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Something strange is happenin'.
Y'all notice?

- No. What do you mean, "strange"?
- I don't know, somethin' in the air.

It's Gee. He's been actin' funky.

You make eye contact with him,
he looks away.

Like he's distracted.

- Isn't he always?
- You're paranoid, Meldrick!

- Paranoid of what?
- That he's giving you the new guy.

- Facing the possibility of failure.
- Failure? Failure?

You've partnered with us,
and always been a disaster.

That's not true.

You don't make it with Kellerman,
you're dead.

I am first on line for a partner, OK?

I've been alone longer
than anybody else.

I'd prefer to work with somebody.

I'm ready.

- Hey, Kellerman, what's up?
- What's up?

That's Crosetti's desk.

My old partner, Steve, sat there.

- What the hell is that?
- May I have your attention, please?

We need to evacuate the building.

Take all the essentials you need
for the cases you're on,

but we must be out in five minutes.

So move!

- What the hell is it this time?
- Gas leak.

- Gas leak?
- A pipe broke in the basement.

- It could explode.
- I said there was somethin' in the air.

- How long to fix it?
- We're not sure.

- Ballpark? Half hour, hour?
- It could be as long as a week.

I left a tuna fish sandwich on my desk!

Let's just hope nobody gets murdered.

Frank, it's a gas leak.

Frank...

I can't find the Crime Lab report
for the Marsh case!

Hello? Hello? HELLO?!

Lewis and Kellerman, Harlem
and Fremont. A woman's been shot.

Am I correct
that you're givin' me a partner, Gee?

I'm giving you a case.
And Kellerman. Same case.

Where's the keyboard?

Right there.

And Kellerman, by the way,

we don't wear jeans in Homicide.
Pants, khakis, chinos...

Nino Cerruti, if you feel fashionable.

- Anybody holding a set of car keys?
- Half the cars are in the shop.

- I need cab fare or another car.
- Wait for the next car.

If I have to,
I'll have uniform drive you. Go!

You like ridin' shotgun?

- Who told you that?
- I'm a detective.

You talked to Bayliss, right?

If he said I smacked into the back
of the ME van, that was not my fault.

I like driving, you don't. So I'll drive.

- Whoa!
- You done with that?

Not yet. I got a stabber.
Bayliss in here?

In there.

He shouldn't leave
a Department vehicle running.

- It could get stolen.
- Lieutenant said take the first car in.

- We shouldn't.
- You're right.

- Grand theft auto, baby!
- Hey! You son of a!

You sons of bitches!

- You want this one?
- Want what?

- Want to be the primary?
- Nah, you be the primary.

That's cool. I understand.
First case, in over your head.

I didn't say that.
It'd just be better if I cover your ass.

Yeah, right, right. Play it safe.
You gotta do everythin' I say, right?

There's nothin' I won't do,
but some things will cost you extra.

Hey, you. Kid with the camera - beat it.
Back behind that tape.

I was the first guy here. You want me
to go, I'll go, but don't block my shot.

Don't block your shot?

- What's your name, kid?
- Uh, J H Brodie, from Channel 8.

- Aren't you a little young for this?
- I just started part-time.

- Working your way through school?
- Grad school. Journalism.

- When did you get here?
- Before the uniforms.

- What did you see?
- I was running with the camera...

You didn't see anything?

Er... No.

Now would you get behind the tape?

- Thank you.
- See ya.

I don't know, Kellerman. No evidence
of charring, not a gas can in sight.

How are we gonna utilise your
knowledge and expertise from Arson?

- Where's her purse?
- Maybe she ain't got one.

- A woman over 60?
- So it's a purse snatcher?

She resists, bang, end of story.

Uh-huh.

Two entrance wounds.
One front, one back.

Shooter stood here, capped her once.

Then he capped her again,
and then she fell.

Oh, it's Officer Schanne.

You've met my new partner,
Mike Kellerman, barbecue squad?

- Slummin' with murder police now?
- What can I tell you?

And what can you tell us?

That couple saw the victim, recognised
her as the sister of a neighbour.

Sister's name is Rita Clayborn.
Here's the address.

We need a positive ID, Lewis.
The sister may recognise this.

- Hey, let the lab boys handle that.
- Too late now.

OK, let's go canvass the people
in the cheap seats. Bad news can wait.

OK, fellas, bag her up and get her off
the street, please. Minus that brooch.

She's all yours.

- So you two saw the shooting?
- No, we saw her before she was shot.

