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- [police radio chatter]
- [dramatic chord plays]

- [camera shutter clicks]
- [paramedic] I have a pulse.
Let's go.

I'm late. Ivy's gonna kill me.

Are you ready for a check?

[Falsone] Hey, Westby.

The victim, we got ID?

[Westby]
Her name's Grace Rivera.

Fella over there walking his dog
found her lying in the alley.

Thought she was dead.

[indistinct] place?

[bartender] Well,
I'd probably make more tips.

You should talk
to my boss for me.

Well, how alive is she?

[Westby] Barely.

She's been beaten, strangled,
possibly sexually assaulted.

I didn't think she'd make it.
That's why I called homicide.

I thought I had more than this.

You know, don't worry about it.
You can pay me next time.

Matt, you're my hero.

She say anything about
who did this to her,

make any kind of statement?

Nope, and I doubt she will.

[*]

See you later.

Lewis. Falsone.
What are you doing here?

[Lewis]
What are you doing here?

I called Sex Crimes, too.

Figured you guys
could work it out.

The victim's still alive.
This is a Sex Crimes case.

The beating she took,
she should be dead.

- Where's my body?
- [Lewis] Hey, Julie C.

- Top of the morning to you.
- Yeah, yeah, enough
of the small talk.

I haven't even had
my coffee yet.

- Where's the body?
- There is no body.

The victim's on her way
to the City Hospital.

Okay, and you guys
had an ME paged

to the scene because...

- I thought I had a homicide.
- [Cox] Huh!

Okay, well,
you know what, Falsone?

Next time you think
you have a homicide,

why don't you try
thinking again?

Body or no body,
I got a woman about to die.

I'm still gonna need your
help on this case.

Oh yeah, I know
you're gonna need my help.

That's why I'm going
to the hospital.

She hates you.

- She was smiling.
- Nah.

They smile like that,
they really hate you.

[theme music playing]

[Gee] Homicide.

you are intelligent, sensitive,

and have an unusual ability
to calculate prime numbers.

June 9th, September 12th
and November 23rd are lucky.

So your kid could be
a mathematical genius, Frank.

If Mary has that baby today.

Why should today be different
than any other day.

She's gotta be close by now,
isn't she?

Well, she's beyond due.

She's beyond overdue.

Can't they do something
about that?

They could induce,
but since the baby's doing fine,

Mary prefers to wait
for a natural delivery.

- So you're waiting.
- Mm-hmm, naturally.

My in-laws are in town,
taking care of Livie
till the baby's born.

Makin' me nuts.

You know I went
to this restaurant once

called Café Toulouse,
and they had a salad on the menu

that supposedly kick-starts
pregnant women.

- A salad?
- Yeah. Yeah.

It was like a seaweed
or something.

- Seaweed?
- Or something.

That's ridiculous.

Might as well give it a shot.

Sooner Mary has that baby,

sooner you're rid of
your in-laws.

- Alright?
- You got a point.

My lieutenant is spitting nails.

She wants this case
turned over to Sex Crimes.

Homicide was first on the scene.

The attack
is not an isolated incident.

It's the third assault
in three months in Federal Hill.

I say we go
back to headquarters,

let the bosses
sort this out, huh?

We're just
the foot soldiers here.

[Falsone]
What did you find out, Cox?

Rivera fought back. Hard.

She had defense wounds,
broken fingers, toes.

What caused the head injury?

I'd say
she was beaten with a rock.

Maybe a brick.
The doctor's just
drained the hematoma.

Whether she regains
consciousness
is another question.

Anything we can use?

Um, there were no
visible hair or fibers.

But, we sent her clothes
off to the lab.

Maybe they'll pick something up.

[Stivers]
What about the sexual assault?

Uh, there was vaginal tearing,
abrasions,

but no visible semen.

Same as the other two women
who were attacked.

Either he used a condom,
maybe he didn't ejaculate,

or she was assaulted
with an object.

Maybe you don't know
nothing for sure.

Right now? No.

How long do I have to wait?

Probably as long it takes.

