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I'm telling you,
it was a conspiracy.

Lincoln was set up for
assassination by his own men.

- I'm ignoring you.
- All right, listen, listen.

Let me ask you this.

Why is it
that Ulysses Grant cancels out

going to the theatre
with Lincoln

90 minutes before
the curtain goes up,

and then he heads
for Philadelphia?

What's that for, an alibi?

Maybe there was
a better play in Philadelphia.

Hey, Meldrick, who's better,
Jordan or Pippen?

Moe Greenberg, Warriors '56.

Who do you think--
who do you think

gives the orders
to someone like Ulysses Grant?

It's the Secretary of War,
a man named Edwin Stanton.

Edwin Stanton.

Now, Lincoln's
regular bodyguard,

a guy named Major Eckert,

he is replaced
at the very last minute

by some drunk DC cop
named John Parker.

Now, who orders this change?

The Secretary of War,
Edwin Stanton.

Now, the telegraph system
goes out in DC

right, as soon
as Lincoln is shot,

so there's no communiqués going
out, nobody knows anything.

Lincoln is shot, and nobody
across the world knows,

it's a blackout.

Turns out Stanton is responsible

for the security
of the telegraph system.

Edwin Stanton, Secretary of War.
Same guy.

And what's the PC on this
Stanton, he wants to be
president, right?

Maybe he's got a thing
for Mrs. Lincoln.

[Pembleton] Don't encourage him!

We have a uniform down.

Fairmount and Spring.
Munch, you go.

The ambo's taking him
to the university.

I want you there
at the hospital.

Steve,
it's Thormann, your amigo.

Chris Thormann.

[theme song playing]

[doctor] Reading the pupils
is useless.

Extreme trauma to the eyes.

Left orbital entry,
right orbital exit wound.

Left [indistinct] entry wound.

[doctor] Lungs are wet.
I need O2.

Give me an arterial line.

- Oh, jeez.
- You're not allowed in here, sir.

Let's irrigate him.
1200 CC's saline output.

I just want to ask you
if he's gonna be okay.

He's still tacking at 140.

What does that mean?
What are you doing to him there?

IP 75 milligrams.

Start a drip
of two milligrams PM.

Give me the paddles.

- Zap him.
- [nurse] BP 78 over 40.

- Is he all right?
Is he gonna be okay?
- Step out, sir.

- Come on. Come on.
- Get off of me!

[talking over each other]

- [doctor barking instructions]
- [nurse] Call Security.

Let's go again. Clear.

- [woman] Listen to that.
- [nurse] 76 over 40.

- [doctor] Clear!
- [nurse] BP 78 over 40.

Adena Watson, 11 years old,

found eight days ago
in a rear yard, Kirk Avenue.

Strangled,
disemboweled, molested.

We have a new lead
on the murderer.

[Pembleton]
The top copy you're receiving

is a diagram
of a particular house

we're interested in
on Kirk Avenue.

We have been all over Kirk.

[Bayliss]
Same block, new address.

The name is Berrick.
B-E-R-R-I-C-K.

Now, we believe
that Adena Watson

was murdered
in the Berrick house,

taken to the roof,

and then carried down
the fire stairs,

into the yard,
where we found her.

[Pembleton] Once inside,
we'll be looking for anything

that belongs to a little girl,

including a small
gold heart-shaped earring,

or any signs of blood.

Police!
We have a search warrant here.

Get up!
Up, up, up, up, up, up, up!

Wake up, wake up!

[all shouting at once]

- Come on! Come on! Come on!
- Up, up, up, up, up, up!

[man] What did I do?

[all shouting at once]

- Watch out, watch out.
- [officer] Come on.

[Pembleton] Hello,
my name is Detective Pembleton,

from the Baltimore
Police Department.

We're executing
a search and seizure.

We demand your cooperation.
Thank you very much.

Hands on top of your head.
Hands on top of your head.

Move it in, move it in.
Hands on top of your head.

Down on your knees.
Hands on top of your head.

On your knees.
Hands on top of your head.

- Move it, move it, move it.
- [thudding]

[tense music playing]

[rain pattering]

Hey.

- [thudding]
- [muffled jazz music plays]

Every day, for two weeks.

[sighs] Turn it off!

Give a working slug
a break, okay?

What you gonna do,
call the cops?

I am the cops.

You live here,
and you're the cops?

You know, the way you dress,

you look like you're always
coming from a funeral.

I figured you sell insurance.

Knock off the noise.

You got another six
of that fancy beer there?

