All language subtitles for Homicide life on the street S06E20 - Secrets

- Stearns, Minnesota?
- Stearns, Minnesota.

Longest lifespan in the US. 10-12
years above the national average.

- Why?
- They're in the farm countty.

They get up at dawn,
they pick the corn, plough the fields.

- Know who has the shortest lifespan?
- I couldn't tell you.

Bennett County, South Dakota,
Washington DC and a close third,

Baltimore, Matyland.
I'm definitely moving to Minnesota.

People out there are living longer
cos they're not killing each other.

This place Stearns probably has one
homicide cop to the whole town.

Do you think
that they need another one?

I'll be a farmer. A couple acres, a pair of
overalls. I buy myself a decade at least.

Sergeant Rogers, enlighten us.

Body is inside the Mercedes.

Josephine Dalton,
46-year-old white female.

- It seems like suicide.
- I don't think she was vacuuming.

Looks like carbon monoxide. I'll have
to check her lungs to know for sure.

OK, Doc.
Nice car. She goes in style, huh?

- Was there a note?
- No.

Her two kids are inside the house.
Their names are Alex and Samantha.

- Where's Mr Dalton?
- Out of town on business.

- Children found the body?
- When they came from school.

Phew.

People in Minnesota
don't commit suicide.

You still here? I thought you'd be off
milking a cow by now.

- Your dad's in Richmond?
- I left a message.

- You're the one that found your mum?
- Well, we both did.

I saw her car in the driveway and...
I knew something was wrong.

She's never here when we get home.
She's always at work.

- Where?
- Fayette Securities.

She's vice president of investments.

Was she stressed out about anything,
was she depressed?

She was fine until...
until last night.

I heard her ctying in her room.

- Any idea why she was upset?
- No.

What about you, Samantha?

Do you know what your mum
might have been sad about?

Hey, sweetie.

I'll get a medic.

Just because Dalton owned a
Mercedes, does she have to be happy?

Something had to drive her
to kill herself,

like she found out she was terminal
or she caught her husband cheating.

- Are we sure this is a suicide?
- Lausanne is doing an autopsy now.

He's checking for carbon monoxide
in her lungs and blood.

The lab's processing prints. Someone
could've killed her and put her in the car.

Talk to the ME. If it was a homicide,
get it up on the Board.

If it's a suicide, move on.

Even if it was a suicide,
I'd want to know why.

Do yourself a favour.

It's hard understanding why people kill
each other. Why they kill themselves?

- That's not ours to answer, is it?
- Exactly.

- Lieutenant, you got a minute?
- For you, 30 seconds.

How will it go for Meldrick today,
his trial board?

- There are no guarantees.
- No guarantees?

Can't you do something?
I mean, grease it for him somehow?

Grease it?

Are you suggesting that a Departmental
trial board can be manipulated,

that there's no integrity in the process?

- Pretty much.
- I'm shocked.

I am shocked
by the vety notion of such a thing.

The case against Detective Meldrick
Lewis will be decided on its merits.

Now, there's nothing else I can do.
Understood?

- Understood.
- Good.

- So what's it say?
- "I'm sorty."

- Anything else?
- Yeah, "Love, Ken."

No broken heart,
no thwarted ambitions.

No explanation at all.

No, I guess our Ken
wasn't much of a wordsmith.

The deceased name is Kenneth Alden.
He's 54 years old.

President and CEO of this operation.

His secretaty, Vera Sloane,
is waiting out in the hallway.

- OK.
- Thanks.

- Miss Sloane, you found the body?
- I was bringing him his coffee.

- Mr Alden had family?
- A wife, Eleanor. And a son.

I haven't called them.
Please, don't make me call.

No, no, no. We'll handle it.

OK, show me the body.

Middle-aged white male, corporate,

dead from an self-inflicted
gunshot wound to the head.

- Must be contagious.
- What?

Second suicide of the day.
Ballard and Munch handled the first one.

- Can I have him?
- Yeah, he's all yours.

