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[Giardello] One of life's
small gratifications.

What's that, Chief?

Watching the numerals
light up one after another.

Ground, two, three.

A man watches
the numerals light up

and he knows he's progressing.

You're not really talking
about elevators, are you?

It's been two full days
since Malia Brierre's dead body

was found in a hotel men's room

and we're not
in a different place.

We're not in the right place.

Well, we're still looking,
uh, at this Kaja,

an obsessive ex-boyfriend
with a violent past.

- I like him.
- [elevator dings]

Then bring me Kaja.

Yeah, if we get
a last name on this man,

we'll be able to start working
with the Haitian authorities.

What does Customs say?

They checked on visas from Haiti
using the surname Kaja,

but without more information,
they really can't do
anything for us.

We need that last name.

[Bayliss] Which brings us
back to the Wilsons.

Malia might have said something
to them about Kaja.

Fine. Talk to them about Kaja.

But do me a favor and don't make
yourself a nuisance, all right?

For all we know, this Kaja
never left the Caribbean, okay?

We have two suspects
right here in Baltimore.

- Who?
- Felix and Hal Wilson.

Suspects? Quite a leap.

"Look to the nearest
and dearest,"

isn't that, uh,
one of our rules?

The victim lived
in their house, okay,

and she was sexually active
and they were the only two men

that she knew at the hotel.

That's not evidence.
It's circumstance.

I have no reason
to regard any member

of the Wilson family
as a criminal suspect.

- But--
- Am I being heard?

Well, let's just get on with it.

[theme song playing]

[music fades]

[radio host] Let's start
the pre-game show

with a voice to soothe the soul
of any Orioles fan.

[announcer]
Ladies and gentlemen,

please do not interfere
with balls in play.

Fans who violate this rule
will be ejected...

Who's on the hill today?

Jimmy Key.

It's in the bag, gentlemen.

Jimmy Key knows we like to win.
He'll do it for us.

What is the deal with
this morning's newspaper?

How does the press
get wind of the fact

that we have a possible suspect?

- Somebody leaked.
- Yeah, all over us.

You know, it's, uh-- it's much
harder hunting a guy

who knows he's being hunted.

This leak to the press on Kaja,
was that really necessary?

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

You're trying to distance
the Wilsons from this murder.

I understand your feelings.

I also don't believe that
they had anything to do with it,

but finding Kaja,
that's the first priority.

Wherever this Kaja is,

my guess is he is not reading
the Baltimore Sun.

So-- so fine, the media has
some other suspect to chew on,

they will leave
the Wilsons alone,
I understand that.

But what's wrong with
Hal and Felix Wilson

submitting blood
and hair samples?

If only to eliminate them.

This also gets Ballard
and Gharty off my back.

Frank, I want you to take a ride
this morning.

Patterson Park,
the rec center there.

- Why?
- Patterson Park. Go, Frank.

- See, I'm working a case here--
- Frank, do me this favor.

Take the ride.

Uh-huh. Don't panic.

South side of the service area.
Got it.

A red ball with seams.

- A Spalding, in fact.
- What now?

Huh, one down on the ground,
dead at the scene.

Camden and Eutaw.

- Ballpark.
- [Munch] Mm-hmm.

- Take Kellerman.
- Hey, Munch.

See if you can scoop up
one of the Oakland players
for questioning.

You know, one of the starters.
Canseco, maybe Giambi.

Keep 'em in The Box until
about the eighth inning, right?

[chuckles] Right. Why not, man?

It's a pennant race.
We need to win.

Hey, Gee, what do you say?
Take one for the team?

- Hey, Terri.
- Hey, you're shaved, huh?

Yeah, I was looking
a little too much like Lewis,

gave me the creeps. [chuckling]

Hey, you know,
I got Georgia Rae Mahoney's

bail review hearing today.

What a piece of work she is.

She's definitely
got some Luther in her.

[Falsone]
You know, about the shooting,
I talked to Kellerman,

I talked to Lewis,
and I looked through the file
like you told me.

Yeah?

Well, you know,
I got some spaces in my head

that the file doesn't cover.

I figured, you know,
I'm partnering with Lewis now,

I just wanna know for
my own sake what's out there.

- You're partnering with Lewis?
- Yeah, just started, two days.

So, you sleep together
a few times,

and as soon
as he goes to the john

and leaves his pants behind,
you're in his wallet,

checking the receipts,
seeing where he's been
and what he's done?

Either you trust a man
or you don't.

- All right if I drive?
- Yeah.

- I'll bring it around.
- Okay.

- Okay.
- Mm.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Where are you headed?

Me, I'm just a tag along
on this job.

Oh, that's funny, I thought
you had ideas of your own.

Well, I think
it's always refreshing

to meet a man
with no opinions, and I'm him.

I gotta say,
I think that we're narrowing
the field too quickly.

Look... [sighs]

...if we can confirm
that the ex-boyfriend

is no longer in Haiti

and that he's reached Baltimore,
then fine.

I call that motive
and opportunity.

Well, this is the direction
that Frank is going.

