They hear that you have ancestry
in the Middle East,

- and...
- Oh, I got you.

Bellydancers, camels.

- Terrorists.
- Yeah. And don't forget turbans.

I'm thinking you'd look good
in a turban.

Thank you.

Just a turban and high heels.

Hey, Sheppard, shiner deluxe.

Wow, that fat lip must smart.

Only when I eat salt.

So, naturally, I'm jonesing
big-time for potato chips,

corn nuts,

I could even go for some
chitlins about now.

Chitlins? People think
she's a health food fiend.

Uh, Sheppard?
In my office.

Hey, Laura.

You know the regs
on fraternization

between members
of the same shift.

What, we're not allowed
to talk to each other?

You shouldn't flaunt your affair
in front of Gee.

- That's all I'm saying.
- It's not an affair.

- Hey, Terri.
- What?

Am I right?

Well, if you keep throwing
your relationship in Gee's face,

he's gonna have to do
something about it.

Give me a break, we're not
throwing anything

in anybody's face, okay?

Okay.

How's your head?

I'm not seeing double.

Nose doesn't bleed
when I blow it, I'm good to go.

Maybe you should take
some more time off.

Yesterday I cleaned my bathroom
five times, Gee.

You know what I'm saying?

Ride a desk in the squad room,
no calls.

You told me in the hospital
you wouldn't take me
off the streets.

- Just temporary.
- Gee, I'm--

It's not negotiable.

You need some time to cool off.

- I'm fine.
- You were lucky.

You got your gun
taken away from you,

and you and your partner
were almost killed.

You don't trust me
to do the job now?

Look, the worst thing
that could happen now

is for you to go out on that
street with fire in your eyes,

- and something to prove.
- I wouldn't do that.

How do you know?

And I have to be sure before
I put you back in rotation.

Ah, what secrets has she been
whispering in your ear?

Fractured skull, several blows
from a blunt instrument,

which would have caused
massive cerebral hemorrhaging

ending in death.

Which particular blunt
bludgeoning object
are we looking for?

Well, from the fracture pattern,
I'd say something cylindrical.

A pipe, a baseball bat,
a tree limb.

Any indication where
she was killed?

We figured she was bopped
on the noggin at the site.

Yeah, no burlap sacks,
no plastic bags,

no blankets,
nothing that would indicate

that Ms. Doe was transported
from elsewhere.

Can you pin the date of death
down to a particular decade,

- circa, what?
- Well,

the deep mahogany color
of the bones

indicates a long-term
mineral absorption

from the marshy ground.

She's been moldering
in her grave

anywhere from six to 20 years.

You call that an educated guess?
Six to 20 years?

That's like reading your daily
horoscope, one size fits all.

Why is he so testy?

I can tell you she was
a Caucasian,

five four to five eight.

Her belt was still looped,

and so, from the size
of her waist,

I would estimate her weight
to be anywhere

from a 115 to 145 pounds.

The epiphysis on her femur
are completely sealed,

which makes her
a full-grown woman,

judging from the wear and tear,
between 20 and 30 years old,

and she has three fully-healed
fractures in her left ulna.

Is ulna what I think it is?

No.

It's the bone in the forearm,
the big bone.

She probably fell out
of an apple tree
when she was a kid.

Hmm. So that means her arm
was x-rayed.

Well, x-rays would be a good way
to identify her,

although DNA, of course,
would be much better,

or dental records.

So all we need to do is find
her doctor, her dentist,

her mother, which would be,
you know, a breeze,

if we knew her name.

If we had her name, we wouldn't
need no DNA evidence.

I see you have a keen grasp
of our conundrum.

Um, we're gonna take some
digital photos of her skull,

and have them sent down
to the Smithsonian,

have them do a facial
reconstruction,

which will give you a general
idea of what she looked like.

- You got money for that?
- I have a discretionary
slush fund.

I would kill for a slush fund.

How do you think I got mine?

One more thing, just note
the widening

of the preauricular sulcus,

of the sacroiliac joint.

Yeah, I was just gonna ask you
about that.

She's had at least one baby.