If you'll excuse me.

She really hates you, man.

I've been a Lieutenant
less than a year, Al.

I don't want
to step on any toes.
Not unless I have to.

Unless the Rivera case
is turned over to Sex Crimes?

We could be
looking at a serial rapist.

My unit should have
jurisdiction.

What if the woman dies?

If it's a homicide,
it's Homicide.

But until then, I want the case.

What's the condition check
on Grace Rivera?

Critical.
She still hasn't
regained consciousness.

Yeah, we found her purse
on the scene.

Nothing taken, no witnesses.

What was she doing
in that alley?

We're trying to find out.
We went to Rivera's apartment.

Neighbor said
she has a roommate.

We're trying
to track the roommate down.

With the death of the woman
a possibility,
it's a Homicide case.

For now,
Falsone will be the primary

and Lewis will be the back-up,
Stivers will assist.

We'll coordinate the
investigation with Sex Crimes.

- Kate?
- I can live with that. For now.

But if Grace Rivera recovers,

the case goes
back to Sex Crimes.

Fair enough.
What about other attacks?

[Stivers]
Two assaults and beatings,
same pattern as Rivera.

Bridgette Riley and Vicki Sims.

Both women were knocked
to the ground from behind,

assaulted and then beaten
until they lost consciousness.

Did either of the witnesses
make an ID?

[Kate] No, there's been
no other witnesses

and no physical evidence.

The only thing
linking all three cases

is the nature of the assault.

Review all past arrest records
and parole lists

of known sex offenders.

Lewis and I will talk
to the first two victims,
Reilly and Simms.

We'll recanvas the area.
You'll have a suspect,
Lieutenant.

Are you guaranteeing me
a closed case, Detective?

I didn't hear nothin' about
no guarantee there, Gee.

Yeah.
I guarantee you a closed case.

I like you more every day,
Falsone.

Now, get out of my office.

What are you on drugs?
Huh? Guarantees?

There ain't no guarantees
in this business.

Check the board,
I close most of my cases.

Most ain't all, Falsone.

Anybody wanna talk
to Grace Rivera's roommate?

This is police brutality.
I want to file a complaint.

Detective Falsone,
meet lvy Kiriakis.

Miss Kiriakis.

Would you like some coffee?

Give her a cup of coffee,
she's liable to spill it
on your shoes.

- That was an accident.
- There are no accidents.

I was aiming for your socks.

When was the last time
you saw Grace?

Yesterday afternoon.

Did she say where she was going?

To get something to eat.

Can I go now?

Your roommate's in the hospital.
She might die.

This doesn't bother you?

Yeah. That bothers me.

But being here bothers me more.

Did she say
where she was goin' to eat?

Did she say
when she was comin' home?

We were supposed to meet
at the Good Love Bar at 10:00.

She didn't show,
I figured she'd met somebody.

[chuckles]
This isn't the first
time she hasn't come home.

Is Grace seeing
any one guy in particular?

She's still kissing frogs.

- What?
- Kissing frogs.

She said that all the time.

You know,
you gotta kiss a lot of frogs--

Before you find a prince.

Does she have any family,
anybody we should notify?

Her father's dead,
her mother's in a nursing home

in Carroll County
with Alzheimer's.

I'm pretty much
the only family Grace has.

[classical violin music]

Seaweed, huh?

Mm-hmm. How is it?

[Mary] Mm, it's not bad.

Have some more.

Dr. Porter's
giving me 48 hours,

then she's gonna induce.

Well, maybe we don't have to
wait that long.

Well, I'm-- I'm fine.
The baby's fine.

You know, you're glowing lately.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm. [Mary chuckles]

[laughing]

I should be
saying that about you.

You look happy
to be back on Homicide.

I am.

I was home more,
working Robbery.

[Mary] You were miserable
working Robbery.

Last few months,
I've caught a lot of big cases.

Worked a lot of hours, nights.
But that's bound to slow down.

That's just
the rhythm of the job.

There's always gonna be
big cases, Frank.

As much as I love
working Homicide,

that is not my life.

