All language subtitles for Homicide life on the street S05E14 - Diener

I found this
in the next room detective.

The rich lady's Carol Bridgewell.
She's a volunteer advocate for the arts.

- Advocate...
- A career I coulda had.

Shoulda took better care of your
trust fund, Brodie. Sorry I'm late.

- What you doing here?
- Come by to help.

- Help?
- Speak to Gee.

Hey, Detective Lewis, how's it going?

Jeffy Jeff McGinn,
my favourite diener.

They let you off from the morgue,
no cutting today?

Dr Cox needed a hand
so I came to help her out.

Nothing's missing.
Guess we can rule out robbery.

We don't guess, Meldrick,
we hypothesise, we infer.

We extrapolate from the evidence.
We do not guess.

Easy, Frank, it's early in the morning,
I haven't had my first donut yet.

- This is no ordinary crack house.
- Time of death?

I'd guess between
midnight and 4:00am.

She didn't mean guess,
she meant extrapolate.

Blunt force to the back of the head.

- We got a weapon?
- Something heavy like a club.

Frank?

- Salerno.
- Yeah?

Ask the maid if there was anything
missing from the fireplace.

Who do you guys think did this?

My best extrapolation, Professor Plum
in the library with the candlestick.

- What have we got?
- No forced entry, no sign of robbery.

Mrs Bridgewell was a volunteer worker
with the Charles Academy of the Arts.

Students had access to the building,
maybe one of 'em did it.

I'd like to go with the nearest
and dearest, her brother Matthew.

- I'd like to question him first.
- I, I, I, I, I...

- What's that supposed to mean?
- We work the case.

- What's with the I business?
- It's a figure of speech.

- Team work, gentlemen.
- Come on, let's get outta here.

I'm gonna grab a snack.

Forget it, we got a case.

I get low blood sugar,
there ain't no dealing with me.

Get your Pop-tart or whatever.

Four years with a partner.

I'm free at last and you stick me
with Lewis?

- Thanks a million.
- You're very welcome.

Hey!

Hey! Still working that dope case?

- Yeah, I am. Homeless guy.
- Working alone?

Yes, I am, Frank.

- Gee made you partner with anybody?
- No.

It's a loser of a case.

No witness, no motive.
So I'm working alone.

- Why do you ask?
- No reason.

OK.

Bingo!

- Meldrick.
- Hey, Mikey...

- How you doing? You good?
- Yeah, good, good...

- Yeah, what's up?
- Nothing.

Look, I just erm...

I made an appointment with someone,

to talk things out,
so I've got everything under control.

Yeah that's er... good. Yeah.

Great. I knew you would.

So er...

I'll talk to Gee cos I got some time
coming, I'm gonna take some vacation.

You should, you need...
you gotta get some time like that.

So you'll cover me
on Luther Mahoney and the Roh case?

Absolutely, yeah.
We'll take care of it...

Good...

So erm... You have a blast, right?

- Whatever.
- Yeah!

And get lucky.

One...

...two...

...and three.

- She's all set, Dr Cox.
- Great, let's get her prepped.

- Sure.
- What?

Nothing. I thought Kessler was gonna
take over cos I'm through at 4:00.

- What time is it?
- Ten after.

How'd it get to be that late?
Yeah, Jeff, go ahead, go.

- Where is Kessler anyway?
- He's probably got car trouble again.

Want me to hang till he gets here?
I could start undressing her and cutting.

Could you? I wouldn't ask you,
but Pembleton will sue me if...

Enough said.

Er... I like working for you, Dr Cox.

Hey, Billy,
can you give us a hand over here?

Besides, a little overtime
never hurt the pay cheque.

- Thanks Jeff, you're the best.
- All right.

We were at a fund raiser for
the Kennedy Krieger Institute last night

and then several of us
went back to Carol's for a drink.

- What time did you leave?
- Early.

Carol and I had been planning the event
for six months.