Okay, but there's still
work to be done in Baltimore.

There's other ground to cover.

Yeah, well, what do you suggest?

Well, you and Pembleton are
gonna go talk to Regina, right?

So, maybe Stu and I should
have a quiet talk with the son.

- A quiet talk?
- Yeah.

Okay.

Well, you go have
your talk with Al.

All right.

And then maybe
we'll go to the morgue as well

and see if the coroner
has something new to talk about.

- What's going on?
- Nothing. Here you go.

Where are we headed?

Rec center, Patterson Park.

- Rec center?
- Yeah.

Don't even ask.

[Gharty]
Where are you going, fellas?

- We're going to the ball game.
- [Gharty] What?

Camden Yards.
There's a bounty at the stadium.

This is a day game.
Hey, Munch, do me a favor.

- [Munch] If I can.
- If you see anyone from the O's,

ask them about Armando Benitez,

whether he's gonna get
any more save opportunities.

Gharty, you are
a real wrong individual.

[Gharty] You know, I'm part
of this Rotisserie league.

[Ballard]
What's a Rotisserie league?

[Gharty] You don't know
about Rotisserie baseball?

[Ballard] No.

[cheering]

- [Kellerman] What's up?
- Hey.

[Kellerman] Hello.

Ah, the national pastime.

[Salerno]
The victim's one Tony Elfante,

300 block of Westwood Road
in Woodmere,

Long Island, New York.

Wallet and valuables,
all intact.

Head trauma, no blood.
Who found the body?

The vendor
discovered him at 1:50.

That would have been
the bottom of the first inning.

Alas, a poor Yankee fan.

We should check
the Maryland annotated code.

I'm not sure
this is a crime in Baltimore.

Uh, section 381, row HH, seat 2.

- Cheap seats.
- Oh, God.

And you are?

Bob Jesburger,
Orioles security chief.

Let me guess,
you're here to overemphasize
how important it is

that we investigate
and solve this crime.

You got 48,000 people
coming every game

- and so forth and so on.
- Pretty much.

- You need any help?
- We'll let you know.

I think we've got
everything under control.

- So an arrest is imminent?
- No.

- [Bob] You've identified
a suspect?
- No.

Are there
any other detectives here?

No. [sighs]

You got the governor?

Diane,
get the governor on the line.

[suspenseful music playing]

[boy 1] Come on, get him.

[boy 2] Here!

[boy 1] Right here, right here!

Well, that's a fool's errand.

Detectives?

[Pembleton] Putting up rope nets
on an inner city ball court.

They'll be torn down
in a day or two.

That's right.
A chain net would last longer.

True, true, but there's nothing

like the sound of a ball
going through hemp, am I right?

[Pembleton] Oh, swish.

A full net.

The sound of a 20-foot
jump shot snapping the ropes

is one
of the great joys of childhood.

[whistles] Ball up, son!

Check it out, yo.

Mr. Felix thinks he got a game.

- Stick to them cupcakes, homes.
- [Felix laughs]

So we got new nets,
new rims, new paint,

new asphalt,
whole new ball court,
you did all this?

Yeah, well, back in the day,
if you were Black,

you couldn't play
full court down here.

I like the idea
that the kids are still at it.

- Game goes on.
- [Pembleton] Hmm.

What can I do for you?

My lieutenant, uh,
ordered me to come down here.

[Felix chuckling]

I'd say--
If I were a thinking man,

I'd say that
your lieutenant wanted you

to catch old
Felix Wilson doing good works.

Spending Snack Cake dollars
on neighborhood improvements.

I'd say he wanted to remind you
of who I am and what I do.

Felix the Good.

Well, gentlemen,
are you sufficiently co-opted?

Have you decided
to keep my family

from whatever unpleasantness

that comes
with a murder investigation,

or are you gonna
simply do your job?

The two might be
mutually exclusive.

Well, we're not interested
in bothering you

or your family about this,
Mr. Wilson.

Uh, we're actually looking at

Malia's ex-boyfriend
as a suspect.

Yeah, I read the papers.

Did Malia happen to mention
what Kaja's last name was?

Not to me.
You might ask my wife.
She might know.

Okay, that's exactly
what we figured.

- Okay, thank you, sir.
- Is that all?

One simple question?

I thought
when you walked up here,

- you were bringing
your best game with you.
- Excuse me?

Half-court, 15 points,
no blood in the foul?

- Gotta go.
- Come on, come on.

Hold this.
Ball in, son, ball in.

Oh, no, it's the old school.

- Weapon.
- [Felix chuckling]

- Where you from?
- New York.

Uh-oh! We got a ringer here!

[Pembleton]
No, sir, you're the man.

On this court,
you are definitely the man.

[kids cheering]

Toxicology on Malia Brierre
came back clean, huh?

Yep, no coke,
no dope, and no alcohol.

Okay,
what about stomach contents?

We found
a partially digested meal

of what appeared to be
red beans and brown rice

with a few chunks of what
looked to be andouille sausage.

All right, well, that confirms

that she didn't eat
at the charity dinner

because their menu was salmon.

Anything else?