You are.

You and Livie and this child.

I know that.

Okay.

Have some more.

[Lewis] We got any sex offenders
matching the profile

of Grace Rivera's attacker,
been released recently?

The same list we came up with
during the investigation

of the Reilly and Simms rapes.

I talked to each and every one
of these upstanding individuals.

Well, we're gonna have to
talk to 'em again, huh?

Mm-hmm. Yep.

[sighs]

How are you and Falsone doing?

Great, fine.

No more questions from him about
the Luther Mahoney shooting?

He don't bring it up,
I don't bring it up. Huh?

Well, it's a dead issue,
all right?

What, you don't trust him?

- Not entirely, no.
- Well, then you don't trust me?

I gotta go, um,
check in with my lieutenant.

I'll talk to you later.

- Let's go, let's go.
- Where?

City Hospital. I just got paged.
Grace Rivera, she's awake.

You want to grab Stivers?

Fine, get Stivers.
Let's just go.

[tense percussion instrumental]

I see you got my message,
Detective Kellerman?

What do you want, Georgia?

Nice day, isn't it? Clear.

Beautiful view of my brother
Luther's building.

Yeah, well, enjoy the fresh air.

'Cause I don't know
how the hell you made bail,

but you're going back
to the joint for a long time.

[chuckling]

We'll see.
I don't mind being in prison.

It's a vacation,
no phones, no business.

There's nothing I miss from
the outside except maybe my VCR.

There's nothing like
curling up with a good video.

Action-adventure
is my favorite.

The guns, the violence.

I love one tape in particular.

I don't really care.

You should. You're in it.

- What?
- You're in my video.

In fact, you're the star.

My brother, Luther,
was an important man,

an intelligent man.

Did you think he'd live
without surveillance cameras?

I have to run.
I'm late for a lunch date.

Let's stay in touch, Kellerman.

[tense percussion
instrumental continues]

[music stops]

I hope Grace Rivera's
not hysterical.

What?

Working Auto,
I didn't interview
that many women.

You talked to your wife,
didn't you?

Yeah, you'll notice
we're not married any more.

Any words of wisdom?

I ain't one to be giving advice.

Me neither.

[Dr. DeVilbiss] Detective?

Doctor.

Eli DeVilbiss,
Grace's physician.

She's better, huh?

Well, she regained
consciousness,

so, yeah, that's better
than being unconscious.

Can we talk to her?

Detective, she had
a substantial head injury.

She has no idea
what happened to her.

[Stivers] Well,
we need to talk to her anyway.

It'd be better
if there wasn't a crowd.

See you.

You want me to handle
the interview, Falsone?

We can do it together.

It's this way.

[exhales sharply]

Miss Rivera?

[Grace] Do I know you?

Detective Paul Falsone,
Homicide.

I'm Detective Terri Stivers.

Hope you're not here
to tell me I'm dead.

[Falsone] You're not dead.

I can't tell.

I know you probably
don't feel great right now--

But we have to ask you
some questions.

As long as you don't ask me
what year it is,

what day it is, who's President.

Was I in a car accident?

I don't remember
getting in my car.

No, it wasn't a car accident.

I thought maybe I hit someone.

What's the last thing
you do remember?

Uh, waking up in the morning...

thinking
it was gonna be a good day.

You know the feeling,
like you have a good dream
or something?

And you wake up happy?

Yeah.

[Grace] After that...

nothing.

Maybe we should
finish this later?

[Grace] You still
haven't told me what happened.

We can talk
about that later, too.

I know the story
doesn't have a fairytale ending.

Okay.

[sighs]

You were beaten.

You were raped.
Left in an alley.

Paramedics said
if you'd been in that alley

a few minutes longer,
you would've died.

Well, I guess I was right.

[Stivers] About what?

It being a good day.
I mean, I'm still here, right?

Right.

[Mike] How long ago
was Luther Mahoney's condo sold?

Couple months.
New owners are a pain, too.

- What do you mean?
- They bitched about
the bloodstains.

They bitched about everything.
They tore the whole place apart.