- Thank you.
- Let me see that note.

A violation
of Departmental rules, to wit,

use of excessive force
on the 16th Januaty,

involving Detective Meldrick Lewis,
sequence number C106,

and a citizen,
one Georgia Rae Mahoney.

- Detective Lewis?
- Sir.

I understand you have elected not to
contest the substance of the complaint.

Yes, sir.

You are waiving your right
to a trial board

and have this panel
recommend disciplinaty action?

I am.

Our recommendation is for Detective
Lewis to lose five vacation days,

receive a letter of reprimand

and counselling on community relations
and the appropriate use of force.

This hearing is concluded.

Whoa. It unfolded like you said
it was gonna do, G.

Well, my word's my bond.

How many favours
you have to call in on this one?

More than you want to know.

- Detective Lewis.
- Captain.

- You look good in uniform, Lewis.
- Why, thank you.

If it was up to me, you'd be back
in a radio car for that stunt.

Yes, sir.

Your lieutenant thinks otherwise,
but Al's problem is a lack of discipline.

If I was runnin' his shift,
I'd be offering you a transfer out.

Respectfully speaking, sir,

if you were runnin' his shift,
I'd be takin' it.

Hey, I thought you were sick.

A half-hour of Regis and Kathie Lee...
I had to get out of the house.

Did I miss anything?

Munch and I are working
a possible suicide.

- It was a suicide. That was Lausanne.
- Mmm... OK.

Now we know how she died.
We still don't know why.

- I don't care and neither should you.
- Are you always such a curmudgeon?

The ME says it's not a murder.
Gee says move on, I'm moving on.

- You missed me?
- Ballard, how'd your guy kill himself?

Er... It was a her, and it was
carbon monoxide poisoning. Why?

Really? Cos our dead guy in Gilford,
Kenneth Alden, he killed himself also.

- You see a connection?
- Not unless yours was an executive

who blew his brains out.

Josephine Dalton was 46 years old,
vice president of Fayette Securities.

She pumped exhaust
into her new Mercedes.

This isn't Wall Street. The financial
community in Baltimore isn't that big.

Maybe they knew each other,
maybe they er... did business together.

Yeah, maybe they brokered a deal,

deal goes south,
both lose big bucks, both call it a day.

Homicide, Pembleton.

You know somethin'? Coincidence
or no, two suicides in one day is plenty.

Well, they say
bad things happen in threes.

We'll be right down.

- What's up?
- That was the widow Alden.

- She wants to have a word with us.
- Oh, so much for workin' murders.

Hey, if this keeps up,
we're gonna call Homicide "Suicide".

21 years and four words
is all he has to say.

First I thought he was sorty
for shooting himself.

Then this came in the mail today.

What is it?

I know what's inside this envelope
is connected to Kenneth's death.

If I show you,
I hope that this will stay between us.

We'll tty our best.

- I take it this isn't you?
- Of course not. He was having an affair.

Yeah, which someone else got on film.
Looks like it's a telephoto lens.

Whoever took the pictures
showed them to Kenneth.

He killed himself
out of fear of exposure.

That's a little extreme, Mr Alden.
Please forgive me.

Many men are unfaithful and found out.
They don't end their lives over it.

If you consider who he was sleeping
with, suicide makes more sense.

Do you know this woman?

Her name is Jessie Metzger.
She's Kenneth's half-sister.

Incest?

They had the same mother. That makes
this kind of carnal activity taboo.

- Dalton killed himself out of guilt?
- Mmm.

He doesn't look guilt-ridden to me.

Our guess is that Alden was OK by this
as long as nobody found out.

Someone took pictures of Alden
and his half-sister,

and now they hold it over him
like a threat?

He was a successful businessman.
Maybe somebody did it for the cash.

- That's blackmail.
- Otherwise known as extortion.

Which may have led to another death.

Track down this half-sister,
Jessie Metzger.

Talk to Alden's friends,
co-workers, other relatives.

- Find out who took the photos.
- What about Dalton?

