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I'm here with Felix Wilson
and his wife, Regina,

speaking publicly
for the first time
about Melia Brierre,

their young Haitian housekeeper,

found brutally murdered
three nights ago

at the Belvedere Hotel.

Mr. Wilson,
there has been speculation

about you and your family
not cooperating

with homicide detectives.

Is there any reason
that you hired...

Did you know the Wilsons
were going on television?

Uh-uh. That's news to me.

[Felix] We consulted
with our family lawyers,

not to impede police progress,

but for legal counsel
and advice.

There's no one
that wants to catch

Melia's killer more than we do.

We're doing everything
we can to ensure

that the murderer
is brought to justice.

In the hopes that
someone will come forward
and tell the truth,

we're offering
a reward of $10,000

for any information
that would lead to an arrest.

- What?
- [reporter] And here at 11 News,

we've set up a special hotline
for information

regarding the murder of Melia Brierre.

If you know anything
that will help police--

We're going to be bombarded
with calls from every fool,

from Cannes to Port-au-Prince.

[Mary] Maybe the reward
will help.

It won't help.

You plan on having
this baby any time soon?

Right now
would be fine by me.

[Pembleton] You hear that?
Come on, let's go
to the hospital.

Why don't I take a day off work.

Spend some time
with you and Livvy?

And avoid having to deal
with the Wilson case?

Come on, Frank,
you've waited all this time
to get back to Homicide,

now all of a sudden
you want to stay at home?

Felix Wilson did not kill
Melia Brierre.

[Mary] I know how much respect
you have for him.

So he was having
an affair with the girl.
He's made himself a suspect.

Now I let my personal feelings
interfere with the police work.

Frank, as much
as you hate to believe it,

you are only human.

You do have personal feelings.

I gotta go to work.

Yo, Frank!
You seen the headlines?

I'm sure you'll enlighten me.

"Baltimore Homicide
Stumped By Brierre Murder."

Oh. Business as usual.

[scoffs] Not for me.
We look like a bunch of idiots.

The opinion of the media
means jack to me.

We've worked this case
properly every step of the way.

Okay, but the Wilsons
lawyering up all of a sudden

makes us look
less than competent,
you're not going to deny that.

Just because they hired
defense attorneys does not mean
that they're guilty.

- I agree.
- What?

I agree with you, Pembleton.

Glory be and hallelujah.

- Good morning.
- What's good about it?

Barnfather's waiting
in my office.

He wants the Brierre
case closed. Today.

- That'd take a miracle.
- Then start praying.

What faith are you?

Catholic. You?

- Diehard agnostic.
- [Pembleton] Great.

[suspenseful music plays]

[theme music playing]

The last thing this department
needs are headlines

shouting about
police incompetence.

We've dealt with that kind
of pressure before by doing
our job.

I also don't like
hearing media innuendo

that we're protecting
potential suspects

because they're rich,
or because they're Black.

[Giardello] Oh, come on.
That's ridiculous.

You're friends
with the family, Al.

How long do you think it'll be
before the press vultures
get wind of that

if they haven't already?
[Pembleton] Excuse me, Colonel.

We've worked this case
from every conceivable angle.

What evidence do we have?
What facts?

Melia Brierre was strangled
and bludgeoned to death

in the men's room
of the Belvedere Hotel.

She had consensual sex
the night that she was killed.

With Felix Wilson,
according to his account.

We've eliminated
the victim's ex-boyfriend
as a suspect

and with no other suspects
on the horizon--

The natural course
of this investigation returns
to the Wilson family.

Then take
the appropriate action.

Felix Wilson admitted
to an affair.

Well,
that's not enough to assume
that he's guilty of murder.

Damn it! The public
needs to see movement!

Do whatever you have to, Al.

I don't want this investigation
ground to a halt,

just because
the Wilsons have hired

a raft of expensive
defense attorneys.

Yes, sir.

[door slams]

[sighs] All right.

Search the house.

Get hair and blood samples
from Felix and Hal Wilson.

These lawyers may make
that difficult for us.

Talk to Danvers. Get warrants.

[indistinct talking]

[Lewis] Wilkie, Wilkie, Wilkie!

You don't look so good,
my brother.

Yeah. Yeah, that's Mrs. Wilkie.

