All language subtitles for Homicide life on the street season 1 episode 1 to 9S03E20 - The Gas Man

Boo-bah... woo!

I'll be working my way back
to you, babe

With a burning love inside

Yeah, I'm working my way
back you, babe

And the happiness that died
I let it get away...

Hey!

Six years I spent in that hole.

I walk out to see my oldest
and best friend

and what do I hear?
The wind of freedom?

No. I hear this mindless crap

and I got a migraine crawling up my skull.

But don't toss a suitcase at me!
I just had my bridgework done.

I would have expected a little
thoughtfulness and consideration.

Prison is very stressful.

- What's that?
- What's what?

That.

Is there something I don't know, Danny?
Have they cured cancer? Let's go.

Sorry I forgot about your migraines.

Well, I didn't really forget.
I just didn't see you coming.

I would have turned the music down.

I know you hate '70s pop music!

I didn't forget, Victor, I didn't forget!

I started smoking again
because of the stress.

It's stressful out here, too.

- Did you miss me?
- Miss you? Course I missed you.

So put some gas into this sack of bones
and let's have some fun.

Oh ho ho! All right! Here we come!
What do you wanna do, Victor?

Want a woman? Want to swan dive
into the swamp of love?

How about saying hello to the bottom
of a bottle of Jack Daniels?

- Go to 2013 Fountain Street.
- What the hell's on Fountain Street?

- Just drive there.
- OK, OK.

- Can I smoke?
- No.

Working my way back to you, babe
With a burning love inside...

You know someone here?
You got a little something on the side?

Yeah, that's it. Pull over.

Over there. There's a space over there.
I don't want them to see us.

- Who?
- Just park in here.

Good morning, Frank.

- Who's that?
- Detective Frank Pembleton.

Baltimore Homicide.

- Yeah?
- Yeah. And guess what?

- What?
- This is the last day of his life.

Once I had a love and it was divine

Soon found out I was losing my mind

Seemed like the real thing
but I was so blind

Mucho mistrust,
love's gone behind...

They look like a happy couple.
Mr and Mrs Frank Pembleton.

You're gonna kill this guy?

Something cold
in their relationship, though.

The quick kiss,
the snappy wave goodbye.

I think their sex life's gone south.
What do you think, Danny?

- I think I'm getting a little nervous.
- Why?

- It's like you're gonna kill this guy.
- I am.

- That's insane.
- Insane?

Well, not insane, but... crazy!

That bastard arrested me for murder.

I got put away. I lost six years of my
life. They're gone, never coming back.

And what about Amelia? What about
what happened to my damn wife?

And my kid? Junior won't speak to me.

And my father. He had to quit the Elks

just when he was elected Grand Master,
on account of his agitated condition,

brought about by my incarceration.
These are the facts.

In light of these facts, I see
nothing wrong in seeking vengeance.

- But you were guilty.
- What did you say? I was guilty?

- Did I hear you right?
- The heater you installed was screwy.

But I didn't know that. It was an accident.

You knew it might be screw.

There's a difference.
Anything might be screw.

An aeroplane might be screw. It might
fall out of the sky, crash and burn

and kill everybody on board.
They don't arrest the maintenance crew.

That thing leaked gas. The family
that lived in that house died, all of them.

That sounds like guilty to me.

Is there a law that says I had to tell them
that gas heater might be screw?

The answer is no.
There is no law that says

I had to tell them it might be screw.

So did I break the law? The answer
is no! I did not break the law!

Right.

Look, I feel bad about that family.

OK? I do. But I'm not responsible.

Frank Pembleton, that self-righteous
bastard, heard about the gas leak

and went on some frigging crusade!

He and the State Attorney chose me
as a test case!

Why did they choose me? Huh?
Is that fair? Huh?

No, Victor. Fair is not the word I'd use.

Frank...

Hey, Stan. Tim.

Guess he doesn't love you
any more.