Hey.

Gee's got me in office.

I heard.

He was coming right at me.

What was I supposed to do,
sucker-punch him?

After he knocks my gun
out of my hand, I just...

I just tackled him,
and held on for dear life.

I really thought Meldrick and I
were both gonna die.

That ass is beating on me
like a drum.

His partner snatches up
my piece, and fires.

And I'm thinking,

I just got my partner killed.

He's never gonna want
to partner with me again.

Rene, I don't think
anybody blames you

for pulling your weapon.

I would've done the same thing.

- That's the problem.
- What?

You, and me, and Ballard,

we are smaller, and lighter
than the men.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

You know the rap
on female police?

I know the rap on female police.

We're physically weaker,
so we go to our guns too soon,

because we can't out-muscle
the hump.

And now I'm the poster girl
for all the department
Neanderthals.

They're fancy,
fake ladies' cowboy boots.

Calamity Janes.

Hand-stitched, hand crafted,

frog skin uppers.

- Frog skin?
- Norman Footwear.
Based in Delaware.

Are they still in business?

Moved to Mexico after NAFTA.

This is their '85 model.

They discontinued the line
after that.

So she had to buy
these kicks in '85?

Early '86, at the latest.

- Thanks.
- Sure, you're welcome.

At last, a parameter.

Yeah, at least we know that
she wasn't killed before '85.

Well, now that we have
a starting point,

at least we can take it
to Missing Persons.

Higby, we don't have a name yet.

Well, when did she disappear?

Between '85 and '93.

You can go through
all the card files.

Card files?
Are you kidding?

We didn't computerize until '94.

We're not looking for the whole
card catalogue,

just the open cases.

You want to know who's been
missing since '96,

I can print you out a list,
okay, it's not a problem.

But '85,

you're gonna have
to compile it yourself.

Anybody that's been dropped
out of sight for that long,

they're not our concern.

They're either out
enjoying their new,

non-extraditable lives,

or they're rotting away
somewhere,

just waiting for a couple
of big-time homicide

detectives like you
to discover 'em.

Trace analysis.

We'll get back to you, Higby.

If you want to start pulling
those open case cards

to help us out, feel free.

You get me transferred
back to Homicide?

Yeah, right, sure.

Kiss my white ass.

The remnant of Jane Doe's jeans

had a swatch of red pigment.

The pigment contained
a chemical identifier

called
anthraquinone.

Damn, that ought to be worth
a couple hundred points
in Scrabble.

MAAQ, for short.

Thank God.

But what good does that do us?

A lot, I would think.

MAAQ is a specific synthetic
used in dye packs.

The ones the banks hide
with their money.

So our gal brushed up against
some stolen dough.

Which means she either knew
a bank robber--

- Or she was a bank robber.
- Exactly.

And I wonder how many female
bank robbers were in Baltimore

back in the day.

Oh, not many.

So, Munchkin,

it looks like we got ourselves
a bandit queen.

Black as night, hot as hell,
so, what do you say?

It's the only way
to drink java, am I right?

I wouldn't know.
I drink espresso.

In Italy, you can't find a cup
of Americano.

They drink espresso
all day long.

Cappuccino in the evening,
for dessert.

Yeah, well, in Italy,
they know how to live.

In America, we just know
how to work.

Which is why
I'm tanking up here.

I'm not done.

Late night?

Yeah.

Falsone, it has come
to my attention--

About me and Ballard?

Thank you for not making me
have to spell it out.

- Grazie.
- Prego.

Look, I don't know what
to tell you, Gee,

you know, one thing led
to another.

- Hey, these things happen.
- Exactly.

Which is the reason why
we have rules and regulations

to deal with them.

Is it serious?

It's too soon to tell.

Because if it was serious,

one of you has gotta transfer
to another shift.

If it's not serious,
knock it off, now.

Capisce?
I mean, it's your choice.

You'll talk it over
with Ballard,

and you'll let me know,
all right?

Trace analysis found bank pack
dye on a jean shred.

Yeah, at the very least,
she was consorting
with stolen money.