Look, any particular reason
you need to go up there again?

There's just a couple of
loose ends in the case.

- I wanna clear up a few details.
- I almost went
to the Academy myself.

- Really?
- Yeah.

So the new owners,
they just redid the whole condo?

Yeah, $30,000-worth.

I had to supervise
the whole thing.

Really?

Did you come across
anything in the walls,

microphones, a camera,
anything like that?

Hey, you guys are good.
How'd you know that?

What did you find exactly?

Surveillance cameras
in the living room, kitchen,

two in the bedroom,
one in every bathroom.

Did you leave them installed?

Are you kiddin'?
The guy's wife freaked.

[chuckling]
We pulled 'em all out.

- You got rid of 'em?
- No, we got 'em
in our storage room.

You need them for evidence?

That would be really helpful
to our investigation.

- Well, I'll go get 'em
for you right now.
- Great.

[suspenseful music playing]

There were no drugs
in Grace Rivera's system,

but her blood alcohol was .16.

- She was drunk.
- Mm-hmm.

So she was drinking
before the attack.

We gotta check
all the local bars.

You know how many pubs,
watering holes

and drinking establishments
there are on Federal Hill.

Fifty-six. What else?

What? No, that's it.

- That's it?
- Yeah, the lab came up dry.

The only blood on the victim's
clothes was her own.

No other hair or fibers,
no skin cells, no semen.

That's impossible.

I'm lying to you?

No, she was worked over hard.
There's gotta be some trace.

Falcone,
this isn't even a homicide.

- Why don't you take it up
with the lab?
- [Lewis] Yeah.

Look, I got a woman
that doesn't remember
anything that happened to her.

If I'm gonna make a case,
it's gonna be
on the physical evidence.

Well, I'm telling you
that there isn't any.

We got a lot of bars to cover.

Yeah, 56.

Have fun.

Yeah.

[melodramatic
alt rock song playing]

[*]

I stink, man.

I stink like stale beer
and cigarettes.

I never thought
I'd hate the smell of a bar.

None of the bartenders
could recognize Rivera?

[Lewis] Oh, they recognized her
but ain't nobody
see her last night.

Maybe she wasn't out
in that neighborhood.

Hey Falsone,
if you're thinking about

canvassing every
two-bit saloon in this burg,

you can forget about it,
I quit.

Go ahead,
I got Munch to back me up.

You know, I think
I hear my phone ringing.

Huh.

Detective Falsone,
making progress, I trust?

Absolutely, Lieutenant.

Was the victim able
to make a statement?

[Falsone] No.

What about the previous victims?

They tell you anything?

No.

The recently released
sex offenders,

any of them a possible suspect?

No.

So much for my guarantee.

Grace Rivera is conscious.

Lieutenant McClendon
wants the case.

So let Sex Crimes take the heat.

We have actual
murders piling up.

I can handle the heat,
Lieutenant.

So far, you've handled the heat
of a camp stove.

I'm talking about white-hot
explosions, solar rays,

fireballs bursting
from the face of the sun,

the kind of heat
that would incinerate a man,

his career, instantly.

[exhales sharply]

You just can't help yourself,
can you?

Hey, anyone wanna tag along.

- Pick up a suspect
in the Rivera case?
- What?

I just got a call from
the Philly PD Sex Crimes Unit.

A Ted Ganz was released
from the state pen

in Graterford three months ago.

He served 15 years
for assault and rape.

The woman he beat
suffered permanent brain damage.

[Lewis]
Any reason to believe
Ganz might be in Baltimore?

His mother lives
in Federal Hill.

That's a good enough
reason for me.

Come on.

So, you took Mary
to Café Toulouse

and nothin' happened.

Nothin'.

This baby has temperament.
This baby's stubborn.

I wonder whose gene pool
that comes from.

Hey, Pembleton!
Wait a second, listen.

Your wife's doctor just called.

Mary's
at the Harbor Maternity Ward,

- and she's in labor!
- Hallelujah!

Yeah, she said
if you wanna make the birth,
you better hurry it up.

