All language subtitles for Homicide s06e03 Blood Ties 3.eng

'I'm here with Felix Wilson
and his wife, Regina,

speaking publicly for the first time
about Malia Brierre,

'their young Haitian housekeeper found
brutally murdered three nights ago.

'There's been speculation

'about your family not cooperating
with homicide detectives...

- Did you know they were going on TV?
- Hm-mm, news to me.

'... we consulted with our lawyers
not to impede police progress

'but for legal counsel.

'There's no one that wants to catch
Malia's killer more than we do.

'We're doing all we can to ensure
the murderer is brought to justice.'

'Ln the hopes that someone
will come forward and tell the truth,

'we're offering a reward of $10,000
for any information leading to an arrest.'

What?

'We've set up a hotline for information
on the murder of Malia Brierre...

We'll be bombarded with calls from
every fool from here to Port-au-Prince.

Maybe the reward will help.

It won't help.

- You havin' this baby any time soon?
- Right now would be fine by me.

You hear that?
Come on, let's go to the hospital.

Why don't I take a day off work,
spend time with you and Livie?

And avoid having to deal
with the Wilson case?

You've waited to get back to Homicide,
and now you wanna stay at home?

Felix Wilson did not kill Malia Brierre.

I know how much respect
you have for him.

He's having an affair with the girl,
he's made himself a suspect.

I let my personal feelings
interfere with the police work.

Frank, as much as you hate to believe it,
you are only human.

- You do have personal feelings.
- I gotta go to work.

- Frank! You seen the headlines?
- I'm sure you'll enlighten me.

"Baltimore Homicide
Stumped By Brierre Murder."

- Business as usual.
- Not for me. We look like idiots.

The opinion of the media means jack.
We've worked this case properly.

But the Wilsons' lawyering up suddenly
makes us look less than competent.

Just cos they hired attorneys
doesn't mean they're guilty.

- I agree.
- What?

- I agree with you, Pembleton!
- Well, glory be and hallelujah.

- Good morning!
- What's good about it?

Barnfather's waiting in my office.
He wants the Brierre case closed today.

- That'd take a miracle.
- Then start praying.

- What faith are you?
- Catholic. You?

- Die-hard agnostic.
- Great.

The last thing we need are headlines
shouting about police incompetence.

We've dealt with that pressure before
by doing our job.

I also don't like hearing media innuendo
that we're protecting potential suspects

because they're rich or black.

- That's ridiculous.
- You're friends with the family.

How long will it be before
the press vultures get wind of that?

Colonel, we've worked this
from every angle.

What evidence, what facts?

Malia Brierre was strangled and
bludgeoned to death in the men's room.

She had consensual sex
the night she was killed.

With Felix Wilson,
according to his account.

We've eliminated her ex-boyfriend
as a suspect, and with no other...

The natural course of this investigation
returns to the Wilsons.

- Take appropriate action.
- Felix Wilson admitted to an affair.

That's not enough to assume
he's guilty of murder.

Damn it! The public needs
to see movement.

Do whatever you have to.

I don't want this ground to a halt

because the Wilsons
have hired expensive attorneys.

Yes, sir.

All right...

...search the house.

Get hair and blood samples
from Felix and Hal Wilson.

His lawyers may make that
difficult for us.

Talk to Danvers, get warrants.

Wilkie, Wilkie, Wilkie.
You don't look so good, my brother.

Yeah. Neither does Mrs Wilkie.

See, this is what you get
for talkin' to the police, huh?

Snitchin' out Junior Bunk,
what were you thinkin' about, huh?

Hate to break it to you, Lewis.
I don't think he's listening.

I dunno, I just...
I like to hear his name out loud.

- Wilkie, Wilkie, Wilkie.
- Friend of yours?

The man gave up information leading
to the arrest of Georgia Rae Mahoney,

sister of Luther, mother of Junior Bunk.

- Georgia set up Junior to shoot at us.
- Huh. Nice place.

Say what you will about the Wilk-dog.
The cat had style.

We need you upstairs.
A kid, a kid.

Upstairs.
He was hidin' behind the dresser.

When we went near him, he ran
in the bathroom and locked the door.

