All language subtitles for Homicide life on the street S06E19 - Strangled, Not Stirred

We just moved to Baltimore, too.
Have you been to the Havana Club?

- You would love that.
- Salsa music, a full bar.

The cigar smoke I could live without.

What is it about men and cigars?
It's Freudian or somethin'.

Speaking of sin and pleasure,
who would like a refill?

Oh, no. I got
a nine o'clock aerobics class tomorrow.

- Jennifer?
- Sure.

He's adorable.

- How long have you been married?
- Six years.

After six years of hair in the sink and
dirty socks, he's not so adorable.

- Honey, I gotta go.
- You're ready? I'll down this.

No, it's OK.
I'm just exhausted, that's all.

You relax, enjoy your drink
and take a cab home.

- Sure?
- Just don't stay out all night,

and don't keep Jennifer here
stuck at this table.

It was great to meet you.

We come often.
Maybe I'll see you again.

And you, I'll see later.

- Will your wife be upset?
- It's not that late.

- This your car?
- Yeah.

Listen.

Thanks again for tonight.
I had fun.

Keys...

OK.

Jennifer?

Her name is Jennifer Gerrick,
26 years old.

- Strangled with a pair of pantyhose.
- Yeah? Her own?

She's not wearing any, so probably.

But you don't know for sure?

I'm not a pantyhose profiler, Stu.

I don't know from stockings.
I thought maybe you could tell.

Who found the body?

Teenagers.
Sanders is taking their information.

OK. She's got all her jewellery on.

Her purse and her wallet are intact.

So it's a sex crime.
She was raped.

There's no apparent trauma.
Her makeup is barely smudged.

Sanders!

Could you join us?
Did those kids see anything?

They said they were on their way home.
The found the body about six.

What are they, 13 years old,
coming home at 6am? What a world.

Let them know that we need to
speak to them. Where's the ME?

They're shorthanded at the morgue.
I called Dyer 20 minutes ago.

Yeah, well, you think
you could call her again?

No signs of a struggle.

She was probably killed
somewhere else and dumped here.

- She looks like a nice girl.
- Yeah.

- Are you OK?
- I just hate working Sundays.

Love me?

Maybe. You took your time
getting home.

I thought you'd forgiven me for that
after last night.

Don't, I'm sweaty.

- I like you sweaty.
- Nick...

Lose the paper.

I hope it's not parents.
I hate it when it's parents.

Hey, hi.

My name's Laura Ballard,
and I'm a police officer.

Is there an adult
I can talk to about Jennifer Gerrick?

- Don't tell me she's gotten arrested.
- Are you a relative of hers?

Yeah, Ben Elliot. Jennifer is my wife's
niece. She lives with us.

- What kind of trouble is she in?
- We're Baltimore Homicide, Mr Elliot.

Maggie said there were police here
about Jennifer. Is she OK?

You said you had her wallet and purse.
Isn't that enough?

We need a relative to make the ID
to be absolutely sure.

I've changed my mind.
I can't do this. I feel sick.

We can wait a few minutes
till you're up to it.

I don't want to see her face.

- She looks peaceful.
- What?

She looks at peace, pretty, you know?
I've seen a lot of dead faces.

- Most don't look so pretty.
- You're telling me that so I'll go in.

She was murdered, Mrs Elliot,

and as soon as you can make the ID,
we can start looking for her killer.

OK.

You were right.

She does look pretty.

Well, I'll be damned.

You, too, huh?

An anonymous tip
on my Mahoney crew triple murder.

- No kidding.
- It's more than a tip.

It names the
shooter, the wheel man, witnesses.

Weapons, vehicle tags.

Single typed paragraph, no names,
no return address.

My courtyard murder
from the projects.

My double over on Ashland. Everyone
working the Mahoney killings got one.

Half the Mahoney organisation's
dead on the pavement.

Whoever's still standing
gets ratted out?

Well, Frank, I told you there
was a happy ending out there.

- You two guys up?
- Yeah, yeah. What do you need?

Well, I got a couple witnesses to pick up,
including one Antoine Latrell,

who according to this tip,
saw my three dealers get shot.