You know,
every Friday since I moved in,

I noticed you stack them up
there on the corner.

Yeah, ever since
you moved in here,

there's been constant
banging and hammering.

Life is impossible enough,
all right?

You know, I could use
a cold beer just about now.

You want
to come on in, neighbor?

Oh, thanks, but not right now,

because I just got off work,
and I got a date tonight.

Whoa, whoa,
hey, you have a good time.

What are you doing?
What are you doing?

What's wrong with you?
You want to get locked up?

Come here. Come here.
That's my beer.

Listen, anytime
you need anything in wood,

you come to me.

Lorenzo Molera.

Real name's Larry.

But everybody got an angle
these days, you know?

Larry gets me work
at the lumberyard.

Lorenzo gets my work in
from Santa Fe to Montreal.

Lorenzo, why don't you
just tell Larry, there,

that a very tired
and thirsty police officer

is about
to give you a lesson here

in the law, all right?

You know, I make cabinets,
stereo speakers, armoires.

- And this.
- Oh, jeez.

You can't have this in here.
You-- you--

Look, the building
is not zoned for coffins.

You know,
I love wood, don't you?

You love wood.
You're asking me...

- Yeah.
- [laughs]

I'm recently divorced
from a 23-year marriage. [sighs]

I give my wife half
of everything I make,

and I'm making it at a rotten,
lousy, stinking job.

I'm renting
a second-rate building

in a third-rate neighborhood.

I'm getting old.

My back goes out on me
once a month.

And you're asking... [scoffs]

...wood?

- Oh, yeah, wood.
- Wood.

Here.

Have a beer on me.

Thanks.

[Howard] Suspect's name
is Zorn, Z-O-R-N, Amelia.

The victim
was one Russell Heppner,

a middle-aged
West Baltimore man, who,

as he warmed up
his car one cool morning,

was blasted by a shotgun.

[Giardello] Did she pull
the trigger on a shotgun?

[Felton] We believe she hired
someone to do the deed.

[Giardello] And what brings us
to this belief?

[Howard]
Mrs. Zorn and Mr. Heppner
worked together for years,

never very amicably.

They had a discussion
about whether or not

Spiro T. Agnew's head
should be enshrined in marble

and placed in the United States
Capitol building.

Evidently,
every former vice president,
from John Adams to George Bush,

has a bust of his likeness
on some perch
above the Senate gallery.

But they never did one of Agnew,
for obvious reasons.

Miss Zorn feels vehemently

that Maryland's favorite son

deserves his rightful place
in the Capitol building.

And Mr. Heppner doesn't. Didn't.

And so she had him killed.

According to the co-worker
who called us,

Miss Zorn said
at Mr. Heppner's funeral,

"I told him I was serious,"

and then went on
to give specific details
about hiring a hitman.

I want to close this case fast.
I got the Thormann case.

I'm getting grief
from the bosses.

I got cholesterol at 281.

[Felton] You gotta stop
eating Italian, Gee.

I live for fettuccine
alla [indistinct].

- Whoa, whoa. Hey, hey.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Take it easy.

When are they gonna
come out of surgery
and tell me what's happened?

[sighs] It's like a jury, Steve.

The longer they're in there,
the better the chances.

God, it smells
like vinegar in this place.

- Oh, Eve. Eve. Eve.
- Just tell me.

Just tell me
if he's dead, all right?

- Just tell me.
- No, no, no.

He's upstairs in surgery.

I gotta-- I gotta know exactly
what's happening, all right?

- Yeah.
- Okay?

All right, yeah, look.
I'll try to get an update.

- [Eve] Okay.
- He'll be okay.

Oh, damn it!

[sighing]

What's wrong with you guys?

Listen to me.

I'm not just his friend,
all right?

I am a cop.

Now, I have to know
whether he's gonna make it

because if not,

I'm gonna start
a homicide investigation.

Listen, if that guy
has any family at all

and he cares about them,

he'll let himself die
on the operating table.

By the way,
is he an organ donor?

- Hey.
- Hey.

Look, uh, let me see,

The doctor says
he's gonna be all right.

It's not gonna be easy,
but he's gonna be okay.

All right, baby?
He's gonna be okay.

I know, I know.

I know, I know.

[Eve sobbing]

[police radio chatter]

[Pembleton] How many?

One, two, three.

[camera shutter clicks]

[officer] I think
I found something.

Adena was wearing
heart-shaped earrings.

- Any blood here?
- [Bayliss] Ah, no.

Just-- listen,
take a leukotest of everything

and prints from everywhere.