See, this is what you get
for talking to the police, huh?

Snitching out Junior Bunk.

What were you thinking
about, huh?

[laughs] I hate
to break it to you, Lewis,

I don't think he's listening.

I don't know.
I just like to hear
his name out loud.

Wilkie, Wilkie, Wilkie.

- Is he a friend of yours?
- [Falsone] The man
helped us out.

Gave up information
leading to the arrest

of Miss Georgia Rae Mahoney.

Sister of Luther Mahoney.
Mother of Junior Bunk.

Georgia was the one that set up
Junior to shoot at us.

Huh. Nice place.

Yeah, say what you will
about the Wilk dog.
Cat had style.

- [officer] We need you upstairs.
- [Lewis] For what?

- A kid.
- [Falsone] What?

A kid.

Upstairs.
He was hiding
behind the dresser.

When we tried to go near him,
he ran to the bathroom.
Locked the door.

- [Falsone] Right here?
- Yeah.

[knocking on door]

Hey, hello. Anybody home?

Hey, come on now, kid.
We're police officers, okay?

We ain't gonna hurt you,
just open the door
and let us in.

[indistinct]

Don't be scared, kid.
We're coming in.

[screaming]

Whoa, hey! Whoa, whoa!
Hey, easy now!

Some arm you got there, huh?
Hey, calm down.

It's all right.
Come here. It'll be okay.

[kid] No, no, no!

[screaming] No!

[tense music playing]

[doorbell rings]

[Giardello] Regina?
I'd like to speak to you.

The attorneys don't want us
talking to the police.

I'm here as a friend.
I'd like to help.

My detectives have no interest
in harming your family.

And even if they wanted to,
I wouldn't allow it.

At the same time,
they have an obligation

to solve
the murder of Melia Brierre.

Then why haven't they?

If the guilt of this murder
lies within your family,

and you went to lawyers...

and they told you to do nothing,
say nothing,

then your lawyers were right.

But if fear
of scandal and exposure
sent you to the lawyers,

then I have to tell you,
you made the...

the worst move possible.

Why is that?

There'll be a paper trail.

There'll be affidavits,
search warrants,
grand jury summonses.

The press will have room
to do their work.

I can't control that.
I can't protect you.

You don't have to
protect me, Al.

Felix told me about Melia.

I was hurt, of course.

And then angry.

And then
incredibly sorry for myself.

But my first instinct
when he told me

was to call our lawyers.

Felix didn't want to.
I insisted.

You and I both know
how the system treats Black men.

I will not have him
made to look like

he's guilty of murder
for lack of a better suspect.

The system has changed.

We don't railroad people
into convictions anymore.

[somber music building]

We'll make our own way.

If that means listening to
our lawyers, then we'll listen.

If that means some scandal,

then we will suffer
some scandal.

But my family had nothing
to do with Melia's death.

Your obligation is not to me.

You do what you can do
for Melia.

So Wilkie Collins
was murdered as a payback?

Wilkie Collins
gave up Junior Bunk.

Junior Bunk gave up Georgia Rae.

Next thing we know,
Wilkie and his wife

wind up dead in a house shot,
execution style.

I don't know.
You tell me, Gee. Coincidence?

The only bonus,
both Junior and Georgia
are in jail,

so neither one of them
could have killed Collins.

So she calls up the hit
from inside, huh?

I say we go shake her tree.

I say we go look
for the shooter instead.

All right.
Find who pulled the trigger
and tie it back to Georgia Rae.

What about the kid?

Social Services is trying
to track down the grandparents.

In the meantime,
we got the rascal.

- You think he heard anything?
- I think he heard everything.

Yeah, I say we're going to
sit the kid down, Gee.

Go and get him.
Get him over to Social Services
when you're through with him.

- Oh, and, uh, Falsone?
- Yeah?

If he refuses to talk,
don't push.

- Be gentle.
- Aren't I always?

[Lewis] We got
this special room over here,
we call it the box.

Huh? Like Jack in the Box.

Hey! [laughs]
Jack in the Box.
You get it? Huh?

I guess you must get that
all the time, Jack in the Box.

Jack and the beanstalk.

Jack and Jill went up the hill.

Little Jack Horner.
Jumping Jack Flash.