No, he thinks I'm overly zealous.
Relentless, in fact.

Oh, Frank, relentless? Come on.

All you did was try to send his cousin
to the gas chamber.

- So, what do we do now?
- We wait.

- You got a plan?
- I'm looking for an angle.

- An angle?
- Right.

An angle on how to kill this guy?

An angle, an opening.

A chink in his armour.
A moment when he lets his guard drop.

Trust me, Danny. It's loud enough.

That's where they brought me.
When he arrested me, Frank Pembleton.

He put me in a room and tried
to sweat a confession out of me.

The Gestapo on their best day
had nothing over his tactics.

You've been through hell, Victor.
No doubt.

Damn straight.

I'm just wondering
if maybe killing this cop

is not the best way to right a wrong.

It's the only way to right a wrong.

I want him to know what it feels like
to be dead.

That's how he treated me when he put
the handcuffs on me. Like I wasn't alive.

Like I wasn't even a human being.
Just some bug he could crush.

He's probably just doing his job.
Deep down he's probably a normal Joe.

You actually think he has some feelings?

- Is that what you think?
- Yeah, that's what I think.

I bet you 100 dollars
he wouldn't recognise me.

That's because he makes
a lot of arrests.

I mean... say 50, and that's six years,
so that must be about...

- I gotta get closer.
- Where are you going?

Danny, to work an angle,
you've gotta have information.

That's what the CIA does,
gathers information.

Armed with that, the government
can work an angle and kick ass.

Like the Gulf War.

Hey, hey, hey!

What if he recognises you?

- Lost?
- Lost? No.

Er...

I was just wondering
if Frank Pembleton was around.

- Detective Pembleton?
- Yeah.

Yeah, he's over there.

And so you felt like dropping in
And just expect me to be free

Now I'm saving all my loving
for someone who's loving me

Go on now, go, walk out the door...

Go! Go!

What? Where? What?

Whoa! What have we got here?

What don't we got?
She's been decapitated.

- Where's the head?
- Rolled away! It's not here.

- We got a murder weapon?
- Not yet. We're still searching.

Have the uniforms talk to the neighbours.

Sure thing.

- What is all this babble?
- Excuse me. What's going on here?

Sister Zelda is dead. Some sonofabitch
went in there and killed her.

- I guess he didn't like his fortune, huh?
- Come on.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

- I don't like foreigners.
- They're gypsies.

- Gypsies?
- Yeah, gypsies.

- Where do they come from?
- Here.

- Baltimore?
- You're on a roll, Danny.

Since when do we have gypsies?

- Since forever.
- Forever?

Hey, are you still looking for that angle?

There's more than one way to kill a cop.

Let me ask you something.
Why not do it the easy way?

Why don't you just run him over
in front of his house?

Run him over in front of his house?

Just trying to be helpful.

An angle has beauty.
An angle makes sense.

An angle makes something special.
I want Pembleton's death to be special.

Can I be any clearer?

- Oh!
- What? What?

- Why do we have to bring it here?
- Open the refrigerator.

This is where I live.
Now it's gonna be haunted forever.

Open the refrigerator.
Don't make me say everything twice.

Get that crap out of there.

I'm not gonna be able to sleep here.
You ruined it.

A man's home is his castle.
You've kicked me out of my castle!

Get rid of the middle shelf.

If I'd known when I got up this morning
that you'd threaten to kill a cop

and have me put a head in my
refrigerator,

I would have thought twice
about picking you up. OK?

That's not going to work.

Look, I am just being honest.
I am your friend.

But this is seriously crazy!

I'm gonna smoke a cigarette. I don't care
what you think. This is my home.

Even though it's haunted,
and I'll have to find a new place to live,

and rents being what they are,
that's not an easy thing to do,

I'm gonna smoke a cigarette.

What are we gonna do with that?

That milk is gonna go bad.

Killing Pembleton is not enough.
Anybody could just kill him.