- Let's put down a triple.
- Yes.

Whoever this anonymous tipster is,
he sure knows what we like.

Yeah, whoever he is.

- She wasn't raped?
- No.

- No signs of sexual assault, no semen.
- What about drugs or alcohol?

. 11 blood alcohol.
No drugs, nothing in the stomach.

Cause of death was asphyxiation
due to strangulation.

Not a robbery, not a sex crime.
What kind of a murder is this?

Very clean. No skin cells
under the fingernails, no fibres.

Only one hair
that wasn't the victim's own.

- Where was it?
- On her skirt.

One hair. She was out at a restaurant,
a club. That could be anybody's.

- Great...
- I did find something interesting.

Interesting's good.
I'll take interesting.

See these circular marks?

Yeah, what the hell are they?

My best guess, contusions
caused by a stun gun.

A stun gun, huh?

Whoever killed her incapacitated her
first with a stun gun pressed to the neck.

So if we recover the weapon,
you can make a match?

The markings are definitive, yes.

Yeah, given we find
that smoking stun gun.

So what's up?

Wanted to let you know that
everyone got their little white envelopes.

What little white envelopes?

I'm that subtle, huh?

The tips on those cases
gave us everything

but a typed prosecution report.
Everyone knows.

- Who's everyone?
- Stivers, Kellerman, me.

They talk to you about it?

We're not saying a damn thing
to each other.

How long will it be
before Gee figures it out?

Gee figures what out?

What do we have
on the Gerrick murder?

Jennifer Gerrick was strangled.
No sexual assault.

Markings indicated
she was hit with a stun gun.

We'll check with manufacturers
and find out where they're sold.

It's a long shot. Gadgets
like that can be bought on the internet.

She worked at Nouveau,
which is in Mount Vernon.

It's closed tonight.
We'll go in the morning.

- Any eyewitnesses?
- None.

Dyer says the body was dumped
between four and six this morning.

Which leaves us with no motive, no
witnesses, no suspects, no evidence.

- But one thing you do have.
- What's that?

Moxie. When you first came here,
you set this unit on fire.

Don't tell me what you don't have.
Use what you do.

- Yes, sir.
- A young, attractive girl is killed

and everybody's in a uproar.

I want to keep that uproar to a dull roar.

Avante.

Moxie, huh? I always thought
what you had was spunk.

I hate spunk.

Who are you looking at?

The woman in the blue jacket.
She's gorgeous.

Don't do this, the jealous routine.

I'm just making conversation.
She's beautiful.

You are beautiful.

- All right?
- Yeah, all right.

I'm going to the ladies room.

The woman in blue. Whatever she's
drinking, another on me.

- Sure.
- Thanks.

The guy down at the end of the bar
wants to buy you a drink.

- What's going on?
- Not a thing.

- Antoine Latrell!
- Yeah?

Baltimore Homicide.

Three Mahoney dealers got shot.
We hear that you were there.

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

We got a eyewitness places you
at the scene.

- I didn't shoot nobody.
- No?

Then you better tell us who did.
Let's go.

When did Jennifer Gerrick
start working for you?

I hired her for the Christmas rush
and kept her on.

Jennifer have any friends she went out
with? Employees, maybe a boyfriend?

- She didn't have a boyfriend.
- How do you know that?

She used to complain about it
all the time.

How she spent her money going out
and she never met anybody.

She ever say where she went?

She used to like those trendy
restaurants up on Charles.

Cohibar and that other one,
the Italian place?

- Sotto Sopra?
- That's it.

Did Jennifer tell you where
she was going on Saturday night?

Well, it was one or another of those
pricey places.

You'd think being in a neighbourhood
like that,

you'd have a better chance
of not getting killed.

OK, Antoine, is that the statement
you just made,

that you were present and identified
the shooter as Harold Combs?

How'd you even
get my name?

Is it your statement?

Yeah.

Then sign and initial each page.

This means I'm gonna have to testify.

If it goes to trial.

But if you're worried about testifying,
we'll stash you in a motel.

What's left of that crew
is busy fightin' amongst themselves.

They ain't in no condition to come back.