All kinds of Jacks.
Jack the Ripper. Jack, you know.

[voice distorting]
Come on, now. Come on, now.

- [distorted growling]
- [Lewis] Jack the Ripper.

Jack of all trades.
You know, Jack this.

Come on, Jack.
Let's go on in and talk.

[startling music plays]

[man's voice echoes]
Get on the floor,[indistinct]!

[warped humming]

[Lewis] Hey.

Mommy. Mommy.

- [Lewis] Hey, hey. What, kid?
- Mommy!

- Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!
- [gunshot echoes]

Mommy! Mommy!

Get out of here!

[screaming echoes]

- [Jack] No, no, no, no, no!
- [Lewis] Hey, hey.

- Hey, hey, hey. You're okay.
- What happened?

We just started
walking across the floor,
and the kid starts freaking.

[Falsone]
No, this isn't going to work.
We got to get him out of here.

- [Lewis] Where to?
- [Falsone] I don't know.
Someplace quiet.

All right, I'll go with.

You know what,
call Social Services.
We'll check in later.

What do you say, kid? Huh?

Blow this pop stand,
go find someplace fun?
What do you say?

I want to go home.

[Falsone] You ever been
here before, Jack?

Let me tell you something.

This is the best playground
in Baltimore.

Key is you got to come here
during the day, you know?

All the kids are in school.

This way you got the whole
entire place to yourself.

Got the slide, jungle gym.

Any swing you want.

Hey, you want to go on a swing?

Sandbox.

Seesaw.

[Falsone sighs]

Yeah, you're probably
into that, uh...

high-tech CD-ROM
Power Rangers way to play.

[makes fighting sounds]

Sorry, I can't help you
there Jack.

I'm an old-fashioned
kind of guy.

You know, I--
I never even touched a laptop.

Hey.

Did you finish
the autopsy report on Elefante?

- Camden Yards murder, right?
- [Kellerman] Yeah.

Yeah, I got it right here.

- How's the arm?
- [Kellerman] It's fine.

Good. Here you go.

Thanks. [sighs]

Kellerman. Come here.

Yeah?

Luther Mahoney's sister,
Georgia Rae...

did she tell you
why she wanted you shot?

Some kind of psycho revenge.
She's insane.

- Huh.
- Why?

I mean, I-- I don't know
if this really means anything,

but Falsone was asking
about the Mahoney shooting.

We were over at Miss Irene's
the other day.

[scoffs]
You were at the bar with him?

[laughs]
I was there eating lunch alone
and he came in for a drink.

- You want to hear this or not?
- Yeah, go ahead.

He asked me if I thought
it was a clean shooting.

- What'd you tell him?
- I told him I thought
it was a clean shooting.

I don't believe this guy.

- [Cox] Was it?
- What?

Was the shooting straight up,
or did I lie to Falsone?

You did the autopsy.
You got to ask?

Yeah, well, that's just it.

I mean, I pulled
the file this morning

and Mahoney's bruised
over half of his body.

He's got a hairline fracture
at the back of his head.

Right.
All of what you saw at the time.

None of what
you thought twice about.

Well, I'm sorry.
Are you doubting me?

No, I am doubting myself.

Because you and I were
sleeping together at the time.

You told me what went down
and I believed you.

But, yeah,
if it wasn't your case,

I might have looked
a little bit further.

Oh, now
that you're doing Falsone
anything he says is golden?

Is that the way it works? Huh?

Yeah, that's the way
it works, Kellerman.

- I got bodies waiting.
- Whatever.

All right, Jack.
Look, I'm going to go
down the slide.

You can come with me
if you want,

or you can sit there
all by yourself.

That's not a police car.

What?

How come you don't have
a real police car?

Because I'm a detective.
We don't drive squad cars.

We drive Cavaliers.

That, I believe,
is a '92 Cavalier.

'91.

You like cars?

You like cars.

Well, I happen
to know a little bit
about automobiles myself.

Okay, you got two wires, right?

One in each hand.
Sometimes you got to
peel back the casing.

Make sure you get contact.
And it's real simple.

Just touch the wires together
and you're all set.

- [engine sputters]
- [Jack laughs]

I want to try.

There.

- [engine rumbles]
- That's it.

Now the real slick ones,
they could do the whole maneuver
in under a minute.