- I was absolutely exhausted.
- About 11:00.

Was there anybody there when you left?

Everyone left together.

We'll need a list of everyone
there last night.

Certainly. But you don't actually think
one of them killed Carol, do you?

No, we just need
to ask them a few questions.

Did your sister have any enemies,
love affairs gone bad?

- Anything like that?
- Not that I can think of.

How about at work?
Down at the charities?

Carol was active
with the Charles Academy of the Arts.

Some of the kids there...

Every month another boy gets expelled
for bringing a weapon to school.

Knives, guns...

- Was she threatened in any way?
- Not that she ever mentioned.

But my sister was naive.

So some junior knucklehead
with a knack for finger-painting

spies Bridgewell's fancy clothes
and her jewellery

and decides to make a forced entry
into her house.

Didn't we decide it wasn't a robbery?
Nothing was stolen.

Yeah, well, maybe junior got jumpy.

- You got a better idea, Frank?
- Her brother wasn't too broken up.

I wanna talk to all the people
at her house last night.

Here we go with that "l" business again,
"I want this, I want that."

Is this your subtle way of telling me
you don't wanna be my partner?

Cos I'm not thrilled
with the situation myself.

Last time we worked together,
a bullet hit a woman in the head

in a supermarket parking lot,
remember?

- 'And she just fell down? '
- Right.

I wanted to investigate
in the black neighbourhood,

you said I was jumping to conclusions.

- I'm biased...
- Am I the primary here or what?

That bullet came out
of a white neighbourhood

and you were jumping to conclusions.
I'm not.

You can't admit that maybe I'm right.

Well, you aren't right.

- These kids have been to her house.
- So has her brother.

Let's go talk
to this Carol Bridgewell's guests.

Well, it's the same old song, Frank.

Everybody at the Bridgewell party
left at 11:00,

and ain't nobody
seen anything suspicious.

- Who's next on the list?
- You mean who's last?

Last was Mr and Mrs Chandler.
And I say it's about quitting time.

Let's go to the morgue and see
if Cox has dealt with the autopsy.

No, wait. She said she'd page us
when she was done. Nobody paged me.

Now, I say you should go home and hug
your little girl before she falls asleep.

- All right.
- Yeah, see? See how I compromise?

- What?
- I compromise.

We talked to these people all day and
we didn't go to the Charles Academy.

We're going there
first thing tomorrow morning.

- Did you say "we", Frank?
- Get in the car.

- You did, you said "we".
- You wanna go home or not?

That's team work, Frank,
see how it works?

It's a beautiful thing.

'It's late.'
'I'm so tired.'

- Felt good today.
- What's that?

It felt like my gut was back.

You know what I mean,
like... it was all for a purpose...

The months of desk work and
ordering pizzas and answering phones,

waiting for the gun test,

waiting to get my badge back.

And the first few good cases
I weren't up to speed,

but today, you know, hey...

I felt like myself.

- You know what?
- What?

Olivia played peek-a-boo tonight.

- Peek-a-boo?
- Mm-hm.

That new?

Yes, Frank...

...it's new.

Good.

Is that all you have to say?

What do you mean?

Frank...

Frank?

- Frank?
- Yeah?

I think we need to talk
to a marriage counsellor.

- What?
- Things haven't felt right lately and...

Come on, come on, sweetie,
what are you talking about?

You know, things have never been
better between the two of us.

Is this about the peek-a-boo?

This is not about the peek-a-boo.

This is about us.

I want us to go and talk
to a marriage counsellor.

OK, sweetie, if you're upset,
you should talk to somebody...

But not me, I mean I'm OK.

I never felt better...

I love you.

You know that don't you?

Peek-a-boo...

Peek...

Peek-a-boo...

Peek-a-boo, Livvy, peek-a-boo...

Huh... Peek-a-boo...

Peek-a-boo, Livvy...

- You wanna talk about it?
- What?

My driving.