Hello? Anybody home?

Come on, we're police officers, OK?

We ain't gonna hurt you.
Open the door, let us in.

My turn, Meldrick.

Don't be scared kid. We're comin' in.

Whoa! Hey, easy now!
Some arm you got there, huh?

Hey, calm down.
It's all right. Come here.

- No! No!
- It's gonna be OK.

OK, OK...

Regina, I'd like to speak to you.

The attorneys don't want us
talking to the police.

I'm here as a friend. I'd like to help.

Come in.

My detectives have no interest
in harming your family,

and even if they wanted to,
I wouldn't allow it.

At the same time, they've an obligation
to solve the murder of Malia Brierre.

Then why haven't they?

If the guilt of this murder
lies within your family,

and you went to lawyers,

and they told you do nothing, say
nothing, then your lawyers were right.

But if fear of scandal and exposure
sent you to the lawyers,

then I have to tell you,
you made the worst move possible.

Why is that?

There'll be a paper trail.

There'll be affidavits, search warrants,
Grand Jury summonses.

The press will have room
to do their work.

I can't control that.
I can't protect you.

You don't have to protect me, Al.
Felix told me about Malia.

I was hurt, of course,
and then angry,

and then incredibly sorry for myself.

But my first instinct when he told me
was to call our lawyers.

Felix didn't want to. I insisted.

You and I both know
how the system treats black men.

I will not have him made to look
like he's guilty of murder

for lack of a better suspect.

The system has changed. We don't
railroad people into convictions.

We'll make our own way. If that means
listening to our lawyers, then we'll listen.

If that means some scandal,
then we will suffer some scandal.

But my family had nothing
to do with Malia's death.

Your obligation is not to me.
You do what you can do for Malia.

So Wilkie Collins
was murdered as payback?

Wilkie gave up Junior Bunk.
Junior gave up Georgia Rae.

The next thing we know, Wilkie and
his wife wind up shot, execution-style.

You tell me, Gee. Coincidence?

Only bone is Junior and Georgia are
in jail, so neither coulda killed Collins.

So she calls up the hit from inside.
I say we go shake her tree.

- I say look for the shooter instead.
- Tie the trigger-puller to Georgia Rae.

What about the kid?

Social Services is tryin'
to track the grandparents.

- Think he heard anything?
- I think he heard everything.

- I say sit the kid down, Gee.
- Go get him.

Get him over to Social Services
when you're through.

- Oh, and Falsone?
- Yeah?

If he refuses to talk, don't push.

- Be gentle.
- Aren't I always?

We got this special room
over here. We call it the Box.

Jack-ln-The-Box. Hey!
Jack-ln-The-Box, get it?

I guess you must get that all the time.

"Jack And The Beanstalk",
"Jack and Jill went up the hill..."

"Little Jack Horner", "Jumpin' Jack
Flash". I'm outta Jacks, you know...

Come on, right in here.

Jack the Ripper, Jacks of all trades,
you know, Jack this. Come on, Jack.

Let's go on in here and talk.
Come on, baby.

'Get on the floor, bitch! '

Hey?

Mommy, Mommy...

- Huh, what, kid?
- Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!

Mommy! Mommy!

- 'Get ready! '
- 'No! '

- Get away! No! No! No! No!
- You're OK. What happened?

We walk across the floor,
and the kid starts freakin'.

- We gotta get him outta here.
- Where to?

- Someplace quiet.
- All right, I'll go with you.

Call Social Services.
We'll check in later.

Whadya say? Blow this pop stand,
go find someplace? Whadya say?

I wanna go home.

You ever been here before, Jack?

Let me tell you somethin'.
This is the best playground in Baltimore.

You gotta come here during the day,
when all the kids are in school.

This way, you got whole entire place
to yourself.

You got the slide, the jungle gym,
any swing you want.

Hey, you wanna go on the swing?

The sandbox?

Seesaw?

Yeah, you're probably into that hi-tech
CD ROM Power Rangers way to play.

Hoo-hoo-hawah-uh-wah-wah!

Hoo!

I'm sorry.
I can't help you there, Jack.

I'm an old-fashioned kind of guy.
I never even touched a laptop.