OK, Antoine.
Let me ask you a question.

We got 10 dead
in the Mahoney organisation.

What was it that started this war?

No reason?

Best I heard, some talk
about how the money got cut.

You saying the Mahoney machine
choked on its own money?

Money and a little dirt.

I don't know, Antoine.
It's a lot of bodies for a little dirt.

The Mahoney crew, they were never too
calm about things to begin with.

OK, so now we know
who's losing this war.

- Who's winning it?
- Say what?

Who's winning the war?

Ain't it you?

- You recognise Jennifer Gerrick?
- Oh, I've seen her.

She sits at the bar.
She was here the other night.

Do you remember who she was with?

She never comes in with anybody.
A regular Saturday Night Hon.

What's a Saturday Night Hon?

Dressed to the max, no coat, comes in
looking for an escort home.

We get women like that.
It can be zero degrees outside,

but they lock up the jacket
so they'll look good when they walk in.

You see her leave with anyone?

I don't remember. I bet you found her
without her coat.

Yeah, as a matter of fact, we did.

Well, like I told you,
a Saturday Night Hon.

Can I have an ash tray?
Thanks.

The manager of the Cohibar recognised
Jennifer Gerrick from Saturday night.

He did not see her leave.
Neither did any of the employees.

What about the other customers?

We got the names of 69 of them through
credit card receipts and reservations.

We're running them in the computer
but we need help with the interviews.

Munch, find Kellerman and give
Ballard and Gharty a hand.

You got it, Gee.

- Have you found the victim's car?
- Not yet.

Gonna check private towing lots next.

Falsone!

If anybody in Auto owes you a favour,
now's the time to call it in.

All right, I'm on it.

- Gerrick went to the Cohibar by herself?
- Looks that way, yeah.

Regular Saturday Night Hon.

Oh, what is with this
Saturday Night Hon?

It's a woman who goes out alone
on a Saturday night.

What's wrong with a woman
going out by herself?

Oh, nothing.
Absolutely nothing.

Well, there's a rule of thumb
in Charm City

that says a woman who goes out alone
is looking for a good time.

Oh, and I suppose she was looking
to get murdered as well?

I didn't mean it like that.

I go out alone. Sometimes I even
go out alone on a Saturday night.

Don't listen to him.
He's a Neanderthal.

- Mm-hm.
- That's me. From the Stone Age.

- You see this woman?
- Yeah, I did.

- You talk to her at all?
- She was behind me at the bar.

I got the bartender's attention
and she said, "Thanks."

Do you recall anyone who
she was talking to or who she left with?

Sorry. If I'd known she was gonna end
up dead, I'd paid closer attention.

You were here Saturday night?

It's like my home away from home.

You remember seeing this woman?

I had a couple of martinis.
That's all I remember.

- Are you sure?
- After a couple, I'm not sure of anything.

That's the woman we were talking to.
She was murdered?

- Oh, my God.
- What did you talk about?

Oh, she said she was new to Baltimore.
We told her a few places to go.

- How long was that conversation?
- 10, maybe 15 minutes, I'd guess.

You didn't see her with anyone else
or see her leave with anyone?

No. No, I didn't.

Jeez, that's a shame.

She seemed like a really nice person.

Gerrick was alone. I can't imagine
that no one saw her leave.

- If they did, they didn't tell us.
- Did anybody turn up with a record?

We ran through everyone who was
there, all our foofie little customers.

Cleaner than Mother Teresa,
not a parking ticket among 'em.

Falsone is on line 2. He found the car
you've been looking for.

You're not dressed.

I changed my mind.
I don't feel like going out.

Are you still freaked out by those cops?

- No.
- Then what?

We went out last night
and the night before that.

Come on, Helen. Don't start getting
frigid on me. Let's have some fun.

The way you're looking at women,
you're having a little too much fun.

This about the other night?
I'm being punished?

You want to be a bitch, be a bitch.
Fine. Stay in.

Any blood or prints?

Nothing visible. I'll have
Crime Lab check out the interior.

- That's her coat.
- What?

That must be her coat.
She left it in the trunk.