I gotta mess with his head first.
His confidence.

I wanna make him feel what I felt -
public humiliation!

- Then I'll kill him.
- That's your angle?

Ask yourself, Danny,

what would humiliate Frank Pembleton
more than anything else?

- Failure.
- Failure?

Incompetence.

Frank Pembleton is a very professional
man. That much I can tell you.

I got to figure out a way to make him
look incompetent, feel incompetent.

I gotta make him fail.

We have the knife...

Pembleton's looking for the knife.
We have the head...

Pembleton's looking for the head.

You got a camera, Danny?

This is definitely not a finesse job.
The head was hacked off.

- It must have taken 10 or 12 tries.
- A knife?

A really old, rusty, dull knife.

Frank, you and the Baltimore Sun
just got a special delivery.

According to the note which is included,

you have here the murder weapon.

"Detective Pembleton... murder weapon...

"Baltimore Sun.
Hope you have a nice day."

Why would a man cut off
someone's head

and send a photo of the weapon to me?

- You're assuming it was a man.
- I'm assuming nothing.

It's a figure of speech.
Don't be so literal minded, Tim.

This is crap. It's just some lowlife
who needs a little attention.

- What does the Sun think?
- They think it crap. They won't run it.

How long
have we known each other, Danny?

- A long time.
- How long?

I don't know.

Danny, my point is, I want to thank you.

- Thank me?
- Yeah.

I want to thank you for being my friend
and standing by me.

You're a good friend, Danny.
The best friend a guy could have.

- I'd die for you, man.
- I know. I know.

- I'd die for you.
- I know, I know.

I know, Danny. That's enough. Let go.

Hey...

That's him?

Hey! Junior!

Hey, Junior. You grew up on me.
Got an earring? You look like a pirate.

Six years is a long time.

- Hey, Danny.
- Hey, kid.

- So, I guess you got out.
- Yeah, I got out.

- Your grandmother treating you OK?
- Yeah.

- He's a good-looking kid, huh?
- Yeah, he's a good-looking kid.

How you doing, Junior? School OK?

- Got a lot of friends?
- Hey, can I have one of those for later?

Oh, yeah, sure.

What's with you? No way he smokes.

- Says who?
- Says me.

If I wanna smoke, I'll damn well smoke.

You wanna end up like him? Sucking up
all the garbage the world feeds you?

As long as I don't end up like you,
I really don't care what happens to me.

Don't you talk to me like that, Junior.

- I'm your father.
- Like hell. I ain't got a father.

Just a sonofabitch
who killed my mother.

Come back here, Junior.

Come back!
I did not kill your mother!

I did not kill your mother!

Frank Pembleton killed his mother.

It's his fault she committed suicide!
Not my fault!

Frank Pembleton's gotta die.

I'll bet the whole thing is about sex.

- Big man, you got a one-track mind.
- No. She was cheating on her husband.

No, her husband lives in New Mexico.
They're divorced.

- Gypsies get divorced?
- Everyone does. It's a national pastime.

- That's cos everyone cheats.
- Gary Cooper speaks!

- He was a notorious philanderer.
- Another male myth bites the dust.

- That's because everyone has affairs.
- I never had an affair. Margie left me.

- What time is it?
- Quarter to 1:00.

- Damn!
- I have 11 minutes to 1:00.

- I gotta get my car tuned.
- We've got a case here!

- You're the primary!
- Later!

'Mrs Zelda Peters

'was the matriarch
of Baltimore's gypsy community.

'Once one of the largest clans
in the nation, it now numbers only 150.

'She worked for nearly 20 years
as a palm reader and fortune teller... '

- You think the head's OK?
- It's fine. Just shut up and listen.

'Lieutenant Al Giardello said police had
made no arrests and had no suspects.

'He refused to confirm or deny rumours
that Mrs Peters' head is missing.'

Does a head feel something
after it's cut off?

For a few seconds before it dies?