Hey, did you finish the autopsy report
on Elefante?

Camden Yards murder, right? Yeah.
I got it right here.

- How's the arm?
- It's fine.

Good. Here you go.

- Thanks.
- Kellerman, come here.

Yeah?

Luther Mahoney's sister, Georgia Rae.
She tell you why she wanted you shot?

Some kind of psycho revenge.
She's insane. Why?

Yeah, I don't know
if this means anything,

but Falsone was asking
about the Mahoney shooting

at Miss Irene's the other day.

You were at the bar with him?

I was eating lunch alone,
and he came in for a drink.

- You wanna hear this or not?
- Yeah, go ahead.

- He asked me if it was a clean shooting.
- What'd you tell him?

I told him I thought
it was a clean shooting.

- I don't believe this guy.
- Was it?

- What?
- Was the shooting straight up?

- Or did I lie to Falsone?
- You did the autopsy. You gotta ask?

Well, I pulled the file this morning,

and Mahoney's bruised over half
of his body, with a hairline fracture...

All of which you saw at the time,
none of which you thought twice about.

- Are you doubting me?
- No, I am doubting myself.

You and I were sleeping together then.
You told me and I believed you.

If it wasn't your case,
I might've looked further.

Now you're doing Falsone, anything
he says is golden? That's how it works?

Yeah, that's how it works, Kellerman.
I got bodies waiting.

Whatever.

All right, Jack.
Look, I'm gonna go down the slide.

You can come with me if you want,
or you can sit there all by yourself.

That's not a police car.

What?

How come you don't have
a real police car?

Cos I'm a Detective. We don't drive
squad cars, we drive Cavaliers.

That, I believe, is a '92 Cavalier.

'91.

You like cars?

Yeah, you like cars.

Well, I happen to know a little bit
about automobiles myself.

OK, you got two wires, right?
One in each hand.

You gotta peel back the casing,
make sure you get contact.

Then it's real simple. Just touch
the wires together, and you're all set.

I wanna try.

Here.

That's it.

The real slick ones can do the whole
manoeuvre in under a minute.

- But not you, right?
- Not me.

If I catch you stealing a car,
you won't be able to sit for a week.

Same as my old man told me
when he taught me this trick.

My dad, he wired many a ride, man.

Corvettes, mostly.
He had a thing for Corvettes.

My dad's dead.

Yeah, he is.

Mommy, too.

Yeah. I know you're sad about that.
I'm sorry.

Mommy was screaming.
I didn't help her.

You did the right thing, Jack.
There was nothin' you could do to help.

But you can help her now.
Tell me what you heard.

Was it a man that hurt your parents?

- One man or two?
- One.

Did you know who he was?

- Daddy does.
- The man knew your father?

Yes. He calls on the phone.

Yeah? When did he call?

Did he call last night?

The search warrant
for the Wilson home isn't a problem.

Felix's acknowledgment of an affair
with the victim is enough

to make the residence
a legitimate avenue for investigation.

What about blood and hair?

For Felix Wilson
there's enough probable cause,

but there's nothing to justify taking blood
from his wife or daughter or son.

What about fingerprints?

We recovered dozens of prints
from that bathroom.

With that, can we compel all four
of the Wilsons to provide fingerprints?

A fingerprint is less invasive, but what
would a print in a public restroom prove?

Quite a bit if it belongs
to Thea or Regina.

- They got no business in a men's room.
- But for Felix or Hal, it's useless.

A print hit will mean nothing to a jury.

But if we can get a print
from Hal Wilson at the crime scene,

then that might be enough probable
cause for a warrant for blood and hair.

Evidentiary leapfrog.

Why not?

OK... get me a print from Hal Wilson
in that bathroom...

...and I'll get you a warrant
for his blood and hair.

What's with all the set-up, Falsone?
Just show us what you know.

- I know how to start the car.
- Oh, yeah?

Shh.

All right. Thanks to Jack here,
we have our first break in the case.

- This is Wilkie's answering machine.
- Hold on.

I already checked the answering
machine. Ain't nothin' on...

Go ahead, Jack.