- Anything else like what?
- I don't know.

Something that might actually
help us solve this damn murder.

Yeah, I know
what you mean, Detective.

Unfortunately, I can't really
manufacture forensic evidence.

Yeah, I know.
Maybe there's something more.

Maybe there's something
you missed.

I'm sorry,
something I might have missed?

Not missed.

Well, obviously, you want me
to go through this again,

so I will.

Uh, Malia Brierre
was attacked by someone

who attempted to strangle her.

They then finished the job
by battering her head

with or into a blunt object.

Now, my examination
revealed bruising

about the neck and on both arms.

There was one torn fingernail,
but there were
no residual tissue

or defense wounds
to be found on either hand.

We also found semen from a type
A secretor on the vaginal swabs.

Now, if you'd like to go
and do your job

and find a suspect,

why don't you bring in
the blood sample,

and I'll try and give you
your case, okay?

Okay. Thanks.

Yeah.

Well we got a Yankee fan
killed by, um,

- a serious blow
to the head, right?
- Mm-hmm.

He wasn't robbed.
Nobody witnessed it.

They haven't recovered
a weapon, right?

Do you really think that idiot's
gonna get the government?

A murder at the Yards
during a late-season game

with the playoffs
just around the corner?

You're talking millions
of tourist dollars
in ticket revenue.

He can get the governor
wrap himself in tinfoil

- and do the Macarena
at second base.
- Great.

Right now, the governor's
screaming at the mayor,

who's berating the Commissioner,

who's abusing Barnfather,
who's torturing Gaffney,

who's kicking it
all over Gee's shoes.

If we don't put this case down
by the seventh inning
to stretch,

you're back in Auto squad,

and I'm walking
a Curtis Bay footpost.

[cheering]

There's only about 48,000 people
here with a possible motive.

[cheering continues]

[Pembleton]
What do you mean lucky?

[Bayliss]
Well, where do you get off

making ten shots
in a row at the end?

You witnessed it. I got a game.

Yeah, yeah right.

Are you gonna interview
Mrs. Wilson?

[Pembleton]
Yeah, you talk to the daughter.

[Bayliss] Ten shots in a row.

[Pembleton]
Without breaking a sweat.

What do you know about Kaja?

Not much.

Thank you.

Thea told us how he treated her.

Horrible stories.

Did Malia ever talk about him?

[Regina] I asked her once.

She said he was evil.

She ever mention a last name?

[Regina] Oh, I'm sorry.

Malia hardly ever spoke
about the past,

and I-- I didn't push it.

Are you sure?
She wasn't seeing anyone?

She didn't even go on dates.

If she had a boyfriend,
we would have known.

Thea, according to the medical
examiner's autopsy report,

Malia had sex
before she was murdered.

[Ballard] So... [clears throat]
...what's it like

having Felix Wilson as a father?

Like it says
on every box of Snack Cakes,

he's Fabulous Felix.

He's fun and fresh,
and full of good taste.

[all chuckling]

Yeah, it's all
the Snack Cakes you can eat.

Nice, secure job.

Personal trainers,
private chefs, Haitian maids.

Uh, Malia wasn't a maid.
She was a domestic.

There's a difference?

You and Malia were the same age?

Actually, no. She was 21.
I'll be 28 next month.

- And you were close?
- We hung out.

What does that mean?

Um, we sat around, talked.

Taught her to play chess.

Chess? That's it?

We weren't sleeping together,
if that's what you're asking.

Are you sure she wasn't raped?

There's no indication of that.

It's been confirmed
that Malia Brierre

had sex before she was murdered.

- She did?
- [Ballard] Mm-hmm.

Any idea
who it might have been with?

No.

It just occurred to me,
you should go and see Samuel.

- Samuel?
- Samuel Bissainthe.

He's another refugee
Malia knew from back home.

We gave him a job at the plant.

Did they see
a lot of each other?

Malia had Sundays off.

Sometimes she would go
and see him.

Were they involved?

[chuckles] I wouldn't think so,
Samuel's in his 60s,

but he might be able
to help you with Kaja.

At the benefit,
did you drink anything?

Any alcohol?

Uh, two-- two vodka tonics.

- [Gharty] Did you
go to the bathroom?
- A bit of champagne.

- Sorry?
- Uh, we're talking
about a three-hour party.

You must have made at least
one trip to the men's room.

Yeah.

Do you remember what time
you went to the men's room?

What time? No.

You didn't see Malia?

The bathroom was empty.

Did you see her
on your way there?

No.

What about on the way back?

And anywhere? In the hotel?

No, I-- I didn't see her.

[cheering]

[Kellerman]
So, did you see the guy sitting
right here in front of you?

The guy with the Yankees cap on.

Yeah, he was murdered.
You remember him?
Yeah, what about him?

Was he talking to anybody?
Did he argue with anyone?

Well, for about half
an inning there,
he couldn't keep his mouth shut.

- You know, he talked trash.
- [Kellerman]
Like what was he saying?

Oh, how the Orioles
were a choked team,

how Davey Johnson couldn't
even manage a popsicle stand.