We got a call. They found another
body. Woman strangled with pantyhose.

May be strangulation. Hard to tell from
decomp. She's been here about a week.

Homeless man found the body
underneath that tarp.

Any personal effects?

No, but if she's been
out here for a week, doesn't mean much.

Found her driver's license in her purse.
Name's Elaine Beretta.

Roommate reported her missing
last week.

- What day of the week?
- April 11th.

- Saturday.
- Right.

- Was she wearing a coat?
- A what?

A coat, a jacket.
Where is it?

She didn't have one, Detective.

Will the restaurants on Charles be
closed until the killer is apprehended?

- No comment.
- Were they strangled with pantyhose?

Again, no comment.
No comment.

Can you confirm the killer used
a stun gun?

When we have a statement to make,
we will.

I can't comment
on an ongoing investigation.

Well, do you have any suspects?
When can we get a statement?

Well, the press is in full assault mode.

Two dead white girls in two days?
That's their kind of case.

"Martini Murders"?

Yeah, strangled not stirred.

- Keep that for your scrapbook.
- Thanks.

So they asked me about a stun gun.
You'd know how they knew about that.

Mmm. We hear back from Lausanne?

Yeah, Beretta was strangled,
no sexual assault.

Lausanne confirms the presence of
contusions caused by a stun gun.

- Just like Gerrick.
- Yeah.

Boyd Shephard is here.
He's in The Aquarium.

- Who?
- Elaine Beretta's roommate.

We're on our way.

I want to see Detective Higby.

Works Missing Persons.
Elaine isn't missing any more.

- You and Elaine lived together?
- We were roommates.

When's the last time you saw her?

Last Saturday night about seven.
She was going to Sotto Sopra.

Hmm. She never came back?

That son of a bitch, Higby,
insisted she ran off somewhere.

By the time you reported her missing,
Elaine was already dead.

Higby could've turned the town upside
down and not saved her.

And somehow he knows this?

- Harold Combs!
- What's this about?

Hands up, baby!

- What's this about?
- Get on the pole!

- What is this?
- Get up... Get up there, boy.

You are under arrest for three counts
of first degree murder.

- What?
- For the triple shooting, Mr Combs.

Three Mahoney drug dealers
disposed of. You don't remember?

Who put me in?
It was Antoine Latrell, wasn't it?

Come on, man.
Get in the car, Mr Combs.

Who put me in, man?
It was Antoine Latrell?

Every tip checked out. Every drug war
case is down or on its way down.

Very tidy.

Well, I tell ya,
whoever our informant was,

he's got a gift for this sort of thing.
Ballistics, vehicle info, you know.

- Sounds like he'd make a good cop.
- Hmm...

Any ideas who it might be, Falsone?

Well, there's no way to know, Gee.

The notes were typewritten and mailed
from the post office on East Fayette.

- Call it a mystery then?
- A mystery?

The cases are down.
Who the hell cares who's tippin' us?

What Pecora puts in his marinara
sauce, that's a mystery.

Other than that, there are no mysteries,
not in this town or this unit.

Find your former partner.
Tell him I want to talk.

- I knew Elaine Beretta.
- So she was a regular?

Always ordered the same thing,
Amaretto sour.

Was she a Saturday Night Hon?

I guess you could call her a Hon
in a way. She'd come in all done up.

Last time Elaine was here,
do you remember her meeting anyone?

Last weekend? It was packed.

I remember her talkin' to this one guy,
one of those Rolex-wearing jerks.

Do you remember anything else
about him?

Dark hair, tall, married.

He comes in with his wife,
but she wasn't with him that night.

He bought Elaine a drink.

Do you have credit card receipts
from April 11th?

Paperwork's upstairs.
Could take a while.

We'll wait.

Holy cow, a lot of people have
a lot of money to throw around.

- I haven't seen a single bill under $60.
- That's not a lot of money.

Maybe not to you.
I don't spend that much.

Hooey! Since when do you go out?

Did we interview a Nick Montgomery?

Er...

Yes, Nick and Helen Montgomery
were at the Cohibar with Gerrick.

They had a brief conversation with her.