'Wilkie, this is Robert. You home?
Pick up if you're around. We gotta talk.'

That the voice you heard?

- He the one that hurt your parents?
- Yes.

- It's a first name, but it's a start.
- Why doesn't Jack go get a soda?

Yeah. Hey, Jim?

You know where the soda machine is?
Go buy yourself somethin' nice.

- This is messed up.
- What?

This is completely messed up.

I know who it is.
At least I think I do.

It sounded like
Robert Castleman.

- Castleman?
- Who's he, another dealer?

We worked Narcotics together.
He's a cop.

We'll get an inventory
of what's been taken.

All right.

Everything goes to Evidence Control
pending the outcome.

- And then what?
- Then you get it all back.

Lucky us.

♪ The room is spinning

♪ And I feel dizzy like a rat

♪ Trapped in one of those things
that goes round and round

♪ All I can see are the neon lights

♪ And the silhouette of the man

♪ He's sitting to my right

♪ His hand is on my knee,
his hand is on my thigh

♪ His hand is on my arm,
his hands are covering my eyes ♪

What are you doing?
What are you doing?

Look, he can't do that!
Why don't you stop him?

- It's all right. They're taking some blood.
- Some blood? What for?

My father already told you the truth.

Why don't you wait outside?
We'll take a minute.

You took our fingerprints, our things.
Now you're taking our blood?

- Thea! Think about Malia.
- I don't care about Malia.

- All of this is her fault.
- You don't mean that.

Oh, yes I do. I wish I'd never
brought that bitch here.

Everything was perfect
before she came. Now look at us.

Look at us!

That the man?

You sure? Look carefully.

Is he going to jail?

You bet he is.

Hey, Castleman.
Thanks for droppin' by.

- Hey, Lewis.
- That's my partner, Paul Falsone.

I don't know how much help I can be.

Collins was a drug dealer. They moved
me to Sex Crimes last August.

- But you worked Narcotics originally?
- Six years.

- That rotation's a pain in the ass.
- Don't get me started.

Stivers suggested we talk to you.
She said you knew Collins better.

- We crossed paths a few times.
- You ever arrest him?

We brought him in once or twice,
but it was his boss we were after.

He'd give us the latest on Luther,
we'd let him go home, you know.

- Wilkie was your informant?
- I wouldn't call him an informant exactly.

Call him a contact.

How do you explain your contact
and his wife winding up dead?

Why does any drug dealer
get shot down?

Puttin' out a bad package?
Stepped on the wrong guy's turf?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, we kind of know
how that works.

We're lookin' for somethin'
a little more specific.

Sorry. Once Luther Mahoney was out
of the picture, I had less use for Collins.

Last I heard,
he was doin' business in New York.

My partner and I moved on to new
cases, I got moved to Sex Crimes.

Speakin' of which,
I oughta get back downstairs.

H-h-hold on, we have a couple
more questions we'd like to ask you,

if you don't mind.

Yeah, that's no problem.

You lost track of Wilkie Collins
after Luther's death, right?

Yeah, it was about that time, yeah.

So how do you explain your voice
on his answering machine?

I don't know what you're talkin' about.

Your voice... on his machine.

'Yeah, Wilkie. This is Robert.
You home?

'Pick up if you're around.
We gotta talk.

'You around? You home? '

- That is you, isn't it?
- Yeah, I guess.

- But that doesn't actually mean...
- But what?

You're so busy workin' Sex Crimes,

you and Wilkie are so out of touch,
why are you callin' him the day he dies?

I heard he was in town. A buddy
in Narcotics asked if I'd look him up...

No, save that. Even if you could tell me
what your voice was doin' on that box,

you can't tell me
why you were in their house.

- I wasn't in his house.
- You're lyin'.

Did you know that Wilkie
and his wife had a kid? A little boy.

Did you know that?
A little boy named Jack.

He was upstairs
when you killed his parents.

He saw you come in the house.
He picked your voice off the machine.

And he's ready to make the ID.

This kid, Jack, he could identify you
even if you had your ass on backwards.

I'm calling a lawyer.

Better get a good one,
cos you're goin' to jail for a long time.

No jury's gonna take mercy.