[Felton] That's a lot of house.

[Bayliss]
Yeah, that's a lot of house.

[Felton] I don't understand
how people live like this.

I'll tell you,

if Adena was killed here,

imagine what her last
hours were like.

You know, I'm not too crazy
about having this thing here.

I'm a custom stereo speaker
maker by reputation.

But the guy pays me
$6,000 cash, up front.

Who pays that
like that these days?

So he's very specific
about the type of wood he wants,

that he wants it in three weeks.

I bang out the job,
the guy's a no-show.

Coffin in your house.

You see,

I think
that's inviting disaster.

I don't know, a flood.

I don't know what,

but it's not good,
it's not right.

You gotta get rid of it.

What, and have him show up?

Hey, it took me a week

just to steam-bend the corners
so they can fit.

[laughs]

My wife can't bear
the sight of me,

but to see me
laid out in this box,

she would buy drinks
for everybody

from six to 60,
from Hamden to Herndale.

[Larry laughs]

You know, the woman I love,

she left me, oh, what,

nine, ten years ago?

She said she owed
the world a tragedy.

She moved to Bethesda.

You know, sometimes I think

maybe I should
make a trip down there

just to say hello one more time.

You know, she made my life hell.

But she opened up my heart.

There's gotta be a woman
out there looking forward

to meeting me,
and my scarred-up hands.

You know, I'd do anything
to be in love again.

[sighs]

Chris Thormann
has four citations for valor

in his three years
with the Baltimore City PD.

He's the very model
of a modern police officer.

We will not rest

until his assailants
have been apprehended.

[officer] He's on a sidewalk,

Fairmount and Spring,
lying face up.

His gun is out
of its holster. It's gone.

The shooter took
Thormann's gun away from him.

Thormann gets shot
with his own gun.

- Idiot.
- Excuse me.

You making a call on this--
I'm talking to him.

You making a call
on this already, huh?

What'd you do,
get up this morning,

find a new set
of ping pong balls

with your breakfast cereal?

See that over there?
That's real police.

That's a Roman gladiator.

Why don't you drag
your narrow behind over there

and tell him
what you think, huh?

- I didn't mean it
the way I said it.
- Skirt.

- Mrs. Thormann?
- Yeah.

[nurse on PA] Parker Kravitz,
a visitor in the main lobby.

Look, your husband's
out of surgery.

- Can I see him?
- Not yet.

- He's on his way to recovery.
- But he's all right.

He's still critical
at this point.

The fact that he survived
the surgery is a miracle.

We won't know the extent
of the damage until he wakes up.

- When's it gonna be, doctor?
- I don't have a clue.

Can you get that thing
out of my face?

Get out of the way.
Just get out.

Get out with the camera.
Get out!

Crosetti,
would you get out of my face?

Give me the case.

- Did I say no how many times?
- I want the case.

Thormann's still alive,
that's all you get.

I'm asking.

- I can't. Policy.
- Since when?

Since you told me
that when you think of him,

it's like kind of like a son.

Look, I'm asking, Gee,
and if I'm asking,

you know
I'm being nice about it.

We've never had
an unsolved cop shooting

in this town's history.

Never.

Successful bust,
successful prosecution,

everything clean,
everything straight,

everyone happy.

You, you'd be a banshee
on rollerblades.

I'd be scared of you.
I'd be scared for you.

All right, I'm not asking
anymore, I'm begging you.

I'm not putting you
in a jackpot situation.

Munch is already on the case.

Hey, Crosetti.

- All right.
- Wait a minute.

I know what you're doing,
and you're still no.

This is cheap of you.
This doesn't scare me.

[Crosetti] The first bullet
that hits me in the leg, okay?

It hits me in the leg, and it's
a through-and-through bullet,

- so it just ruins my best pair
of Montgomery Ward trousers.
- Crosetti.

Now the second bullet,

it goes through that piece
of crap vest that I am wearing,

and it means
that I have to end up

wearing a colostomy bag
for eight months

until they do
the reverse operation,
and they fix my colon,

and I get hepatitis,
a special bonus.

- Crosetti, listen. Wait.
- Now listen to me.

The third bullet,
that third bullet,

it shoots me
through the shoulder,
goes out the other end.

Now I'm wearing a vest,
but who knew that the shooter
was gonna use Teflon bullets?

Who knew how much blood
would come out of a person

when they got hit
with a Teflon bullet?

You and Lewis.

But Lewis is the primary.
Listen, wait a minute.

Lewis is the primary.
You got it?