- But not you, right?
- Not me.

If I ever catch you
stealing a car,

you won't be able
to sit for a week.

Same as my old man told me
when he taught me this trick.

My dad...

he wired many a ride, man.

Corvettes mostly.
He had a thing for Corvettes.

My dad's dead.

Yeah, he is.

Mommy too.

Yeah, I know
you're sad about that.
I'm sorry.

Mommy was screaming.

I didn't help her.

You did the right thing, Jack.

There was nothing
you could do to help,
but you can help her now.

Tell me what you heard.

Was it a man
that hurt your parents?

- One man or two?
- One.

Did you know who he was?

Daddy does.

- The man knew your father?
- Yes.

- He calls on the phone.
- Yeah?

When did he call?

Did he call last night?

The search warrant for
the Wilson home isn't a problem.

Felix Wilson's acknowledgement
of an affair with the victim

is enough to make the residence
a legitimate avenue
for investigation.

What about blood and hair?

Well, again, for Felix Wilson,
that's enough probable cause,

but there's nothing
to justify taking blood

from his wife
or daughter or son.

- What about fingerprints?
- [Bayliss] Right, right.

We recovered
dozens of latent prints

from that bathroom
where the murder occurred.

Now, with that we can compel

all four of the Wilsons
to provide fingerprint samples.

A fingerprint is less invasive
than blood and hair.

Even so, what will a print
in a public restroom prove?

Quite a bit if it turns out
to belong to Thea or Regina.

They got no business
in the men's room.

True, but for Felix or Hal,
it's useless.

A print hit will mean
nothing to a jury.

On the other hand,
if we can get a print

from Hal Wilson
at the crime scene,

then that might be
enough probable cause

to seek a warrant
for blood and hair.

- Evidentiary leapfrog.
- Why not?

[Danvers] Okay.

Get me a print from Hal Wilson
in that bathroom...

and I'll get you a warrant
for his blood and hair.

[Lewis] What's
with all the setup, Falsone?

- Just show us what you know.
- I know how to start a car.

- Oh, yeah?
- Hey. [shushes]

All right.
Thanks to Jack here, we have
our first break in the case.

This is the answering machine
from Wilkie Collins' house.

Now, hold on, man.
I already checked
the damn answering machine.

- There's nothing on there--
- [shushes] Go ahead, Jack.

[Robert] Yeah,
Wilkie, this is Robert.
You home?

Pick up if you're around,
we gotta talk.

That the voice you heard?

- He the one
that hurt your parents?
- Yes.

It's a first name,
but it's a start.

Why doesn't Jack go get a soda?

Yeah.
Hey, Jim, you know where
the soda machine is, kid?

Why don't you go buy
yourself something nice, huh?

- This is messed up.
- [Lewis] What?

This is completely messed up.

I know who it is.
At least-- at least
I think I do.

It sounded
like Robert Castleman.

- Castleman?
- Who's he? Another dealer?

We worked Narcotics together.

He's a cop.

[upbeat melody plays]

We'll get an inventory
of what's been taken.

- All right.
- All right.

Everything goes
through evidence control

pending the outcome
of the investigation.

And then what?

Then you get it all back.

Lucky us.

[song lyrics playing]

[*]

What are you doing?

Wha-- He can't do that!
Why don't you stop him?

It's all right, sweetheart.
They're just taking some blood.

Just some blood?
What do you need that for?

My father already told you
the truth.

Why don't you go ahead
and wait outside?

We're just going to
take a minute.

You took our fingerprints,
you took our things.

- Now you're going to
take our blood too?
- Thea!

Think about Melia.

I don't care about Melia.

All of this is her fault.

- [Regina] You don't mean that.
- Oh, yes, I do.

I wish I'd never
brought that bitch here.

I mean, everything was perfect
before she came.

Now look at us! Look at us!

[*]

Is that the man?

You sure? Look carefully.

Is he going to jail?

You bet he is.

Hey, Castleman.
Thanks for dropping by, buddy.

- [Castleman] Hey, Lewis.
- [Lewis] Hey, how you doing?

This is my partner,
Paul Falsone.

I don't know how much help
I can be to you guys.

Wilkie Collins
was a drug dealer.

They moved me
to Sex Crimes last August.

But you worked
Narcotics originally?