- Not on a dirty cop.
- Collins was scum.

What about the kid, huh?

He deserves what you handed him?
A life without mom or dad?

Whadya think the jury's
gonna make of that?

We'll Miranda you right now
and let you call that lawyer,

but I got a funny feeling that it wasn't
you alone behind these murders. Right?

Got somethin' you wanna
get off your chest?

We'll go out and phone Ed Danvers
in the State's Attorney's Office

to cut you a nice little deal.

Whadya say?

No?

He wants to take the rap all by himself.
Fine, that's OK.

- You have the right to remain silent...
- All right!

I was on the payroll since '93.

She said that if I didn't kill Collins,
she'd give me up.

Who... is... she?

Luther's bitch of a sister,
Georgia Rae Mahoney.

So this Detective Castleman
was dirty all along?

Yeah, he worked for Luther
and then Georgia Rae.

Looks like Luther left his cojones
to his sister.

I don't get is how
she called up the hit from inside.

I talked to the prison people.
She had no phone calls, no visitors.

Why don't we get over there,
make her twitch?

- No.
- Why not, Gee?

Georgia Rae's not gonna cop
to these murders.

We get her in there, sweat her a bit,
make her bend.

If that were Luther,
would you say the same thing?

Don't worry about Georgia Rae.

Once we get this evidence,
she'll be charged.

In the meantime, she's still in prison.
She's not going anywhere.

We got so much paper, we'll be goin'
through these boxes for a week.

- With no idea what we're lookin' for.
- Hold on. We might have somethin'.

What is it?

"But Malia, when I see you
when we pass in the hall,

"when we're alone in a room,
I can't say these things.

"I choke on the words
that I need to say."

- Hey, a love letter.
- Yeah, and all sealed.

- From Felix Wilson?
- No, no, no...

From his son, Hal.

- What was goin' on in that house?
- Found something?

Yeah, we sure did, Gee.

In my office.

At this point, I gotta believe
there's a motive hiding somewhere.

- We should talk to Hal.
- How? They're hiding behind lawyers.

Unless they waive their rights,
no statement is admissible.

We should show them these letters,
to let them know that we know.

Gee?

Go alone, Frank.

Go alone and go in soft.

If you see any opening at all,
take your best shot.

Hoo-ah, hoo-ah!
Ch-ch-ch-wha-wha.

- You leavin', kid?
- With my grandma.

Hi. What kind of car
does Grandma drive?

A 1994 Buick Skylark.

Buick's not so bad.

Listen, I'm not lettin' you go unless
you promise to come and see me again.

- When?
- Whenever you want.

We'll go for a ride. Shh.

Hey, come here...

All right, take care.

Hi, it's me again.

- The troops come along?
- No, I'm alone.

- I was wondering if I could talk with Hal.
- About what?

Something we found...
evidence which may close the case.

Step inside, Detective.
I'll call our lawyers.

I see. Yes, I will.

We can answer questions
only if you don't inform us of our rights.

Nothing we say
will be admissible in court.

Now, understanding those conditions,
you still want to have a conversation?

Yes.

Well, in that case, we're willing to talk.

- Right, Hal?
- Yeah.

One of our uniforms found these letters
in your desk drawer.

- You read them?
- Yes.

Anything you wanna tell us
about these letters, Hal?

Never gave 'em to her.

Never gave them to whom?
Never gave them to whom, son?

- Mind if I have a look?
- Don't!

Complete strangers have read
these letters, not your own father?

- I didn't know.
- Now you do.

- If I'd known, if you told me...
- Then what? Nothing would've changed.

Don't do that.
Don't shutdown on me, Dad.

Maybe it's time for your little
detective friend to leave.

No.

He stays.

Well, it's a very simple question, Hal.

When did you find out about
your father's relationship with Malia?

Before the benefit?

You can question me ad nauseam,
I'm not gonna answer.

- Yes, you are!
- What, you gonna send me to my room?

Cut off my allowance?
Give me a good ass-whipping?

- I never punished you like that.
- Maybe you should have.

I denied you nothing.
You wanted a pony, I got you a pony.

A motorcycle, a computer, education,
trips to Europe, a new car every year.

