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[Bayliss] What am I missing?

What am I missing?

What am I missing?

[mysterious music playing]

[Lewis]
Release the body, Bayliss.

So, you're saying you don't
like, uh, Camden Yards?

No, man, it-- it's just the idea
of Memorial Stadium

suddenly empty

like-- like a mute monument
to the Colts.

- What do you wanna do with it?
- Flood it.

What can you tell me?

Picture Memorial Stadium,
a giant aquatic theme park.

I don't know.
I don't know, Meldrick.

I can still remember Dave
McNally on that mound in '66.

[Munch]
You know, I live near Memorial.

Used to be on game day,
if I had a party,

there was no place
for my guests to park.

When did you ever
have a party on game day?

Let's go, Bayliss.

Can we, uh,
check with the neighbors?

Yeah.
Get statements from all of them.

We walked the alley,
we walked the yard.

Nothing left for us to do here.

Why don't you just
get the morgue wagon

and go ahead
and we'll get out of here?

I want specimens, all right?

Bayliss, it has been
raining all night.

Any blood sample's washed away
before forensics got here.

- We gotta be quick.
- No, I'm missing something here.

- [rat squeaks]
- Whoa! Whoa!

Whoa! Look at that thing.

Look at the size
of that monster!

- [Munch] Big enough to ride!
- We can have a rodeo.

Rats everywhere!

We need the Pied Piper guy,
we need Siegfried and Roy.

- Get away!
- [rat squeaks]

Quit staring at me,
you cheese-eating gerbil!

- You disease-ridden hamster!
- [Lewis] John.

You lice-infected
stack of slime!

- John!
- What?

You're yelling at a rat, man.

You guys still here?

Johnny...

Tim.

It's time to move
the body inside.

Release the body.

[theme music playing]

[children chanting]

[knocking on door]

[knocking on door]

[lock clicking]

Baltimore Police Department.

My daughter.

You found her?

- No! [sobbing]
- My God...

[Bayliss] I'm sorry.

[Mrs. Watson] How?

She was, uh,

stabbed in an alleyway
that was right near here.

[sobbing]

- This-- I can't do it, man.
- What do you mean
you can't do it?

'Cause [indistinct]
go ahead and do it.

Go ahead and do it.

Raeshaun.

Ma'am, if you wouldn't mind,
we're gonna need you to, uh,

c-- come with us and to make
a positive identification.

And, uh...

...if it's at all, uh, possible,
we're gonna need you to, uh--

we're gonna need
your cooperation.

Okay. I'll, uh...

just get my, um...

[*]

[Mrs. Watson screams]

[Mrs. Watson sobbing]

I hate this!

[sobbing continues]

[*]

[office din]

- More men. You need more help.
- Help is good.

I'm sending you five detectives
from narcotics

and seven from vice.

Can they bring along
their desks?

You were Adena's teacher
from January until when...

What time did she leave
the library?

- Hey, Crosetti!
- Yeah?

The problem is these damn sex
offenders multiply like amoebas!

- Split in half...
- Look who just got released.

Adison, remember him?
Career rapist?

Oh, did he have a tattoo
on his Johnson?

- Yeah, "Mother."
- Adena died in the yard she was
laying, that's where she died.

She didn't die in a back yard.

She was killed some place else
and dumped where you found her.

Anybody with half a pea brain
wouldn't risk carrying a corpse
around back there, look.

This whistling
sound that I hear,

is that the cavern
where your brain used to be?

What you don't risk is killing
her out in the open there.

Okay, genius.

Is the death
of Adena Keisha Watson

the work of a serial killer?

Five women have been
killed in the northwest vicinity

over the last four months.

That's an unsolved slaying
every three weeks.

We do not have a serial killer.

Those deaths
are totally unrelated.

- We can only hope you're right.
- I am right.

This is Griselda Battel
at police headquarters.

Back to you, Jim.
Can I buy you a drink?

Uh, give me a rain check.

[indistinct conversations]

We're still trying
to find you a desk.

It's kind of embarrassing
when the detective

in charge of
the investigation has to stand.

Yeah.

Good old
practical homicide, huh?

Yeah, I'm just, uh-- you know,

making sure that I'm--
I'm taking all the right steps.

Mm-hmm. Follow the book.

Follow your gut.

I'm on a plane,
and they serve lunch.

[Munch] Lunch? Really?
From Detroit to Baltimore?

Yeah, I'm trying to eat my salad
from that little plastic cup.

And the lady
sitting next to me says...

"Some of the men I know
think it's perverse,

but I like to make love
iguana style."

Jeez.

I'm paralyzed.
I don't know what to say.

There, I--
I was like-- I'm frozen

with my fork halfway
through my fingers-- my mouth.