I hear your little sighs every time
I genuflect at a stop sign.

Your wife, she still at her mother's?

Nah, she's home.

- You two on speaking terms?
- No.

- Not at all?
- You know women got all this right.

- What?
- They can hold a grudge.

Hmm.

I mean me, I get mad, I blow up,
it's over, bada-bing, right?

Barbara, she hangs
onto stuff for weeks, months.

- Like the sock situation.
- What sock situation?

- I roll the socks up into a ball, right?
- Right.

Right. She says
that stretches the elastic.

She's a folder, right?

- A folder?
- You know, she er... she folds.

You guys talked
about marriage counselling?

- You been talking to Barbara?
- No... Watch the road, man!

- Do guys ever bring up counselling?
- No.

So whose side are
these therapists are on?

Why can't people talk out
their problems without a stranger?

- There's a reason.
- What?

If you bring in a therapist,
it's automatically two against one.

And let me tell you something else.
Love spelt backwards is EVOL.

- What?
- Yeah, E-V-O-L. Evil.

That... that's not "love" spelt backwards,
that's "live" spelt backwards.

Cut me some poetic slack,
would you, Frank?

Hey!

That's a work by one
of Carol's students, Ramone Sadhia.

This is Mount and Fayette.

What about the students' backgrounds?

Our enrolment is city-wide, Detective.

We have kids
from Roland Park and Guilford

side by side with kids
from the worst city projects.

Carol didn't care
where a child came from.

If she saw talent,
she gave her money, her time.

We wanna talk to Mrs Bridgewell's
students. Can you get us a list?

Sure. You might want to start
with... him.

- Who?
- Dontae Cleveland.

He's very talented with an artist's
temperament to match.

Yeah, I got suspended, so what?

You got suspended
for threatening Ms Bridgewell.

That bitch jumped into my face
so I told her to back off, that's all.

What did she jump in your face about?

She was trying to tell me
what's art and what's not.

She's your teacher, maybe she was
just trying to school your young ass?

Look, I don't need some rich white lady
telling me what to paint.

Cos she's got lots of art in her house
means she knows more than me?

- So you've been to her house?
- Yeah, once.

But I had enough,
I knew what she was about.

- What was she about?
- Trying to be some mother.

Take care of us poor,
underprivileged students.

She didn't care about us. She wanted
to show us off to her rich friends.

I don't really miss that at all, for real.

Hey, all right.

- Here we go.
- I'm a hungry man.

Where is it? Is that you?
Oh, yeah, this is you.

Ah, provolone and onion.
Bland and zing.

Soft and crunch.
The yin and yang of sandwich fillings.

- Extra onion like you asked for.
- Thanks, Brodie.

Only a man with no woman in his life
eats extra onion for lunch.

- Lieutenant.
- Oh, great.

- Salad, no dressing.
- No dressing?

That's what you asked for.

- Got you a lemon.
- A lemon?

I'll run a list of Bridgewell's students
through the system, see what turns up.

The only thing you got on these kids
is some of them grew up in projects.

No, Frank, at least one of 'em
didn't like her.

I'm gonna check the records
and run their juvie cards.

- Suit yourself, OK?
- That's right, Frank, I'll suit myself.

Do I smell the acrid aroma
of squad room discord?

The breakdown
of the collaborative process?

Because I'd hate to think that two
of my carefully matched detectives

are finding lumps
in the honeymoon mattress.

Reassure me of all the progress
the two of you have made.

- Everything's fine.
- Good.

"Fine" is good.
I like hearing "fine".

It's almost as good as hearing "arrest".

Pembleton, the ME Lab called.
They've finished the Bridgewell autopsy.

Hey, hey, hey, autopsy news, let's go.
Autopsy!

I'm right behind you, Frank.

- The effects for the Bridgewell case?
- Bagged and ready.

Great!

Wow, I've never had music here before.

It keeps things moving,
you don't mind it, do you?

