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It was a conspiracy. Lincoln was set up
for assassination by his own men.

- I'm ignoring you.
- All right, listen. Let me ask you this.

Why is it that Ulysses Grant cancels
goin' to the theatre with Lincoln

90 minutes before and then he heads
for Philadelphia. What for, an alibi?

- There was a better play in Philadelphia!
- Who's better, Jordan or Pippen?

Moe Greenberg Warriors, '56.

Who do you think gives the orders
to someone like Ulysses Grant?

It's the Secretary of War, a man
named Edwin Stanton. Edwin Stanton.

Lincoln's regular bodyguard,
a guy named Major Eckhart,

he is replaced at the very last minute by
some drunk DC cop named John Parker.

Now, who orders this change?

The Secretary of War, Edwin Stanton.

The telegraph system goes out in DC
as soon as Lincoln is shot,

so there's no communiqu�s goin' out.

Lincoln is shot and nobody across
the world knows, it's a blackout.

Stanton is responsible for the security
of the telegraph system.

Edwin Stanton, Secretary of War.
Same guy.

And Stanton?
He wants to be President, right?

- He may have thing for Mrs Lincoln.
- Don't encourage him!

We have a uniform down.

Fairmount and Spring. Munch, you go.

The ambo's taken him.
I want you at the hospital.

Steve, it's Thormann, your amigo.

Chris Thormann.

Reading the pupils is useless.
Extreme trauma to the eyes.

Left orbital entry, right exit wound.

- Left entry wound.
- Lungs are wet. I need O2.

Give me an arterial line.

- Oh jeez.
- You're not allowed in, sir.

Let's irrigate him. 1200 CC's saline.

- Is he gonna be OK?
- He's still tachycardia at 140.

What does that mean?
What are you doin'?

Start a drip of 2 milligrams PM.

- Give me the pads. Zap him.
- BP 78 over 40.

Is he all right? Is he gonna be OK?

- Come on.
- Get off of me!

Call Security.

Let's go again. Clear.

76 over 40.

Clear!
BP78 over 40.

Adena Watson. 11 -years-old, found
8 days ago in a rear yard, Kirk Avenue.

Strangled, disembowelled, molested.

We have a new lead on the murderer.

The top copy is a diagram of a house
we're interested in on Kirk Avenue.

- We have been all over Kirk.
- Same block, new address.

The name is Berrick -
B-E-R-R-l-C-K.

We believe that Adena Watson
was murdered in the Berrick house,

taken to the roof and then carried down
the fire stairs

into the yard where we found her.

Inside, we'll be looking for anything
that belongs to a little girl,

including a small gold heart shaped
earring, or any signs of blood.

Police. We have
a search warrant. Get up!

Wake up, wake up!

- Come on! Come on!
- Up, up, up!

- What'd I do?
- We've got a warrant.

My name is Detective Pembleton
from the Baltimore Police.

We're executing a search and seizure.
We demand your cooperation.

Hands on top of your head. Move it in.

Hands on top of your head.
Down on your knees.

Move it!

Every day for two weeks!

Cut it out!

Give a working slug a break, OK?

- What you gonna do, call the cops?
- I am the cops.

You live here and you're the cops!

The way you dress you look like
you're coming from a funeral.

- I figured you sell insurance.
- Knock off the noise.

You got another six
of that fancy beer there?

Every Friday since I moved in
you stack 'em up on the corner.

Ever since you moved in there's been
constant banging and hammering.

Life is impossible enough, all right?

I could use a cold beer just about now.
You wanna come on in, neighbour?

Thanks, but not right now cos I just
got off work and I got a date tonight.

- Whoa! Hey, have a good time!
- What are you doin'?

What's wrong with you?
You wanna get locked up?

Come here. That's my beer.

Listen, anytime you need anything
in wood, you come to me.

Lorenzo Madera.

Real name's Larry, but everybody's got
an angle these days.

Larry gets me work at the lumbar yard,

Lorenzo gets my work in
from Santa Fe to Montreal.

Lorenzo, why don't you just tell Larry
that a tired and thirsty police officer

is about to give you a lesson here
in the law. All right?

I make cabinets, stereo speakers,
armoires and this...

Oh jeez! You can't have this in here.