Iguana style, huh?

That's what she said.

I never heard of that,
iguana style.

- Officer Thormann.
- You guys beat ambo here.

I wasn't sure
whether to call you,

knowing the heat
on that little girl.

Nice trees, beautiful lawn.

Now, this is
the place for a murder.

- Who's on the ballot?
- Uh, Doohen, Thomas Doohen.

Uh, he's on the floor
upstairs, dead,

and his wife claims
it was a heart attack.

- Would you like to live here?
- Taxes.

This is Mrs. Doohen.

Widow Doohen.

[Bolander]
My condolences, ma'am.
Can you tell us what happened?

[Mrs. Doohen]
We were discussing where to go

on our 60th anniversary when--

when--

he just snapped
like a twig on a cold day.

- Did he have
a history of heart trouble?
- No.

Chris, you better call
a coroner.

- [Thormann] I'd hold off.
- Why?

- He's not dead.
- I'm not dead.

- [Mrs. Doohen] Not dead?
- What the hell is going on?

- [Mrs. Doohen] Not dead?
- Where's that slut?

He's not dead!

- Oh!
- Oh.

You can't do this to me.
Die, you bastard, die!

- [Mr. Doohen] You first, bitch!
- You stopped breathing.

Thormann, Munch,
let's get out of here

and leave these people in peace.

- Die, you bastard, die!
- [Mr. Doohen] I'll take you
to Paris.

I'll take you to the sewer.

I'll put your face down
in the slime.

- Maybe you'd better stay.
- [Mrs. Doohen] ...die!

- I'll go to Paris without you!
- [Mr. Doohen] Oh!

[Pembleton] Dr. Blythe.

Dr. Blythe, Tim Bayliss.

You let them move
the body too soon.

I thought that everyone
had gotten done with her,

including your people.

This is your first case,
isn't it?

[Bayliss] Yes.

Her temperature
should have been taken

with an internal thermometer
at the murder site.

Now the only thing
I can tell you

is that she's been dead
for at least 12 hours.

Now, I give lectures twice
a year at the police academy.

Try to catch one.

- Hey, Frank.
- Hey, how you doing?

Um, we know she disappeared

about 36 hours
before her body was found.

And you're telling me
she was alive

up until the last
12 hours of that period?

So what I'm wondering is, uh,

could she have been
held prisoner or...

- We'll see if this helps.
It's what was in her stomach.
- What is that?

It's a fully digested meal
of spaghetti and meatballs,

followed by a partially digested
meal of hot dogs

and what is probably sauerkraut.

Yeah, I called Adena's school
and got the menu

for her last day
of class, Tuesday.

Spaghetti and meatballs.

[Pembleton] So her last meal
was hot dogs and sauerkraut.

[Lewis] All I gotta do is
find the man who fed it to her.

You got a cause of death?

Flagrant overkill.
She was strangled like this.

Most likely with
a piece of cord or rope.

Then she was disemboweled
with a sharp instrument,

probably a serrated
kitchen knife.

And she also sustained
six deep wounds

to the chest and abdomen.

Was she raped?

There's a fresh laceration
in the vagina,

but the swabs
came up negative for semen.

So she could have been molested
with an object of some sort.

My guess, a pipe or bottle.

Hmm.

As you can see,
there's a tiny
heart-shaped earring

present in one lobe
and not in the other.

I-- I'll call her mother to see
if Adena was wearing both.

Okay.

You got anything
you want to add, Bayliss?

Face of an angel.

Hey, Crosetti.

While you were on your way
back from the morgue,

I got a list of the stores
near the crime scene

that sell hot dogs
and sauerkraut.

Let's go check them out.

- I think I know who did it.
- Who?

- Jeff Davis.
- Who's that,
one of the neighbors?

Jefferson Davis,
the president of the Confederate
States of America.

Now, you still trying to figure
out who whacked Abe Lincoln?

I told you
we could solve this thing.

[sighs] You got
a one-track mind, Crosetti.

Jefferson Davis plotted
the assassination of Lincoln

as a last-ditch effort
to further the Southern cause.

You got a one-track mind,
leads to an empty depot.
Give me the keys.

The Confederate representatives
of Canada knew exact details

of the Lincoln assassination
in February '65.

How come?

I don't know,
and I don't want to know.

Sanford Conover of
the Confederate War Department,

he had a meeting
with John Surratt in Richmond

sometime between
April 6th and April 9th.

Now, how come?

I don't know,
and I don't want to know.

That's your problem.
You don't have a world view.

I do have a world view.

If you had a world view,
you would see that by solving

the mystery behind
this one little conspiracy,

it could tell us
something about
the entire human condition.