Six years.

Yeah, that rotation's
a pain in the ass, ain't it?

[Castleman scoffs]
Don't get me started.

Terri Stives suggested
that we talk to you.

She said that you knew
Collins better than she did.

We crossed paths a few times.

- You ever arrest him?
- Oh, we brought him in
once or twice.

You know, but it was
his boss we were after.

He'd give us
the latest on Luther
and we'd let him go home.

- You guys know how it works.
- Wilkie was your informant?

I wouldn't call him
an informant exactly.

I'd call him a contact.

How do you explain
your contact and his wife

winding up dead
on the living room floor?

Why does
any drug dealer get shot down?

Maybe he was putting out
a bad package.

- Maybe he stepped
on the wrong guy's turf--
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

We-- we, uh,
we kind of know how that works.

We're just looking for something
a little more specific.

Sorry, I mean,
once Luther Mahoney was
out of the picture,

I had less use for Collins.

Last I heard, he was doing
business in New York.

My partner and I moved on
to new cases.

I got moved over to Sex Crimes.

Speaking of which, look,

I ought to get back downstairs
if it's all right
with you guys--

Oh, ho-- hold on.

We have a couple more questions
we'd like to ask you,

if you don't mind.

No, that's no problem.

You say you lost track
of Wilkie Collins

after Luther's death, right?

Yeah, it was about that time.
Yeah.

So how do you explain your voice
on his answering machine?

[chuckles] I don't know what
you're talking about.

Your voice...

on his machine?

[Robert] Yeah,
Wilkie, this is Robert.
You home?

Pick up if you're around.
We got to talk.

You around? You home?

That is you, isn't it?

Yeah, I guess.

But, you know,
that doesn't actually mean--

But what?
You're so busy
working Sex Crimes.

You and Wilkie
are so out of touch.

- Why are you calling him up
the day he dies?
- Okay, I heard he was in town.

A buddy of mine
down in Narcotics asked

if I would look him up--

[Lewis] No, no, no.
Save that, save that.

Because even
if you could tell me

what your voice was doing
on that box,

you still can't tell me
what you're doing
in their house, can you?

I wasn't in his house.

Hey, did you know that
Wilkie and his wife had a kid?

A little boy.
Did you know that?

A little boy named Jack.

He was upstairs
when he killed his parents.

He saw you come in the house.

He picked your voice
off the machine,

and he's ready
and waiting to make the I.D.

The funny thing about
this kid, Jack,

he could identify you

even if you had your ass
on backwards.

I'm calling the lawyer.

[laughing]

You better get a good one then,
because it looks like

you're going to
jail for a long time.

No jury's going to take mercy.
Not on a dirty cop.

[Castleman scoffing]

- Collins was scum.
- What about the kid?

Huh?
He deserves what you handed him?

A life without mom or dad?

What do you think the jury's
going to make of that?

You know, we ought to read you
to Miranda right now

and let you call that lawyer,
which we will.

But you know,
I got a funny feeling
that it wasn't you

and you alone
behind these murders.

Am I right?

[Lewis] What, you got something
you want to say?

Something you want
to get off your chest?

We'll go out there right now,
we'll get on the phone,

we'll get Ed Danvers
and the state's
attorney's office

and cut you a nice little deal.

What do you say?

No?

Well, he wants to take
the rap all by himself.

- Fine.
- [Lewis] That's okay.

- You have the right
to remain silent--
- [Castleman] All right.

I was on the payroll since '93.

She said that
if I didn't kill Collins,
she'd give me up.

Who is she?

Luther's bitch of a sister.

Georgia Rae Mahoney.

So this detective, Castleman,
was dirty all along?

Yeah, he says
he worked for Luther first
and then Georgia Rae.

Looks like Luther left
his cojones to his sister.

See, what I don't get
is how she called up
the hit from inside.

I mean,
I talked to the prison people,

she didn't have one phone call,
she didn't have
one single visitor.

What are we waiting for?
Why don't we just get over there
and make her twitch a little?

- No.
- Why not, Gee?

Georgia Rae's not going
to cop to these murders.

- [Gee] She has no reason to.
- Yeah, we get her in there.

We sweat her a little bit,
we'll make her bend.