- When we were...
- I nodded to her.

I recognised her
from Mrs Clayborn's house.

If we had been talkin' to her,
I might have been killed.

What's her name?

I'm not sure. I just know her
as Mrs Clayborn's sister.

- What are your two names?
- Jean, uh, Doulin.

- Doulin?
- Mm-hm.

- And yours?
- Uh, Jonathan...

H-E-l-N-E.

- "Hiney"?
- "High-knee".

You both live next door
to her sister?

No. We're not married.

We barely know each other.

We're on a blind date.

Buddy,
would you cover her face for me?

Just cover her face. Great. Thank you.

Tell me everything that happened.
Any small detail could help.

I'd just like to forget the whole thing.

I understand, seeing someone
get killed, I'd be shaken up.

No, I mean the date.

He's the brother
of one of my co-workers.

She said I'd fall madly in love with him.

I tell you, I have to seriously rethink
what she thinks of me.

Where's the strangest place
you ever had sex?

Excuse me?

That's what she said to me
right before the...

- I meant it as a joke.
- That woman's a real bitch.

So, er... where's the strangest place
YOU'VE ever had sex?

Check.

This move has done nothing
but wreak havoc on my detectives. Kay?

- Yes, sir?
- Come up a moment.

The building's not being maintained,
or the cars, or my sanity.

Typical of how the Department is run.

Why did I think sharing an office
with you would be fun?

- Yes, Gee?
- I got somethin' for you.

I was lookin' forward
to a big, fancy promotional ceremony,

but with all this chaos I was delegated
to bestow the honour myself. Here.

My sergeant's badge.

You had one of the highest scores
in the history of the exam.

Congratulations, Kay.

- Thank you, Captain.
- Congratulations.

Thank you, sir.

Er, Gee, now that I got it,
what do you want me to do?

Do?

Yeah, well, keep working cases?
Supervise the guys? What?

Kay...

I struggled long and hard
for the responsibility,

the power that I attained as a sergeant.

- Wanna know how I achieved that?
- Yes, sir.

By carving out a place for myself.

By letting those around me know
that I was responsible for them,

and that they were responsible to me.

- I think what Al's trying to say is...
- I got it.

Loud and clear.
And I won't let you down, sir.

- I know you won't.
- Thank you.

Get the guy that killed Marsh yet?

If you killed someone, would you stick
around for two Homicide detectives?

You missed him? You knew
where he was and missed him?

- I had a transportation problem.
- Want some help?

- He's got some help. He's got me.
- We can knock some strategies around.

I need to locate my suspect so I can
knock his head around in "The Box".

- Hey, what are we using for a box?
- Right in front of you.

A vault?

I can't work like this!

No smoking in here, Pembleton.

- Frank, where are you goin'?
- To take my chances with the gas leak.

Judy, find out where
Lewis and Kellerman are.

Maybe they need some help, huh?

- Ma, these guys are detectives.
- Kinda late to come knocking at doors.

There was a murder this evening,
ma'am.

- Always somethin' going on.
- Shush!

- Let the man talk.
- Did your sister visit you today?

- Marsha?
- Yeah, she was here. We played poker.

Shut up! Why don't you shut up,
you lazy son of a bitch?

- I told you to take her to the bus.
- I did, Ma, I did.

"Take your Aunt Marsha to the bus."
All the time I ask you.

- And you do whatever the hell you want.
- Mr Clayborn?

- Did you walk your aunt to the bus?
- Yes.

Only I didn't wait till the bus came.
She said she was all right.

- No, she's not all right.
- Is she dead, then?

Ma'am, is this your sister's?

It is.

- What was her full name, ma'am?
- Marsha Gould.

She was married to a Jewish guy,
it was a big deal back then.

- Where's she at?
- Medical Examiner's office.

I'm afraid I'll have to ask you
to identify the body.

- It's not my fault.
- You stay clear of me.

- Did she carry a purse?
- Yes.

- Anybody else play cards with you?
- Not since our husbands passed.

- And Richie never got married.
- Did Marsha win tonight?

- Did she leave with a lot of money?
- We never played for more than dimes.

I... won big tonight.

Tonight, I was lucky.

- Hey, guys. How's it goin'?
- What's this, the Partner Patrol?

Gee send you down here
to check up on us?

I thought of it all by myself.
So what have you got so far?

- A lot of hostility in that house.
- The victim's family.

They let that hostility out, too.