I mean, there you are, there's your head,
there's your body.

And it's not the same any more.
Everything's different.

Here he comes.

I got a question. How do they
get the caffeine out of the coffee bean?

What?
Decaf is like unleaded fuel.

So how do they get the caffeine
out of the coffee bean?

You got the bean and the caffeine.

It's like a chemical mixed in with
the good stuff that makes coffee coffee.

So how do they get it out? Do they
stomp on the bean like grapes?

- Who cares, Danny?
- Maybe they use a needle to suck it out.

- Each and every bean?
- It's just a theory.

If they did that, a cup of coffee
would cost 150 dollars, minimum.

Don't know what I'm gonna do

I gotta get back to you

You gotta slow down, slow down
Sweet talkin' woman, slow down

You got me runnin', run run
You got me searchin'

Hold on, hold on
Sweet talkin' lover, hold on

It's so sad
if that's the way it's over...

Well, well, well.

It looks as if our friend Frank
ain't such a saint after all.

You got the camera?

He doesn't seem like the type
to be cheating on his wife.

What would you know about it?
You've never been married or engaged.

- I could have been.
- To who?

- Sally Ann Marko.
- You had a thing going with her?

- Don't call it a thing. It sounds cheap.
- Oh, excuse me.

- You got the camera or not?
- Of course I do.

It's at home. With the head.

Whoa!

He's having an affair with his own wife?

OK, bye-bye, sweetie. I'll see you.

Frank, Frank...

Oh...

Bye.

Dance!

Boogie Wonderland!

Dance!

Boogie Wonderland

Midnight creeps so slowly

Into hearts of men
who need more than they get

Daylight deals a bad hand

To a woman
who has laid too many bets...

I, um... I have the... Yes, yes.

- Do you have an appointment?
- What kind of place is this?

Doctor Roberts
is a reproductive specialist.

Oh. Like, er... a fertility doctor.

- Would you like an appointment?
- Me? Would I like an appointment?

No, I would not like an appointment.

There's absolutely nothing wrong
with me. I don't need an appointment.

Save your appointment time
for somebody who needs it.

OK, let's see what kind of sperm count
we've got here, Frank.

There's a good one.

One.

No, no, this is not a good idea.

I should have known
the bastard shoots blanks.

You're a convicted felon.
Convicted felons cannot buy guns.

I'm not gonna buy a gun. You are.

- I can't afford a gun.
- I'll pay for it.

If this lady was such
a good fortune teller,

my question is, if she was good,

how come she couldn't tell that guy
was gonna chop her head off?

Answer me that.

- Can I help you guys?
- You can't, can you?

My friend would like to purchase a gun.
One of those.

Oh, yeah, with the big, sharp shiny knife.

What will you do with a bayonet?

Storm the beaches
of the Eastern Shore?

- Target shooting with a bayonet!
- Target shoot with an assault rifle?

He's a terrible shot.
It's just evening the odds. How much?

300. And tax.

- Tax?
- Yeah, tax.

- You gotta pay taxes on a gun?
- About 15 bucks.

Let me tell you something, my friend.

Taxes are responsible for everything
that's gone wrong with this country.

From the dollar's weakness
to the decline of the middle class.

Taxes have robbed us of our belief
in an expanding future.

Taxes have killed the American Dream.

He's not paying taxes on the gun!
He's taking his stand here and now!

He's drawing his line in the sand.

That's great.

What the hell was that about?
I thought you wanted to buy a gun?

- I hate them.
- I know.

You know why I hate them?

Cos he's responsible
for putting you away.

Wrong.

I hate them because they're happy.

My sperm count was low.

That's like being told you're impotent
or not a whole man.

If the guys in the squad room found out,
I'd have to resign.

Men are proud of the stupidest things.

You're being supportive, right?

- Frank...
- I'm outta here! Goodbye!

- I locked up already.
- I'll check everything's safe.

- Then we can go to sleep. OK?
- OK.