Look, the building is not zoned
for... coffins.

You know, I love wood. Don't you?

You love wood. You're asking me...

Yeah.

I recently divorced
from a 23 year marriage.

I give my wife half of everything I make

and I make it at a rotten,
lousy, stinking job!

I'm renting in a second rate building
in a third rate neighbourhood.

I'm gettin' old. My back goes out on me
once a month.

- And you're asking... Wood?
- Yeah, wood!

- Wood!
- Here...

Have a beer on me.

Thanks.

Suspect's name is Zorn.
Z-O-R-N. Amelia.

The victim was one Russell Heppner,

middle-aged West Baltimore man who,

as he warmed up his car
one cool morning,

was blasted by a shotgun.

Did she pull the trigger?

We believe she hired someone.
Why?

Miss Zorn and Mr Heppner
worked together. Never amicably.

Discussed whether Spiro T. Agnew's
head should be enshrined in marble

and placed in the United States
Capitol Building.

Evidently, every former vice president
from John Adams to George Bush

has a bust of his likeness
above the senate gallery.

They never did one of Agnew,
for obvious reasons.

Miss Zorn feels vehemently

that Maryland's favourite son deserves
his rightful place in the Capitol building.

- And Mr Hefner doesn't... didn't.
- And so she had him killed.

According to the co-worker
who called us,

Miss Zorn said, at Mr Hefner's funeral,
"I told him I was serious",

and then went on to give details
about hiring a hit man.

I wanna close this case, fast.
I've got the Thormann case,

I'm getting grief from the bosses,
I've got cholesterol of 281.

- You've gotta stop eatin' Italian, Gee.
- I live for fettuccine.

Whoa! Hey!

When are they gonna come out
of surgery?

Its like a jury, Steve - the longer
they're in there, the better the chance is.

It smells like vinegar in this place!

Oh, Eve!

Just tell me if he's dead, all right?

No, no. He's upstairs in surgery.

I've gotta know exactly
what's happening, all right? OK?

All right, yeah.
Look, I'll try to get an update.

- OK.
- He'll be OK.

Oh, damn it!

What's wrong with you guys?

Listen to me,

I'm not just his friend, I am a cop.

Now, I have to know
whether he's gonna make it

because if not, I'm gotta start
a homicide investigation.

Listen, if that guy has any family at all
and he cares about them,

he'll let himself die
on the operating table.

By the way, is he an organ donor?

- Hey.
- Hey.

Look, er... the doctor says it's not gonna
be easy, but he's gonna be OK.

- OK.
- All right? He's gonna be OK.

I know, I know.

How many? One, two, three.

I think I've found something.

Adena was wearing
heart shaped earrings.

- Any blood here?
- Er... no.

Just, er... take Leuco tests of everything,

and prints from everywhere.

That's a lot of house.

Yeah, that's a lot of house.

People live like this.

I tell you, if Adena was killed here

imagine what her last hours were like.

You know, I'm not too crazy
about having this thing here.

I'm a custom stereo speaker maker
by reputation.

But this guy pays me 6,000 dollars
cash upfront.

Who pays that like that these days?

He's specific about the type of wood
he wants, he wants it in three weeks.

I bang out the job, the guy's a no-show.

A coffin in your house.

You see, I think that's inviting disaster.

I dunno, a flood.

I dunno what, but it's not good,
it's not right.

- You've gotta get rid of it?
- What, and have him show up?

Hey, it took me a week just to steam
bend the corners so they can fit.

My wife can't bear the sight of me,

but to see me laid out in this box...

she would buy drinks for everybody
from 6 to 60, from Hamden to Herndale.

You know, the woman I love

she left me...
what... nine or ten years ago.

She said she owed the world a tragedy.

She moved to Bethesda.

Sometimes I think
I should make a trip down there

just to say hello one more time.

She made my life hell,

but she opened up my heart.

There's gotta be a woman out there
lookin' forward to meeting you.

I'd do anything to be in love again.

Chris Thormann has four citations
for valour

in his three years
with the Baltimore city PD.

He's the very model
of a modern police officer.

We will not rest until his assailants
are apprehended.

He's on the sidewalk,
Fairmount and Spring, lying face up.