- No, no, no. Actually, I like it.
- All right.

- Can't dance to it, though?
- You want dance music?

Tomorrow we bring the Ramones
and we raise the dead.

What's the word on Carol Bridgewell?

What we have is severe blunt trauma.

We've got 12 to 15 major hits
to the head and upper torso,

six of which
could've been the lethal blow.

Then we have a vast array
of contusions.

- I'd say the killer was seriously angry.
- Hmm, and the weapon?

Some of the injuries are suggestive
of a flat object with a curved side.

- Others show a solid edging like say...
- A small shovel.

- From a fireplace set.
- Not bad.

- We actually do this for a living.
- Any defence wounds?

Yeah, two torn nails on the right hand.

I took scrapings of skin and blood.
Your man should be scratched.

So the victim was killed
with something already in the house

by an otherwise unarmed person
in a rage

who continually hit her
after she was past caring.

She knew her killer
and she knew her students.

Let's go talk
to the brother's wife again, alone.

- Have you got some goodies for us?
- Yeah, Jeff!

- Give the customer his groceries.
- Yeah, OK.

Clothes and shoes are here,
valuables are here

and blood, bile, urine samples
and, yeah, the nail scrapings.

- Got my French fries in here?
- Take care.

Let me know if you get a suspect,
I'll rush DNA testing for a match.

- Pleasure doing business with you.
- Happy hunting.

Mrs Bridgewell you told us before that
all of the guests left around 11:00.

Is there any chance you could've missed
someone who was left behind?

No, I don't think so.
But you should ask my husband.

Perhaps Matthew saw somebody
when he went back.

- He went back?
- Yes, he'd forgotten his briefcase.

He and Carol had been discussing
the inheritance that afternoon.

After he dropped me off,
he went back to get it.

- Why didn't you mention this before?
- I don't know, is it important?

- How long was your husband gone?
- I'm not sure, actually.

I fell asleep
as soon as my head hit the pillow.

Did your husband get along
with his sister?

Well, Carol was sort of a free spirit
and Matthew didn't always approve,

but they were very affectionate.

They didn't have any problems,
no fights, no arguments?

Well, yes, over their mother's estate.

Erm... she died last fall.

- They argued over money?
- Oh, no, no, not money.

It was over the sentimental items
that they couldn't agree on.

Antiques, jewellery and such.

Matthew and Carol loved each other,

but, when it came to their mother's
possessions, they behaved like children.

- Where's your husband right now?
- He said he was back at the office.

We tried his office, his broker,
the health club, the country club,

the funeral home where they're
making arrangements for his sister.

The guy's nowhere he's supposed to be.

I got a warm feeling
for Mr Matthew Bridgewell.

Just because we can't find the guy
don't mean he's guilty.

- What?
- His sister just got whacked.

Maybe he's up
on some mountain top,

talking to Yogananda
about the oneness of stuff.

He's a squirrel, man!

I want Matthew Bridgewell in a box.
I wanna talk to him for a long time.

- I, I, I...
- I want to know what he's doing.

What kind of an outfit
do you run, Lieutenant?

Naomi!

You gentlemen
have some explaining to do!

See, no diamond ring.
I want my diamond ring.

Are you sure your sister
was wearing that ring?

Carol always wore it. I told her
to keep it in her safe,

it was a family heirloom,
but she wouldn't listen to me.

There's no record of a ring.
It wasn't catalogued.

- Someone must've taken it.
- What are you saying, Mr Bridgewell?

The most valuable jewel my sister had
on her body just happens to be missing?

- Some cop stole it.
- You don't know that, sir.

Everyone at the party
saw the ring on her finger.

You want a lawsuit?
I can provide one.

It's possible the ring was misplaced.
We'll do a thorough search.

I'll wait.

- We have more questions for you.
- About what?

You're preoccupied with her jewellery,
but we're trying to find her killer.