- Victor...
- Yeah?

Are you reconsidering?

- Reconsidering?
- Yeah.

I think you're reconsidering. You may not
know it on a conscious level yet.

But I think you are.

- I'm not reconsidering.
- Then why do what you did?

Like turning on only one burner.
What is that gonna prove?

It's a warning.
It shows him how easy it would be.

Boom!

- You left the gas on!
- No, I didn't!

Wake up! Come on, come on.

Enough of the wet dreams.

Who are these people?
Where do they get their power?

They didn't print it.
They didn't believe me!

I'll send them something they'll believe!

I had a bad dream, man. Really nasty.

We were in the fall-out shelter
my dad built. Remember?

We were down there, sealed in!

But there was no nuclear war!

- Where's the camera, Danny?
- It's a warning. It's a premonition.

We gotta stop.
This whole thing's out of hand.

I'll ask you for the second time.
Where's the camera, Danny?

There's no nuclear war, Victor!

Let me put it to you another way.

If you were me,
where would you look for the camera?

Here! Did you hear me about the dream?

I don't believe in dreams.
I don't believe in signs or omens.

If that stuff was real, I'd have known
that gas heater was screw and I didn't!

- Looks like a real head to me, Frank.
- You've got a whacko.

- Is it going in the Sun?
- Yeah! Banner headlines,

"Killer sends in photo of victim's head.
Taunts police."

We're gonna look like idiots.
This guy's making fun of us.

Maybe you just weren't
relentless enough, Frank.

What the hell is that supposed to mean?

- Nothing.
- If you have something to say, say it.

I got nothing to say to you, Frank.

Is this true? The sonofabitch sent
a photo of a head to the newspaper?

I will not allow the squad room
to be the butt of sick jokes.

I will not allow us to lose our respect.
Am I making myself clear, Frank?

Yes, very.

Tragedy

When you lose control
and you got no soul, it's tragedy...

Can I ask you something?
What?

How come you don't like
'70s pop music?

That's it?

- It's stupid.
- What?

- They're stupid.
- The lyrics?

- The lyrics are stupid.
- They contain certain basic truths.

"Do a little dance, make a little love,
get down tonight."

You don't think that's stupid?

What did you do while I was away?
Did you have yourself frozen?

You haven't changed in six years.

"Do a little dance, make a little love,

"get down tonight."
Huh? Victor, huh?

Try going back to night school.

Do a little dance, get a little diploma.

Let me get that.

Wait a minute. Aren't you Frank
Pembleton's beautiful wife?

Well, I'm Frank's wife.
I don't know about beautiful.

Beautiful and modest. Let me help you.

Come on, I insist. My name's
Arnold Chalk. Detective Chalk.

- Oh.
- I'm working out of Arson.

Frank and I have worked together
in the past.

I recognised you
from the photo on his desk.

So how is Frank doing these days?
I haven't seen him in a while.

Well, I don't see him much either.
We both work hard, but he's fine.

Good, good. He's working on that
gypsy thing? The dead fortune teller?

- Yeah. Wasn't it terrible?
- Yeah, it was.

If I didn't carry a gun, I wouldn't feel
safe on these streets any more.

A bunch of creeps.

- You should be careful.
- That's what Frank says.

Frank's right, as usual.

- Have they found the head yet?
- Excuse me?

The head.
The dead fortune teller's head.

Oh, no, I don't think so.

Tell Frank he's looking
in the wrong places.

- For the head?
- Yeah. For the head.

You know where it is?

Let's just say
I have an interest in the case.

- Oh.
- Good talking to you, Mrs Pembleton.

At the risk of being bold, let me say
once again, you are beautiful.

- Frank's a lucky man.
- Thanks.

- Mrs Pembleton?
- Yes?

If you can't conceive,
you can always adopt.

I'm worried, Victor. Really worried.

I've been worried before, but now
I am really worried. Sincerely worried.