Richie could have killed Aunt Marsha.

Hey, come on. A lot of people have
fantasies about killin' a family member.

It keeps us solidly dysfunctional,
not homicidal.

Even still, I'd get consent to search
and have uniforms look for the gun.

And talk to the bus driver,
guys who work that route.

Did anybody see anybody gettin' on?

Standard operational procedure, Kay.
We're on the money. No problems.

No leads, either.

You gotta keep
a positive attitude, Kellerman.

We've got us a warm body,
we know who the victim is.

Everything's under control.
Go back to HQ.

OK, but I want a copy of that autopsy
report as soon as you have it, huh?

See ya, Sarge.

"See ya, Sarge." "See ya, Sarge"

- "No leads"?
- It's true.

I know, you know,
she don't have to know!

You regularly con your superiors?

She ain't been my superior for one day,

and are you gonna be one of them
guys that suck up to the bosses?

- It's havin' a little respect.
- Oh, yeah?

- What finishing school did you go to?
- Everybody's right about you.

- How's that?
- You're a lousy partner.

'And tonight at 730,
right after the Channel 8 News... '

Look, did you see it? See that?
That guy was probably the shooter.

- The police need to see this.
- They'll see it on the six o'clock news.

- I could make a copy for Homicide.
- Once the piece has aired, not before.

Why?

Because Channel 8 owns the story.

We put it on the air. That makes it news.

He could have blown me away, too.
Don't you care that they catch the guy?

I let that tape go, I lose all control
over who sees it and who gets a copy.

JZ? BAL? There goes my exclusive.

But there's a killer out there.

What happens if he kills again
and we could have stopped him?

It's my tape. I shot it.

Show them that tape and you'll have
the shortest career in television history.

- I say we go to the ME's.
- That's a good idea.

- You wanna stop for coffee?
- Yeah, sounds good. How about I buy?

- All right. Thank you.
- Two coffees. One double double and...

Black for me, please.

- Right, that's a black.
- Thank you.

- That's a buck seventy-eight.
- There you go, buddy.

- Want a Danish?
- You havin' one?

- I'm good.
- OK. No Danish, then.

- You're sure?
- No Danish. What kind you got?

- You know what I feel like?
- What's that?

That couple we met last night,
the blind date.

You and I have been thrown together
and we got off on the wrong foot.

- We're trying to get on the right foot.
- Why do you think I sprung for this?

I'm not used to having a partner.
In Arson we don't work that way.

- I hear you and your partner were close.
- Crosetti? He was a good policeman.

He had his faults like everybody else.

He used to chew with his mouth open.

- Losin' your partner's gotta be tough.
- Yeah, you know. Time heals. I'm fine.

Enough!

- About time.
- Huh?

- Your smoke was makin' me crazy.
- Yeah?

It was making me crazy, too.

Nah, it's coming in.

- Machinery...
- Howard?

Thanks, Graham. Hang on.

- Hey, I'm on the phone here.
- ME says you got my autopsy report.

Yeah. Thought I'd get a head start.
Marsha Gould was shot twice.

- 9mm rounds. First bullet killed her.
- So the second time he fired was?

Just for fun.

I'd do a polygraph on the nephew. We'll
get the usual suspects from Narcotics.

- Maybe the shooter'll turn himself in.
- I'll get a make on the gun.

It's done.
West faxed this over from Firearms.

- Hey, Kay?
- Mm?

- Who's the primary here? Me, right?
- I know. Just tryin' to move it along.

No, you're trying to make me look bad.

Now, sergeant or no, you just keep
your face out of my case. You got that?

There's only one bathroom downstairs
and it's got a urinal.

- Tell me what's up with Gould.
- Best estimate, it's a Colt.

We can't rule out the 9mm AMT.
That's it for physical evidence.

- No gun found at the Clayborns'.
- Kep the make out of the press, OK?

Mrs Gould usually caught the bus
at 10.07. Last night it ran late.

We talked to three bus drivers -
hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil.

- That's all we got right now, Lieutenant.
- That's it?

The woman was shot at 10. 15 at night,
on a street heavy with pedestrian traffic.

And the only thing you know for sure
is the schedule of the Baltimore MTA?

This case is 12 hours stale. Let's be
thorough, but let's not waste any time.

- Whose time?
- Yours and mine.

- So you sic'ed Howard on us?
- What's that supposed to mean?

She's been hound doggin' us, Gee.
I'm under enough pressure as it is.