Everything man does
is a conspiracy.

You have been reading
too many book excerpts.

There is life
beyond homicide, Meldrick.

- [Munch] Jeez.
- [Bolander] Now, we're in the
last row of the plane, right?

- Right.
- And the John's right there.

So, she-- she gets up,
she goes in.

- She closes the door.
- Mm-hm.

But you know that little sign
that comes on that says,
"Occupied"?

[Munch] Right.

Now I wait, I wait, I wait.

It still says "Vacant."

[Munch] Well, she wanted you
to follow her in there.

I realized that much.

Well, did you?

No.

- No?
- No.

Iguana style, huh?

[Bolander] I should have
never gotten divorced.

[officer speaking
on police radio]

Officer Thormann.

I want you guys to know

that I hung around
until the Doohens calmed down.

It's unusual, twice in one day,

to respond to a call
from the same uniform.

It's probably even more unusual
to respond twice in one day

to the same murder.

Where's the stiff?

This time he's really dead.

[Mrs. Doohen]
Sixty years of abuse.

Mental abuse,
moral abuse, immoral abuse.

All I wanted was to go
to Paris for my anniversary.

Ten days.

Ten good days in one lifetime.

Is that asking too much?

You know how your husband's body
got down into the cellar?

[Mrs. Doohen]
Sometimes he'd make those
little mouse-y sounds.

[imitating Mr. Doohen]

I'd beg him to stop. Not him.

We have 16 rooms.

And he's too cheap
to hire a cleaning lady to help.

- Mrs. Doohen.
- Widow Doohen.

I know what it's like to be
trapped in a miserable marriage.

The only thing that
we're trying to find out here

is whether your husband
was dead before

or after he got down
in the cellar.

You leave.

He stands there snarling,

calling me names.

And then, bang,

he falls flat on his face again.

So, I shoved him down the cellar

and prayed he wouldn't survive.

Ten good days. That's all I ask.

- Mrs. Doohen?
- Widow Doohen.

If your marriage
was so terrible,

why'd you stay together
for sixty years?

We made a promise
we wouldn't get divorced

until after
all the children were dead.

Oh, pardon me,
my esteemed Lieutenant.

Where, indeed, is all this extra
help we've been told to get?

This is a red ball point game.
First few hours, everyone's
around to take the credit.

After that, they make sure
they're not around

to get the blame.

Tim.

Did the book say anything about

getting the unit together,
pulling information in?

Sure.

Well, don't you think now
would be a good time to do that?

You're right.

Right. Yo, everybody.
The coffee light's lit.

- Detective Howard.
- Hey, Danvers.

I thought you were
in court today.

I was, briefly.

Can I talk to you
for a moment, in private?

Something go wrong
with the Chiltern case?

The witness started
hemming and hawing,

so the judge
tossed out the case.

The grand jury indicted him.

How would they indict
when I have to convict?

As an assistant
state's attorney,

I have every intention
of maintaining

a better-than-average
conviction rate,

so that one--

one day,
in the not-too-distant future,

I can come to rest in
a better-than-average law firm.

- Preferably an LA law firm.
- Oh, we're gonna miss you.

Okay, forget about
the Chiltern case.

On Monday,
I'm gonna request an indictment

of Ralph Fenwick for
the murder of Agnes Saunders.

This-- this is
the weakest homicide case

I've ever had
the misfortune to prosecute.

Danvers, don't get me wrong,
I'm fascinated by your career,

but we got a red ball going on,
and you got enough on Ralph
Fenwick to get a conviction.

Wish I had your confidence.

Unless you give me
something more substantial,

a better witness,
or the murder weapon,

or a confession,

I'm going to
the defense attorney and hope
to hell I can convince him

to swallow manslaughter
with only five years suspended.

Ralph Fenwick
murdered Agnes Saunders.

Prove it.

Adena attended
Eutaw-Marshburn Elementary

from the age of three
until the present.

Uh, she never missed a class.

She was a majorette

and a member
of the student council,

and her goal
was to be a great dancer.

Bayliss, Bayliss, Bayliss.

We're here about death,
not life.

[Felton] Adena gets home from
school at 3:00 p.m. on Tuesday.

Is out of the house by 3:30.

Where's my Tasty King?
I asked for a Tasty King.

[Felton] Adena tells her mom
she's heading to the library,

which is four blocks away.

So why does she need
45 minutes to go four blocks?

[Crosetti] I'll tell you why,
because she stops next door.

She stops to get a girlfriend
to go with her to the library,

but then
her mother nixes the idea.

So she stays
at the girlfriend's house

for, like, a half hour,

and then Adena
goes to the library.

That brings her there
right on schedule.