Right, Frank! I'm gonna drive!

Frank, I'm driving.

[Falsone] Take a look
at these women, Ganz.

Recognize any of 'em?

[Ganz sighs] I seen 'em.

Where?

Around the neighborhood.

You know any of their names?

I know who they are, that's all.

You never talked to them?

They don't talk to me.

They think they're
too good for you, right?

I don't know
what they're thinkin'.

Maybe you try to start up
a conversation and...

they look at you
like you're garbage.

I said, I don't know.

You're not
a good-lookin' guy, Ted.

So what?

So girls don't like
to talk to ugly guys, do they?

I've had women
talk to me before.

You have women up
in Philly talk to you?

I've had girlfriends.

What about the woman you raped
and beat up in Philadelphia?

Was she your girlfriend?

You know,
the thing I don't get is,

if you're gonna rape a girl,
why not do it right.

Finish what you started?

Something wrong
with your equipment?

Maybe he doesn't like women.

Is that it?

You like men, Teddy?

Why don't you ask her?

What's she gonna tell us?

She'll tell you what happened.

She'll tell you she loved it.

I don't think so.

[Ganz] You want me
to say I did her?

I did her.

I worked her over hard.

I wanted her to remember me.

[Ganz groans in pain]

[indistinct]
a good impression, pal.

We showed her your picture.
She didn't recognize your face.

You're nothing, Ganz. A cipher.

You're gonna disappear
into oblivion

like the anonymous
little scum you are.

[tense instrumental playing]

[door shuts]

Her doctor's name is Porter.

Sir, I don't have
any Pembleton on my list.

My wife's having a baby
and you can't tell me
where she is?

I'm checking
if you just give me a second.

Forget about this,
I'll go find her myself.

Excuse me, sir,
You can't go in there.
Visiting hours are over.

Listen, she might have come in
through the emergency room.

- Why don't you check that?
- Hold on.

[exhaling]

[nurse] Yvonne? Yeah.

Do you have a Pembleton, Mary?

Uh-huh.

Okay.

All right, thanks.

She never even made it up here.

She's being prepped
for an emergency C-section
on the seventh floor.

- Seventh floor.
- [Bayliss] See? See?

[nurse] Other set of elevators.
That way.

Mary came in fully dilated,
in spontaneous labor.

- What happened?
- We ran into a complication.

- What happened?
- Placental abruption.

- And what is that?
- It's not uncommon
in post-term pregnancies.

The placenta abrupts away
from the uterine wall.

- Causing fetal distress.
- How's the baby?

We gotta get that baby out, now.

[nurse]
Baby's heart rate is 90.

Okay, call pediatrics.
Get an anesthesiologist
down here.

- Frank?
- I'm here, sweetie.

- Come on, let's move.
- I love you.

- Tell me she's gonna be okay.
- Come on.

Tell me she's gonna be alright.
The baby's gonna be okay.

[nurse] C'mon, let's go.
Baby's heartbeat is 60
and dropping.

- You're gonna have to wait.
- [indistinct]

[nurse]
Is the doctor on his way?

[somber music playing]

Can you explain to me,
Detective Falsone,

what happened
to our key suspect?

- [Lewis] Ganz provoked--
- I didn't ask you!

- [Falsone]
I was interviewing the guy.
- How, with your fist?

You're lucky
you didn't break his jaw.

- Has he signed a confession?
- Not yet, but--

Any halfwit defense attorney

has more than enough
to claim coercion.

- Ganz is guilty though, Gee.
- Prove it!

[Falsone] Listen, Gee.

Don't-- don't tell me
what you're gonna do!

Just show me the evidence!

You two recanvass
the neighborhood

see if anybody
saw Ganz last night.

[Lewis]
What are you gonna do?

Talk to Rivera.

[seller] This is top-of-the-line
equipment, Detective.

Where did you find the camera?

In the wall at a murder scene.

8.7 mm to 87 mm zoom.

Crystal lock synchronization--

- What's the range on that?
- 0 to 360.

You say you found this
at a murder scene?