- That's her job now.
- Hi. I wanted to talk to you, sir.

- I'm supposed to know who you are?
- JH Brodie. Uh, Channel 8.

- Channel 8 News.
- That's all I need

- Public Information. Which is where?
- The basement. Room 011.

- Could you give me two minutes?
- No.

Just listen a second.
I'm riskin' my ass on this job.

Out.

Will you tell me
if you're onto a suspect?!

Get the hell out of my squad room!

Go on, get out! You son of a bitch!
Get outta here!

Go on, get out of here!

If I were the two of you...
What are you smilin' at?

I'd thank my lucky butt
that Kay Howard is willing to help!

Damn!

Now if you could holster your egos,
I want this case closed.

And, Kellerman,
I don't want to see jeans! Pants!

This is a police unit, not a bean field!

You slit his throat.

You slit his throat. Didn't you?

Didn't you?

OK.

Get out.

Er, Frank, why don't you go home,
be with your wife?

- What are you talkin' about?
- She's pregnant.

She needs you more than I do,
so go ahead.

- I'll take care of the Marsh case.
- It's my case. I take care of it.

Well, you know, you're all...
You're discombobulated.

Of course I'm discombobulated!

I work in a safe deposit box
for God's sake! Look at this!

What is it?!

You're discombobulated
because your life is changing.

Yeah. So I'm here to tell you
that if you need to take time off,

you know, after the baby comes,
spur of the moment, whatever,

I'll pick up the slack.

Why? What's gonna change?

You're having a baby! A baby!
Your life, Frank, it's gonna change.

- It's not.
- It is.

- You're in denial.
- No, I am not!

No, no, no, not at all.

I'm not the kinda person
that gives up

everything they enjoy
because of a baby.

Frank...

Now, of course,
there will be some minor adjustments.

I won't get much sleep
the first few months.

But then again...

I don't get much sleep anyway, so...

You don't have any choice in this, Frank.

OK?

See, my friends who have kids,

they say that everything,
every single thing, it all gets reshuffled.

The dreams, your ambitions,
your... attitude towards work...

No! Nothing about work
is gonna change!

It doesn't affect bein' a detective!

The most we'll have to do, the most,
is turn the den into a nursery. That's it.

- Can I go now? Can I go?
- Yeah.

Leave it to you to turn the wonder
of life into a decoratin' problem.

Get outta here!

Frank doesn't like the interrogation room
here. It's too small for his technique.

Kinda like watchin'
Pavarotti sing in the shower.

Hey, is this anyone's apple?

Thanks for your help.

I was talkin' to a patrol officer
from Hollins Market.

The route Marsha Gould took
from her sister's to the bus stop

is purse snatch central.

Southwest's been investigating
a rash of purse snatchings there.

- Big leap. Purse snatchin' to murder.
- Did your victim have a purse, or not?

I talked to the guy who works
on the Felony Squad, Jim Lakowski.

- He's close to an arrest.
- Lakowski?

- Oh! Oh, sorry.
- You OK?

- Yeah.
- Hey, Kay?

- Why don't we have dinner tonight?
- Er, sure.

- Oh, no! I have a date.
- Oh. Well, tomorrow, then?

- OK.
- Good. My treat.

Celebrate your promotion,
talk about what you're up against.

Is this some female bonding thing?
Part of the job description?

If I recall, you made a big deal out of
my being the first woman lieutenant.

Yeah.
And you wouldn't take the compliment.

Told me I'd be better off
not thinking of myself as a woman.

Yeah, that's right. Or as a man.

You start overcompensating here,
playing tough, you'll lose these guys.

That's their problem.

No. No, I think it's yours.

- The way you're handling Lewis and...
- I'm not handling them. Supervising.

You're diminishing their self-respect,
undercutting their freedom to move.

Kay, sometimes
the best way to lead is to follow.

Look, I'm just doin' my job.

If anyone plays up
the woman thing, it's you.

You're soft-spoken, nurturing,
deferential. And it's not my style.

I'm not gonna change the way I am,
not for you, not for the men below me.

So, hey, listen, thank you very much
for the dinner invitation, Captain,

but, er, I don't think it's a great idea.

- But I say we need to...
- You gotta take a look at this tape.

You heard the Lieutenant. Back off.

- I might have the answer.
- Yeah? Or you want to jerk us around?

When I told my manager I wanted to
show you this tape, he said he'd fire me.

- And we should care cos?
- Just forget it. I don't need this.