- That's my main concern.
- Of course, it is.

You wanna step this way
and get comfortable? This way.

That's Matthew Bridgewell!
Picture's in the paper every other week.

Sportsman, philanthropist,
millionaire... murderer.

- You saw the ring on her finger?
- That one in particular, no.

Howard, have Munch
double-check Evidence Control,

ME's office,
review Brodie's film of the crime scene.

- See if the ring was on her finger.
- You got it, Gee.

There's no ring on that tape.

He knows exactly where that ring is,
he took it when he killed his sister.

Why come to the police
accusing us of stealing it?

I'm going in the Box to find out.

My father had this ring made
at Bromwell & Brown in 1961.

Three diamonds, one from each
of my grandmother's engagement rings

plus my mother's diamonds set
in 18-carat gold.

It cannot possibly be replaced.

So it wasn't the money,
it's the sentimental value.

- That's what I've been saying.
- It's part of the family inheritance.

Mm...
Your mother passed away last fall?

I don't remember telling you that.

We had a conversation
with your wife actually.

- She didn't tell you?
- She tells me everything.

She said you went to your sister's
house after the party, alone.

- Yes, I'd forgotten my briefcase.
- You talk about anything in particular?

What we talked about has
nothing to do with her murder.

We're assessing your sister's
state of mind, it might lead somewhere.

We know that you and your sister
disagreed

about the inheritance from your mother.

Carol and I disagreed
about lots of things.

- That subject didn't come up?
- It did not.

Let's talk about that afternoon.
You took your briefcase with you.

- Were you discussing the inheritance?
- It was a business discussion.

That may have ended in an argument?

We're asking these questions

cos we found something interesting
in your sister's autopsy.

We found scrapings underneath
her fingernails: Blood, skin.

If we match the blood under her nails,
we figure we've nailed her killer.

Maybe the blood got there
another way.

Maybe she scratched somebody
accidentally.

- Maybe... there was an argument.
- I don't know anything about that.

You don't recall your sister accidentally
scratching you last night?

Any scratches on your body?
Something minor?

Something that maybe you didn't
notice until this very moment?

- I should call my attorney.
- That's your right.

Absolutely. But that automatically
makes our relationship adversarial.

We'll have to get a search warrant
for your person, your house.

I think I'd like to call my attorney now.

- You know... one thing still bothers me.
- What's that, Frank?

You come here accusing
the cops of stealing your ring.

Earlier, you implied that it was one
of Carol's students that killed her.

How can you be sure
the ring was still on her?

If some tough kid knocked her off,
don't you think he'd have taken her ring?

Have a seat sir.

You'll call your lawyer, but he or she's
gonna come down and meet you here.

- You cannot hold me.
- Oh, yes, we can.

We got plenty of business
to take care of.

Drawing blood,
checking you for scratches.

You're gonna be here for a while.

You might want to stick around
to see if that ring don't turn up, huh?

Matthew Bridgewell killed his sister.
He's our man.

That's a case of sibling rivalry
that got out of hand. I knew it.

If we find the ring in his possession,
we got him.

Munch is still at Evidence Control
and so far nothing's come up.

Course not, Bridgewell's just putting
on a show, he's always had it.

You think one of the richest men
in Baltimore's gonna kill his sister

over a lousy diamond ring?

- That surprises you?
- It's an act of symbolism.

That ring signifies a mother's love.

The longer I do this job,
the more convinced I am

that everything boils down
to your relationship with your mother.

- It's terrifying but it's true!
- You don't see me with a kid, do you?

Are you one of the beautiful people

Is my name on the list?

Wanna be of the beautiful people

Wanna feel like I'm missed

Hey you with the walkie-talkie

I know my clothes are not right

I wish I had my own walkie-talkie

That reached to God every night

Everyone needs to be somebody

Everyone needs to find someone
who cares

But I don't know if you know
what I mean

Cause I'm never on your list

Ed, don't insult my intelligence.