Well, having MAAQ on your
clothes is circumstantial,

not definitive.

We're trying to ID our Jane Doe,
Mike, not indict her

for bank robbery.

Besides, her personal statute
of limitations

ran out around the same time
as her bone marrow.

Maybe she was part of a gang,
you know,

they hit the bank,
they start scooping out
the tellers' drawers,

and she throws a dye pack
in her swag bag by mistake.

Yeah, and one of her associates
just whacks her

for being a bright red piece
of walking evidence.

Aren't you getting a little
ahead of yourselves?

No, that's what we do best.

Besides, this case could use
a little creative speculation.

Well, you should uh,
speculate on this.

From the FBI field office.

A list of bank robberies
in the Baltimore area

between '85 and '93.

I count six women's names
on this list.

Mm-hmm. Three of them are white.

Georgia Lomax, Joanne McKeigh,
Carrie-Mae Reeves.

- Any B of I shots?
- In the file.

What about surveillance cameras?

Any chance any of our
heinous heists

were captured on videotape?

Good look in tracking down
the footage.

Lomax and McKeigh were caught
and convicted.

- Reeves?
- Never apprehended.

At least, not in the greater
Baltimore area.

Maybe she took her act
on the road.

Well, I can contact NCIC,

and see if they can track her.

Thanks, Mike.

I've got a body
in Druid Hill Park.
You want it?

Great, a dump job.

It beats paper shuffling.

I'm on my way.

Where's Stivers?

She's tied up in court
the rest of the day.

Need help?

Aren't you on office?

Yeah, and I'm going stir-crazy.

Squad room Ebola.

Well, thanks, Sheppard,
but I can handle it.

You don't want to partner
with me?

I don't wanna piss
the Lieutenant off today

any more than I already have.

If I weren't sentenced
to a desk?

Then I'd partner with you, anytime.

Just not today.

I'm so excited.
I have a concert coming up.

- Whoa.
- Whooping Crane Blues.

Suite for Stand-Up Bass.

An under-appreciated instrument.

My first composition
in several years.

Atonal minimalism, right?

You remembered.

Listen, I know it's really
short notice--

10 a.m.
tomorrow morning?

It's the only time
I could get the space.

- It's a strip joint.
- I'll be there.

Stuart, that would be fantastic.

- Miss?
- Excuse me.

She's taken.

What?

You don't think I can give Munch
a run for his money?

Stu, it's not a foot race.

Billie Lou is in love
with Munch.

Yeah, I refuse to believe that.

Hey, uh, grab a seat, join us.

I'm on my way to Druid Hill,

they found a body in the park.

Hey, Gharty,
can we have a minute?

All right.

Oh! Uh, yeah, sure.

Hey, Billie Lou?

What's up?

Gee busted us.

He said we either have
to knock it off,

or one of us has to transfer
to another shift.

Immediately, like, pronto.

But...

I don't want a transfer.

Well, neither do I.

Then I'd never see you.

Yeah, there's that.

Uh, but I also like this shift,
I like partnering with Stu.

Well, I'm comfortable working
with Stivers.

Do we have to decide this
right now?

Of course not.

Listen, I'll uh,
I'll catch up with you later.

You all right?

All right.

- Meldrick, any luck?
- Yeah.

Joanna McKeigh is doing 15 to 20
at the women's facility

up at Jessup for a mini mart
robbery in '93,

and Georgia Lomax is out
on parole,

living in South Baltimore
with her sister.

I talked to her myself.

Slammed the door
in your face, didn't she?

- Commissioner Lanham.
- Hey, guys.

Commissioner, I understand
you're finally calling it quits.

Hey, listen, after 29 years
in a police department,

and ten in corrections,
don't you think it's about time
I get paroled?

I don't think you're
a threat to public safety.

That's not what my wife says.

Good luck, sir.

So, I guess that leaves
Carrie-Mae Reeves.

Her last suspected bank job
was the, uh,

Pimlico Savings and Loan,

September, 1987,

$240,000, never recovered.

Did she pull that job alone?