Now get your clothes on,
and get out of here.

Get out of here.

We got the case.
I'm the primary.

I heard it all. I'm the primary.

Agnew took bribes, and cash
kickbacks on highway contracts

when he was
Baltimore County Executive,

and Governor of Maryland.

But not while Vice President.

He pleaded nolo contendere
to charges of tax evasion.

He resigned as VP
in total disgrace.

The bust isn't based on merit.

It's based on being thorough,
historically thorough.

Governor Hughes
had Agnew's portrait taken down

from the Maryland State House
and put in the basement,

where I hope
it still is, rotting.

I read this article
in The Sun about Aaron Burr.

It said he killed
Alexander Hamilton in a duel,

and then he tried to set up
his own empire in the West.

His bust is in the Capitol.

Rather than put in Agnew's,
let's take down Burr's.

Hey, Nixon has a whole library.

Munch, I need your notes
on the former crime scene.

I got them on my desk.

Spiro's getting on in years.

They're bound
to honor him eventually.

Why not while he's still around?

'Cause it's gonna cost $50,000.

50,000 of my dollars.

I'd rather they fix
the potholes on Guildford.

You know,
I'm beginning to understand

why Amelia Zorn
had Russell Heppner iced.

We've been here
for nine damn hours.

[Pembleton]
We're done here, Bayliss.

The lab boys downstairs
are packing it in.

They sent all
the adult males downtown.

- [sighs] I got a feeling--
- No, no, no, no,

- Don't say it. Don't say it.
- Don't say what?

There's nothing here.
This is a dead end.

This is another
Tim Bayliss goose chase.

That's not what I was gonna say.

Yeah, but you were
thinking something like that.

Look, all of a sudden,
you can read my mind?

You know something?
You said to me
something the other day.

You said that I would
never be a homicide detective

because I don't have
a killer's mind.

- Mm-hmm.
- So, do you?

Do I what?
Do I have the killer's mind?

Yeah.

Do me a favor.
Take a look outside there.

- Tell me what you see.
- Well, let's see.

I see people
hanging out on their stoops.

I see some trees.
I see a grocery store.

Okay, I look out here
and I see the same stuff,

but all this stuff
has my name written on it,

just like the criminal.

I see unlocked cars.

I see snatchable pocketbooks.

I see windows open just a crack.

What does this
have to do with murder?

[Lewis laughs] That's funny.

- Don't you get that?
- What?

[chuckles] That's
my point exactly, Bayliss.

We have a sworn statement
from Amelia Zorn claiming

she paid you $5,400
to kill Russell Heppner.

[Miles] Well, that is incorrect.

Amelia Zorn paid me $5,400
not to kill Russell Heppner,

but to procure
someone who would.

That's what I do.

When there's a need
for a special kind of talent,

I bring people together.

You mean,
you're an agent for hit men?

Well, that's putting it so grim.

No, I prefer
to see myself like you all,

you know, performing
a community service.

When someone's
in a troublesome relationship,

they need options.

I provide an option.

Mr. Stradlinger,
would you be willing

to supply us with a list
of your other clients?

Of course.

You're a happy guy,
aren't you, Miles?

I'm lucky to be doing
something I love.

Yeah.

This guy's a beauty,
complete sociopath.

Says he's been in this line
of work for some time.

Been killing people
for an East Baltimore woman,

name of Calpurnia Church.

Calpurnia Church?

[Felton] Says he's killed
three or four of her husbands.

He can't remember exactly.

Tried to kill her niece
three times, but doesn't--

"Don't matter what I do,
Dolly won't die."

Lewis's case. Dolly Withers.

- The Reverend Church.
- You got it, Gee.

So Miles will also testify
that he killed,

under Calpurnia's direction,
her brother-in-law,

an old boarder in the house
on East Kennedy Avenue.

[Felton] And an elderly woman

who Calpurnia sent
for Chinese takeout.

On her way back, the old gal
gets shot point blank,

right in her Moo shu pork.

[Giardello] You make me
feel very warm inside.

Keep talking
this kind of talk, I love it.

[Howard] We can snap
this case shut, Chief,

but like you said,
Calpurnia is Lewis's case,

so we don't want
to step on any toes.

Well, Lewis is working
on the Thormann shooting.

You guys take it.

When it's time, if he's clear,

we'll include him in.

[Munch] Okay,
take 'em all downtown.

Forensics found nothing.

We're never gonna
find Thormann's gun.

It's been sold
three times by now.

You know what, in fact, it's
probably being used in a heist

in some cantina
in the Yucatan right now.