His gun is out of its holster, gone.

Shooter took Thormann's gun
away from him.

Thormann gets shot
with his own gun. Idiot!

Excuse me... I'm talking to him.
You making a call on this already?

Did you get up and find a new set of ping
pong balls with your breakfast cereal?

See over there. That's real police,
that's a Roman gladiator.

Drag your behind over there
and tell him what you think.

- I didn't mean it the way I said it.
- Skirt!

- Mrs Thormann?
- Yeah.

- Your husband's out of surgery...
- Can I see him?

- Not yet. He's on his way to recovery.
- But he's all right?

He's still critical at this point.

The fact that he survived
the surgery's a miracle.

We won't know the damage
until he wakes up.

- When's that gonna be, doctor?
- I don't have a clue.

- Can you get that thing out of my face?
- Get out with the lens. GET OUT!

- Would you get out of my face.
- Give me the case.

- Did I say no how many times?
- I want the case.

- Thormann's still alive. That's all.
- I'm asking.

- I can't. Policy.
- Since when?

Since you told me you think of him
kind of like a son.

Look, I'm asking, Gee.
You know I'm being nice about it.

We've never hand an unsolved cop
shooting in this town's history. Never!

Successful busts,
successful prosecutions,

everything clean, everything straight,
everyone happy.

You, you'd be a banshee on rollerblades.

I'd be scared of you.
I'd be scared for you.

I'm not asking anymore, I'm begging you.

I'm not putting you in a jackpot
situation. Munch is on the case!

- Hey, Crosetti...
- All right!

I know what you're doing. It's still no.
This is cheap. This doesn't scare me.

The first bullet that hits me
in the leg. It hits me in the leg.

- And it's a through and through bullet...
- Crosetti!

The second bullet goes through the
piece of crap vest that I'm wearing

and that means that I end up wearing
a colostomy bag for eight months,

until they do the reverse operation
and fix my colon,

and I get hepatitis as a bonus.

- Crosetti, listen...
- Listen to me.

The third bullet shoots me,
goes out the other end.

I'm wearing a vest but who knew
the shooter used Teflon bullets.

Who knew how much blood would come
out when they got hit by a Teflon bullet.

You and Lewis. But Lewis is the primary.

Listen. Lewis is the primary. You got it?

Now get your clothes on
and get out of here.

- We got the case. I'm the primary.
- I heard it all. I'm the primary.

Agnew took bribes and cash kickbacks

when he was Baltimore County
Executive and governor of Maryland.

But not while Vice President.

He pleaded nolo contendere
to charges of tax evasion.

He resigned as VP in total disgrace.

The bust isn't based on merit,

it's based on being thorough,
historically thorough.

Governor Hughes had Agnew's portrait
taken down

from the Maryland state house and put in
the basement, where I hope it's rotting.

I read this article about Aaron Burr

said he killed Alexander Hamilton
in a duel

and tried to set up an empire in the west.

His bust is in the Capitol.

Rather than put in Agnew's,
let's take down Burr's.

Hey, Nixon has a whole library.

Munch, I need your notes
on the Thormann crime scene.

On my desk.

Spiro's getting on. They're bound to
honour him eventually, why not now?

Because it's gonna cost 50,000
of my dollars.

I'd rather they
fixed the potholes on Guildford.

I'm beginning to understand why Amelia
Zorn had Russell Heppner iced.

Been here for nine damn hours!

We're done here, Bayliss.

The lab boys are packing it in.
They sent all the adult males downtown.

I have a feeling...

- No, don't say it.
- Don't say what?

That there's nothing here, a dead end,
another Tim Bayliss goose chase.

I wasn't going to say that. Look,
all of a sudden you can read my mind?

You said the other day

that I wouldn't be a homicide detective
as I don't have the killer's mind,

- Mm-hm.
- So, do you?

- Do what? Do I have the killer's mind?
- Yeah.

Look outside, tell me what you see.

Let's see, I see people hanging out
on their stoops,

I see some trees, I see a grocery store.

OK, I look out here
and see the same stuff,

but all this stuff has my name on it,
just like the criminal.

I see unlocked cars, snatchable pocket
books, windows open just a crack.

What does this have to do
with murder?