We can place him at the scene
at the time of the murder.

He'd been arguing with the victim
about their inheritance

plus DNA tests prove that his blood
was under her fingernails.

Carol accidentally scratched him
when he helped move some furniture.

How come he didn't tell us that
in the interview?

Because he was being harassed.
He was being falsely accused.

He was smart,
he shut up and called his lawyer

before you could twist his statement
into something it wasn't.

We didn't twist nothing.
He killed her. You killed her!

- Do you have a murder weapon?
- No, we don't.

There's also Carol Bridgewell's ring
that hasn't been recovered, has it?

- It has not.
- It was obviously stolen by her killer.

The motive is clear,
she was murdered during a robbery.

This was a crime of passion.

A burglar wouldn't have continued
to bludgeon her after she was dead.

That depends. I understand
you have a list of Carol's students.

I'll bet you can find
some real suspects there.

Your evidence against my client
is purely circumstantial.

- Strong enough for the Grand Jury.
- Take it anywhere you want.

A ring's missing,
the murder was robbery,

that constitutes reasonable doubt.

Even if we go to trial,
you'll never get a conviction.

So, if you'll excuse us,
my client and I are leaving.

You... let me know
if you want to press charges.

What next?

Can you prove the ring was on her finger
when the body was found?

Brodie taped that body from every angle
but the one we need.

There's no clear shot
of her left hand.

The uniforms didn't mention it
in their statement,

we didn't find the ring in her house
and it wasn't catalogued.

We searched his house, his office,
his safe deposit box. No ring.

Without that ring, we could all
end up with egg on our faces.

I'll bring the evidence we have
to the Grand Jury.

Let's go talk to Salerno,
he was the first on the scene,

maybe he saw this damn...
diamond ring.

- Salerno doesn't remember the ring.
- Of course not.

As much as I hate to say it, you think
somebody stole it from the scene?

- What like a uniform?
- It's been known to happen.

Hey, I'm kidding, Sarge.

A patrolman finds a dead guy
with a few hundred dollars in his pocket,

maybe the stiff winds up in a morgue
a few twenties light, that's happened.

But not jewellery, that's evidence,
a cop won't mess with evidence.

In a case last month, the parents were
looking for the daughter's bracelet.

It wasn't with her effects.
I thought it'd just been lost, but...

Stepopalos had a case
a couple of months back.

Guy's Rolex was missing.
Family put up a bit of a stink.

Is there a connection,
same reporting officer?

I don't know, same reporting officer,
someone from the ME's lab?

So what makes you so sure
it's one of my crew?

One of the uniforms at the scene
may have taken the jewellery.

We're checking that out.

You don't think it's a cop?
Last place you'd look is in the mirror.

With a missing ring in this case,

the suspect's lawyer is trying
to turn the murder into a robbery,

so if we find the ring,
he has no defence.

All these thefts took place
in the last three months.

Oh, since I've been Chief, you mean.

No, look, we know you've been making
a lot of changes, hiring new staff.

We just want the names
of the most recent, that's all.

Mm-hm, yeah, I'll look into it.

- What does that mean?
- I think it means I will look into it.

If there's a thief on my staff,
believe me, you'll be the first to know.

Is there anything else?
I've got a lot of work to do.

Brodie?

Er, yeah...

- Can I talk to you for a second?
- Sure, Dr Cox.

- Oh! Hey.
- Hey...

Erm... I was wondering...

I need you to put a camera in my lab.

Somebody might be stealing
personal items off the victims.

Is this about the missing diamond ring?

Yeah, yeah.

I think I know who it is, I don't want
to accuse anybody till I have proof.

Video surveillance.

- That's legal right?
- Yeah, absolutely.

No audio, cos conversations are
protected, but video's no problem.

Great. Good.

- So you'll help me out, right?
- Yeah. I need gear.

- Gear?
- Spy gear.