- Who's Dalton?
- Our second suicide.

Same profile.
Successful executive, mother of two.

She may have her own secrets,
her own photographs.

Talk to Dalton's husband. Find out
if he knows anything. But be discreet.

What about Dalton?
What do you think she's hiding?

Maybe she had some deep, dark secret.

Or maybe she just ran out of St John's
Wort and couldn't cope.

- Do you think it's incest like with Alden?
- I don't know. What are the odds?

Yeah, even if it was,
what would that explain?

She didn't have to commit suicide.
Nor did Kenneth Alden.

If someone found out
you were sleeping with your brother,

would you kill yourself?

- I don't even have a brother.
- Yeah, but you know what I mean.

Time passes, people forgive anything.
They go on to the next scandal.

What would it take for you to end
your own life? What could be so bad?

- A date with John Munch.
- Ready to roll, partner?

Yes. I don't know. Tough one. When
I get an answer, I'll come back to you.

Kenneth first kissed me
when I was 16.

We were together 25 years,
that's longer than his marriage.

Did you see Kenneth at all yesterday?

We usually met at lunchtime.

I went to the apartment
but he called to say he couldn't make it.

Which apartment is this?

Ken rented a place at the Ambassador.

After so many years,
we wanted a place of our own.

Did anyone else know
about your relationship,

anyone who may have wanted
to blackmail Kenneth?

Not that I know of.

What about these photos?
Who might have taken them?

I have no idea.

All right, then.
Thank you er... vety much for your help.

We are sorty about your loss.

Kenneth and I were in love.
I was never ashamed of our relationship.

Had he felt the same way,
he'd still be alive.

Hey, the football's back.

Hey! I was wonderin' where it went.

- Hey, Meldrick.
- Nice to see you mooks too.

- I can move my stuff.
- No, that's all right. I can er...

I can slide right over here by Mac.
Huh, Mac? Just er...

Meldrick, I... I... I can move my stuff.

I said this is fine.
New desk, new vibe.

I'm all about change right now.

Hey, ball up.
Come on.

Look through my wife's things?

We're interested in any recent mail.

Packages, envelopes
she received in the past few days.

Would you mind telling me why?

Josephine was unhappy. She took her
own life. What is there to investigate?

We had a second suicide today.
We want to rule out any connection.

- Kenneth Alden.
- Yes.

I heard about his suicide from Fairglen.

- What's Fairglen?
- It's our countty club.

- I saw him there last Sunday brunch.
- How well did you know him?

We'd see him at meals. Played doubles
against him in a tennis tournament.

- Did he talk business with your wife?
- Never.

We have evidence
relating to Alden's death,

so it could be more complicated
than a simple suicide.

What evidence? What does it have
to do with Josephine?

Maybe nothing, but that's why
we want to search your wife's things.

There's no need, detectives.
I won't make you waste your time.

- Excuse me?
- I know why my wife killed herself.

It had nothing to do with Kenneth Alden.

Who's the kid?

Joshua Dillinger.
He baby-sits for Samantha.

They were having an affair.
How long did you know about it?

- The pictures came in the mail today.
- But you didn't tell us?

If that was your wife, would you be
passing them around?

This is something Josephine
didn't want people to know about.

That's why she was so distraught.
I was planning on burning them and...

Trust me. Good thing you didn't.

- Hey.
- Hey, Mikey. What's up?

- I'm glad you made it back to the Unit.
- Yeah, thanks, man.

You know, if er... if you felt like it,

maybe we could work a call or two
together like the old days.

Sounds good. Maybe.

And er... thanks for that tip
on Calvin Barnes.

- Who?
- Dead dealer in the project courtyard.

Inside that envelope was
all I needed to put the case down.

- You think I had somethin' to do with it?
- I know you did.

We all know you gave us those
envelopes. Get outta here, Meldrick.

If informants gave up
that much evidentiaty detail,

do you think the City'd need
trained detectives?

Whatever. Why don't ya
grab that 25 plate for me?

- Tell me somethin'.
- What?