- That's funny?
- Don't you get that?

- What?
- That's my point, Bayliss.

We have a statement from Amelia Zorn
claiming she paid you 5,400 dollars

to kill Russell Heppner.

Well, that is incorrect.

Amelia Zorn paid me 5,400 dollars
not to kill Russell Hefner,

but to procure someone who would.
That's what I do.

When there's a need for a special kind
of talent, I bring people together.

You mean you're an agent for hit men?

Well, that's putting it so grim!

I prefer to see myself as you are -

performing a community service.

When someone's in a troublesome
relationship, they need options.

I provide an option.

Would you be willing to supply us
with a list of your other clients?

Of course!

You're a happy guy, aren't you, Miles?

I'm lucky to be doin' something
I love, yeah.

This guy's a beauty -
complete sociopath!

He's been in this line of work
for some time.

Been killing people for a woman
named Calpurnia Church.

Calpurnia Church...

Says he's killed three or four of her
husbands. Can't remember exactly.

Tried to kill her niece three but, er...

No matter what I do, Dollie won't die!

Lewis' case. Dollie Withers.

- The Reverend Church.
- You got it, Gee.

Miles will also testify that he killed,
under Calpurnia's direction,

her brother-in-law, an old boarder
in the house on East Kennedy Avenue...

...and an elderly woman, who
Calpurnia sent for Chinese takeout.

On her way back, the old gal gets shot
point blank, right in her Moo shu pork.

You make me feel very warm inside.
Keep talking this kind of talk, I love it!

We can snap this case shut, Chief,

but, like you said, Calpurnia is Lewis'
case. We don't wanna step on any toes.

Well, Lewis is working
on the Thormann shooting.

You guys take it. When it's time,
if he's clear, we'll include him in.

OK, take em' all downtown.

Forensics found nothing.

We're never gonna find Thormann's gun.
Its been sold three times by now.

It's probably being used in a heist in
some cantina in the Yucat�n right now.

- Let's put it away for now, Steve.
- Somebody had to see something.

Do you want me to dust my own behind
for fingerprints?

Come on, let's go.

You know, when Chris
was training under me

we found that we both liked jazz -

the modern composers
like Gato Barbieri and David Sanborn,

and Keith Jarrett in the early recordings.

And Chris says
that it's like dolphin music,

cos it puts him in this water state
where he's floating,

and communication happens
without any words.

Anyway, er... I don't know if
up in heaven, God listens to jazz.

Hey, Chris is gonna make it.

I think I broke my hand.

What up, Sarge?

Detective Lewis. I'm doing a follow-up
on the shooting of Officer Thormann.

- Did Thormann forget his nightstick?
- First I heard of it.

Do you have a suspect in custody?
How soon till you crack the case?

Let me ask you a question. When you
gonna graduate from journalism school?

- Am I early?
- Hi.

- I am. What a fool...
- What are you mumbling?

Hi, er... hello. We said seven o'clock,
didn't we? I'm five minutes early...

That's not a problem. Come in.

- No. I'm sorry about this...
- Come in!

- OK, Doctor Blythe.
- Carol.

I am not go around calling you
Detective Bolander all night!

Hey! Here...

Oh, they're beautiful.

- The guy at the florists picked them out.
- Thank you.

What?

Perfume.

I usually smell of formaldehyde!
Let's get out of this lab coat...

- Did you arrest all the neighbourhood?
- No, we left an old white lady behind.

Any of these jokers panning out?

Murderers lie
cos they've got to,

witnesses lie cos they think they've got
to, and everybody else lies for joy of it!

- Get to it.
- OK, Gee.

- Hey, Crosetti.
- Yeah?

- Are you a friend of Thormann's?
- Yeah.

You got any pictures of him, casual
photos? Anything better than this!

Get the hell out of here, please. What
have we got a reporter in here for?

Where are they? C'mon!

I thought the copies of my interviews
were there!

- Whoa, baby!
- I got it.

I got it. I know where everything's at.
Don't touch anything.

I got it all. I know where everything goes.

Give it to me!
I said not to touch this.

- Look, Bayliss, I'm only trying to help.
- Yeah? Well help walk away! I got this.

There they are.

Slow down.

Put somebody else with him.
Did you see what he did?