The owner of the spy shop
called those two Mutt and Jeff.

Here we go.

He said, if installed correctly, they'll
give you 100% coverage of any room.

- Spy shop, huh?
- Yeah.

- You get any real life spies in there?
- No.

Mostly double-income couples
trying to keep an eye on nanny!

We live in a cynical, distrustful,
paranoid world.

Oh, hey, Mary...
You're looking for Frank?

- He's not here right now.
- I'm looking for you.

- Can we talk for a few minutes?
- Sure, have a seat.

Alone.

Oh, sure, how about in there, the Box?

All these years of listening to Frank
telling you about his day, you know,

this suspect, that suspect,

interrogations in... the Box!

This room is such a big part of his life,
I've just never been inside.

It's not a place to take your wife.

But I bet you he has spent more time
here than he has in his own living room.

I don't know about that.

Well, sure, I mean
when you count up the hours.

He's probably spent more time with you
in the last couple of years,

not counting sleep,
than he has with me and Olivia.

- Well...
- But that's not why I'm here.

I'm not here to complain
about Frank's dedication to his job.

I came down here to ask you a favour.

Anything.

I want you to go back
to being partners with him.

Mary, I...

Look, er...

- He's not gonna ask you himself.
- Yeah.

You know Frank.
But, er... I can tell, he misses you.

He needs somebody.

I don't even know what happened
between you two, he didn't tell me.

- I don't know if it's a fight or what.
- It was nothing like that really.

- He thinks everything is fine.
- Yeah.

I mean, in his mind... he's recovered,
he's back on the job.

You know,
he feels like himself again.

And I'm glad,
being a homicide detective is who he is.

I'm just not sure being a homicide
detective's wife is who I am.

There's your thief, right there.

Would you like to see more?

No, I think I've seen enough.
Thank you, Brodie.

- Right.
- Wow, I really liked him, too.

- I'm sorry.
- Yeah, so am I.

I seem to have a habit of liking
the wrong people.

- Yeah...
- Thanks, Brodie.

Hey, Dr Cox.

- I got the next customer prepared.
- Thanks, Jeff.

I wanna thank you for the overtime
you've been putting in.

Oh, it's not a problem.

Well, you know, this job isn't high
in the satisfaction scale.

Well, it definitely beats
dressing stiffs at a funeral home.

Yeah, but still, you know,
you're mucking around in body parts,

blood and guts,
dirty job that nobody wants to do.

For what?
A lousy 20 grand a year.

- Barely pays the bills, right?
- Hmm...

And yet you keep coming in,

day after day,

working hard.

And you do it well, Jeff.

Thanks.

No complaints.

Everybody else around here,
they bitch about their salary, but not you.

You seem to find doing a good job
compensation enough.

How did you know it was me?

It's that diamond ring, right?

I knew I shouldn't have taken that ring.

I mean, a ring like that,
somebody's gonna notice,

somebody's gonna
make a big deal out of it.

- Where is it?
- I don't know.

I sold it.

That ring could interfere
with a murder investigation.

The killer might very well go free
because of that ring, Jeff!

I never meant for that to happen,
Dr Cox.

Are you willing to testify
you stole it off the body?

Yeah...

Guess this means
I don't have a job any more.

Yeah, you got that right.

Dr Cox, I'm not hurting anybody.

These people are dead,
they won't miss their jewellery.

I'm not a criminal, it's just a...

It's just a watch here,
a few bucks there.

It's just to make ends meet,
to get a couple of extra CDs or...

maybe just you know take
my... my girlfriend out for her birthday.

You know what? Are you telling me
I'm not entitled to those things,

cos I didn't go to school like you,
I wasn't smart enough to go to college?

Because I don't come
from a rich family?

I trusted you, McGinn.

I did a good job,
you just said so yourself.

No, Dr Cox, could you just wait?
Dr Cox, I'm...

I'm sorry, I know
I shouldn't have taken the ring...