[Gee] Now,
if that were Luther Mahoney,

would you be saying
the same thing?

Don't worry about Georgia Rae.

Once we get this evidence,
she'll be charged
for these murders.

In the meantime,
she's still in prison.

She's not going anywhere.

[suspenseful music playing]

We took so much paper
out of that house,

we'll be going through
these boxes for a week.

Yeah, with no idea
what we're even looking for.

Hold on, hold on,
we might have something here.

[Pembleton] What is it?

"But Melia, when I see you,
when we pass in the hall,

when we're alone in a room,
I can't say these things.

I choke on the words
that I need to say."

Hey, a love letter.

[Bayliss] Yeah, and they're
all in a bunch and sealed.

- From Felix Wilson?
- No, no, from--

from his son, Hal.

[sighs]

What the hell was going on
inside that house?

Found something?

[Bayliss]
Yeah, we sure did, Gee.

In my office.

[Bayliss] At this point,
Gee, I gotta believe

that there's a motive
hiding somewhere.

[Pembleton]
We should talk to Hal.

How can we?
Their whole family
is hiding behind lawyers.

[Ballard] Unless
they waive their rights,

no statement
they make is admissible.

Well, at the very least,

we should show them
these letters

to let them know that we know.

Gee?

Go alone, Frank.

Go alone and go in soft.

If you see
any opening at all...

take your best shot.

[door closing]

[imitates fighting
sound effects]

- [giggling]
- You leaving, kid?

With my grandma.

Yeah? Hey.

What kind of car
does grandma drive?

A 1994 Buick Skyline.

Buick's not so bad.

Listen, you know
I'm not letting you go

unless you promise
to come back and see me again.

- Let me know what's up.
- When?

Whenever you want.

We'll go for a ride. Shh.

Hey, come here.

All right, take care.

[chuckles softly]

[doorbell ringing]

[Pembleton] Hi, it's me again.

The troops come along?

No, I'm alone.

I was wondering
if I could talk with Hal.

About what?

Something we found.

Evidence
which may close the case.

Step inside, Detective.
I'll call our lawyers.

I see.

Yes, I will.

We can answer questions

only if you don't inform us
of our rights.

Nothing we say
will be admissible in court.

Now, understanding
those conditions,

you still want to have
a conversation?

Yes.

Well, in that case,
we're willing to talk.

- Right, Hal?
- Yeah.

One of our uniforms found
these letters
in your desk drawer.

You read them.

Yes.

Anything you want to tell us
about these letters, Hal?

Never gave them to her.

Never gave them to whom?

Never gave them to whom, son?

- Mind if I have a look?
- Don't.

A couple of strangers
have read these letters
and not your own father?

[Felix whispering] Oh, Hal.

- I didn't know.
- Now you do.

- If I'd known,
if you'd told me.
- Then what?

Nothing would have changed.

Don't do that.

Don't shut down on me, dad.

Maybe it's time for your little
detective friend to leave.

No.

He stays.

[suspenseful music playing]

Well, it's a very
simple question, Hal.

When did you find out
about your father's
relationship with Melia?

You knew before the benefit?

You can question me ad nauseum,
Detective.

- I'm not going to answer.
- Yes, you are.

What are you going to do?
Send me to my room?

Cut off my allowance?
Take off your belt?

Give me good ass-whipping?

[Felix] I never
punished you like that.

Maybe you should have.

I denied you nothing.

You wanted the pony,
I got you a pony.

A motorcycle,
a computer, education,

trips to Europe,
a new car every year.

You couldn't write a check
big enough.

You couldn't pay me enough
to compensate

for having spent my entire life

listening to your--
your up-from-the-projects

East Baltimore war stories,
your history, your journey.

You denied me nothing?
You denied me everything!

You wanted your own place,
your own history?

You should have taken it,
demanded it.

Oh, you take what you want, Dad?

Answer the detective's question.

I'm a 28-year-old man.

I don't need you
to tell me what to do anymore.

You're 28 years old.
You're a grown man.

Then act like a man
instead of a pubescent child

who stayed up late
writing heartfelt letters
to his puppy love

and then didn't have the courage
to give them to her.

What do you know about love?

You and Melia, that had
nothing to do with love.

That was about an old man
chasing his spent youth.

Must have taken
a lot of courage, huh, Dad,

to deceive my mother?