You know, then he said
something about Ripken.

- What'd he call Rip again?
- The Iron Mitt.

He said Rip played third base
like he had a steel glove.

I wanted to kill the guy.
Can we talk later?

The O's got a man on second
and one out here.

Yeah, we got
a tight game in the fifth.

You wanna take
your problems elsewhere, please?

[man 1]
Who'd they got warming up there?

[man 2] Uh, Matthews and Orosco.

They ought to give Key
one more inning.

- [Kellerman] The guy's dead.
- Jimmy Key?

No, the New York fan.
He was murdered.

No kidding. Hey, check it out.

Davey's gonna
pinch hit Reboulet.

[cheering]

Hey, Stu, next time,
go for the jugular, okay?

Don't hold back.

What, I was out
of line back there?

Hey, I questioned him
like I would anybody else.

Yeah, but he's not anybody else.

Right.

He's Hal Wilson.

Fabulous Felix's heir apparent.
[chuckles]

You know, when I told people
from back home

where I was headed,
everyone said the same thing.

They all went, "Ooh, Baltimore.

Tough town.
Baltimore's hardcore.

It's the big time."

But I knew what they meant.

Which is what?

Baltimore is Black. You know?

But I thought, "Okay, sure,
the cities will be different."

You know,
but whether it's Puget Sound

or Chesapeake Bay,
my job isn't gonna change.

I still work cases
and close cases.

Welcome to the big time.

If I was heading this case,

I would turn
the car around right now.

We'd go back there,
we'd get hair and blood samples

from the father and the son,

and we would know within hours

whether or not
they were involved.

But it's not up to you.

And the way Pembleton sees it,

any move against Wilson
or his family makes us racist.

I don't need that.

Even if Pembleton
wasn't the primary...

say-- say you caught the case.

Do you think you could work
this murder the way you wanted?

Not a chance in hell.

Giardello would still be
in our faces,

still maneuvering to protect
Wilson and his family.

All-- all I'm saying is,

you and I,
we're just working the case.

Just taking in the facts,
trying to identify suspects,

uh, through simple common sense.

Giardello and Pembleton,
they are covering Wilson's ass

because Wilson's ass
is the same color as theirs.

- Okay, hold up a second--
- No, it is what it is.

I'm not saying that
Giardello's a bad lieutenant.

I'm not--
I'm not saying that I think

that Pembleton is a lousy cop.

But the racial stuff
on this case

is right there on the table.

Nobody's talking about it...

but it's there.

So you see my point then?

- Uh, yeah, sure.
- You see it?

- I do, I do.
- What's my point?

Um, I don't know, Frank.

Okay, I'm not saying
that she's racist.

Gharty, who knows?

But I got nothing
against Ballard.

Yeah, she's just,
uh, aggressive.

Aggressive, right. Aggressive.

I've never leaned on race
to explain away anything.

- I don't work like that.
- Definitely not.

Since my first day on patrol,
I-- I've worked this job

as hard as it can be worked.

I ask no quarter,
I give no quarter.

- [doorbell rings]
- When people think
of Frank Pembleton,

they don't think
in terms of Black or white.

On the street, in The Box,
on the witness stand,

I come to people
as a cop, a detective.

And you're a hell
of a detective, Frank.

So you-- you hear what
I'm saying about the Wilsons?

You hear what I'm saying?

This is not
about them being Black.

You'll have to wear these
on the factory floor.

State law.

[Pembleton]
You and I have spent our careers

policing in
a majority Black town,

so every day,
we're out in the ghetto,

um, sorting out,
um, bar cuttings,

drug shootings,
blah, blah, blah,
but out in Woodlawn,

there's a whole
Black community playing--
playing by the rules.

Or past them, in Randallstown,

there's quite a few Black people
with some real money.

So, you and I,
when we come across a family

like the Wilsons,
we know the difference.

You-- We can see them
for who they are.

How long have you worked here?

Eight months now.

I got the position when Malia
came to work at Mr. Wilson's.

Mr. Wilson is a very great man.

Yes, he is.
And how long
have you known Malia?

[Samuel]
Uh, since the day she was born.

- Her father, Leon, and I...
- [Pembleton] Mm-hmm.

...were soldiers together.

Fighting Papa Doc.

Um, Leon Brierre
has passed away, right?

Everyone in the family
is deceased.

Mother, father, brother.

Malia had no one until
Mr. Wilson brought her here.

- Mr. Wilson is a very great man.
- [Pembleton] That he is.

Did you happen to know
Malia's boyfriend, Kaja?

[Samuel laughs mockingly]

He is not a great man.

Would you be able
to tell us Kaja's last name?

Lizaire.

His family lived near to mine.

Can you tell us, uh,
where we might find him?

The town is Jacmel.

The street, Rue d'Orleans.

Mr. Bissainthe,
we've been told that, um,

Malia sometimes
would visit you on her days off.

Two, three times each month.

You and Malia never...

You have a bad mind, Detective.

She was the daughter
of my comrade.

Samuel Bissainthe
may not be a great man,

but he is good.