No, we think she was actually
part of a crew of four,

who were wanted for a series
of bank robberies

from DC to Philly,
back in the mid-eighties.

Her cohorts were a trio
of jamokes,

named, Bobby Groves,
Raphael Sykes,

and Angelo Mancini.

According to her humble
rap sheet,

young Carrie-Mae was much more
than a bank robber.

Prostitution, drug possession, assault.

You come up with anything
from NCIC?

After the Pimlico job,
she just drops off the radar.

I hassled Higby
to go through the cards,

working his way backwards
through the R's,

starting with '85.

When she bought her boots.

Mm-hmm. And guess what?

Carrie-Mae's mother reported
her missing in '78,

when she was all of sweet 16.

That file's still open?

Carrie-Mae's never been found.

Not unless you just dug her up.

Well, her mother still lives
in Baltimore.

You think Mama'd be willing
to part with a little blood

for a possible DNA matchup
to the aforementioned remains?

If we ask nice.

I don't know.

I really don't.

It might be Carrie-Mae at 25,

if she had a really hard life.

Which she probably has.

How old is she
in this photograph?

14.

Same person?

Beats me, I can't tell.

Is she dead, Carrie-Mae?

We aren't sure yet,
we found some remains

of a woman who died
some time ago,

but we haven't identified them.

Did your daughter ever injure
herself as a child,

break any bones?

She fell off a swing set
when she was eight.

Broke her arm in three places.

The body you found,
the remains,

had she ever broken her arm?

Could you tell?

Ms. Reeves, we need to do
a DNA test

to determine if the person
we found is in fact
your daughter.

Would you be willing to give us
a blood sample?

Of course I can.

You know something?

I've been dreading
this conversation for 20 years.

I can't blame her,
I was the same way.

Wild, and hot, and crazy stupid.

The final time she ran away,

she was 16.

I filed a missing person's
report.

Nothing.

Two years later,
the doorbell rings,

there she was.

A new baby on her arm.

I hadn't heard a word from her
in all that time.

"I'm goin' to the mall,"
she says.

I said, "Don't you leave me
with this baby girl."

She said, "Don't worry,
I won't."

That's just what she did.

And that was the very last time
I laid eyes on her.

You never told the police
she came back again,

the original file is still open.

She was only found for 24 hours.

Then she went missing again.

What about your granddaughter?

She ever hear from her mother?

As far as I know, no.

But you'd have to ask her.

Tina's a student
at the Art Institute.

Lives in Bolton Hill.

Know who Tina's father is?

No idea.

And if Carrie-Mae knew,
she wasn't telling.

Do you recognize any
of these three men?

You think one of 'em
is Tina's dad?

They might have been friends
or associates,

you know, someone who might
help us find your daughter.

Maybe him.

There was one fella, came around
the house one afternoon,

lookin' for Carrie-Mae.

When was this?

Late '80s, maybe.

'87, '88, I'm not sure.

I kept telling him
I didn't know where she was,

but he didn't seem
to believe me.

He say what he was looking for?

Not that I recall.

He was all wrought up.

In a real hurry to find her.

How soon do you get
the test back?

Preliminary results tomorrow,

the more sophisticated results
will take a few weeks,

at least.

Well, I've waited this long
for the bad news.

I guess I can wait
a few more weeks.

Thank you.

Almost a good lead, huh?

Her identifying Bobby Groves.

Yeah. Too bad he died in prison.

I used to sneak out
of the house to meet her.

She made me promise
not to tell Grandma.

And then one day,
she just stopped calling,
and that was that.

No more Mama.

- When was that?
- I must have been seven
or eight.

Do you know what year?

1987, maybe,
something like that.

For the longest time, I thought
she'd show up again, you know?

For years,
whenever the phone rang.

So you think you found her?

Well, we're trying to identify
the remains of someone

we think might be your mother.

I see.

After you mom disappeared,

did you ever hear
from her again?

Any phone calls, any letters?

No, I knew she was gone,
she wasn't ever coming back.

If it is her,
will you let me know?

Sure.

Do you have any idea what,
or how it happened?

Well, we're still working
on all of that.