[Howard]
She walks into the library,

grabs a couple of books,

checks them out,
and walks into the daytime bus.

And disappears.

She was murdered and moved.
That's a gimme.

Whoever grabbed her was
probably from the neighborhood.

He got her
off the street midday.

That means he knew her.

[Lewis] Did a computer scan
of 16 row houses

on the north side of that block.

More than half to four dozen
occupants had multiple priors,

seven of them
for sex offenses and rapes.

- What?
- [Felton] Whoa!

That's a lot of perverts
for one block.

You know, I think
they got a special zoning rule.

[Munch laughs]

Let's start with
the seven convicted rapists.

Is that okay, Tim?

Yeah, right.

Gee, gee,
my esteemed lieutenant.

I have a special feel
for this case, give it to me.

- Bayliss is the primary.
- Yeah, Bayliss is a kid.

At the crime scene,
he was indecisive.

At the autopsy,
he was squeamish.

And there right now,
he was useless.

- Give the case to me, Gee.
- He'll get the job done.

Thank you,
my esteemed lieutenant.

Bayliss.

[Bayliss] Yeah, Lieutenant.

Reach inside
and answer me honestly.

Can you or can you not
handle the Adena Watson case?

- I can handle the case.
- Then show me some cojones.

- What are you talking about?
- Perception, Bayliss, perception.

You act like a wuss,
they'll take you for a wuss.

Every time you make a step,
I want to see lightning
come out of your butt.

Look, I can do the job,
all right?

I'm just getting
a little bit sick and tired

of everyone's attitude here.

An 11-year-old girl
is butchered,

I'm expected to find the killer,
and I don't even have a desk!

A desk?

Is that all you can think about?

There's your desk.

Now I want to see lightning.

[office din]

Thank you.

Channel 3 has learned
that the primary investigator

in the Adena
Keisha Watson killing

has never been in charge
of a murder case before.

In fact, he is a man who
doesn't even merit his own
desk.

Why has this man,
with no prior experience,

been chosen to crack our city's
most notorious slaying?

- He has a desk.
- [Barnfather] He's a novice.

He's qualified
to be the primary.

That's pure speculation
on your part.

"Command belongs to the officer
who answers the initial call."

That's the book,
that's the procedure.

[Barnfather]
Switch the assignments around.

- I can't do that, Sir.
- What do you mean, you can't?

That would be cutting Bayliss
off at their knees.

We might as well send him back
to the Mayor's office

with security detail to do that.

Don't fight a range war
with a water pistol.

Bring up your heavy guns.

Saddle up the great
white steed and charge.

What's most important
is to restore public confidence.

We've got to come up
with some kind of tactic,

some visual event that
the media will glue them on to.

A showing of the colors

to demonstrate
that the Baltimore City PD

is going to take a stand
on Kirk Avenue.

Start by replacing that rookie.

That rookie, Sir,
is going to surprise us all.

And those sneakers, Lieutenant,
are not part of the dress code.

- [Blythe] Oh, hiya.
- [Bolander] Dr. Blythe.

We're here on case 210,
Doohen, Thomas.

We want to determine
the responsibility
of the wife's, if any.

Well, it smells
like homicide to me,

but I won't have any news
until the morning.

Detective Lewis says
you tend to have crabs.

I mean--
I mean at the restaurant.

He said that was your favorite.

[Blythe]
Yeah, they remind me of Sydney.

- Your ex-husband?
- And of my hometown.

Australia.

I wasn't aware my personal life

interested you,
Detective Bolander.

Oh, you know, it's, uh...

coffee room talking.

In the future,
if you have any questions

about the intimate details
of my life,

don't be afraid to ask.

To ask me.

I-- I wasn't prying.

Okay, um,
we'll see you tomorrow.

[Munch] Thank you, Doc.

Crabs?

Why doesn't a woman like that
ever come on to me?

She just did.

Here are the interviews of
Adena's classmates and teachers,

her friends and neighbors,
her daily routine and habits,

her interest in boys
and their interest in her.

- [Bayliss] Good.
- [Felton] Bayliss, Bayliss.

Of our seven perverts,
four are in jail,

two have alibis, and one

is actually
the perfect guy for you.

I'm going home.

Tomorrow I'm going to nail
the Agnes Saunders case.

Well, what about Clarence?
Don't you want his number?

[Lewis] Just chill
on the Lincoln thing.

Just chill on the Lincoln thing!

Booth was probably hired
as a hitman by Davis.

We rechecked every vacant house

and every vacant store
within a five-block radius.

No crimes seen, Bayliss.

So you don't think that she was
killed in the neighborhood?

No, no, no, she had to be
killed within a one

or two-block radius
of where we found her.