You couldn't write a cheque big enough.

You couldn't pay me enough
to compensate for my entire life

listening to your "up-from-the-projects,
East-Baltimore-war-stories",

your history, your journey.

You denied me nothing?
You denied me everything!

You wanted your own place,
own history? You should've taken it!

- The way you take what you want?
- Answer the question.

I'm a 28-year-old man. I don't need you
to tell me what to do any more.

Oh, you're 28 years old,
you're a grown man, then act like a man,

instead of a pubescent child who wrote
heartfelt letters to his puppy love,

and didn't have the courage
to give them to her.

What do you know about love?

You and Malia,
that had nothing to do with love.

That was about an old man
chasing his spent youth.

Must have taken a lot of courage
to deceive my mother?

Well, I'll claim that lie as my own.

Which lies are yours, son?
Stand up.

- Why?
- Please, stand up.

Now, look me in the eye.

Until a few minutes ago,

I thought that whatever else had
gone wrong with this family,

there were certain things
that just... just could not be.

Now I'm not sure.
I'm standing here afraid to ask.

- Then don't ask.
- Don't ask?

How's that possible?
A young girl is dead, murdered.

This young man is here to find out why.
He needs answers.

How can he go back out
looking for Malia's killer

without an honest answer now?

Can I ask him to continue the search?

If somebody else is arrested, charged,
found guilty and sentenced...

Could you stand by, silent?
That's not the man I know you are.

- That's not the son I raised...
- Stop it.

- The truth. Give me the truth!
- Stop!

Look at me. Hal!

Did you kill Malia?

- Yes.
- How'd it happen?

I loved her.

You told her?

Not in so many words,
but she knew how I felt.

And then?

The day of the benefit, Thea
and my mother were out shopping.

I was with friends.

I'd forgotten my wallet.

I came home to get it,
and I saw Malia...

...coming out of my father's bedroom,
buttoning her blouse.

I confronted her.

She denied everything, then she
admitted she'd been sleeping with him...

...for months.

I was furious,
threatened to tell the whole family.

She'd be fired, sent back to Haiti.

Then later that night, at the benefit,
Malia showed up at the hotel?

Er... on my way to the bathroom,
I saw her get off the elevator, hysterical.

She was pleading,
grabbing at my jacket.

I pulled her into the bathroom, tried
talking to her, but she wouldn't shut up.

I lost my temper.

She had hurt me.

I wanted to hurt her.

OK...

Am I under arrest, Detective?

Well, I'm gonna advise you
of your rights.

No. We're not going anywhere.

- Excuse me, this is a case of murder.
- I know. Malia's gone.

I can't change that,
but I do have a son.

You have no evidence, nothing legal,
but you do have the truth.

Now, take it and leave me my son.

Come in.

Hal Wilson killed Malia Brierre.

- Did he confess?
- Not technically.

- Can we charge him?
- We have no witnesses.

What about hair and blood DNA?

There's no physical evidence
to tie to Hal.

All we've got is the confession
which doesn't count.

- The letters?
- Entertainment value, but as evidence?

He loved her, doesn't mean he killed her.

Arrest him. Let him sit in pre-trial
detention for a month.

Ed?

Charge the son of one of our most
respected citizens,

then wait till the judge rules our evidence
inadmissible and drops the charges?

Call me crazy, I'd rather not.

We're supposed to let Hal
get away with murder?

What, you've never seen a red name
on the Board? Happens all the time.

Hey, Cox?
Why don't you buy me a drink?

- You're kidding, right?
- About a bar tab? Never.

All right, how about I buy myself a beer
and spring for your second vino?

- I think I'll take a raincheck, thanks.
- Don't hold me to it.

Hey, Falsone? Come here.

What's up?

The Mahoney shooting...
maybe, erm...

Yeah?

On paper, it all looks pretty clean, right?

And nothing in the autopsy report
contradicts anything the detectives said.

It's just Mike was er...
I mean, Kellerman was er...

His attitude...

What are you trying to tell me?

Nothin'.
Nothin', forget I said anything.

Merlot makes me chatty.
I gotta go. See ya later.

Wait a minute.