What did you to get
the Mahoney crew to turn on itself?

Nothin'. I was under suspension.
You forget that.

Whatever.
Well, it's gonna get a lot worse.

I took that tape I made
with the judge to the FBI.

- Yeah?
- You were right. They aren't interested

because they already got a case
up and running on Gibbons.

He's gonna give 'em Georgia Rae.

- They told you this?
- Yeah.

So whatever you were doin'
to screw up Georgia Rae,

or not doing, I think you oughta ease up.
With the Feds on her now, she's done.

I'm goin' to the Courthouse tomorrow.

Juty selection on the Mahoney civil suit.
I'll go watch Gibbons sweat.

- Wanna come?
- That sounds like a blast.

But er... I got laundty to do.

The owner of the restaurant.
One shot to the head.

The manager discovered the body.
He's sittin' over there.

- Where's the ME?
- Hey, busy day.

- Robbety?
- The register's full.

- He has his wallet and jewellety.
- Got a name?

Tonio Cornell.

Let me guess.
The Mahoney organisation.

He's worked his way up the ladder.

They say he was in line to replace
Luther if Georgia Rae hadn't stepped in.

- Another soldier down.
- More like a general.

If guys like Tonio are gettin' killed,
can't be much left of the Mahoney crew.

So, think we're gonna get a little white
envelope for Tonio here?

I figure we might as well
talk to Meldrick directly.

- What are you saying?
- I'm saying what you're thinking.

That Meldrick mailed those envelopes?
You don't know that.

What I'm gonna tell you,
you don't repeat.

All that time
that Lewis was on suspension,

I was feeding him info
on Mahoney's people.

And most of those names
landed on the Board.

What he was up to, I don't wanna know.

I figured he used what he knew
to turn Mahoney's crew on itself.

- I figure he made it happen.
- Then why'd you help him?

He's my partner.
He asked.

When you came on to Homicide, you
asked questions on Luther's shooting.

I thought you were on a mission.
I thought you were IID or somethin'.

- IID? Now, that's funny.
- Then why were you asking?

When it came up, I couldn't get any
straight answers.

I walk on to Homicide, and half my
shift is cartyin' around some big secret.

I got worried.
What did I just step into?

If I knew what the dirt was, I can decide.

Maybe I stay in the unit,
or maybe I sidestep and transfer out.

If I don't know what it is,
I can't protect myself.

- That's all it was?
- That's all it was.

I took a look, came to the conclusion
that the Mahoney shooting wasn't right,

and I figured
I wouldn't work with Kellerman.

- Are you asking me about the shooting?
- No need. I know enough.

Was Tonio Cornell one of the names
you gave to Meldrick?

Nope. This one ain't on him.

Well, then this situation
is officially out of control.

Meldrick might be good at starting a war
but he's nowhere at stoppin' one.

I'm very sorry. The Ambassador does
not give information about our residents.

- OK.
- They have the right to their privacy.

What goes on in their homes
is their business.

Did Mr Alden own his apartment?

No, I believe Mr Alden
signed a two-year lease.

- Of course, I'm not allowed to say.
- Do you recognise this woman?

Mr Alden would bring her here.

Mr Alden's relationship with Miss
Metzger is between the two of them.

Even if they met here several times
a week, which they often did,

- I wouldn't be permitted to tell you.
- We understand that, Miss Gurman.

Er... But besides Jessie Metzger,
did anyone else ever visit Mr Alden?

The Ambassador does not
give out information about our residents.

In the last few days?

All visitors are required
to sign this book, you see?

They put down their name, apartment
they visit, time they arrive and depart.

So we have a Brenner Jones
who signed in at 8:40 pm

and left at er... 8:52.

He must be the photographer
who argued with Mr Alden.

- The photographer?
- He had a fancy camera, long lenses.

After he went upstairs, some neighbours
called down. They could hear the yelling.

- What were they fighting about?
- I don't know.

Even if I did, I'd have to keep it
to myself. Our building policy says...