Hey, Mr Sensitive, what have you got?

- I think the shooter's on this tape.
- Kep talkin'.

I'd like to see this wacko
behind bars now,

rather than wait for the six o'clock news.

But I'll lose my job,
unless you do somethin' for me.

- To be there when we make the arrest?
- With my camera.

And if I'm right, maybe I can
save my ass with an exclusive.

If your boss blames you, deny you
gave us the tape. We do it all the time.

- It won't work. He'll know.
- Can't we subpoena it?

Not before the six.
Let me come with you.

What makes you so sure you're right?

- You guys are lookin' for a Colt, right?
- Who told you that?

This. This did.

OK, all right, all right.

If this tape, by itself,
leads us to the suspect,

and no other information does that,
we will make you this deal -

you can videotape us goin' in
and comin' out.

- I gotta be inside.
- No. It's too dangerous in there.

- You get killed, the city gets sued.
- But...

Nah. Look,
never mind about being inside.

We will give you the information
when we have the situation secured.

- I'm the only camera.
- Unless you give out invitations.

Let's look at the tape.

Matthew Brady started it,
taking pictures during the Civil War.

But it wasn't until Korea that it was TV.

Charlie Mack, Edward R Murrow's
cameraman, the guy was nuts.

They'd drop him on a mountain top
with gunfire all around him.

He'd just keep the camera rollin'.
He was nuts. He had no fear.

I wanna go overseas,
maybe shoot a war.

The way things are goin' in this country,
you won't have to go overseas.

- Now, see that kid?
- You move so much I'm getting dizzy!

These are two kids I saw
at the crime scene.

Did they say anythin'
about what happened?

No, they said they missed it,
but this is the first footage I shot.

All right, now watch.

- Right there! In his hand, look!
- You didn't see that gun at the time?

No, I was too busy.

I was thinking I'd trip, or get shot.
Now watch carefully.

Right there!
Freeze frame right there!

- Think that's enough for a warrant?
- Bingo. That looks like a Colt.

We'll get a warrant if we can ID them.

Do it again. One more time.

'Make me famous, cuz.'

You shot me nice, James!

Here we go! Here we go!

Wow!

I got somethin' else for you!

Pow! Oh!

This shot's the best yet. Look at it.

'You see the look she gave me?
You get all that? '

Move over, Wesley Snipes.
The camera loves you, man!

So our shooter's name
is Trevor Douglas.

He gotta cousin named James.

Some petty theft, vandalism,
ripped off a video arcade. All kid's stuff.

Yeah, well, kids get bored of the same
routine. Like divin' off a divin' board.

They wanna take it to the next level.
Bigger rush. Hey, Kay!

We're goin' after a search and seizure.

Great. When you're ready,
I want to go along with you.

Hello? HELLO?!

- Hey, Sarge, got plans for tonight?
- What is it about my social life?

We lost another bartender.

Since Bayliss and Lewis are hip-deep
in crime solving, I'll be bar tending.

- I'll buy you a drink to celebrate.
- Don't patronise me. I'm in no mood.

I'm offering you free liquor.
How is that patronising?

Everybody thinks because you beat me,
that I'm holdin' some kinda grudge.

I'm not. I'm genuinely happy for you.

Thank you, John.
That's almost sweet of you.

I'm workin' on my feminine side.
So, I'll see you tonight?

No, I got a date.

Bring the guy along. I'll get him drunk.
That way you're sure to score.

Who says it's a guy?

- Let me handle this, all right?
- OK.

Detective Lewis,
what can I do for you?

We've got a suspect in last night's
shooting. We need your John Hancock.

- The woman at the bus stop? Good.
- Kellerman. Came over from Arson.

My mother refuses to leave her old
neighbourhood. Tougher than nails.

But this scared her. Too bad
you don't have enough for an arrest.

- We're close.
- You don't have enough for the search.

We do!
We got the Douglas guy at the scene.

We have him on videotape showing off
a 9mm Colt, the kind that killed Gould.

- How many people carry that gun?
- Hundreds, but...

- Any one of them could have killed her.
- Could have, but didn't.

Could have is all a jury needs.
We've been through this, Detective.

You can't hope I'll be in the right mood.
Just cause is more cut and dried.

We've got the guy. The gun will prove it.

I don't want it thrown out
because the search wasn't appropriate.

Why isn't it?

Your new partner has a reputation for
elaborating on evidence that isn't solid.

You do?

- So what about me?
- I don't know you.