Look at the stems
on that tomato, huh?

Mm, mm, mm.

Oh, bless you.

I--

Thanks a lot for letting me look
at your magazine there, Mac.

I appreciate it,
but, you know, quite frankly,

I'm not really comfortable
with that sort of thing.

You know,
objectifying women and all.

Right.

Quite frankly,
I prefer to curl up

with a good issue of
New Yorker magazine, you know.

Stimulate the intellect.

You and The New Yorker,
right, yeah.

I like the cartoons.

I tracked you down because
I wanted to give you a heads up.

Your new partner, Falsone,

he's going around asking
a lot of questions

about the Mahoney shooting.

- Questions?
- He's checking paperwork
and he's sweating details.

Damn.

I thought me and him
were square.

I'd say his interest
is more than just casual.

What do you know about him?

Falsone?

I don't know. He came from Auto.

You told me

if we carry Kellerman on this,
we would come through.

You said, "Write it up clean

- and this thing
will take care of itself."
- And it will.

Then why is there some cop
I barely know

all over my ass
asking questions?

What the hell
you want me to do about it?

Dummy him up, Meldrick.

- He's your partner.
- No, look, look.

We need to be cool
about this, okay?

Because if we react,

he's gonna know
there's something there.

- He knows now.
- No, he don't know squat.

Look, Meldrick,
if this thing blows up on us,

it's not gonna be just Mikey.

It'll be you and me with him.

I hear you.

[tense music playing]

[Terri sighs]

Enjoy.

Hey, this ain't even mine,
you know?

And even if it was,

I only bought it
for the interview

with, uh, Garth Brooks.

My career
is flashing before my eyes

and you're watching a ballgame.

What do you want?

No one seems to know our guy

or give a crap that he's dead.

I don't wanna go back
to the squad room

with an open murder
at Oriole Park.

I don't wanna face Gee
with that kind of news.

Hey, where you going
with that beer?

- What beer?
- We're cops.

- You got something with a photo?
- Yeah.

So you're gonna jack me up,
right? I can take a charge.

- I can jail.
- Hey, chill out, tough guy.

- It's a Yankee fan
that we're interested in.
- [boy] A Yankee fan?

Yeah, a loudmouth guy who was
sitting down there in that row.
He left during the first inning.

- He was drunk
and he was wearing a Yankee hat?
- [Munch] Yeah.

Well, if I had
a gun and a badge,

I'd talk to
the guy he left with.

You saw who he left with?

Yeah, he's still here.

Can you point him out?

That's him. Hey, Bronx-breath!
Show me that big apple.

[crowd cheering]

- Hey, big guy.
- What's up, boys?

- Hey, pal. Where you from?
- Baltimore.

- Oh, yeah?
- Abso-freaking-lutely.

I love Baltimore.
Eat crabs, go Orioles.

That's not how we say it.

It's "Bawlmer," hon.
We lose the T.

Oh, yeah? We'll lose this, pal.

Were you sitting
with a Mr. Elefante
earlier in the game?

I don't know any Elefante.

You know, you guys are
messing with my good mood here.

Where do you live in Baltimore?

Jones Street.

[Munch]
There is no Jones Street.

- Smith Street?
- Yeah, strike three.

- Come on.
- Ow!

[crowd cheering]

Kaja Lizaire. Oui.

What, you couldn't find
anybody in the department

who could parlez-vous?

No, Russert's
over the water again.

She's using the language
for her own behalf.

Apart from her, you know,
the pickings are pretty slim.

- [Pembleton] Who is this?
- This is Madame Bouchard.

She was my junior
high school French teacher.

We used to call her Rusty
because she dyed her hair red.

- Hell on wheels.
- [Bouchard] Au revoir.

[groans]

This Kaja Lizaire
you are looking for,

he has been in jail in
Port-au-Prince for four months.

- Four months?
- [Bouchard] Mais oui.

You sure? You sure it's the
same Kaja Lizaire? Kaja Lizaire?

They're sending
his paperwork and photograph

to the US consulate
this afternoon

so you can confirm
the information.

Okay, well, listen, thank you
very much for coming on down.

You know, it sure
is good to see you again.

If you had practiced
just five or ten minutes a day,

you might have retained
some of what you were taught.

[chuckles] Yes, ma'am.

I mean, oui, madame.

Oui. Thank you.

- A bientôt.
- Okay.

- Boy, she still
makes me real nervous.
- This may not even be our man.

I mean,
it's so screwed up down there,
they could have had a wrong guy.

Or Samuel could have gave us
the wrong name, you know.

Yeah, maybe. But maybe not.

[bar music playing]

[sighs]

- Hey, what's the specials today?
- [bartender] It's on the board.

[Cox] Hey, Falsone.

Hey, what are you up to?

Just a little late lunch.
You like crabs?

Only if I'm carrying
the ointment with me.

[laughs]
I got a million of them.

Yeah, well, there's
a half-eaten crab cake here
going to waste if you want it.

Hey, give me a straight shot
of bourbon, neat.

So, what's wrong with it?

What do you mean
what's wrong with it?