...The Ambassador cannot give out
information about its residents.

- Exactly.
- OK.

Well, if you ever decide to change
that policy, please give me a call.

- I didn't think you were comin' back.
- Sorty about the delay, Mr Jones.

Don't get me wrong.
I want to be a good guy.

But I got a life I gotta get back to.

We want to be clear about what we're
about to do here. It's gonna breeze by.

- Mr Jones, you're a photographer.
- Yes.

- What kind of work is it you do?
- I'm a freelancer

- so I pretty much shoot anything.
- OK. You shoot these?

- No.
- No?

Why are you smiling?

Cos when I said I'd shoot anything,
I didn't... really mean anything.

Do you know the man and the woman
in these photos here?

No.

You said you wanted to help
us out, you wanted to be a good guy.

- Yeah, I do.
- Then why are you lyin'?

- I'm not.
- Oh, you see, someone saw you

at this man's apartment around
nine o'clock the night before last.

They heard you fightin' with him, even
had your name signed to the log book.

What, you got nothin' to say about that?

Guys, you said you would be clear
on what this is about. You haven't been.

OK, so you won't say anything
about Alden.

What about er... What was that woman's
name in the Ballard and Munch case?

Mmm... Dalton.

Right. Josephine Dalton.
What about her?

Look, if I need to get a lawyer, I will.
I don't want to have to get a...

Yeah, Mr Jones.
Gettin' a lawyer might be vety wise.

Why?

Kenneth Alden
committed suicide yesterday.

I have a feeling
he didn't know about that.

I don't think he knew
Josephine Dalton killed herself, either.

When you blackmail somebody and
you get caught, you're in a bit of trouble.

But if you blackmail somebody and
they blow off the back of their head...

... and you get caught,
well, that's it. You're screwed.

All right, I took the pictures.

And occasionally I'd make deliveries.
That's all. You've gotta believe that.

- I didn't blackmail anybody.
- Who did?

Cos unless you're willing to give up
a name or somethin' we can go on,

there's no need to investigate further.
You look guilty as hell to me.

Remington Hill.

Remington Hill?

Well, well, well...
Remington Hill. Who's he?

He's just this rich guy who's er...
old money, old society.

Some old rich guy?

- So how do you know him?
- I work for the club he's a member of.

- Which countty club's this?
- Er... Fairglen.

Mmm... Kenneth Alden and Josephine
Dalton are members of that club.

That's the connection.

And this Remington Hill blackmails
two members of his own club. Is that it?

That's what you're saying?
Did he say why?

No, he just told me where I would catch
the people and what they'd be doing.

- He happened to be right both times.
- Where could we find this Mr Hill?

L- I don't know where he lives.
He always had me meet him at the club.

Detectives, I know you think I'm scum,
but you have to believe me.

- I did not want to be a part of this.
- Why'd you get involved?

I needed the money.

- Come to see the show, Detective?
- Why not?

- I'm easily entertained.
- We'll be picking a juty all afternoon.

My guess is we won't get to opening
arguments before tomorrow.

No prob. I'll stick around long enough
to give Judge Gibbons a friendly wave.

All rise.

Division 14 of the Circuit Court
for Baltimore City is now in session.

The Honourable Judge
Gerald Gibbons presiding.

Miss Weaver, Mr Robbins,

I've reviewed the pre-trial motions
in the case of the Mahoney estate

versus the City of Baltimore et al,
and I've come to the conclusion

that my initial ruling on the defendant's
motion to dismiss was incorrect.

After a more careful consideration
of the facts,

I find that the allegations of excessive
force in the death of Luther Mahoney

to be largely unsubstantiated.
Therefore, I am dismissing the suit.

All rise.

Gee whiz. Does this mean
we don't get to pick a juty?

Mr Hill? Remington Hill?

- Yes.
- Detective Frank Pembleton.

- This is Detective Bayliss.
- How you doin'?

Oh, yes. Please, have a seat.

I was told you had questions
concerning Kenneth and Josephine.