[sighs]

Well, I'll claim that lie
as my own.

Which lies are yours, son?

Stand up.

- [Hal Why?
- [Felix] Please stand up.

Now look me in the eye.

[Felix sighs]

Until a few minutes ago,

I thought that whatever else
had gone wrong with this family,

there were certain things
that just--

just could not be.

Now I'm not sure.

I'm standing here afraid to ask.

- Don't ask.
- Don't ask?

How's that possible?

A young girl is dead, murdered.

This young man is here
to find out why.

He needs answers.

How can he go back out
on the street looking
for Melia's killer

without an honest answer now?

Can I ask him
to continue the search?

If somebody else is arrested,

charged, found guilty,
and sentenced,

could you stand by, silent?

That's not the man
I know you are.

- That's not the son I raised.
- Stop it.

The truth. Give me the truth.

Stop.

Look at me.

Hal. Did you kill Melia?

[somber music playing]

- Yes.
- [Pembleton] How did it happen?

- I loved her.
- You told her?

Not in so many words,
but she knew how I felt.

[Hal sighs]

And then?

Uh, the day of the benefit.

Thea and my mother
were out shopping.

I was with friends.

Forgotten my wallet.

I came home to get it.

I saw Melia...

coming out
of my father's bedroom,

buttoning her blouse.

I confronted her.

Initially,
she denied everything.

Then she admitted
she'd been sleeping with him...

for months.

I was furious.

I threatened
to tell the whole family.

She'd be fired,
sent back to Haiti.

Then later
that night at the benefit,

Melia showed up at the hotel?

Uh, on my way to the bathroom,
I saw her get off the elevator.

Hysterical.

She was pleading,

grabbing at my jacket.

I pulled her into the bathroom.

Tried talking to her,
but she wouldn't shut up.

Lost my temper.

She had hurt me.

I wanted to hurt her.

Okay.

Am I under arrest, detective?

Well, I'm going to
advise you of your rights.

[Felix] No.

We're not going anywhere.

Mr. Wilson, excuse me,
this is a case of murder.

I know. Melia's gone.
I can't change that.

But I do have a son.

You have no evidence,
nothing legal.

But you do have the truth.

Now take it and leave me my son.

[Gee] Come in.

[phone ringing]

Hal Wilson killed Melia Brierre.

- Did he confess?
- Not technically.

Can we charge him?

We have no witnesses.

What about the DNA
of his hair and blood?

There is no physical evidence
on Melia's body
to tie her to Hal.

All we've got is the confession
and the confession
doesn't count.

- What about the letters?
- Entertainment value, maybe.

But as evidence,
there's not enough there.

He loved her.
That doesn't mean he killed her.

[Pembleton]
I say arrest him anyway.

Let him sit in pretrial
detention for a month or two.

Ed?

File charges
against the only son

of one of Baltimore's
most respected citizens

then wait till the judge rules
all our evidence inadmissible

and has the charges dropped?

Call me crazy, I'd rather not.

So, what are we supposed
to do in the meantime?

Let Hal Wilson
get away with murder?

What, you've never seen
a red name on the board, Frank?

It happens all the time.

[tense music playing]

[door slams]

Hey, Cox,
why don't you buy me a drink?

You're kidding, right?

About a bar tab? Never.

All right, all right,
how about I buy myself a beer

and spring for your second vino?

I think I'll take a rain check.
Thanks.

Don't hold me to it.

Hey, Falsone. Come here.

What's up?

The Mahoney shooting. [sighs]

Maybe, um--

- [sighs]
- Yeah?

On paper, it all looks
pretty clean, right?

And there was nothing
in the autopsy report

that contradicts
anything the detective said.

It's just, Mike was--
I mean, Kellerman was--

His attitude.

[Falsone] What are you trying
to tell me?

Nothing. Nothing.
Forget I said anything.

Merlot makes me chatty.
[chuckles]

I gotta go. See you later.

Wait a minute.

Hey, Jules, where's your hat?
What's your hurry?

- What'd you do to her?
- Nothing.

I'll get ours.

[indistinct].

[sighs]

Jack's grandmother,
a sweet old lady.

- I think Jack's gonna be okay.
- Yeah, I hope so.