- There's nothing wrong with it.
- There's no ketchup.

- Ketchup?
- Yeah.

It was invented
to kill anything bad in food.

An Italian thing.

Something to do with
the vinegar in the ketchup.

[chuckles]
Fussy little guy, aren't you?

Well, it's got me this far.

Hey, let me run a tab, huh?

You worked
the Mahoney shooting, right?

Autopsy?

Yeah, what about it?

I'll tell you,

I can't get straight
with that case.

Why not?

The story's lumpy.

I mean, Mahoney,
he was all beat to hell.

Lewis and Kellerman
can't look me in the eye.

I don't know.

You're pretty quick.
You want another one?

- Yeah, let me get you one.
- No, no, I got it. I got it.

Can you get him
another of whatever he's having?

- You sure? I can get it.
- No, no, I got it.

All right,
I'll get you next time.

Okay.

You know,
I don't feel right about it.

- Let me get it.
- I said--

Ah, no, no, no, no.

You do this all the time,
don't you?

What?

If you ever found that wallet
and opened it up,

I bet a moth would fly out.

[chuckles]

Welcome home.

You two hear about Kaja?

He's a non-starter.

We were in the admin office

when the facts came in
from Port-au-Prince.

"Kaja Lizaire.

In state custody
since early July."

I was playing a long shot.

- Hey, Kaja looked
pretty good to me, too.
- [Pembleton] Hmm.

We should start looking
for a suspect closer to home.

The ME says that
Malia Brierre's tox screen
came in clean as a whistle.

And her stomach contents don't
jive with the charity dinner.

So she wasn't party
to the party.

Well, who asked you
to go down to the morgue?

You two just took it
upon yourselves?

- Listen, Frank--
- [Giardello] What's the joke?

Someone here decided
it's time to call Peter Hermann.

[Gharty] The guy from The Sun?

The cop shop reporter
called me about five minutes ago

to confirm a report
that we've cleared Kaja
as a viable suspect.

There are a couple
of TV satellite trucks

sitting on the front lawn
of the Wilsons' home.

You couldn't give
some room to some people

who had nothing,
nothing to do with the murder?

Gee, this didn't
come down from us.

I find out who
leaked this to the press,

I'm gonna jackpot
his ass out of this unit.

- What?
- What?

That look you're giving me.
You're saying I'm the leak?

- Why would you wanna think that?
- He's out of line.

You two been pushing a jump
on the Wilsons since day one.

And you're ready
to grab your damn swimsuit

and a couple of beach towels
and hop to Haiti.

No hard questions for some
rich swanks, right, Pembleton?

Hey, Gharty,
whose house are you in?

Frank here has cleared
more cases than the two of you
will in a lifetime.

This is his house? I'm a guest?

The Wilsons have done nothing
but good for this city.

But then again, why should
that matter to you two?

They're Black, they're rich,
so all bets are off.

Anyone else would be
in The Box, sweating.

So what's your evidence, huh?
You have none.

That Malia Brierre
was a beautiful woman,

that she worked for the Wilsons,

that she had sex
on the night she was murdered,

that connects
all the dots for you?

That much is enough
to put them in the middle

until we can eliminate them
as suspects.

Because we all know that Black
men can't control themselves

when it comes to loose shoes
and tight pants?

Hey, Frank, Frank,
no one is saying that.

What I'm saying
is that these people--

-"These people"?
- Black, white,
or blue, Pembleton.

So you can prove once again
that you can take
the nigga out of the ghetto,

but not the ghetto
out of the nigga, is that it?

Are you joking?

All I want is
some straight answers.

Well, you're the one
who called the reporter, right?

You know what, why don't you
stick it, Pembleton, okay?

- Because I don't know
who leaked it.
- And I don't care.

Whoever did was
on the right track.

Why can't we see if this makes
Mr. Crumbcake sweat a little?

Oh, a public inquisition of
the Wilsons. You'd love that.

What,
the Wilsons are gonna suffer?

They got half the city hall
and you and Giardello
in their pocket.

Excuse me,
I'm in someone's pocket?

Yeah. This is Baltimore.

They're Black, successful.
That's the deal, end of story.

This is your city, Pembleton.

Your house,
your department, your rules.

Oh, so it wasn't that way
when the Italians ran it,

or when the Irish owned it.

How many favors
have been called in

in the name
of the Knights of Columbus

or the St. Michael's
Society, huh?

Right, so that makes this right?

I'm not about to let the Wilsons
be victimized by you two.

Definitely not.

We say we need blood
and hair samples, you say why?

We say we need to go down
to the medical examiners,
you say no.

No, but you went anyway,
didn't you?

Behind my back, just like
you went to the reporter.

I don't need to go
behind anybody's back.

You're the errand boy here,
not me.

I'm a boy now?

Oh, don't bait me,
you son of a bitch.

I didn't use the word that way.
I didn't use the word that way!

Why don't you crawl up to one
of those Hampden gin mills

and buy a round
for your Irish brothers on me

and cry the blues about
how your time has passed, okay?

- Please.
- [Ballard] Hey.