Hey, Julie C, where's your hat,
what's your hurry?

- What'd you do to her?
- Nothin'. Give me an Oliver's.

A beer and a shot, huh, Gary?

Jack's grandmother, a sweet old lady.

- I think Jack's gonna be OK.
- Yeah, I hope so.

Some day, you meet the right lady,
settle down, have kids of your own, huh?

I already do.

You're kiddin' me.

Ha-ha! Look at that.

That's Daniel. He's three.
Lives with his mom in Ellicott City.

- You and she?
- Despise each other.

Can't stand to be in the same room.
Never would be if it wasn't for him.

- Cute kid.
- Yeah.

Janine thinks I'm a bad influence,
afraid I'll turn him into a delinquent.

She's probably right.

She's probably right.

Hey!

Don't be doin' that.

- You're too nostalgic.
- Huh, me? No.

You asked me to meet you
at the old courtyard,

and if that's not nostalgic,
I don't know what is.

Well, that kid was ready to throw a rock
through your mother's window.

And you, the born policeman,
stopped him.

Right is right, wrong is wrong.

Is it that simple?

Usually.

Why did you call me?

What are you gonna do?

Leave.

- Leave Baltimore?
- Yes.

The business, the charities.

This city will have to do
without the Wilsons' money.

- Is that what this costs?
- My family is broken now.

My son is...

Knowing what I know now,
I should have accepted your help.

Knowing what I know now,
I should never have offered.

What are you doing here,
Detective Pembleton?

I'd have thought your work
on the Brierre case has come to an end.

My lawyer tells me that there'll be
no charges filed against Hal.

- So what do you want?
- I came to understand.

Be careful with that desk.

"In the courtroom of honour,

"the judge pounded his gavel
to show that all's equal,

"that the court's on the level

"and that the strings and the books
cannot be pulled and persuaded,

"and even the nobles
are properly handled."

What is that?

"The Lonesome Death
Of Hattie Carroll", Bob Dylan.

Two hotels, two black servants
and two privileged young men,

raised to believe that the world
has no right to deny them anything.

Two senseless deaths.

Zantzinger got off
because of wealth and influence.

You're gonna make sure
the same's true for Hal?

I guess I am.

Your son cannot outrun
this murder forever.

I'm gonna do everything in my power
to make sure that he does.

- You can live with that?
- I don't know, but I'm sure gonna try.

Hey, Pembleton. Can I talk to you?

- I usually come up here to be alone.
- I hear you.

But I'd like to make peace with you,
and I know the kind of man you are,

you're not gonna make the first move,
so here I am.

I was wrong.
Is that what you want to hear?

No.

- You want me to apologise?
- No.

I would like you to shut up
for a second and look at me.

You know, not past me or through me,
but at me.

How's that?

Whoa! I feel so much better!

I don't care if you don't like me.
I don't care if you don't respect me.

I'm not gonna scamper
on back to Seattle

just because you have some problem
with the way I do police work.

I'm here... and I'm staying.

We're gonna have to work together,
so I'd like to keep things civil.

I agree.

OK. Well...

I guess that's all I had to say,
so I'll see you later.

- Hey, Ballard?
- Yeah?

You were right.
Your instincts were dead on.

Mine, for once, were not.

Hey, Gee? You goin' home?

Been a long day.

- Been a long week.
- Yes, it has.

Frank...

The Brierre case, it's still open.
The file is still active.

OK.

For all the good the Wilsons did
for this city, for the black community,

well, to you and I,
that means nothing now.

I was blindsided
by my personal involvement.

I refused to see the truth of their guilt.

I spoke with Felix Wilson
just this afternoon.

He told me they're all moving
to San Diego.

Soon as we get enough evidence,
we'll haul 'em back to Baltimore.

Hal Wilson committed murder in a rage
against his father. It wasn't about Malia.

It was about the two of them.
That rage is still there.

I've been in contact with the San Diego
Police Department.

When Hal acts out on this anger,
when he lashes out, and he will,

they'll be waitin'... so will I.

Tomorrow, next week,
next year, however long it takes.

Hal Wilson murdered Malia Brierre.
He'll answer for that.

- Good night.
- Good night.

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