Until we know something--

I'd really appreciate anything
you could tell me about her.

It's a big mystery
in the middle of my life.

I hate it.

Some days it just wants
to swallow me up,

you know?

Hey...

So, Druid Hill?

Oh, it's a drug killing.

Dealer named Freddie Fletcher.

They shot him somewhere else,
and dumped the body there.

Suspects?

Just Freddie's extended family.

I got 'em downstairs,
stewing in their own juices.

We have to stop
seeing each other.

Yeah.

I really don't want to.

Neither do I.

+What other choice do we have?

It's better this way, probably.

Yeah, you know, before things
get messy, and...

I've gotta get downstairs,

and work some detective magic
on Freddie's folks.

Okay. Yeah, I'll see you later.

Assuming the bones in the morgue
are, in fact,

the earthly remains
of Carrie-Mae Reeves,

two of her three colleagues
from the Pimlico
Savings and Loan

are still alive, and that would
be Raphael Sykes,

and Angelo Mancini.

Sykes is serving consecutive
life sentences

down in Williamsburg,
at the federal penitentiary.

He's not going anywhere.
What about Mancini?

He's on parole right here
in good, old B'more.

Well, contact his parole
officer,

find out where he's working
or roust him at home.

Rattle his brain.

Our plan exactly, Gee.

Then what are you waiting for?

Angelo Mancini?

- I didn't do it.
- Yeah, you did.

How the hell you'd make us, huh?

What, are you kidding?

You got "cops" stamped
all over you like barcode.

Barcode.

See, that's funny,
that's very funny, see,

'cause I can always tell
an ex-con

by that yardbird body language.

But let's talk for a minute
about the Pimlico
Savings and Loan caper.

Do you remember that one,
Angelo?

Before you start
spilling your guts,

give a half a dozen with Tabasco
and horseradish.

Yeah, why don't you make it
an even baker's dozen?

Pimlico S&L.

I don't know anything about it,
I wasn't there.

September 25th, 1987.

Now, see, I was out
of the country in '87.

You know,
now that I think about it,

that Pimlico, that's still open.

You know, that case is still
on the books.

Is that what this is all about?

Closing old cases?

I wasn't involved,
go blame somebody else.

You know, they say that a career
criminal such as Angelo here,

commits 200 crimes for every
time they get caught.

So if we were to reopen
the Pimlico S&L...

And I, personally, wouldn't lose
any sleep over whether or not
Angelo actually committed

that robbery or not.

Since he got away with doing
so many over the years
without getting caught.

Look, man, I don't need this.

All right? I served my time.

I'm not in the bank robbing
business no more.

I shuck oysters.

You know what would be fun,
Munch?

We could add a felony murder
to this one, too, huh?

What are you talking about?

Nobody got killed
on the Pimlico S&L job.

You're right, nobody was killed
during the job,

they were murdered
after the job,

you know, thieves fall out.

What am I telling you for?
You were there.

I was not there.

And I don't know anything
about any murder.

Carrie-Mae Reeves.

We found her body.

Oh, man.

Carrie-Mae. Carrie-Mae,
she was a crazy carnival ride.

A thrill a minute,
chills and spills, man.

Were you bumpin' her or what?

We were lovers.

I mean, you know,
she was my girlfriend.

Was your lover involved
in the Pimlico job?

Yeah. But I wasn't,
you understand?

- For the record.
- An obligatory disclaimer.

Duly noted, once again.

I heard that Carrie-Mae
and Bobby Groves,

and Raphael Sykes pulled
the Pimlico heist.

Her mother said that Bobby
came by the house

right around the time
of the robbery.

Yeah, well, see,
that's the other thing I heard.

Carrie-Mae was the bag man.

After the robbery, she was
supposed to hook up with Groves

and Sykes and split the take,

but she didn't show.

Word was, she took off
with the loot.

Word was, huh?

So Groves and Sykes
were ticked off.

Sure. That 240 grand, man,
that's big money back then.

You know an awful lot
about this deal for a guy
who wasn't there.

Yeah, well, you know, I was
a professional in those days.