- I saw him. The kid is trying.
- He tries too hard.

- I don't like it.
- You don't like anybody.

You might, as his partner,
put in a good word.

What do you want me to say?
He's an OK detective, he's thorough,

he listens, he's learning to look
and see the crime scene.

But he's a snail, he's too damn slow.

If he were a homicide, Frank, you who
I'd assign to that case? The snail.

You know that he'd drag his shell all over
the city until he shook someone loose.

This I know.

And I don't like his damn ties.

# How do I

# Say goodbye

# To what we had?

# The good times
that made us laugh... #

Oh, music, food, wine.

I want more music and more wine!

Wine.

The Greeks would go on these
Bacchanals, three day drinking festivals,

so that they'd be able to see
the colours in the world again.

Three days.

If I did that, the world would turn
to black and white!

No. You and I, we're lucky. We get
as close to death as a person can.

- That's luck?
- Yeah.

Everyone I see nowadays...

...Iooks like a murder suspect.

Yeah...

Everyone!

Mothers, husbands, daughters, sons,

bosses, secretaries, priests, nuns.

I haven't had a nun confess to me yet,
but it'll happen

cos anyone will and can kill anyone else
for any reason at all.

I don't know what the world's coming to.
I've lost my way.

Maybe that's why I lost my wife.

Cos I couldn't see any of the colours
she wanted me to see.

I don't think all the wine in the world
would make any difference with that.

Hey, Stanley...

Maybe we better find
that bottle of wine.

- Oh, I think we should.
- Yeah...

Maybe we should look for it now.

- OK.
- Yeah.

Maybe we should look for it at my place.

Yeah.

Jeez! It's me.

- Oh, I'm supposed to be off tonight!
- Well, then you're off.

Yeah, I am but I'm not, you know?

Yeah, this is Detective Bolander.
Uh-huh.

Hiya, Lieutenant.

No, no. It's no problem.

Really?

No. No, OK, I'll get right over there.

Yeah. Has there been any word
on Officer Thormann?

OK. Thanks.

I gotta go.

You could be a little late.

No, no. I've gotta go.

Half hour?

I can't. The squad is shorthanded.

Of course.

I can't stay with you. I want to, but...

I can't.

What are you doin'?

- Nothin'.
- Huh? What's that?

It's a rosary, all right. I'm praying.

- Cos you didn't break your hand?
- I'm praying for Chris.

- Praying for Chris?
- Yeah.

OK, but you didn't pray for yourself
when you got shot.

Well, a lot of other people prayed for me.

- Say a Hail Mary with me, OK?
- No.

We'll say that Chris gets out of this
thing all right, we find his shooter

and in return he can send
the both of us to hell.

No, you do the hell thing yourself.
That's Catholic, that's your thing.

And I've always had a few... questions
about Catholics, OK? No offence.

We Baptists believe in Mary too,

but this whole virgin birth,
I just can't get behind that.

The virgin birth is very important.

The virgin mother of God,
she's done me a lot of favours.

- You personally?
- Yeah.

So, why don't you just say it,
for my sake?

- No.
- You can do it.

Do it for Chris.

OK, one. Real fast.

And if this works,
you go to hell by yourself.

Mr Delahunt, what was your relationship
to Calpurnia Church?

- I'm her nephew.
- Her nephew...

- And I'm her husband.
- You're her husband.

- Her nephew first. Now I'm her husband.
- You married your aunt?

She took me to see an old man, who told
me I wasn't actually related to her.

- Who was the old man?
- I... I don't know.

- Then why did you believe him?
- I don't know.

Are you aware
that over the past few years

several members of your family
have died suddenly?

Sure. My wife, Aunt Calpurnia,
she kills 'em for the insurance money.

- You know this?
- We all know it. Ain't hard to figure out.

Five husbands dead. Sisters, brothers.

My cousin, Dollie, has been shot twice,
cut once.

Knowing what Calpurnia was up to,

why sign an insurance policy
naming her beneficiary?

She's got hexes. Voodoo curses.

- She can bend any man to do her will.
- Why not call the police?

She says she was untouchable.
Said she could kill anybody she wanted,

and that four doctors would testify
she was crazy.