That's it. Tell him about
that spooky man you met

who knew you were trying
to have a baby.

Look at you!

Peeping through windows... I've seen
you messed up, but this is ridiculous.

The man is a cop. He was doing his job.
You got caught. End of story.

Now you reassure her, Frank.
"Don't worry, baby. Everything's cool.

"It was probably a weirdo
who made a lucky guess."

Victor, listen to me. This is your best
friend talking, a man who loves you.

You're gonna kill this guy?
I don't like what I'm seeing.

Damn! They're happy again!

We're gonna make it.
We'll have our baby.

A beautiful baby, a smart baby.

A happy baby.

- You know this?
- Hmm, I know this.

Something about this guy bothers me.

I'm gonna have Eddie Chaffee sit
outside the house in a squad car.

- OK.
- I don't like it.

So I want you to stay inside and not
go anywhere. You promise me that?

Amelia and I were never happy like that.

She was always yelling at me
to get work.

Then when I would get work,

she would yell at me
because I wasn't home enough.

She also liked garlic.
She ate it like it was candy.

She stank from it.

I remember that, but she had her
good qualities, too. She was OK.

- Like what qualities?
- I don't know.

She was funny. She made me laugh.

- She wasn't funny.
- Yes, she was.

She never made me laugh.
I never heard her crack a joke.

She never even made puns. So I don't
know what you're talking about.

- Well, she had a good body.
- Hey!

Sorry.

I never told you,
but I cheated on her once.

- You did? Nah.
- I did.

And she found out.

- When?
- Six months before I was arrested.

Yeah.

I cheated on her. But I always loved her.

You know how I know I always loved her?

Because I still miss her.

We've got a little action
going down.

- You're gonna lose him.
- I'm not.

- You're gonna lose him!
- If I get any closer, he'll see me.

I know surveillance techniques.
I was in the army.

- Slow down.
- You just told me to go faster!

- Now slow down.
- You show me no respect.

OK, go round the corner.

Just once throw me
a little compliment.

I Thank you for being my friend.
Isn't that enough?

No, it's not. You should say
things like, "Your hair looks good tonight.

"Your shoes are really sharp.

- Or, "May your dreams come true."
- You don't even have any dreams.

You're insensitive. Besides, you don't
accept responsibility for nothing.

Not for Junior, not for messing up
the gas pipe, not for Amelia.

You wanna die, Danny?

You wanna die?

You wanna die right now?
You wanna die right now?

Are you nuts? Are you crazy?
Are you trying to kill us? Double suicide?

Roll me in designer sheets
I'll never get enough

Emotions come, I don't know why

Cover up love's alibi

Call me, call me
On the line, call me call me...

Watch out.

- Back.
- Back up.

'... tried to kill himself
earlier today by jumping in front of a bus.

'Officers chased him to the second deck
of the Captain James restaurant

'where he threatened to jump off,
and police finally cornered him.

'At 8:33, Gary McLintock was arrested
for the brutal murder of Zelda Peters.

'He's now in custody. Detective Frank
Pembleton said McLintock confessed

'to the beheading,
claiming she put a hex on him.

'Apparently, McLintock was a client
of Sister Zelda.'

Frank Pembleton, Frank Pembleton.

You'd think the world would have
had enough of Frank Pembleton.

Frank, the great detective.
Frank, the loving husband.

It's enough to make me puke!

- We're out of beer and food.
- You could always eat the head.

I don't eat meat, wise guy.
It clogs the arteries.

'Earlier today,
a gruesome videotape

'was delivered anonymously
to this station.'

Looks like you got the wrong man,
Frank.

McLintock confessed. The confession
matched the crime scene.

Why does someone else
have the knife and the head?

He dropped the knife and head
in the alley.

He took the knife, he took the head
and he ran...

- Yes.
- Then he dropped it with his fingerprints.

And then he dropped the head. Why?
Cos the head became heavy?