I was in the loop.

The loop.

So I heard things, okay?

I gotta go back to work.

You guys tell my PO
I cooperated?

Listen, you jive-ass
oyster shucker.

There was four people
involved in that robbery.

Four goons in ski masks
captured forever on videotape.

You got any idea who
the fourth mook was?

No idea.

None.

Well, how about it?

You gonna do me right
by my PO?

Lieutenant.

Come to a decision?

Yeah. We're gonna stay
on the shift.

Ballard, do you concur?

All the way, Lieutenant.

All right.

No second chances.

No further warnings.

Break this rule,
and you're gone.

Mm-hmm, we understand that.

Do I have your word?

- Yes, sir.
- Absolutely.

All, we'll say no more about it.

The subject is closed.

Well?

Well, we like Sykes and Mancini
for this one here, Gee.

We figure them and Bobby Groves
whacked Carrie-Mae

when she double-crossed 'em,

and ran off with the loot.

Well, I'm always willing
to revisit an old case.

If the skeletal remains actually
are Carrie-Mae Reeves.

We expect the preliminary
DNA results back tomorrow.

Mancini's the only one
who's got anything to lose.

Yeah, we've gotta assume
he's lying his ass off
just to save it.

Sykes, on the other hand,

is serving consecutive
life sentences,

what's one more tacked
on the end?

He may be predisposed
to tell the truth,

in exchange for some
small concession from
the prison authorities.

Drive down to the jail,
you talk to Sykes.

I'll make the arrangements.

Take Mike with you.

Williamsburg Correctional
is federal.

It's Mike's jurisdiction.

Hey, Mikey, what are you
doing this evening?

Dinner at Tio Pepe's.

Ah, shrimpers and rice anytime.

Yeah, come and take
a ride with us.

- Where?
- Willamsburg, Virginia.

- The penitentiary.
- Oh, come on,
that's four hours away.

We can go now, stay overnight,
get up in the morning,

interview our career criminal
first thing in the morning.

And then you'll be back in time
for your afternoon nap.

- Go on.
- Do I have time to pack?

You got your toothbrush
in your desk drawer?

- Yeah.
- Then you're packed.

Come on.

The penitentiary.

Penitentiary sounds Catholic.

Yeah, it probably is.

Some kind of invention
of the Inquisition.

Do you think anybody's truly
penitent behind these walls?

Ah, I'd think there's plenty
who's plenty sorry

they got caught.

I'm no Jesuit,
but is that penitence?

I mean, strictly speaking.

No, it's not even called
a penitentiary anymore.

Now it's a correctional
facility.

No more penitence.

Just wrong guys.

Who need lots of correction.

Angelo Mancini,
Bobby Groves,
and Carrie-Mae Reeves.

The old gang.
What about 'em?

You held up a Pimlico
Savings & Loan,

September 25th, 1987.

FBI, right?

And you guys are like,
local Baltimore robbery bulls, correct?

Looking to clear up
some cold cases?

Pad your stats?
Happy to oblige.

So, did you talk to the warden?

I sign off on this interview,

you get a cushy job
in the commissary.

So what do you want to know
about the old Pimlico S&L?

No longer in business,
I believe.

Not because of us.

Some crooked banker looted it
a lot worse than we did.

Made our haul look like
small potatoes.

So, you and your associates
did, in fact, rob
the Pimlico Savings & Loan?

We did. Congratulations,
you cracked the case.

- We done?
- Let's talk about the money.

One of uh, your larger heists.

$240,000.

Carrie-Mae Reeves ripped us off,

the stupid bitch.

So she got away, huh?

Not hardly.

Bobby Groves tracked her down,

and killed her like the pathetic
poodle she was.

How did he find her?

It wasn't hard.

He just followed Carrie's kid.

She was living
with her grandmother.

Used to sneak out and meet
Carrie on the corner.

Just shadowed the kid until
Carrie showed up,

a couple days after we, uh,
took down the bank.

How'd he do her?

Hit her over the head
with a pipe.

You were there? You witnessed
this righteous act of...

retribution?

He told me, and I believed him.