- Yeah.
- You find the tape,
you find the killer.

Anything that happened
in that room,

this baby would pick it up.

In close-up,
in detail, in living color.

Thanks [indistinct].

[giggling]

You still
don't recognize any of 'em?

No, glad I don't.

You remember anything more
about last night?

Your blood alcohol shows
you were drinking.

I drink every night.

You go to a bar?

Yeah. What about it?

Well, if we can trace
your last steps,

find where you were,
maybe it'll spark your memory.

I told you
I don't remember anything.

Take another shot.

You sure
you don't recognize any of 'em?

[giggling]

Maybe he looks familiar.

I dunno, they all look familiar.

The kind of idiot
that buys you a drink,
so you take him home, hm?

I mean, that's what
you're saying, right?

This creep,
I met him in the bar.

I mean, even if you did,
that doesn't make it your fault.

[Grace sighs] It all
just becomes one big blur.

And it's not being
bashed in the head.

It's 'cause
there's been so many.

They all start to look alike.

I got raped...

and beat up by some loser.

[scoffs]

That's Grace.

Always had lousy luck with men.

Gotta kiss a lot of frogs, huh?

What difference does it make
which one it was?

[sighing]
I'm just trying to do my job.

[exhales sharply] This is sick.

You're sitting here
trying to make me remember

the worst thing
that ever happened to me,

so you can do your job?

You want me to leave?

Yeah, I do.

[Falsone] Okay.

[tense instrumental building]

Hey, I checked
this place already.

That's why it's called
a recanvassing, Lewis,

'cause we're checking it again.

Angela is the bartender,
and Angela would not lie to me.

- You lied to me!
- I had to.

First tell me
you were working last night,
and then you weren't.

- What's up with that?
- [Angela] I needed
a couple hours off.

And Matt covered for me.

Look, I couldn't tell you
before because my boss was here.

He gets really bent when we
start to rearrange the schedule.

This other bartender's name
is Matt what?

- Matt Northrup.
- Does he know Grace Rivera?

Grace? Yeah, sure.
He ran her a tab last night.

Could we see this tab, please?

[bar din]

Damn.

When is Matt working again?

[Angela] He should be back
in about an hour.

Here.

Come on.

- Want a bite?
- No.

Good for you.

Something warm to drink,
something sweet to eat.

It's comfort.

No?

Mary and the baby
are gonna be okay, Frank.

I've never been here before.

What?

Hospital waiting room,

I've never had to wait
in one before.

Well, I was in one when my--

when my father was sick.

And-- and Mary and I waited
when you had your stroke.

Right.

Most people by my age,
they've been here.

Grandparent, a parent,
somebody about to die.

Well, you-- you've been lucky.

Yeah, I've been lucky.

[loud pop music playing]

[Lewis] Matt? Matt!

[Matt] Yeah, that's me.

- That's me.
[Matt] What can I get you?

Excuse me.

We need to talk to you
about Grace Rivera.

She was here last night, right?

I don't know,
I was off last night.

[Lewis] No, that's okay.

Angela told us that
you covered her shift for her.

[Stivers] She also told us
you ran a tab for Grace.

- [Falsone] She was here, right?
- Yeah.

I heard about
what happened to her,

and I'm sick about it.

You seen him last night?

Is this your suspect?

- [Falsone]
He in here last night or not?
- Yeah.

He wanted to buy Grace a drink.

But I kept him away from her.

How soon after she left
did he leave?

Ten, maybe 15 minutes.

I remember thinking
the guy was kind of a jerk.

You think he's the one
that did it, huh?

[Stivers] He's a suspect.

Well, anything I can do.

I'd really like to see
that guy put away.

What happened to your arm?

Ah, my dog bit me.

Man's best friend, right?

[Falsone] I wouldn't know.
I have a cat.

So what time did you leave
the bar last night?

[exhales]
I don't remember. Not sure.

[Lewis] [indistinct].

- You were covering
for Angela, right?
- Yeah.

So did you leave
when she came back,

or did you stay here
till closing time?

I've-- I stayed till closing.