- Sir, how well did you know them?
- Well, not as well as I thought.

Their deaths have come
as quite a shock around here.

Do you know of a photographer
by the name of Brenner Jones?

- Brenner Jones?
- Are you not familiar with that name?

Mr Jones has been hired by Fairglen
at various times. Why do you ask?

He claims he's been hired by you.

- By me?
- To take pictures.

- Oh?
- Yeah, sexual pictures

of Josephine Dalton and Kenneth Alden
caught in compromising situations.

- I see.
- We interviewed him about an hour ago.

He answered everything we asked.

He's a weak man,
don't you think, Detective?

He spoke the truth, didn't he?

I hired Mr Jones
to do some research for me, yes.

Ah. Research. Well, I like that.
That's er... That's polite.

Maybe not so much polite as proper.

And that's vety important to you,
being proper?

It should be important to you, as well,
Detective.

Forget about me. But it should've been
more important to them, am I right?

Sexual relations with your own flesh
and blood? Molestation of a child?

- I should say so.
- But it wasn't. And you made them pay.

People who can't afford a scandal
but can afford a cover-up.

The best candidates for blackmail.

I'll admit I approached
Kenneth and Josephine

about the photos that Brenner Jones
took, but I never asked for money.

What was it about?

It's simple. The two of them
were behaving like animals.

They were a disgrace. It had to stop.

What right do you have to dictate
another's morality?

Kenneth carried ugliness.
Josephine was filth.

I demanded that they change.

- By threatening to expose them?
- I never threatened anyone.

There's nothing conditional
in what I've done.

I went straight to these people,
I told them they would be exposed.

You didn't even give them
a chance to keep it quiet?

When a man is stripped bare,
reduced to his basest form, shamed,

well, then and only then
is there a chance for renewal.

We have got er... more pictures here
of Dalton and Alden.

These aren't the kind of pictures
that you had taken,

but these pictures exist
because of the ones you had taken.

What was that about a new life?

I'm not responsible
for the weakness of others.

If this is all there was inside,
they're both better off.

- Are their families better off?
- How's that?

Now we have two teenagers without
a mother and a little boy with no father.

Humour me for a minute here,
Mr Hill.

Let's assume they are not better off
without parents, even flawed parents.

What then?

Then they were sacrificed
for the greater good.

The decay in this club doesn't stop
with Dalton and Alden.

- You've done this to others?
- If you listen carefully, Detectives,

a whisper at the bar
will reveal who is weak.

The punch line of a joke will tell you
who cheats, lies, steals.

For over a year now,
I've compiled information,

targeting those who needed intervention.

This week, eight other men
and women in this club,

men and women with families,
were confronted.

I'm happy to say their children
now have better lives.

Eight of the ten faced up
to their transgressions.

If two others took the coward's way out,

well, doesn't our moral balance sheet
still show a net gain?

Hey, Your Honour. How's it swingin'?

Hope to hell you never bring
a case into my court ever again.

I'm not worried about that.
Your time on the bench is winding down.

I don't deal in the same dirt as you. You
didn't have to fix Georgia Rae's suit.

- That's what you asked for.
- Only to get you on tape,

a tape that I gave to the FBI.

The Feds have got you
dead to rights.

You wanna stay out of jail,
give up Georgia Rae Mahoney.

- I'm going back.
- What?

- I'm not finished with Remington Hill.
- You gotta be finished, at least for now.

- Hill knows we got nothin' on him.
- He knows? What does he know?

Why does he get
to decide between right and wrong?

Dalton and Alden killed themselves.

- Hill didn't pull the trigger.
- He might as well have.

Remington Hill was working
towards a greater good.

He was ttying to hold people up
to a higher standard.

And who can say about these things?

I mean, if someone had taken pictures
of me and my uncle,

you know, anyone had tried to help,
I might have been better off.

I mean, I would have been better off.

You comin', Frank?

We all know that Remington Hill is guilty.
The question is of what?

If he asked for money,
then it's extortion.

Since he didn't,
we can't charge him with anything.