He was at the Sotto Sopra on the 11th.

Let's dig up a picture at DMV,
and bring it to the restaurant.

The bartender picks him out as the one
putting the moves on Beretta

and we have got ourselves a suspect.

- You want to talk to me there?
- I did.

- The trial board is next week.
- Friday, yeah.

I have it from Barn father that
if you don't contest the Board's findings,

you get off with a reprimand,
stress counselling,

five days' loss of vacation.

Deal.

Barn father wants you to transfer
out of Homicide, out of CID.

What do you say?

Me?
I want what's best.

Might be good to get out of the District,
hump calls from behind a radio car.

Might be better for where your head's at.

I work murders, Gee.
That's what I do.

You want to come back to Homicide,
I have to go and talk to Barn father.

Whatever's going on between you
and the Mahoneys,

it ends right here and right now.
I'll see you at the hearing.

- That's him.
- You sure?

I remember the smirk on his face
when he paid his tab.

Can I see that receipt?

What do you know?

Something wrong?

He only left 10%.

Him, I recognise.
He was sitting with Jennifer Gerrick.

Was his wife around?

She left early.
They stayed for another round.

- Who picked up the tab?
- He did.

- You could've told us this.
- What do you want?

You show me a picture of him.
This business, you remember faces.

If I was accused of murder for every
time I sent a woman a glass of wine,

I'd spend half my life with my thumb
on the fingerprint pad.

We're not looking to charge him.
We're going for a search warrant.

You'll be denied.
You need more evidence.

Like maybe a stun gun.

A stun gun might do it.

He's probably stashed his under
his bed, but if we can get to it.

OK. Talk to the Montgomerys again.
Press 'em a little. See what gives.

Can we help you?
Something you forgot to ask?

Something you forgot to tell.

- You bought Jennifer Gerrick two drinks.
- I what?

You mentioned you were with her.
You don't mention martinis. Why not?

I didn't think it mattered.

Nick and I like to meet people.
Occasionally, we'll buy someone a drink.

You bought Jennifer a martini.
What about Elaine Beretta?

Who's Elaine Beretta?

Oh, you didn't hear about this
on the news?

They found her body yesterday
in East Baltimore.

- Another woman was murdered?
- What does this have to do with us?

The bartender at Sotto Sopra recalls
you buying her an Amaretto sour.

We have credit card receipts
with your signature on them,

and they're dated April 11 th, which is
the night Elaine disappeared.

Excuse me.

Helen?

Wonderful.

You just got me in trouble with my wife.

Helen wasn't with me that night.

She doesn't like you pulling out the
platinum for other women, does she?

Well, that's between the two of us.

Or she's upset you were seen with both
murder victims the night that they died.

You're making a big deal
out of a couple of $8 cocktails.

Are we?

Do you have any more questions?
I'd like to check on my wife.

Well, that's a good idea.
She seemed upset.

- Mm-hm.
- Buying a woman a drink is not a crime.

We through?

What now? We get 'em in the Box?

Dig deeper, look harder. I want to know
everything about Nick Montgomery,

and then we will get him in the Box.

You were working late that night, Helen.

I went out, I met the girl, Elaine...
whatever her name was.

We chatted, I bought her a drink.

- And then?
- And then... I came home.

It was just a drink.

Helen, you know me.

You know I would never cheat.

I checked their previous address. They
moved here from Dallas last spring.

I called to see if they had any records.
Both have none.

But Helen has a sister named Angela
who was murdered in May.

How did she die?

Strangulation. Two weeks before
the couple left Texas.

The primary on the case, Detective
Verheyden, is faxing me the file.

He says that Nick Montgomery
was the prime suspect.

Hmm...

- But the cops didn't charge him?
- No.

The phone records show Nick
and Angela spoke every day,

and Nick was seen with her
the night that she died.

Other than that, they had
no real evidence.

Sounds familiar.

Is that enough evidence for you
to get that warrant?

I'll see what I can do.

Detective Ballard? There's a Helen
Montgomery here to see you.

Mrs Montgomery,
what can we do for you?

I think my husband is a murderer.

What makes you think that?

The stun gun I found hidden
in our basement.