Did he ever get the money back?

Nah, she stashed it somewhere,
he never found it.

Hmm.

So Bobby Groves killed
Carrie-Mae all by himself, huh?

Killed her dead. Bonk.

Bonk.

Well, how convenient
is that?

Bobby Groves ain't around
to corroborate your story.

What difference
does it make to me?

You can't give me the death
penalty retroactively.

If I'd done her, I'd tell you,

the truth, the whole truth,
and nothing but the truth.

Why would I lie?

Because you're a sociopathic
piece of scum,

and lying is like breathing
to you.

Think what you like.

I didn't kill her.

Bobby Groves did.

And she deserved it.

Why are you wasting your time
on some junkie

whore bank robber
like Carrie-Mae Reeves, anyway?

Sykes confessed to the
Pimlico Savings & Loan job.

He says that Bobby Groves,
Mancini, and Carrie-Mae Reeves

were all involved.

He also swears that Bobby Groves
killed Carrie-Mae
all on his own.

After the robbery.

He says him and Mancini
had no idea beforehand

that Bobby was going
to whack her.

Is he telling the truth?

We still like all three of them
for her murder.

Arrest Mancini for the bank job,

bring him in, and sweat him.

Maybe then,
he'll change his story.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Sign off on this.

Yeah, sure thing.

I missed you last night.

Oh, me too.

I couldn't sleep.

Me, neither.

I tossed and I turned.

Me, too.

- Yeah.
- Falsone.

- Thanks.
- Yeah.

I'll turn this in tomorrow, okay?

- Okay, yeah.
- See you later.

- All right.
- Where you goin'?

Frankie Fletcher's arraignment.

- You wanna come?
- No, thank you.

So, Frankie killed
his own brother?

Freddie ripped him off,
and as Frankie said,

"Family is family,
but business is business."

Just got a call,
you guys wanna take it?

Absolutely.

Belair-Edison.
Domestic dust-up.

A woman hit her husband
with a cast-iron frying pan.

Uniform thinks he's dead.

He thinks?

If we go all the way out there,
he better be.

Are you okay?

Sure, always been my dream
to be a secretary with a gun.

Hey, Angelo, you want a lawyer?

Now would be a good time,
Public Defender's office
is back from lunch.

- I don't need a lawyer.
- Suit yourself.

I don't need a lawyer,
because I didn't have
anything to do

with the Pimlico S&L.

Sykes said you did.

Yeah, he put you right up
in there.

You and Carrie-Mae,
and Bobby Groves.

I don't know why he said that.
'Cause I wasn't there.

I'll tell you what else he said.

He said that you killed
Carrie-Mae Reeves.

What?

You heard the man.

He said that you beat her
upside the head

- with a piece of pipe. Bonk.
- Oh, man.

Why would he say that?
I don't know why he would
say that.

Why would he lie?

Bobby did it.
Bobby killed Carrie-Mae.

Sykes knows that.
Why would he say that
I killed Carrie-Mae?

That makes no damn sense.

"That makes no damn sense."

Didn't you neglect to tell us
that the day we talked to you?

I guess I did.

So, why?
Bobby Groves is gone.

Why not put it on his dead ass,

and you'd be free and clear?

I don't know.
I guess-- I guess I should have.

I... just figured,

with both of 'em dead,
you know,

why bring all that up?

I mean, what's the point?

On the other hand,
how could he mention it,

especially since we'd have
to ask him how he knew.

Bobby told me.

- You weren't there?
- No.

Sykes didn't tell you that Bobby
did it, are you sure?

He put it all on you, pal.

Why would he do that?

Damned if I know.

Y'all two have an arrangement, maybe?

- Arrangement?
- Yeah, you and Sykes.

You get together
after Bobby died,

and agree to put Carrie-Mae's
murder on him,

if this subject ever come up,
which it did.

- No.
- Yes.

- No.
- No?

- No! No, we didn't.
- No?

Nothing like that.

We asked Sykes about
the Pimlico job.

And right away, he reneges
on his side of the deal,
doesn't he?