I mean, why would you
kill her somewhere else
and bring her back there?

Right, right, right, because
at that hour in the morning,

someone carrying a bloody body
wouldn't want to travel too far.

Yeah, well,
maybe someone brought the body
back to the alley in a car.

Then you go back
to asking yourself, why the guy,

if he's already
got her in the car,
would bring her to an alley

where anyone who's looking out
from a window could see him?

Why not just
bury her in the woods?

Look, I didn't rat you out
to Griselda Battel.

- I didn't say you did.
- No, no, hang on, hang on.

I know Battel.
I exchange information
with her once in a while.

- She's a good source.
- I bet.

Frank, listen,
I need to get the, uh,

skinny on that arabber
that Adena used to work for.

- [Lewis] What's an arabber?
- Arabbers are those guys

that push the vegetable
carts through the city.

- Yeah, a-rabber.
- [Crosetti] Arabber.

Okay, so-- so in my hood,
they call them a-rabber.

- What up with that?
- It's an arabber.

Look, they're not even Arabians.

Honestly, why do you always
got [indistinct]?

- Why do you always question me?
- Guys, come on.

Here it is.
I already checked him out.
He's nothing.

[Bayliss]
Well, now, Mrs. Watson told me

that she had Adena stop working
for this guy after school

because this guy was getting
a little too friendly
with her daughter.

Would you believe me on this
one, Bayliss, he's harmless.

He's got a record
that goes back ten years.

Assault, disorderly.
Why don't you go there?

You check out
his horse barn, his apartment

as possible crime scenes.

Maybe because
it's a waste of my time.

[Bayliss] Maybe. [sighs]

But I'm the primary
on this case, Frank.

[indistinct shouting]

[indistinct shouting]

Hey, man! Check that out!
[indistinct]. Are they lost?

[indistinct].

What the hell
are they doing around here?

[indistinct shouting]

[indistinct]
help around here, man?

Y'all need some
help [indistinct]?

All good.

Ready? Run!

At ease.

- Bayliss, right?
- Yes, sir.

I'd like to say a few words.

Of course,
right after I'm finished.

We're here to search
for physical evidence.

A rope, a wire,

a knife, any blunt object
or traces of blood.

We're also looking for a small,
heart-shaped gold earring.

Now, go slowly.
Check every inch of the ground.

If you find something,
anything, don't move it.

Call me or Detective Crosetti
right there

or Detective Lewis.

And also, ask questions.

There's no such thing
as a stupid question.

At least for right now,
we're gonna pretend there isn't.

Let me tell you
what happened last night.

- [Felton] Is this about sex?
- No.

- [Felton] Forget it.
- I'm lying in bed.

- W-- What were you wearing?
- Stop it.

The room was dark.
I'm alone, asleep.

I heard a voice.
The voice of Agnes Saunders.

Our murder victim,
Agnes Saunders?

Yeah, or her ghost spirit.

Yeah, I know, you think
it sounds crazy, right?

- Yeah.
- Well, I know what I heard.

Howie, you're my partner,
you're my friend.

- Cut the crap.
- I'm serious, Beau.

- Agnes' voice.
- Yeah.

Just the voice
or the rest of her?

Only the voice.

Although I may have observed

a vacillating penumbra
in the shape of lips.

The television was off?

Television was off,
radio was off,

CDs were nestled
all snug in their rack.

- What about your neighbors?
- On vacation.

- A ghost.
- Not a ghost.

- The ghost, Agnes Saunders.
- Uh-huh.

So tell me, how is good old
Agnes doing these days?

Ticked off.

She wants
Ralph Fenwick to walk the mile.

So would I if he blew
my brains up with a .45.

She also told me
where the murder weapon is.

[whispers] Agnes.

Oh, Agnes. [indistinct].

[Howard grunts]

[door clicks open, shuts]

It's not here.

[Felton]
Gee, Howie, that's a surprise.

She told me
the gun was in the trailer.

Why would Agnes lie to me?

You know, it's bad enough
when living witnesses lie,

but when the dead ones start...

Maybe I heard her wrong.

You're under a lot of pressure
to keep your streak going.

What do you say
you get some rest?

Beau,

I heard Agnes' voice
as clearly as I'm hearing yours.

Let's just go get a cold beer.
Come on.

You can take your beer.
I don't want your beer.

And you can take your attitude.

If you can't accept
what I experience,

that's your problem, not mine.

Hey, don't get pissy with me

just because you're having
a nervous breakdown.

[Howard] Some things in life
can't be explained.

Some things
transcend normal logic.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait up.

I got an idea.
Let's go roust Fenwick.

Been down that road 20 times,
he's not gonna confess.

Maybe not.