I always thought Nick killed my sister.

- But you didn't go to the police.
- I didn't wanna believe it.

We moved to Baltimore
to start a new life.

I thought I could leave
those suspicions behind me.

And what happened?

We were OK for a while, happy.

Around a month ago,
we started fighting again.

About... other women?

Nick wanted to go out all the time.

He was drinking too much
and spending too much money.

When I complained,
he started going without me.

You were with him the other night
with Jennifer Gerrick.

I left early. Nick stayed.

Why didn't you tell us that you left him
at the bar with her?

I assumed he was innocent,
just like with my sister.

When you came back the next time,

when you asked about the second girl
and you had the receipt,

I couldn't ignore it any more.

I read about the stun gun in the paper.

When he left, I started going
through his things.

You found this.

How could I not have known?

- She said I'm a murderer?
- That's right.

The things women do
when they get jealous.

Excuse me?

Don't you see what's happening here?

My wife hasn't spoken to me
since you two left our house.

Why? Because you told her I bought
that Elise girl a drink.

- Elaine.
- Whatever.

My wife hears that
and she's out for revenge.

So you say your wife's lying?

I apologise for her, Detectives.
It seems she's wasted your time.

If Helen's lying, how did she get this?

Where is she? Where the hell is she?

Sit down.
Mr Montgomery, sit down.

Jennifer Gerrick and Elaine Beretta
were both incapacitated

by an electric shock before
they were murdered.

Now, the markings on their neck
match the prongs on this gun,

which Helen claims to have found
in your basement.

You might find my prints on that gun,
but I am not the one who strangled them.

Really? Then who was?

Who do you think? Helen.

Helen?

Your wife?

Angela and I were having an affair.
Helen found out and she went wild.

I told her I would end it, do whatever
she wanted, go to counselling.

She said that wasn't enough.

She said as long as Angela was alive,
she would always be between us.

To save our marriage, we had to kill her.

- So you strangled her?
- No.

Helen did. I held her down.
I admit that.

But it was Helen who did the killing.

Then, after we actually got away with it,

there was no stopping her.

What does that mean?

Helen killed two more women
between Dallas and Baltimore,

- one in St Louis, one in Pittsburgh.
- Do you have anything to prove that?

No, I don't have anything to prove that,

but it is the truth.

I'll testify against her.

I'm sure you would, Mr Montgomery.

To save yourself, I'm sure that you
would say just about anything.

Well, here's what. I'd save your energy.
You're gonna need it for the murder trial.

Talk about till death do us part, huh?

- We ever have a killer couple before?
- Nope. And we don't now.

You sure about that?

Please, the man is pissed off
because Helen turned him in.

He's trying to drag her down.

We have to look into it. We have to see
what they got on those two women.

Even if there are other bodies,
it doesn't mean the wife is involved.

We can't prove anything either way.

Why should we take her word
above his?

Because that man is a pig!

He's a misogynist pig bastard,
and I can see it in his eyes.

All right.

You call Pittsburgh
and I will take St Louis.

All right. The Dallas file should be in
by now, too. I can take a look at that.

That's fine.

Hey, you're probably right.

- You know, probably it was just him.
- Right.

- Hey.
- Hey.

So St Louis Homicide had a 25-year-old
Jane Doe strangled in October.

There are markings of a stun gun
on her neck and no signs of rape.

Well, Pittsburgh didn't even have a body.

They're gonna go through their missing
persons report and call us.

Is that it? You call me down to the Lab,
I assume you have something.

I did. I was reading over the file.

I see where the Dallas cops found
several hairs on Angela Faber's body.

One was Montgomery's.
The other two were Helen's.

Given that the three of them
were related

and Angela spent time at her sister's,

detectives on the case
couldn't go anywhere with it.

So neither can we, right?

Except that we have the one
unidentified hair off Jennifer's clothing.

I had the lab run it against the hairs
from Nick and Helen.

- And?
- It was Helen Montgomery's.

Right... Helen already admitted to being
at the bar with Gerrick,

so a hair on the outside
is not enough to link her to murder.

On the outside of the skirt, no.