[Falsone]
What time was that exactly?

I don't know exactly.

It's, uh, last call's at 1:45.

I've gotta wait
for all the stragglers to leave,

you know, then I gotta clean up.

So, I don't-- I'm not sure.

- Okay, well, thanks, Matt.
- [Matt] Sure.

- Take care of your bite.
- [Matt] Yup.

It was your dog
that bit you, right?

- Right.
- What kind of dog you got?

It-- I-- A pit bull.

[Lewis] A pit bull?

- [Matt] Yeah.
- I'd be curious to look at that.

[fast-paced
percussion instrumental]

- Hey!
- Gotta love a runner!

[*]

[Falsone] Hey!

[man screams and grunts]

[Lewis] What the hell's
wrong with you, huh?

[Matt groans] Get off of me!

- [Matt groaning]
- Shut up or I'll shoot you.

Probable cause
for a body search, huh?

Damn straight.

Now, this is gonna sting.

[Matt groaning]

Pit bull, my ass.

She bit him.

It's human.
Grace Rivera bit him.

She bit you,
you stupid son of a bitch.

I knew I loved that woman.

I should have been
with her tonight.

You don't know if that would
have made a difference, Frank.

We weren't working a case.

[scoffs] We were on the clock.

When we were working--
when we were working Robbery,

I was home by 6:00 every night.

[Bayliss Right. Right.
Off on the weekends.

Less anxiety, less aggravation.

Yadda, yadda, yadda.

But, Frank, you hated Robbery.

It bored you to tears.

I was bored.

Mary wasn't bored
having her husband across

from the dinner table
every night.

Livie wasn't bored
having a daddy to tuck her in.

So, what?

You're gonna...

quit Homicide?

I'm a husband and a father.

I should have been
with my family, tonight.

[Dr. Porter] Frank.

What is it? How are they?

Mary and your son
are doing fine.

A son? A son.
A son, that's beautiful.

[emotional music playing]

Well, congratulations, Pop.

- A son.
- Yeah.

- Great. Great.
- [Bayliss laughing]

- Can I see her?
- In just a few minutes.

- Great.
- Yeah.

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I really bit him.

Yeah, broke the skin.

So we'll take this impression
of your bite pattern,

and compare it to the mark
on the suspect's arm.

Okay?

If it's a match,
we have evidence to make a case.

I'll put a rush
on the comparison.

Falsone?

Just a minute.

You okay?

You're not gonna ask me
any more questions, are you?

I just want the guy
that did this to you
to be punished.

[exhales sharply]

Some jerk makes a pass.

All you want to do
is get away, but...

you're in your living room,

and you're a little buzzed,
so you have sex anyway.

Sometimes it's easier
than saying no.

So you wake up the next morning,
take a shower,

and try to convince yourself
it doesn't matter.

This is different.

[Grace] Not for me.

If you go looking for revenge,
you gotta admit

that something happened to you.

It wasn't your choice.

You got screwed over.

I can't live
with that image of myself.

Okay.

, you do what you gotta do,

but I'm gonna get out of here
and get on with my life.

All right.

We already know
you're guilty, Northrup.

I want a lawyer.

You're gonna need one.

What's your excuse gonna be?

A lousy childhood?

You got the wrong guy.
It wasn't me.

Then how come you got a chunk
bit out of your arm
courtesy of Grace Rivera?

She's lying.

Lying about what?

It wasn't you,
or it wasn't rape?

I want a lawyer now.

- [Falsone] You want a lawyer?
- Yeah.

You're gonna get a lawyer.

Doesn't matter to me either way.

What I've got on you,
ten lawyers couldn't save
your ass.

He ain't gonna give it up, Gee.

What kind of case can we make?

We've matched
Grace Rivera's bite pattern,

the overall size, dental work,
position of incisors,

to the teeth mark
on Northrup's arm.

- What can that get us?
- I'll see what I can do.

First degree sexual assault,
he could get two to 15.

The man almost beat
a woman to death.

What happened
to assault with intent?

She doesn't remember the attack?

Not so far, no.