- Frank, this makes no sense to me.
- He was nuts! He heard voices.

He believes in omens and signs.
Maybe there were two of them.

- Frank, you got a call.
- Two heads?

Homicide, Pembleton.

Hi. What?

What, just now?

Look out the window and see if Eddie
is in his squad car. OK, you stay there.

Don't go outside for any reason.
I'm coming!

- Let's go.
- No.

- Danny, don't start!
- We've been following Frank Pembleton.

And what do we see?
Frank slaving away at the office.

Frank at the morgue. Frank interviewing
the gypsy's neighbours.

Frank buying flowers for his wife.

Frank humiliating himself
so that they can have babies.

Frank Pembleton takes responsibility
for himself, for his family

Hell, he even takes responsibility
for dead people.

It's about time I started taking
responsibility for my own life.

I'm not going with you, Victor.

- Are you OK?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

I could smell the gas.
All the burners were on this time.

Sonofabitch!

There's a message
on the answer machine.

'Hi, Frank. It's me.

'I hope Mary's all right.
She doesn't smoke, does she?

'So, Frank, if you want the head
and the knife that cut it off,

'meet me tonight at 16 Brentwood Street.
10:30 sharp.

'Come alone, Frank.
I'll know if you're not alone.

'I know all about you.
And your beautiful wife.'

OK, you stay inside.
Eddie will come in and sit with you.

- No, Frank, don't go!
- No, I believe this guy.

- Call Gee or Tim or...
- No! Mary, just stay inside!

Eddie, get out of the car, man!

Hey, Frank!

Don't say a word.

Not a single word.

Drop the gun.
I said drop the gun, Frank!

Good.

Are you scared for your wife?

Good.

Did you feel humiliated
when you saw that stupid head

in the newspapers and on TV?

We're here, Frank,
because this is the house

that had the heater that leaked the gas

that killed the family
that you busted me for.

I was a plumber's apprentice,
trying to get a little work on the side,

so I lied about my credentials.

I'd never hooked up a gas heater before.

But I'm pretty good at following
instructions, so I thought,

"What the hell? You can do this."

I had ambitions, Frank. And talent.

I was going to get a licence of my own,

go into business for myself.
That was my dream.

Don't you move!

You ruined my life, Frank.

I lost my wife... my kid... my work.

I lost everything, all because of
a little bad luck, Frank!

You gotta pay for that, man.
You gotta pay.

Otherwise there's no justice in this world.
Otherwise it's all meaningless.

You can't just do something
and then pretend you didn't.

That it didn't happen.
That somehow you weren't involved.

You were! You did!

It's your fault, Frank.

Now you're gonna die for it.

You gotta die for it, Frank.
You gotta die.

I can't do it!

I can't do it!

I'm sorry...

Whoa. Let me get this straight.

The head was resting on a table
surrounded by candles?

Were there hors d'oeuvres?
What was this? A gypsy buffet?

It was just sitting there, Munch.
Not saying a word.

Can craziness be a virus? Some lunatic
sneezes and ten more people go nuts?

Are we having an epidemic?
Gesundheit.

I'll be there for you, Victor!
I swear to God. When you get out.

Get out.

Frank, we just got a call
from Fred Samuels,

thanking us for retrieving the head.

- Who's Fred Samuels?
- King of the Gypsies.

They're going to open the grave
and put the head in with the body.

May all her parts rest in peace.

I'm going to Jimmy's for something
to eat. Anyone want to come?

I'd love to, but I got to get back.

Hey, Frank, nice work.

- Hey, Gee, I'll go if you're buying.
- I'm buying.

Homicide.

You think we've been partners too long?

- I never really wanted a partner.
- Thanks!

But I've come to realise,
in the fullness of time,

that I don't mind having a partner.
Understand?

Yeah.

You know...

...you could have been killed tonight.
You're very lucky.

Luck had nothing to do with it.

God reached down and graced a fool
with wisdom.