But we tell Helen that we found the hair
somewhere more incriminating,

like the inside of Jennifer's pantyhose,
might do the trick.

If she's innocent,
she'll know we're lying.

And if she's guilty, she won't.

Hmm...

- Who are you looking for, Helen?
- Nick. He isn't here, is he?

Why? Why do you ask?
You want to see him?

- Actually I'm afraid of him.
- Hmm.

- I feel like I don't know him anymore.
- I don't blame you for being afraid.

He was pretty pissed off
when we showed him the stun gun.

- Did he confess?
- He said you were a jealous bitch,

then he admitted to using the gun
on Jennifer and Elaine

and two women
in St Louis and Pittsburgh.

- Then he told us you killed them.
- What?

He said you were a team
and you did it together. Is that true?

- Of course not.
- He said, she said, he said.

- It's so hard to know who to believe.
- That is... until we saw this.

- Am I supposed to know what this is?
- It's a human hair comparison, Helen.

One on the left is a hair that was lifted
from your sister Angela's body.

This one on the right was pulled
out of Jennifer Gerrick's pantyhose.

And both of them belong to you.

- How can you know that?
- You don't remember?

You gave your sample
to the Dallas police.

They made a match. Doesn't matter
cos you were sisters.

It made sense that your hair
would be on her body.

Right. But on the inside of Jennifer
Gerrick's pantyhose, well,

that's a different story,
one that's really hard to explain.

You ought to consider
that this case is going to court.

We have both you and your husband
on these murders.

And we've got his prints on the stun gun
and your hair.

But see, we only need one
of you to testify.

Whoever testifies has a really good
chance at life without parole,

and whoever doesn't
is looking at death row.

It was Nick and I.

Both of us.

It started with Angela.

You killed her together?

We killed all of them together.
That was the point.

You took your time.

I tried my best, sweetheart.
She wouldn't shut up.

That was why we did it,
what excited us.

We took the women back to the house,
put them on the bed.

Nick held them down
and I'd strangle them.

The way we felt, that rush,
was thrilling.

The moment she died,
our love was perfect.

We were like one person.

Then Nick ruined everything.
He killed Elaine Beretta.

He went out, did it himself
and tried to hide it from me.

I only found out when you came waving
the receipt from Sotto Sopra.

Why'd you turn him in, Helen?

The two of you, you could have gotten
away with both murders.

He cheated on me.

He killed without me.

If he hadn't betrayed me, we could have
gone on happily ever after.

I may be a jealous bitch,

but my husband Nick
is a cheating bastard,

and there's no way I was letting him
get away with that.

Hey, waiting on a ride?

No. I'm just looking.

Everybody going into the bars.

There's a lotta ladies out tonight,
a lotta Hons.

Hey, you want to hear a joke?

Yeah, sure.

Why does a Homicide Detective
leave her job

where she's decorated up the yinyang
in her own hometown?

I give up.

To see the world.

- To see the world?
- Mm.

So you came to Baltimore.

Well, you know, I lived
in the same town my entire life.

I was tired of my whole life
being about work,

and there was nothing keeping me there,
so I picked up and moved.

- To good old Charm City.
- Right.

Charm City with no Prince Charming.

I really thought I was gonna meet
somebody here. You know?

Somebody who was gonna take me to
the nice restaurants on Charles Street.

Then I thought, if no one's gonna take
me, I'm just gonna go alone.

I started thinking how I could have
been one of those women.

- Nah, you're a cop.
- Right.

I don't want to go home right now.

And I really don't want to be anywhere
where everyone's on the make.

Well, I guess that kind of narrows things
down to right here.

Unless you want to go to Jimmy's
or somethin'.

Jimmy's?

I don't care how weird your case was,
I'm not paying Charles Street prices.

But I'll go for blue plate
down at Jimmy's.

How's that for Prince Charming?

Take me, I'm yours.

- The tip's on you, though.
- Oh, you're a real prince!

Now, hey, what's fair is fair.

- You know what? Huh?
- You forgot your wallet?

No, no, I got my wallet.
I don't know, do you eat a lot?

Yes, I eat a lot...