But according to his neighbors,
he hasn't been sleeping lately.

Maybe Agnes visited him, too.

- I gotta go.
- You're not gonna eat?

I cannot do that.

- Capisci?
- Capisci.

Your bosses
took away your appetite.

- And my will to live.
- [Bolander] Right.

- I got this. It's on me.
- It's about time.

[Munch, indistinct]

- Munch?
- Yes, sir.

Yeah.

- I was divorced,
what, a month ago?
- Yeah.

- I was faithful
every day for 20 years.
- Yeah.

I haven't had a date in decades.

- So tell me, huh?
- About what?

You know.

- Dr. Blythe.
- You wanna take her out?

- I sent her flowers, right?
- Flowers?

Well, I sent flowers to my wife
before she was my wife.

Well, look how that turned out.

Flowers are a needless expense
in today's market.

You tell her
what's on your mind,

she tells you what's on hers.

What's on her mind?

Probably sex.

Maybe she knows
what iguana style is.

Ah, Dr. Blythe?

[laughs] No way.

Big man, how old are you?

48.

Approximately.

You know, getting some
is a national pastime.

You just have to be careful.

- Age?
- Yeah.

- And date rate.
- Me?

Just make sure
she makes the first move.

- Yeah.
- Can't be too careful.

I tell you, it's a dumb idea

having a bunch of recruits
graze through a crime scene.

Well, they say I'm in charge.
I'm not.

Okay, here's what
we got so far, dig in.

We got, uh,
three kitchen knives.

They're too rusty and dented

to have killed somebody
this week.

There's crack vials,
there's needles,

various pieces of clothing,
even child's clothing.

But nothing to do with Adena.

There's no, uh, rope,
no wire, no earrings.

[Lewis] Uh-oh. Here we go.
Here we go. Here we go.

Here goes Griselda Battel
and her mad dog news team.

You are about to meet
Godzilla Battel.

[Howard]
How you been sleeping, Ralph?

Been sleeping good?

A simple man
comes home in the evening,

wondering what's for supper.

Complex man comes home,

pondering the imponderables
of fate.

An enlightened man comes home,

- wondering what's for supper.
- [Felton] What the hell
is he talking about?

We heard you haven't slept
a wink since you killed Agnes.

You shot her, Fenwick, admit it.

Only in the last 2,000 years

has man been able
to perceive the color blue.

- [Howard] Oh, yeah?
- Blue appears nowhere in
the Iliad or the Old Testament.

[Howard] It's only gonna
get worse from here.

Because if you ever
do manage to drift off,

I'll be your wake-up call.

I'll come rapping at your door.

And your conscience
is gonna gnaw at you.

Gnaw at you like a--

Like a...

- Chipmunk.
- Yeah, like a chipmunk.

Because that's
what you are, Fenwick,

a lying, murdering rodent.

Why is Iowa the Midwest
and Israel the Mideast?

All right,
you wanna play it that way?

You go right ahead,
but I'm gonna find that gun,

and you, my friend,
are going to jail.

- [Howard exclaims]
- [Felton] Whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

You damage his vehicle,
we're gonna be filling out
forms until we retire.

He killed her. I know it.

Go home and get some rest.

We'll re-interview
the witnesses.

- Maybe they forgot something.
- Kay.

I'm your partner,
and I'm your friend.

- Go home.
- Yeah.

Chipmunk?

...pushing it, but you are not
seeing the facts!

- If you would see this--
- Stop!

Hold on, I'm the sap who'll have
to prosecute this case
if it goes to court.

Now, I don't know
which of you to believe,

did Jessie Doohan
kill Thomas Doohan?

- Yes.
- No.

Thank you for once again
clarifying the answer.

With all due respect
to Dr. Blythe,

Thomas Doohan did not die
of a criminal action.

- He had a heart attack.
- [Dr. Blythe] Twice.

The second time, the wife
let him writhe on the floor
and left him to die.

She didn't even
call an ambulance.

Neglect is not homicide.

- I'm saying
she accelerated the death.
- How?

The fibers and bruises tell me

that she pulled him down
a long flight of stairs,

dragged him
across the kitchen floor,

and then threw him
down the cellar stairs.

Determination
is also not homicide.

- It is if she knew he was alive.
- She said he was alive.

How are you going to
trust the perception

of an 80-year-old woman?

Why are you defending her?

She was in a miserable marriage
for a lot of years.

Oh, come on. So was I.

But when I realized
the trouble I was in, I got out.

I didn't get even.

She may have wanted
her husband dead,

but she didn't kill him.

I'm afraid death by cellar
stairs isn't going to play.

Not with
the married jurors, anyway.

- She's guilty.
- I disagree.