I can try, but, uh,

if they refuse a plea,
a trial is too risky.

No offence Julianna,
but you know how hard it is
to build a case

when your only witness
is a medical expert.

Oh, no. A jury falls asleep.
I've seen it myself.

We'll go back in the box.
I'll get a confession.

How, Falsone?
With the back of your hand?

- If I have to.
- I'm not hearing this.

Northrup should be up
for attempted murder, at least.

This is bull!
There's gotta be
something we can do.

There's nothing you can do,
you're off the case.

- Lieutenant--
- Another word,
and you're out of this unit.

I think
he's taking it personal, Gee.

I'm running a Homicide unit.

I don't have time
for personal feelings.

[street din]

[Munch sigs]
You seem kind of blue tonight,
Julianna.

No, not so much blue.

Maybe grey. [chuckles]

- How about some red?
- Mm.

I was just thinking about
Grace Rivera.

Thank you.

That was a rough case.

Her blood alcohol
was .16 when she was attacked.

Yeah, I-- I heard
she'd been drinking.

Nothing's ever
black and white, is it?

Not that her being drunk
in any way excuses

what that bastard
did to her, but...

in some little finger-pointing
corner of my mind,

I can't help thinking that--

that she let herself
be vulnerable.

It could happen to me.

If I were in that condition,

I'd blame myself.

You'd never be
in that condition.

Because there's a difference
between drinking
and being drunk, right?

Well, I'm gonna go on
believing that,

because right now
I'm really not in the mood

to believe anything else.

- I'll drink to that.
- Mm.

[tense percussion instrumental]

[Georgia] They finally
finished Luther's headstone.

I waited months
for the Italian marble.

What do you think?

You want to know
what's on that tape.

Of course you do.

Otherwise, you wouldn't be here.

You're gonna play me
for as long as you can,
aren't you?

Enjoy the game,
Torture the Detective.

Like you enjoyed
torturing my brother.

You didn't show him any mercy.

You didn't make his life
or his death any easier.

Now you're asking that from me?

[Kellerman sighs]
What do you want, Georgia?

What, you gonna blackmail me?

Ruin my career?

You already
tried to have me killed.

[Georgia] If I wanted you dead,
you'd be in the ground already.

I don't know
what I want from you yet.

I haven't decided.

But believe me,
when I do decide,

you'll be the first person
I'll call.

Take care, Detective Kellerman.

- [door shuts]
- [approaching footsteps]

- Got something for me?
- Certainly do. Take a look.

What am I looking at?

It's an enlarged photograph
of Rivera's facial injuries,

the night of her attack.

Yeah, and?

There are hemorrhages.

Pinpoint petechial hemorrhages,

which means
she was minutes away from death.

What good does that do me?

He was strangling her
with the intent to kill.

I testified
in a similar case in Buffalo,

and the prosecutor was able
to use petechial hemorrhages

to get a conviction
of attempted murder.

- Thanks.
- Sure.

Hey, Falsone?

If you just do your job,
you'll prove yourself.

You know, maybe
you don't have to try so hard.

You know,
these guys at Homicide,
they're the best.

And I know
there's some people that think

that coming from Auto,
I can't cut it.

But I'll work twice as hard
if I have to.
This is where I belong.

Well, you're a good detective.

Yeah.

See you later, Cox.

Excuse me.

Doctor.

Grace Rivera, she changed rooms?

- You didn't get the message?
- What message?

Grace died.

- About an hour ago.
- Wh-- what?

The hematoma erupted.

She had massive
hemorrhaging to the brain.

They rushed her
back into surgery,
but she didn't make it.

Oh, okay.

[melancholic rock song playing]

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[*]

[Munch] Kellerman,
I thought you stopped drinking.

What, are you my mother?

Jim Beam.

[Munch sighs]

Maybe it's none of my business,
but something going on?

Yeah, something's going on.

Well, I'm your partner.
Can I help?

No, I got it under control.

Okay.

[*]

See you, John.

[melancholic
rock song continues]

[rock music fades]

[theme music playing]