Dr Cox...

No diamond ring.

- Where's my ring?
- I don't know.

- Where's the diamond ring?
- I don't know. I pawned it.

- Which pawn shop?
- Triple Bone, Charles Street.

- Detective Lewis...
- Give it a rest.

Thanks for your help, Doc.

Dr Cox,
I meant what I said before.

I really liked working for you.

- So you didn't find the diamond ring?
- Er...

The pawn broker suddenly
got a case of amnesia.

- The ring must be half way to Brussels.
- What about Matthew Bridgewell?

Jeff McGinn will testify that he took
the ring off the dead woman's hand.

Plus the DNA evidence of the scratches,
we'll take it to trial, see where it goes.

Matthew Bridgewell's fate is in the hands
of the Maryland state judicial system.

We've taken care of the order,
the law is up to Danvers.

Well, congratulations.

Yeah, and I'll tell you something else.

Frank and I got through this case
and we're still talking.

I'm not talking to you,
I'm here for the sodas.

- You smell something?
- What?

Oh, Bayliss! What?
I got to do everything around here?

- I don't smell anything.
- Oh, man!

Oh, my God! Bayliss,
you're gonna burn the place down.

Yeah... getting pretty late.

- Meaning what?
- I don't know, I mean...

Mary's probably waiting at home
for you, hmm?

- I can take care of my marriage.
- OK, Frank.

I'm getting outta here,
Mary's probably waiting for me.

- Hey, Frank, erm...
- What?

Just want to say that I think
that us not being partners, that's...

that's a good thing, a good thing,
but nothing's written in stone.

- No, it isn't.
- No.

So er...
if you wanted a partner again and...

you know, just on... a couple of cases
in the future or something like that,

we can talk about it, that's it.

Just want to say
the subject's not closed.

You're absolutely right. You and me
partnering up was getting stale.

We knew each other's moves.
This is better for the police work.

Yeah. OK, Frank.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Bayliss!

- What?
- What?

Hey, Julianna.

Got to stop meeting like this.

- Have a seat.
- No, I'm just getting something to go.

You can have a seat
while you're waiting.

Thanks.

- I thought you were on vacation?
- I am.

I'm having a vacation in Fell's Point.
Can't beat the BLTs.

- BLT?
- Mm-hm.

Yeah, I'll have the same
to go, thank you.

Bad day?

Am I that easy to read?

- You want to talk about it?
- No, not really.

- OK.
- We live in a cynical, distrustful world.

You and I, we are pretty cynical
and distrustful, right?

I'm a homicide detective,
of course I'm cynical and distrustful.

Yet I think we have to keep expecting
the best out of people or I'd go nuts.

Do you want to tell me
exactly what happened?

Oh, it's... it's, you know...

Somebody let me down,
somebody I trusted, that's all.

- Wow, am I a lousy judge of character!
- Yeah, you went out with me.

Well, I guess I expect too much.

What is that saying? Expect nothing
and you won't be disappointed...

Oh, so you're saying
you should expect less?

Yeah, maybe I should,
maybe I'd be happier.

- You know what?
- What?

Happiness is overrated.

Miss, your order's ready.

See you around.

- Hey, Julianna?
- What?

Don't lower your expectations.

Someone's gotta keep
the standards up around here.

Yeah.

Hey, hey, hey, how are my girls?

- Oh, you're in a good mood.
- Yeah, why wouldn't I be?

I didn't know when you'd be home
so I didn't cook.

- We got some frozen dinners.
- I'll find something.

Hey, how... how you're doing?
Yum, yum, yum...

Hmm! Apple sauce, yummy!

Yummy!

Peek-a-boo...

Peek-a-boo.

- So you see that counsellor?
- No, I decided there wasn't any point.

Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo.

Good. What's a counsellor gonna
tell you you don't know yourself?

Ah!

Peek-a-boo.

Ah! Peek-a-boo.

Peek-a-boo.