Your partner knew that
we were going to the ME's.

- Okay? So do not put that on us.
- What?

- You knew?
- I told Bayliss.

You knew and you didn't tell me?

[sighs] Frank, I mean, I--

Because I believe
that the Wilsons are innocent

and whatever facts we gather

is just gonna help
to eliminate them as suspects.

Oh, so that's what that
was all about. You knew.

[tense music playing]

So why don't you head up
to the same Hampden gin mill?

- First round's on you.
- I was trying to help.

Okay, I'm ignoring the facts
and beating the investigation.

Hard questions,
straight answers.

Okay, that's what it takes.

I got to prove myself to you.

Now, these two, I understand.

These two, but to you?

Okay.

I will have a talk
with Felix Wilson.

- Great.
- Alone!

[exhales sharply]

Not a bad seat.
Nice view of the field.

Scott Russell, 38 years
of Cedarhurst, New York.

But Cedarhurst,
is that, like, near Woodmere?

Who the hell do I look like,
Magellan?

And you don't know
a Tony Elefante

though he was
sitting next to you
and you're both from New York?

Hey, here's a shocker for you.
New York's a big town.

Hey, Slim, can I get
an update on the score?

So, the fine sports fans
in section 381,

now they say Elefante
was a big loudmouth.

They say you were too,
which, you know, comes
as a complete surprise to me,

and they say that
you two came in together,

you got drunk,
you threw a battery or two
at the left fielder.

Where I come from,
it's a custom,

like rice at a wedding.

So you did know Elefante.

All right, I know the clown.

What are those?
Those are bruises there?

- No, hold still.
- [Munch] Yes, it is.

Looks like finger impressions,
typical of a defense wound.

We're gonna have
to take some pictures of that.

So you left with Elefante
in the first inning, right?

Right?

The two of you
walked out of the stands,

but you come back, he doesn't.

And you're making your business
to change your seat

so as to distance yourself
from him.

That was particularly stupid,
Mr. Russell.

The truly moronic part

is that you beat
your friend to death

and then you went back
to the bleachers.

I mean, you did a murder.

Why don't you just take

the first train
out of Baltimore?

Let me try
to make this perfectly clear

to you backwater wonders.

There is a baseball game
out there

between the Orioles and the A's.

And when last
I was enjoying myself,

it was a tie game
at the bottom of the seventh,

and you might have
heard something

about a pennant race
in the American League East.

Now, if you cheese eaters
wanna waste time

talking about
brain-dead Tony Elefante

and why he needed to get beat,
that's fine.

I'll talk all you want
after the game,

but right now
I wanna know the damn score.

Wait a minute, you're willing
to make a statement

- if we tell you the score?
- Hell no!

I'll make a statement if you
get me a beer and a hot dog

and open up them blinds
and let me watch some baseball.

That's the deal, buckwheat.
Take it or leave it.

[crowd cheering]

[Pembleton] Well, we could
have met at your office,

Mr. Wilson.

I know you already have
a pack of reporters
staking out your home.

You didn't need
to come down here

and attract more attention.

Oh, I don't mind.

Part of me is curious
about the goings-on over here.

So...

this is the hot seat.

Sorry?

Where you bring your suspects.

Well, suspects,
witnesses, relatives,

whoever will talk to us.

Can I get you a cup of coffee?

Would you like
something to drink?

No, no, thank you.

You know, when I was a boy,

I wanted to be a cop.

- I wanted to be a millionaire.
- [both laughing]

Yeah, I know.

You didn't see
many Black officers back then.

I thought I could save the city,
keep my mama out of harm's way.

And what do I do instead?

I buy her a home
in Owings Mills.

It's funny how things end up.

Yes, it is.

Is Al Giardello
a good lieutenant?

[Pembleton] No complaints here.

My wife is very proud of Al.

He's done a lot for this city.

As have you.

I sell snack food, Detective.

Oh, you're just another CEO
out to make a buck?

No, I know how much
you've accomplished.

The Literacy Foundation,

the Heritage Museum,
Drug Treatment Center,

the basketball court
up at Patterson Park.

You've still got
a mean jump shot, you know.

Tell me about the investigation.
What have you found?

We know Malia Brierre's murder
was a strangulation

- followed by a blow to the head.
- Yes.

- We know that
it was not the ex-boyfriend.
- Uh-huh.

We also know that Malia had sex
the night that she died,

and it probably was not rape.

Really?

Your wife didn't tell you this?

Well, she mentioned something.

We're gonna need a blood test
from you and your son.

A blood test?

Sure, the test results should be
available two, maybe three days.

This is standard procedure,
Mr. Wilson.

This is how it goes.

I didn't wanna bring you
down here, but I had to.

I don't wanna give you
a blood test, but I have to.

Because if I don't,
it won't look right.

You understand what I'm saying?

I've got the public, the press,

and three fellow detectives
staring over my shoulder,

so we're gonna
finish this interview,

and we're gonna
wait for the lab.

But as far as I'm concerned,

these test results
are not necessary.