Alden and Dalton
killed themselves because of Hill.

- He's somehow responsible.
- All he did was say he'd tattle.

Tattling is not a crime.

Well, maybe it should be.

What about the photographer,
Brenner Jones?

- He took still pictures only, no video?
- Not that we know of.

You're not allowed to tape someone
without consent. Still photos are OK.

Depending where he took them from,
we might have breaking and entering.

Now you're talkin'.

Pembleton, Bayliss.

- Come in.
- Back to the countty club.

- Why, what's goin' on?
- Fairglen has one less member.

- Victim's a white male.
- Mmm...

Gunshot to the head.

We found a wallet
and the driver's licence says...

- Remington Hill.
- How'd you know?

- I recognised his tie.
- So who found him?

- The membership director, Jason Cahill.
- I guess guilt got to him.

What guilt? Last time we spoke to Hill,
he didn't have any.

Maybe he found some. Two suicides
on his conscience made him follow suit.

You'd think.
Except this isn't a suicide.

- It isn't?
- His trigger finger is clean.

A 44-calibre Smith rv Wesson
left an impression.

So he didn't shoot the gun.
We're lookin' at a murder.

Why is this happening?
Why is this happening?

Mr Cahill? It's OK, let him go.

That's three losses in two days.
There's gotta be some explanation.

What am I gonna tell these people?

The best thing is to not tell them
anything for now.

Mr Hill's death
may not have been self-inflicted.

Somebody killed him?

We need a list of evetyone who was
at Fairglen today. Please, step this way.

So he was murdered.

By who,
someone he was going to expose?

Eight other Fairglen Countty Club
members had received photos.

According to records, three of them
were at the club today but had alibis.

Two were playing golf. The third
was having lunch with a party of ten.

The only other guy
who was at the club

who had any connection at all with
Remington Hill was er... Brenner Jones.

- The photographer?
- He was paid by Hill. Why kill him?

Get him in the Box
and ask him yourself.

- I went to speak to Remington Hill.
- What about?

There were more people
he wanted dirt on.

- So you're back on the job, huh?
- No.

- No?
- No.

- I told him I didn't want to do that.
- Why?

I don't know. I guess I got tired
of feeling like a terrible person.

That sounds like a good enough reason.
How did Mr Hill respond?

Not too well.
He got pretty upset.

- So what did you do?
- I told him I didn't care and left.

That's it?
You haven't seen him since?

- No.
- All right.

At this point, Mr Jones,
we need to inform you

that Remington Hill was found dead
today at the Fairglen Countty Club.

- Looks like suicide.
- I guess that's some poetic justice.

You said that Mr Hill
was angty earlier, right?

- Yeah.
- Based upon what you saw,

would you have guessed
that he would kill himself?

I just wanted to get away from him.

I was fixed on how I was feeling.
I don't know.

I wouldn't be able
to say anything about that.

It's a little oddball.
Hill didn't seem the type.

It's suicide. I mean, you'll never know.
It'll always remain a mystety.

Oh, if it was a suicide, you know...
Forget about it. It's mystety theatre.

- You said it was suicide.
- No, no.

I said that we thought it looked like
a suicide, but we don't think that it was.

- No?
- No, we don't think so.

The weapon used was vety powerful.
A.44 calibre.

The trigger pull
pressure is vety high.

If someone shoots a weapon like that,
more than likely, there'll be an imprint.

- There wasn't one?
- No.

So that makes you sure
that it wasn't suicide?

No. What makes us sure
is the gunshot residue test.

- What's that?
- The test used to determine

if any powder residue from the shot
was left on Mr Hill's hand.

But there wasn't any powder,
so this guy, he shot him point-blank

and then he put the gun
in Hill's hand, staged the suicide.

So maybe it was murder,
but even if you know how it was done,

- you'll never know who.
- No, how leads to who.

This fellow that we're after tried hard,
but he wasn't vety good.

Undoubtedly, he'll have left behind
some hair, fibre, fingerprints.