Yeah, someday, you know,
you meet the right lady,

settle down,
you have kids of your own, huh?

I already do.

You're kidding me?

[chuckling] Look at that.

That's Daniel, he's three.

He lives with his mom
over in Ellicott City.

- You and she?
- Despise each other.

Can't stand
to be in the same room,

never would be
if it wasn't for him.

[Lewis] Cute kid.

Yeah.

Janine thinks
I'm a bad influence,

she's afraid I'll turn him
into a delinquent.

She's probably right.

She's probably right.

Hey!

Don't be doing that.

You're too nostalgic.

Oh, me? No.

You asked me to meet you
at the old courtyard,

and if that's not nostalgic,
I don't know what is.

Well, that kid was getting ready
to throw a rock

through your mother's window.

And you, the born policeman,
stopped him, didn't you?

Right is right, wrong is wrong.

Is it that simple?

Usually.

[train horn blows
in the distant]

Why did you call me?

What are you going to do?

Leave.

- Leave. Baltimore?
- Yes.

The business, the charities,

this city will have to do

without the Wilsons
and their money.

Is that what this costs?

My family is broken now.

My son is...

Knowing what I know now,

I should have accepted
your help.

Knowing what I know now...

I should never have offered.

[Felix] What are you doing here,
Detective Pembleton?

I would have thought
that your work

on the Brierre case
has come to an end.

My lawyer tells me that

there'll be no charges
filed against Hal.

So what do you want?

I came to understand.

Be careful with that desk.

In the courtroom of honor,

the judge pounded his gavel
to show that all's equal,

that the court's on the level,

and that the strings
and the books

cannot be pulled or persuaded,

and even the nobles
are properly handled.

What is that?

"The Lonesome Death
of Hattie Carroll."

Bob Dylan.

Two hotels, two Black servants,

and two privileged young men,

raised to believe
that the world has no right

to deny them anything.

Two senseless deaths.

Zanzinger got off
because of wealth and influence.

Are you gonna make sure
the same is true for Hal?

I guess I am.

Your son cannot outrun
this murder forever.

I'm gonna do
everything in my power

- to make sure that he does.
- You can live with that?

I don't know,
but I'm sure as hell gonna try.

[suspenseful music building]

Hey, Pembleton.
Can I talk to you?

I usually come up here
to be alone.

I hear you, but, uh,

I'd like to make peace with you,

and I know
the kind of man you are,

you're not gonna be the person

to make the first move,
so here I am.

I was wrong.

- Is that what you want to hear?
- No.

- Want me to apologize?
- No.

I would like you
to shut up for a second...

and look at me.

You know,
not past me or through me,
but at me.

How's that?

[laughing] Whoo!

I feel so much better.

[Pembleton laughing]

I don't care
if you don't like me.

I don't care
if you don't respect me.

I'm not gonna scamper
on back to Seattle

just because you've decided
that you have some problem

with the way I do police work.

I'm here.

And I'm staying.

And we're gonna
have to work together,

so, you know,
I'd like to keep things civil.

I agree.

Okay, well... [chuckles]

I guess
that's all I had to say,

so I'll see you later.

Hey, Ballard.

Yeah?

You were right.

Your instincts were dead on.

Mine for once were not.

[seagulls cawing]

Hey, Gee, you going home?

It's been a long day.

- It's been a long week.
- Yes, it has.

Frank.

The Brierre case is still open.

The file is still active.

Okay.

All the good
the Wilsons did for this city...

[chuckles]
...for the Black community.

Well, to you and I,
that means nothing now.

I was blindsided
by my personal involvement.

I refused to see the truth
of their guilt.

I spoke with Felix Wilson
just this afternoon.

He told me
they're all moving to San Diego.

Huh. As soon as we get
enough evidence,

we're gonna haul them
right back here to Baltimore.

Hal Wilson committed murder
in a rage against his father.

It wasn't about Melia Brierre.
It was about the two of them.

That rage is still there.

I've been in contact with
the San Diego Police Department.

When Hal acts out on this anger,

when he lashes out, and he will,

they'll be waiting.

So will I.

Tomorrow, next week,

next year,
however long it takes.

Hal Wilson
murdered Melia Brierre.

He'll answer for that.

- Good night.
- Good night.

[suspenseful music playing]