Mr Delahunt, do you understand
that you will probably be murdered next?

Yeah... Yes, ma'am.

- So help us stop her.
- No. No, ma'am.

- Why not?
- She's got the power.

Whatever I do, I'm doomed.

Can you can tell us anything
about the murders?

I don't know the specifics. You will
have to check the albums for that.

What albums?

Aunt Calpurnia keeps a big photo album
of all the people she kills.

She's got their death certificates
and insurance policies.

- And where are these albums now?
- At... at her house.

We sent the last of the suspects
back to Fairmount.

We got no witnesses, we got
no weapons, we got no evidence.

Damn.

OK, run this by me again.

- The scalapur is what?
- Scapular.

Named after the bone?
And what is a rosary?

You're really pushing the envelope.

If we don't break this nut in 72 hours,
we'll be back in dry dock. Come on.

Scapula's like a guarantee.

Depending on the make and the model,
it's got a five year warrantee.

The rosary is for special petitions

and... lasts for a lifetime.

- A lifetime guarantee?
- A lifetime guarantee.

OK, we'll go with the rosary.
Now what?

- It's your rosary, you get the phone.
- Homicide.

Yes, I'm handling
the Chris Thormann shooting.

Yeah, er... You know
who the shooter is?

Er... Oh, yes. Do you have
an address, please?

Er... well, my name is Detective Crosetti.
What is your name, please?

No, can you tell me your...

Our shooter is Alfred Smith.

- The caller have a name?
- No, it was a male, an anonymous call.

Yeah, right! Anonymous call.

Anonymous donor, anonymous letter
to the editor.

They can call it anonymous
if they want to, but me and you,

we know different, huh?

Hey, Lewis, look who's here.

Calpurnia Church.

We got her, Meldrick.
She's goin' down.

This thing is workin', baby.

- I'm not Alfred Smith.
- Not Alfred Smith?

No. I'm Charlie Flavin. I don't know why
you get this address.

I thought you'd have him by now.
I just got back from hospital.

- You saw the shooting?
- Yeah. Over there.

- Oh, sorry.
- Yeah.

- How long you had these headaches?
- The last seven years.

Cluster headaches.
Three, four migraines a day.

Every day, six months out of the year.

They got me on everything -

beta blockers, channel blockers,
blood thinners.

And if that don't work,
I take one of these... Percodans.

They're legal. Strong enough
to knock down a horse.

Well, I'm sorry about your headaches.

In ten minutes, you wouldn't want to
be around. I can feel it starting to move,

and when it crests,
I'll be beggin' you to shoot me.

Yeah, well... The Thormann shooting.
You'll testify?

You'll testify that you saw Alfred Smith
shooting...

I'll testify. I'll said I'll testify...
if I'm not having a migraine.

OK, Miss Church. Here we go again...

I've gotta go to the bathroom.

OK, fine. I'll show you the way.

You wanna come inside with me,
cute boy?

- That's tempting, but you go on ahead.
- I need my medicines.

Which medicine? I took about two dozen
different kinds out of that purse.

- All of them.
- All of 'em?

If I gave you all of 'em, you'd take all of
'em, then I gotta explain to my lieutenant

why I let my suspect OD
in the ladies room.

I got my constitutional rights
to my medicine.

OK, next. Killburn.

- Two L's, as in kill. Seems appropriate!
- Got it.

All right. Death certificate,
Pamela Killburn, age nineteen.

She was in her Aunt Calpurnia's care
when she succumbed to an overdose.

Pathologists attribute the overdose
to an injection of deodorant.

This is an insurance policy
for Pamela Killburn, 2000 dollars.

Beneficiary, Calpurnia Church.

- How about that?
- What you laughin' at?

Somebody need to teach religion,
standing there, laughing.

Someone need to teach me
religion? Me?

Death certificate for a Charles Trent.
T-R-E-N-T.

Damn! I've been workin' on that
for two months.

Stone cold from Plainfield,
New Jersey.

Found by the B and O rail bed at Clifton
Park - one gunshot wound to the head.

- Where's he from?
- Plainfield, New Jersey.

How's that connect
with the black widow?

Insurance policy. 60,000 dollars.
Double Indemnity.

- How many people you murdered?
- I didn't murder no one.