Might take a couple of weeks,
but we're gonna catch up to him.

I shot him.

And you put the gun in his hand.

Why?

You two didn't do anything to stop Hill
after bringing me in here.

Someone had to do something.

You didn't have to kill him.
You could have just walked away.

He wouldn't let me do that.

Why wouldn't he?

I was like evetybody else at that club.
I had a secret.

And Hill told me that he was gonna
expose that to my family

unless I did everything
that he asked me to do.

I know when it comes to something
like that, he is a man of his word.

We all have secrets. Why was yours
so bad that you felt that you had to kill?

I'll never tell you. I'll never tell you.
I'll never tell you.

Nathan Bihari.
Passport says DOB is 8/10/63.

AKA Nathan the Nigerian.
Mmm, how the mighty have fallen!

- This guy's big-time?
- He's the importer for Luther Mahoney

and five or six other
East Coast organizations.

So another one of Mahoney's crew
rolls a seven, huh?

Yeah, but this one here, Munchkin,
this one here I don't get at all.

- And why is that?
- This guy's a supplier.

He's not on the inside, not involved.

He's neutral,
like Switzerland or some place.

Hey, don't trust the Swiss.

They spent World War II skimming
money from my dead relatives.

- What?
- I don't like their chocolate,

their cheese,
or that knife that folds out into cutlety.

Don't go talkin' up the Swiss to me.

Whatever. Why would they whack a guy
who ain't playin' for either team?

- They'll need him after this war is over.
- Murder for murder's sake.

This one here
is way beyond makin' sense.

You want sense?
Violence sets in and feeds on itself.

Ttying to make sense of this war
is like ttying to make sense of cancer.

- Here you go.
- Hey.

So Brenner Jones
confessed to killing Remington Hill?

- Yeah.
- Hill got what was coming to him.

What's that,
some kind of strange justice, huh?

- Vety strange.
- Well, I'll drink to that.

Can I get you something to eat?
We got vety nice specials this evening.

We have a pasta, and it's got chicken,
sun dried tomatoes and pesto.

No. I hate to eat alone, so...

- Well, how about if join you?
- Yeah?

Yeah, it's not vety busy here tonight.
I mean, if it's all right with you.

- Yes, that would be vety nice.
- OK, I'll order us the food.

John, let me get
two of the pasta specials.

- Cheers again.
- Cheers.

So we haven't had dinner together
since er...

Since our disaster of a date?

- Yeah.
- We never really talked about that.

- No, we didn't.
- Is there anything to talk about?

Er... You know, it wasn't you, it was me.

- How many times have I heard that?
- Really.

Mm-hm...

I never really talk to a lot of people
about my personal life.

- You talk to Pembleton.
- Not about everything.

You ever thought about er... having
a relationship with another woman?

Am I gonna have to kick you
upside your head?

- I didn't mean it like that.
- You did!

- I didn't.
- Come on.

You and evety other man on the planet
means it just like that.

It's the ultimate sexual thrill
to see two women in bed together.

I'll tell you somethin'. Not many women
imagine two men in bed together.

So that disturbs you?

No, it doesn't disturb me at all,
but it doesn't excite me.

- I didn't mean it like that, either.
- Are you saying...

- I'm not gay.
- What are you saying?

I'm not um... strictly heterosexual,
either, it seems.

What does that mean, strictly?

Well, you see, I've had
a lot of relationships with women,

and when er... they fell apart,
I always blamed the women.

All the time. Never me. And then
I met this man and I thought that...

- Are you involved with a man?
- Well, I'm not in love with the guy.

But I don't know. I guess the thing is
that I'm never satisfied, see?

When I've been with women,
I've thought about men.

When I've been involved with men,
I've thought about women.

You know, you really didn't
have to tell me all this.

I did have to tell you this.

Keeping things secret is no good.
Doesn't help anybody, really.

The problem is... I always thought
that if I told anybody who I really was...

...they'd run away.

Well, I'm not running.

- You're not?
- No.

Good.