Well, the medical examiner,
not the state's attorney,

not the police, decides
if a death is labeled homicide.

And don't pursue it.

But Thomas Doohen
is going to stay on the board,

in red, under your name forever.

Where's Bayliss?

Around.

Around. Great. Around.

What a dope.

Then why you indict him for?

Because if this crime
ain't solved in 72 hours,

it ain't going to get solved.

'Cause in a week, maybe 10 days,

the bosses, the administration,
the media, the public,

nobody's going to know
Adena Watson's name, that's why.

- Who are you telling?
- Frank, what are you doing here?

I thought I asked you
to check out the arabber's
house and barn.

- It's done.
- [Bayliss] Yeah?

Detective Bayliss!

[Bayliss]
It looks like coagulated blood.

There's some strands
of hair here.

[Pembleton]
Uh, put that in there.

- Good work.
- [Battel] What's that?

- What's what?
- Uh, the piece of metal.

Look, Griselda,
you want to do us a favor
and keep that out of your film?

- What is it?
- Um...

Come on, hey,
turn this thing off, all right?

- I'm not authorized to say.
- You're Bayliss, huh?

Yeah, if you put this on,
it's going to screw us over.

Okay. Jeez.

Hold it until I hear from you.

And I better hear
long before any other reporter.

- You will.
- I need it from the primary.

- You'll hear it first.
- [Battel] Mm.

If you go around
the corner to Greenmont Avenue,

there's a carry-out store there.

The woman who runs it has
something important to tell you.

Was this something
she told you already?

[Battel] Yes, and I'm not
going to use that either.

Until you say I can.

[Bayliss] You want to give me
hints to what she said to you?

She knows who the murderer is.

There you are.

You're supposed to be
at home, asleep.

- I was. Agnes showed again.
- [scoffs]

- That's one pushy ghost.
- Evidently.

Fenwick moved the murder weapon,
she didn't notice.

What with her adjusting
to a higher plane of existence,

she's probably got
a lot going through her mind.

[singing
"Casper The Friendly Ghost"]

[Crosetti] Kay, don't worry
about seeing ghosts.

My Aunt Providenza,
she saw a ghost.

What she saw,
my Uncle Gaetano's slipper move.

Oh, and while
you're digging up evidence,

if you could just do me
one small favor.

See if you can maybe
dig me up some water.

Just enough to--
to fill up Memorial Stadium.

You know
how you're always saying,

"Oh, you're such a good partner,

you're such a good friend."

I don't think
you're much of either.

[Felton] Hey, hey, hey, it ain't
over 'til the fat boy sings.

The Boston police used mystics
in their big strangler case.

The FBI,
a seer to find Patty Hearst.

The LAPD, to catch the Hillside
Strangler, used a medium.

You know, I heard-- I heard
that Hitler used an astrologer.

I heard that-- that he--
the whole war was won

by what this astrology
would say, right?

So the British Secret Service,
they-- they heard about this.

So they slapped together
a whole platoon of astrologers

to find out what Hitler's
astrologer was telling them.

Me, I don't believe any of it.

Unless, of course,
maybe it works.

- That was deep.
- That was very deep.

- What are you reading?
- The paper.

I mean underneath the paper.

Nothing, just, uh...

looking at the paper.

Well, I'm sure glad
I didn't send her those flowers.

- Okay, everything
turns out for the best.
- I sent the flowers.

[sighs] I mean, a guy my age
making goo-goo eyes,

that's flat out pathetic.

Who'd you send flowers to?

- Dr. Blythe, in your name.
- I'll gut you.

Uh-uh.

I couldn't have you
walking around here

like a zombie,
so I sent flowers.

She's just gonna stomp on them.

No way, man,
she called to thank you.

- Bull.
- Yeah, now it's your turn.

To what?

Call her up
and ask her for a date.

[scoffs]
All right, all right, yeah.

[sighs]

Tomorrow.

- [Munch] I have her number.
- I gotta go to the bathroom.

It's not in there.

One of the rape charges
against him

was a 14-year-old girl.

That was 15 years ago,
he wasn't convicted.

Well, he profiles strong,
lives alone

within walking distance
where Adena was found,

doesn't own a car.

Yeah, but
we checked his apartment.

There was no evidence
found to link him to the crime.

No rope, no knife,
no traces of blood, nothing.

[Bayliss]
No, he knows the neighborhood.
He knows what places are empty.

- He could have used one of them.
- Yeah, Bayliss, but we checked
every vacant space.

There was no trace of blood
in any of them.

Okay, listen,
according to the woman

at the carry-out store,

he knew that Adena was dead

before nine o'clock
in the morning.

That's before
anyone else knew it.