That's something you and I
need to talk about.

It don't matter whether you pulled the
trigger, you caused someone to be shot.

You will be charged with murder...
Sit back down here, please.

I need my medicines.

You listen to me. You've already been
charged with three different murders.

You're about to be charged
with a whole lot more.

This would be a good time to sit here
and tell me what happened.

- I don't know what you're talkin' about.
- Calpurnia!

I ain't murdered no one.

You don't make sense. I don't know
what you're talkin' about.

Are you willing to take a lie detector test
to prove that?

I can't take no lie detector test.

The stress. My health!

I'll get my doctor to give you a note.

Oh... OK, Calpurnia Church.

You don't have to tell me the truth
if you don't want to.

I get paid by the hour. I could be here
all night. You're still gonna be charged.

I ain't murdered no one.

OK, fine. Let's go.

Can I have a fried chicken sandwich
from Crazy John's?

No. Not tonight.

Munch, what's goin' on?

- What are you doin' here?
- I got beeped.

Hispanic, 47-years-old.

No forced entry. The landlord called
when he couldn't get an answer.

The neighbours complained
cos it was too quiet.

One of them said that he was,
"A man of loud desperation."

We checked his effects and the
apartment and there's no sign of drugs.

He only drank beer.

- You know this guy?
- He's my neighbour.

- You live here?
- Right next door.

You moved here after the divorce?

- Yes, this is where I live, all right?
- Just curious.

From the state of rigor,
he's been dead within the day.

Late afternoon, early evening.

It'd have to be past six o'clock.
He was banging when I left.

No bruises, no signs of any blood,
no signs of a struggle.

I'd say he qualifies for a full autopsy.

He has his own coffin, maybe he goes
to the head of the line.

- Suicide?
- We'll rip him open and find out.

He died of a broken heart.

I like that. He dies at home
of a broken heart. It's refreshing!

You've got some friends, big man.

He's not my friend. I talked to him once.
He liked working with wood.

- Bethesda is how far away?
- 45 minutes by car. You know that.

He would never have got there.

Hey, didn't you have your date tonight?

For 100 dollars you can have your
cremated remains shipped to Wisconsin

where they load them into shotgun shells
and fire them into the sky.

That's written down
in my final instructions.

So, nobody's ever gonna put me
in a box.

It's time to assign you to another case.

No. Flat out no, sir.

Sometimes we're so focused
on one thing we can't see the answer.

Sometimes working on something else
leads us back to where we ought to be.

You know, I can still see her.

In the rain.

Arms stretching out
of her little raincoat.

Tiny hand.

And for a few seconds

the rain makes her hand look like
she's moving her fingers.

Tim.

You're tired.

Some guys, if they can't make it
in Homicide,

they get transferred to Fugitive
or Auto Theft, or Fraud.

Not me. If I don't make it here

I'll quite the damn force,
because what we do...

There's nothing else that a cop can do
that matters as much as this.

I'll close this damn case,
I promise.

Yeah. I think you will.

- Hey, doc!
- Hey! You were just here.

I can't beat the price of admission!
Is there any change?

Chances are that he'll live.

We're not sure about the severity
of the brain damage.

- What are you gonna do?
- I'm only a doctor.

We get the body to a certain point,
it heals itself.

Or not.

Meanwhile, we wait.

I brought some of Chris's things here.

His Discman...

His shaving kit, some clean pairs
of socks, you know?

I must be in some kind of a fog,
I keep thinking he needs these things.

He's so careful about the way he looks.
He'd be furious if he could see himself.

They, er...

They said that he might be blind,
but, er...

it would still drive him up the wall.

Oh, Jesus.

I could have been a scientist, you know?

Or a rich stockbroker.

A world traveller.

I should not have to be here.

- It's horrible for me to think that.
- No, it's not.

- I have to go to the bathroom.
- OK.

- You'll stay with Chris until I get back?
- Yeah.

Who is it?

I know, er... I know it's very late...

It's Detective Bolander.

Stanley...

What's wrong?

I couldn't sleep...
I wanted to drive

so I got in my car.
I was driving it just around...

I came by the end of your street, and...

Can I have that glass of wine now?

Yeah. Come in out of the rain. Come on.

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