Let's put it away for now,
Steve. Let's go, man.

Hey, wait,
somebody had to see something.

What do you want me to do here?

You want me to dust
my own behind for fingerprints?

Come on, man, let's go.

You know, when Chris
was training under me,

you know, we found out
that we both liked jazz,

you know, the modern composers

like Gato Barbieri,
and David Sanborn,

and Keith Jarrett,
in the early recordings.

And Chris says
that it's like dolphin music,

because it puts them
in this water state

where it's like floating,

and communication happens
without any words.

[clears throat] Anyway,

I don't know if up in heaven,
if God listens to jazz.

Hey, hey,
Chris is gonna make it, huh?

I think I broke my hand.

- What up, Sarge?
- Detective Lewis.

I'm doing a follow-up on the
shooting of Officer Thormann.

Is it true Thormann left his
nightstick in the patrol car?

That's the first I heard of it.

Well, is it true
you have a suspect in custody?

Where do you get your stuff?

Well, how soon
do you crack the case?

- Let me ask you a question.
- Okay.

When are you gonna graduate
from journalism school?

- [Bolander] Am I early?
- Hi.

- I am. Oh, God, what a fool.
- No.

What are you mumbling there?

Hi, hello. [chuckles]

We said seven o'clock,
didn't we?

- I'm five minutes early.
- That's not a problem.

- It is, it's--
- Come in.

No, I'm sorry about this, I--

Come in.

- Okay, Dr. Blythe.
- Carol.

I am not gonna go around

calling you Detective Bolander
all night.

[Bolander laughs]

Hey, what I'm-- Here.

- Oh.
- I forgot.

Oh, they're beautiful.

Well, a guy at the florist
picked them out, I--

Well, thank you.

- [Bolander laughs nervously]
- What, what?

Perfume.

I usually smell of formaldehyde.

Let's get out of this lab coat.

[whispering] Oh my God.

What'd you do,
arrest the entire neighborhood?

No, actually, we left one
little old white lady behind.

Any of these jokers panning out?

No, you know how it goes, Gee.

Murderers lie
because they got to,

witnesses lie
because they think they got to,

and everybody else lies
for the sheer joy of it.

- Well, get to it.
- Okay, Gee.

Hey, Crosetti. Crosetti.

- You're a friend
of Thormann's, right?
- Yeah.

You got any pictures of him,
you know,

like, casual photos
of him and his wife?

- Anything better than this.
- Get out of here, please.

Get the hell out of here,
would you, please?

What do we got
a reporter in here for?

Where are they? Come on.

I thought the copies
of my interviews were there!

- [Pembleton] Whoa, baby.
- [Bayliss] I got it.

I got it.
I know where everything's at.

Don't touch anything, all right?
I got everything.

I got it all, all right?
I know where everything goes.

This is just a-- Give it to me!

I said not to touch this,
all right?

Look, Bayliss,
I'm only trying to help.

Yeah? Well, help walk away.

I got this.

There they are.

Slow down.

Look, Gee, you might as well
put somebody else with him.

Did you see
what he just did out there?

I saw him. The kid is trying.

Oh, he tries too hard.
I don't like it.

You don't like anybody.

You might, as his partner,
put in a good word.

Look, Gee, what do you
want me to say?

Okay, so he's an okay detective.
He's thorough. He listens.

He's learning to, what,
look, and see the crime scene,

but he's a snail,
he's too damn slow.

If you were a homicide, Frank,

you know who
I'd assign to that case?

The snail.

You don't like him, but you know

that he'd be dragging
his shell all over the city

until he shook someone loose.
This I know.

And I don't like his damn ties.

[mellow jazz music plays]

[coughs]

[singing] How do I...

Say goodbye

To what we had

The good times
that made us laugh

Oh, music, food, wine.

I want more music and more wine.

Wine.

Ah!

And the Greeks
would go on these Bacchanals,

these three-day
drinking festivals,

so that they'd be able to see
colors in the world again.

[chuckles] Three days?

If I did that, the world
would turn to black and white.

- [laughs]
- No.

You and I, Stanley, we're lucky.

We get as close
to death as a person can.

- That's luck?
- Yeah.

Everyone I see nowadays...

looks like a murder suspect.

[sighs] Yeah.

[laughs] Everyone.

Mothers, husbands,
daughters, sons,

bosses, secretaries,
priests, nuns.

I haven't had
a nun confess to me yet,

but it'll happen.

Because anyone will,
and can, kill anyone else,

for any reason at all.