So you have no reason to doubt me,

unless this albatross
is being held against me.

Now my reputation is perfect.
I guarantee you a by-the-book search.

We're building good evidence.

I'm not big on second chances,
Detective. Do you understand?

Yeah. I won't need one.

- Great.
- Thank you.

Your Honour.

Trevor's not in there. Neither is James.

There goes my exclusive. And my job.

I'd rather have this baby
and no Douglas,

than him and no weapon. We're close.

- You two want to stick around?
- No point in that.

There's a big party after the wedding.

- Trevor went to a wedding?
- Yeah. At the Emmanuel...

- Emmanuel Community Church?
- Yeah!

I'd be, too, but I think I got the measles.

- Now I'll get killed for lettin' you in.
- Nah.

They don't like people
messing with their videos.

- You're gonna arrest him at a wedding?
- Get away from there.

His social calendar ain't my problem.

What about the bride and the groom?

People like to retell their wedding
disasters. This'll be extra special.

You wait here.

Do you take Arabella
to be your lawfully wedded wife?

- I do.
- You take Trevor to be your husband?

- I do.
- Then, by the power vested in me...

- I'm afraid I have to object to that.
- Who the hell are you?

- Trevor Douglas, you are under arrest.
- Is this a joke? You do this?

You are under arrest
for the murder of Marsha Gould.

Murder? Did you do that?
Did you kill somebody?

- Sorry we couldn't wait.
- What?

I'm married to this lowlife,
and you're sorry you couldn't wait?!

What took you so damn long?

- Hey, Lewis. There's the other guy!
- Runner! Runner!

Relax! Relax.

Videotape - it's the perfect witness.

Can't change its testimony,
can't forget what somebody looks like.

'Did you see the look she gave me?
You get all that? '

- You found these in his house?
- Yeah. And about a dozen others.

Has he been charged?
Yeah. And the cousin.

They're gonna be tried as adults.
It's the perfect age, 17.

It's the prime time to kill somebody
and start a family.

What's on these other tapes?

Looks like they've been making movies
for a year and a half,

starting in Oriole Park back in May.

From graffiti to murder
in a short 18 months.

We've watched a few armed robberies,
but we've just started.

We're gonna up the clearance rate
in every department. Good work, guys.

Sorry we couldn't invite you along.

Whatever happened
to pirates and cowboys,

adventures in space?

No one else got the arrest on tape.

Nick, it's in the middle of a wedding,
the guy's own wedding!

- Just like up in Philly.
- No. That was a suspected robbery.

- This guy is a murderer.
- Beside the point.

I told you not to give it to the police.

Look, Channel 8 has a policy, I know.
OK? Maybe it's a bad policy.

Goodbye, JH.

- You're firing me?
- Leave your credentials with Security.

I'll hold on to this.
You'll get your standard payment for it.

- Hi, John.
- Sarge, I'm sorry.

- For what?
- Your date. Must have been a bust.

The truth? Never had a date.

Truth? I didn't think you did.
How about a drink?

That'd be great. Got any arsenic there?

I got something just as good.
My specialty - gin fizz.

You won't be disappointed.

You know the fabulous thing
about being a bartender?

People open up to you.
They tell you their innermost thoughts,

their deepest feelings.
A bar is... It's like "The Box".

People instinctively want to confess.

I got nothin' to confess.

I'm not guilty of anything.

Tryin' to do my new job
as well as I can?

I try to be... helpful.

People think I'm overbearing.
Condescending.

You were right not to take that exam.

It's not so much that I got
in Lewis' way. I got... in my own way.

You know? I do that.

In work. Life.

Oh, my God. Listen to me.
I am confessing.

- This is delicious.
- You wanna dance?

- No!
- Yes.

No one will see. There's nobody
conscious here. A few smooth steps.

- Have a little fun.
- No...

Come on, Kay.
I'll let you lead, all right? Come on.

You'll let me lead?
Then let me lead!

You want me to take this one?
Either way. I'm just sayin' I'll take it.

- That's OK. You take it. It's all yours.
- Fine.

- You guys need some light?
- Yeah, great.

- No problem.
- We heard you got canned.

- Yeah, I got fired.
- I'm sorry to hear that.

If you hadn't shot that tape, that
murderer would be on his honeymoon.

- We might never have got him.
- That's what I told the station manager.

He gave me one of those looks.

Screw him. I'm gonna go freelance.

- Bye.
- Just act natural.

Bye!