[Lewis]
Oh, what is he doing now?

Believe me, Masius is the guy.

[Pembleton]
Okay, let's check him out.

- How you doing, W.J.?
- [groans] Awful.

- How did you know Adena Watson?
- Who?

The little child who was killed.

Oh, I didn't know her.
I heard of her.

- What'd you hear?
- Mm.

- What'd you hear?
- [Masius mumbling]

Just killed... [grunts]

You ever been arrested, W.J.?

Ever been accused
of molesting a child, W.J.?

[groaning] I can't say.

Innocent. What--

How did you know
the body of Adena Watson

was in that backyard?

I wanna go home.

How did you know the child
was in the backyard, W.J.?

Arm--

Armbruster said so.

- Okay.
- [Masius mumbling]

- What was that, Armbruster?
- Armbruster, Armbruster.

The couple who found Adena
in their backyard.

Damn!

Cut him loose.
Masius is not the guy.

[Bayliss] Okay. Okay.

Uh, Crosetti.

I want you to dig out
the original

missing persons report
that Mrs. Watson filed.

Maybe there's something in there
that she didn't tell us about.

Lewis, I want you to go through
all the clothing again.

Maybe there's some trace
evidence that we missed out on.

Pembleton, I want you

to speak with
that librarian face-to-face.

Find out what Adena's mood was.
Was she nervous?

Was she anxious?
Happy? I don't know. Whatever.

Any questions?

[Giardello] Tim.

- How's it going?
- Well, Masius didn't do it.

But I'm working
a few other angles.

Lieutenant,
listen, you went balls out

with the bosses for me.

I appreciate that,

and I swear
I will crack this sucker.

- I swear on it.
- Tim.

This will go down.

These things just take time.

Yeah.

Agnes?

[grunts softly]

Agnes?

- [phone rings]
- [gasps]

Okay. Howard.

Drop the gun!

What do you say, Ralphie boy?

No words of wisdom tonight?

Hey, Beau, how did you know
where he had the gun hidden?

- I got a tip.
- From who?

Sorry. A secret.

What do you mean, a secret?
Beau!

Hey, Howie,
wasn't it you that said

certain phenomena
can't be explained?

I got my source,
you got your ghosts.

Hey, you know earlier
that I was mad at you, right?

And I didn't mean
those things I said.

You are a good friend,
you're a good partner, huh?

- Thanks, Kay.
- And you're also a putz.

- Come on, what do you mean?
- Okay, okay, okay.

I used scientific research,
deductive reasoning,

past experience, of course.

And, uh, when all three
of those failed...

I used these.

- Tarot cards?
- They worked.

And that's why I think

that crime is
on the rise in Baltimore.

- Crabs?
- Chromium.

The bay is filled with chromium.

The crabs, they live in the bay,
and then the poor people,

they-- they harvest
the crabs off the pier.

People gotta eat.

I know people gotta eat,
I'm well aware of that fact.

What I'm saying, though,
is if they're gonna eat crabs
with chromium in them,

it's gonna affect their brains
and they commit crimes.

So what you're saying is,
unanswered questions

are actually statements of fact,

like the Lincoln assassination.

- [Lewis] Oh, boy.
- [Crosetti] I love this guy.

Now I know why you brought him.

- Steve was my sergeant,
Southern.
- That's thrilling.

See, I, for one,
am not concerned
with the water in the bay,

because the water
in my aquatic theme park

will be clear
and clean and pure.

Where are you gonna
get this water,

the men's room
in Yankee Stadium?

[all laugh]

You see,
I don't subscribe to the theory

that there's
no clean water on this planet.

I mean, if that was the case,

where would they get
water for, um,

I don't know,
say, water coolers,
now answer me that.

- You got me.
- See?

What's he got going?

[Munch] He's an Epcot Center
of Human Emotions.

Disney World of the Human Heart.

[Lewis] Now, see, the beauty
of this thing is,

even if the state
doesn't want to get involved

in my plan
to flood Memorial Stadium,

we can still go ahead
with these things.

All we need is a giant hole.

A giant hole, like a quarry?

Yeah, a giant hole
like a quarry, sure.

My wife just inherited a quarry.

- Jerry Quarry.
- [Crosetti laughs]

- I love this guy.
- [Howard] What's this?

A peace offering. From him.

You think we should
invite him over?

He gave us beer,
Howard, not a kidney.

[all laugh]

- Should we check it for cyanide?
- [Lewis] Maybe.

[group singing
"Spanish Ladies"]

[muffled gospel music playing]

Detective Bayliss, homicide.

I'm going to need
a copy of the mourners' book.

Of course.

[all singing
"We'll Understand It Better
By And By"]

[theme music playing]