I don't know
what the world's coming to.

I've lost my way. [sighs]

Maybe that's why I lost my wife.

Because I couldn't see
any of the colors

that she wanted me to see.

And I don't think
all the wine in the world

would make
any difference with that.

Hey, Stanley.

[both chuckling]

Oh, maybe we better go
find that bottle of wine.

- Oh, I think we should, yeah.
- Yeah, yeah.

Maybe we should look for it now.

- Okay.
- Yeah.

Maybe we should
look for it at my place.

Yeah.

- [pager beeping]
- Jeez. It's me.

- I'm supposed to be off tonight.
- Well, then, you're off.

Yeah, I am, but I'm not.
You know what I mean?

Yeah, this is
Detective Bolander.

Uh-huh.

Hiya, Lieutenant.

No, no, no,
it's, uh, no problem.

[sighs] Really?

No, no, okay,
I'll get right over there.

Yeah, has there been
any word on Officer Thormann?

Okay. Thanks.

I gotta go. [sighs]

Oh, you could be a little late.

No, no, no, I gotta go.

Half hour?

I can't.
It's uh, squad is short-handed.

Well, of course.

I can't stay with you.
I want to, but I can't.

[Crosetti mumbling]

[Meldrick] What are you doing?

- Nothing.
- Huh? What's that?

It's a rosary.
All right? I'm praying.

You're praying because
you didn't break your hand?

Praying for Chris.

- Praying for Chris?
- Yeah.

Yeah, well, that's okay,

but you didn't even
pray for yourself

when you got shot.

Well, a lot
of other people prayed for me.

- Why don't you say
a Hail Mary with me, okay?
- Oh, no.

No, we're gonna say
a prayer together.

So that Chris can settle
this thing all right.

We find his shooter,
and in return,

he can send
the both of us to hell.

Well, you, no, no,
you do the hell thing yourself.

That's you, Catholic,
that's your thing.

And I've always had a few
questions about Catholics, okay?

No offense.

Now, we Baptists,
we believe in Mary, too,

but this whole thing
with this virgin birth,

I just can't get behind that.

The virgin birth,
it's a very important thing.

Look, the virgin mother of God,

she's done me a lot of favors.
I've gotten--

- What, you, personally?
- Personally,
I've gotten a lot of favors.

So why don't you just,
like, say it,

just for my sake, say
a Hail Mary with me, all right?

- No.
- Come on, now, say it.
You can do it.

No, I'm not doing it. I'm not.
All right.

- Do it for Chris.
- [Meldrick sighs]

Okay, one. Real fast.

And if this deal works, you go
to hell by yourself, okay?

Mr. Delahunt,
what was your relationship
to Calpurnia Church?

- I'm her nephew.
- You're her nephew.

- And I'm her husband.
- You're her husband.

I was her nephew first,
but now I'm also her husband.

You married your aunt?

She took me to see an old man.

He told me I wasn't
actually related to her.

- Who was the old man?
- I don't know.

- And why did you believe him?
- I don't know.

Mr. Delahunt,
are you aware of the fact
that over the past few years,

several members of your family
have died suddenly?

Sure.

My wife, Aunt Calpurnia,

she kills them
for the insurance money.

- [Howard] You know this?
- We all know it.

Ain't that hard to figure out.

Five husbands dead.
Sisters. Brothers.

Matter of fact, my cousin,
Dolly, been shot twice.

Cut once.

Knowing what Calpurnia
was up to,

why would you sign
an insurance policy

naming her beneficiary?

She's got hexes, voodoo curses.

She can bend
any man to do her will.

[Felton]
Why not call the police?

She said she was untouchable.

Said she could kill
anybody she wanted,

and that she had four doctors

that would testify
that she was crazy.

Mr. Delahunt, do you understand

that you will
probably be murdered next?

Yeah, yeah. Yes, ma'am.

So help us stop her.

No, no. No, ma'am.

- Why not?
- She's got the power.

Whatever I do, I'm doomed.

Isn't there anything
you can tell us

about the murder
she's committed?

I don't know
any of the specifics.

You would have to check
the albums for that.

What albums?

My wife, Aunt Calpurnia,

she keeps big photo albums
of all the people she kills.

She's got
their death certificates,

and insurance policies.

And where are these albums now?

At her house.

We sent the last of the suspects
back to Fairmount.

We got no witnesses.
We got no weapons.

- We got no evidence.
- Damn.

Okay. Run this by me again.

- The scalapur is what?
- Scapular.

Is that named after the bone?
And what is the rosary?