Instead of blaming poor,
dead Bobby Groves,

like he's supposed to,
he blames you.

He described the murder to us
in great detail,

how you hefted the pipe,

how you brought it down
over and over again

on her head.

The sound of the bones breaking,

the skull splintering.

How she screamed, and screamed.

And screamed.

She didn't scream.

No?

Nah, she just went down.

You were there?

Sykes. Sykes hit her.

Sykes held the pipe.

What'd you do?

Did you hold her down
while Sykes hit her?

No.

Bobby held her.

I didn't do anything, I just...

I just watched.

You were there?

- Yeah.
- You just watched?

Yeah.

He wasn't supposed to kill her,
was he?

No. I mean,

we wanted her to tell us
where the rest of the money was.

But Sykes, he just...

flipped out.

He was a crazy bastard.

He was so angry.
He didn't even care
about the money anymore.

He just wanted to kill her.

That job.

Nothing went right
on that damn job.

I thought I was in the clear.

With a steady gig, you know?

Straight-up civilian girlfriend.

I was doing good, man.

I really was.

You gonna take this one?

Mancini says it was Sykes,

Sykes says it was Groves.

I'll charge Sykes
and Mancini both,

I don't really care which one
of these geniuses

actually bashed
Carrie-Mae Reeves' brains in.

Yeah, which one is a jury
gonna believe?

Oh, it won't come to that.
I'll get them to plead out.

Mancini will go back
to prison.

What about Sykes?

Tack on another 30 years.

Life plus life plus life
plus 30?

What good does that do?

Well, I can have Sykes
transferred to ADX Florence,

in Colorado.

Maximum administrative security.

Toughest prison in the country.

He loses all his privileges,

and he spends the rest of his
life in a very small cell.

Hmm.

Justice in the null set.

Come on.

- This is great, isn't it?
- Yeah.

Now that we're not supposed
to be seeing each other?

Yeah, now that it's a secret.

It's fantastic.

The irony of ironies is,

is that Carrie-Mae Reeves
was basically a crack whore.

And Angelo Mancini had turned
his life around.

So when weighing the relative
value of their lives--

Munch, Munch, Munch.

I am not in the mood.

It's the ME's office.

The DNA is conclusive.

It's Carrie-Mae Reeves'
skeleton.

Hey, congratulations, there,
Munchkin.

That name goes up on the board
in blue.

You wanna go up?

I'm getting cold feet.

Do we really wanna tell Tina
that her mother's a bank robber,

and a prostitute?

And her sleazebag friends
bashed her head in,

after she ripped them off?

Oh man, we can sugar-coat it
a little better than that.

Better let me handle this,
I'm a little more diplomatic.

Better still, we'll call
Mrs. Reeves tomorrow,

and let her break the good news
to her granddaughter.

It's that one, up there?

It's a pretty nice place
to live for a 20-year-old
orphan art student.

Real nice.

I guess we know what Carrie-Mae
did with the cash, huh?

Yeah, must've set up
some kind of trust fund
or something.

You know, we could put Danvers
on the scent,

and see if he ferrets out
a paper trail.

You know, last I heard, Pimlico
S&L went out of business.

Swallowed up by the big
savings and loan pig-out
of the mid-eighties,

for which Ronald Reagan
was never properly admonished.

Oh, now, come on.
Leave old Ronnie out of this.

The man's got Alzheimer's.

Does that give him a free pass
from the judgement of history?

No, it gives me a free pass
to have an evening

without your
presidential politics,

and your conspiracy theories,
al right?

Ah, finally.

The stuff from the Smithsonian.

Facial reconstruction.

Better crime fighting
through technology.

So, what do you think?
Does that look like
Carrie-Mae Reeves?

After a bad night
at the Roxy, maybe.

You've got to admit,
it's a pretty good likeness.
It could be her sister.

- Or her cousin.
- Let's face it,

it could be the next-door
neighbor, it could be anybody.

Squint your eyes
from this angle,

it looks like
Madeleine Albright.

Hey, partner.

Hey.

What's this?

A souvenir.

What's the occasion?

Welcome back.

Good night.