So... [clears throat]

...you have to match my blood
and my son's blood to--

[Pembleton] What was recovered
from the victim's vaginal swab.

This is to make clear
that there's no connection,
no sexual connection

between the victim and
any male member of your family.

I had sex with her.

[dramatic music playing]

That night.

- What?
- I had sex with her.

[laughs] No.

So it appears, Detective,

that I'm the answer to
at least one of your questions.

As far as the other one,
I don't know who killed Malia.

We're gonna need
that blood sample, sir.

Well, I'd like
to talk to my family.

Am I free to go?

[door shuts]

Not my day.

Not by a long shot.

A pinch-hit home run by Tarasco
in the bottom of the tenth,

and I have to cop to murder.

- I hate your stinking town.
- [Kellerman] Up.

Why'd you do it?

We ride four hours
to see this game, right?

Why?

I'm a Yankee fan,
he's a Yankee fan.

There's nothing in this world
like a Yankee fan.

Sad, but true.

You're not getting it.
Why this game?

Why do two guys,
two Yankee fans,

come a couple of hundred miles

to see the O's
play the A's, huh?

To root against the Orioles?

I could have done that
on Long Island.

No, I come all this way
because Tony Elefante,

the idiot that he is, tells me
that today is a make-up game

for a Yankee-Oriole rainout.

He says, "Come on,
let's hop the Metroliner

and see the Yanks
tear into Baltimore."

That make-up game
is not until next week.

Yeah, I know that now.

In fact, I know that
when we scalped tickets.

I look down
and see what I'm buying.

I say, "Tony, this ticket says

that the O's
are playing the A's."

You know
what this moron says then?

- Tell me.
- He says, "Oops."

Just like that. "Oops."

This is the brilliant mind
I'm dealing with here, huh?

- So what happened then?
- Top of the first inning.

I got maybe six,
seven beers working,

and he turns to me and he says,

"Robbie Alomar
has the best glove

of any second baseman
in the league."

- He does.
- Hey!

I don't need to hear that crap.

I didn't come 200 miles
to say nice things

about the Baltimore Orioles.

So you killed him
because he likes Alomar's glove?

What, do you think I'm nuts?

No, it's when
we go to the bathroom

in the bottom of the first.

I'm standing next to Elefante.

He's at one urinal,
I'm at the next,

and he ruins the moment
by saying to me,

"The Orioles
are the better team.

They were the better team
last year, too.

The Yankees wouldn't have won
this year except for that kid

who stole the game from them
by grabbing that fly ball."

- He's right. We were robbed.
- What are you, an idiot?

That was one game!
You bums never came close.

So anyway,
Elefante's talking that crap

and I know I gotta beat
some sense into him.

So I walk him into the stairwell
and I throw a punch or two.

Guess what?
The mutt does a header
on the pavement and dies on me.

He was never any fun.

You're a charming individual,
you know that?

Hey, I try.

Hey, you think maybe
I can plead temporary insanity?

Temporary?

Hey, it's hot in here.

Nice breath.

John. That's Scott Erickson.

- Scott? Mr. Erickson!
- [Scott] Yeah?

- John Munch, Baltimore Homicide.
- How you doing?

Listen, I need to know
for a friend of mine, he's
in one of those Roto Leagues.

Is your buddy Benitez gonna have
any save opportunities?

I don't know.
Why don't we ask him?

Armando,
are you gonna have any saves?

Give me a break.

[suspenseful music playing]

[sighs]

- So what?
- So what?

So, the man has acknowledged

that he had a sexual
relationship with our victim.

Okay, he had sex with her.
That doesn't mean he killed her.

We shouldn't think of
Felix Wilson any differently in
light of what he just told us?

He is no longer a candidate
for husband of the year.

- Simply that.
- Okay.

- First he had sex with the maid.
- Domestic.

Second, he's questioned
in a police investigation

about her death
and he lies about it.

He's a man with a family.

And a dog, a cat,
a four-car garage,

and a $20 million corporation.
So what?

He is also a man
with a considerable
public profile in this town.

It's natural for him
to try to hide any indiscretion.

For all this man
has done for Baltimore,

I'm not about to have
Felix Wilson crucified

because he strayed
on his marriage.

Continue working the case.

Write up his admission...

and submit it to me personally.

I don't want a thing like that
floating around in the office.

I don't want
any more leaks to the press.

We still need blood
and hair samples from him,

if for no other reason
than to confirm his account.

Okay, he's consented to that.
A medical tech is gonna meet him
at his office later today, okay?

Please, excuse me.

What's going on?

These men are looking
for the lieutenant.

- Can I help you?
- [Shuster] Lieutenant?

I'm Fred Shuster,
attorney to Felix Wilson.

I'm here to inform you
that Mr. Wilson invokes
his right to legal counsel,

and that he asks
that your detectives

address no further inquiries
to him or to his family.

Furthermore, I understand
that your detectives

had an interest in seeking
blood and hair samples

as a matter of consent.

I'm afraid we will not be
providing further assistance

absent any court orders.

Good day to you, sir.

[dramatic music playing]

[theme music playing]