You're really pushing
the envelope on this.

Corsetti, if we don't break
this nut in 72 hours,

we're gonna be back in dry dock.

Now, come on. Give it up.

Scapular's like a guarantee.

Depending on the make
and the model,

it's got a five-year warranty.

And the rosary
is for special petitions

and, like, lasts for a lifetime.

- Lifetime guarantee?
- Lifetime guarantee.

Okay, we'll go with the rosary.

Now what?

- [phone ringing]
- I'm not answering.

It's your rosary,
you get the phone.

Homicide.

Yes, I'm handling
the Chris Thormann shooting.

Yeah.

You know who the shooter is?

Oh, yes?
Do you have an address, please?

Well, my name
is Detective Corsetti.

What is your name, please?

No, can you tell me your...

Our shooter is Alfred Smith.

- The caller have a name?
- No. It was a male.

- It was an anonymous call.
- Yeah, right.

Anonymous caller.
Anonymous donor.

Anonymous letter to the editor.

They can call it anonymous
if they want to.

But me and you,
we know different, huh?

Hey, Lewis. Look who's here.

Calpurnia Church?

[Howard] Got her, Meldrick.
She's going down.

[laughs]
This thing is working, baby.

No. I'm Charlie Flavin.

I don't know
why you get this address.

Thought you'd have him by now.

I just got back
from the hospital.

- You saw the shooting?
- Yeah.

Over there.

Oh, sorry.

How long
you had these headaches?

Last seven years.

Cluster headaches.

Three, four migraines a day.

Every day,
six months out of the year.

They got me on everything.

Beta blockers, channel blockers,
blood thinners.

And if that don't work,
I take one of these.

Percodans.

They're legal.

Strong enough
to knock out a horse.

Yeah, well,
I'm sorry about your headaches.

In about ten minutes,
you wouldn't want to be around.

I can feel that thing
starting to move.

And when it crests,
I'll be begging you to shoot me.

Yeah.

Well, the Thormann shooting.
You're going to testify.

- You'll testify that you saw
Alfred Smith shooting--
- I'll testify. I'll testify.

I said I'd testify,
if I'm not having a migraine.

Okay, Miss Church,
here we go again.

I got to go to the bathroom.

Okay, fine.
I'll show you the way.

You want to come inside
with me, cute boy?

No, that's tempting,
but you go on ahead.

I need my medicines.

Now, which particular medicine
are you talking about?

I took about two dozen different
kinds out of that purse.

- All of them.
- All of them?

Now, if I was
to give you all of them,
you'd want to take all of them.

Then I got to go down there
and explain to my lieutenant

how come I let my chief suspect
OD in the ladies' room.

I got my constitutional rights
to my medicine.

[Howard] Okay, next, Killburn.

Two L's as in "kill."
Seems appropriate.

- Got it.
- All right, death certificate.

Pamela Killburn, age 19.

She was in her
Aunt Calpurnia's care

when she succumbed
to an overdose of Frenon.

Pathologists
attribute the overdose

to a possible
lethal injection of deodorant.

This is an insurance policy
for Pamela Killburn, $2,000.

Beneficiary, Calpurnia Church.

- How about that?
- [Calpurnia]
What you laughing at?

Somebody need
to teach you religion.

Standing there
laughing at somebody.

Somebody need
to teach me religion?

Me?

[Howard] Death certificate
for a Charles Trent.

- T-R-E-N-T.
- Damn.

I've been working
on that sucker for two months.

Stone cold smokehound
from Plainfield, New Jersey.

Found out by the B&O rail bed
at the foot of Clifton Park.

One gunshot wound to the head.

- [Meldrick] Where's he from?
- Plainfield, New Jersey.

How's that connect
with the Black Widow?

Insurance policy.
$60,000. Double indemnity.

- How many people you murdered,
Miss Church?
- I didn't murder no one.

No, see, that's something
you and I need to talk about.
All right?

Because it don't matter whether
or not you pull the trigger.

You cause somebody to be shot,
you will be charged with murder.

You understand?
Sit back down here, please.

I need my medicines.

Hey, you listen to me.

You've already been charged
with three different murders.

You're about to be charged
with a whole lot more, okay?

I think this would be
a good time

for you to sit right here,
and tell me what happened.

I don't know what you're
talking about, Mr. Police.

- I haven't murdered no one.
- Calpurnia!

You don't make sense.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Are you willing to take a lie
detector test to prove that?

I can't take
no lie detector test.

The stress, my health.

I'll get my doctor
to give you a note.

[Meldrick laughs]

[sighs] Oh, okay,
Calpurnia Church.

You don't have to tell me
the truth if you don't want to.

I get paid by the hour.
I could be here all night.

[sighs] You're still
going to be charged.

I ain't murdered no one.

Okay, fine. Let's go.

Can I have a fried chicken
sandwich from Crazy John's?

No. No, not tonight.

[police radio chatter]

[officer on radio] 10-4, I've
got a truck at that location,

eastbound, Sector Seven,
the team will get there.

[muffled police radio chatter]

Munch?

- What's going on?
- What are you doing here?

I got beeped.

Hispanic, 40-some-years-old.

No signs of forced entry.

The landlord called
when he couldn't get an answer.

Neighbors complained
because it was too quiet.

One of them said that he was
"a man of loud desperation."

We checked his effects
in the apartment.

There's no sign of drugs.

- [Bolander] He only drank beer.
- [Munch] Do you know this guy?

- He's my neighbor.
- You live here?

- Just right next door.
- You live here?

This is where you moved
after the divorce?

Yes, Munch.
This is where I live, all right?

Just curious.

From the state of rigor,
he's been dead within a day.

Late afternoon, early evening,
that'd be my guess.

It'd have to be
past six o'clock.

He was banging away in here
when I left.

[Munch] No bruises,
no signs of any blood,

no signs of a struggle.

I'd say he qualifies
for a full autopsy.

And the fact
that he has his own coffin,

maybe he gets to go
to the head of the line.

What do you think, suicide?

Well, we'll rip him open
and find out.

- He died of a broken heart.
- [coroner] I like that.

He dies at home
of a broken heart.

It's refreshing.

You got some friends, big man.

He's not my friend.
I talked to him once.

He liked working with wood.

Bethesda is how far away?

[Munch] 45 minutes by car.
You know that.

Doesn't make any difference.
He never got there, anyway.

Hey, didn't you have
your date tonight?

For $100 you can have
your cremated remains

shipped to Wisconsin,

where they load 'em
into shotgun shells,

and fire 'em up
in the night sky.

Now, that's written down
in my final instructions.

So nobody's ever going
to put me in a box.

- [thunder rumbling]
- [rain pattering]

I think it's time
to assign you to another case.

No. Flat out, no, sir.

Sometimes
we're so focused on one thing,

we can't see the answer.

Sometimes
working on something else

leads us back
to where we ought to be.

You know, I can still see her.

In the rain.

Arms stretching out
of her little raincoat.

Tiny hand.

And for a few seconds... [sighs]

...the rain makes her hand look
like she's moving her fingers.

Tim.

You're tired.

You know, some guys,

if they can't make it
in Homicide,

they get transferred to Fugitive

or Auto Theft or Fraud.

Not me.

If I don't make it here,
I'll quit the damn force.

Because what we do...

there's nothing else
that a cop can do

that matters as much as this.

[sighs]

I'll close this damn case.
I promise, sir.

Yeah.

I think you will.

Hey, yo.
Hey, hey, Doc, Doc, Doc.

Hey. You were just here.

Yeah, well, I can't beat
the price of admission.

- Is there any change?
- Chances are he'll live.

We're not sure
about the severity

of the brain damage.

What are you going
to do for him?

Look, I'm only a doctor.

We get the body
to a certain point,

it heals itself.

Or not.

Meanwhile, we wait.

[machines beeping]

I brought
some of Chris' things here.

You know, his Discman.

His shaving kit, some clean
pairs of socks, you know.

I must be in some kind of a fog.

I keep thinking
he needs these things.

He's so careful
about the way he looks.

He would be so furious
if he could see himself now.

They-- they said
that he might be blind,

but it would still
drive him up a wall.

Oh, jeez.

I could have been a scientist.

You know?

Or a rich stockbroker.

A world traveler.

I should not have to be here.

[sniffles] It's horrible
for me to think that.

No, it's not.

[Eve sighs]

- I have to go to the bathroom.
- Okay.

Stay with Chris
until I get back.

Yeah.

[nurse on PA] Dr. Halsey,
to the delivery room.

[rain pattering]

[breathing heavily]

[knocker thuds on door]

[Dr. Blythe] Who is it?

I know it's, uh,
I know it's very late.

It's Detective Bolander.

Stanley.

What's wrong?

I couldn't sleep.

I wanted to drive,
so I got in my car,

you know,
I was driving just around and...

came by the end of your street.

Can I have that glass
of wine now?

Yeah.

Come in out of the rain.
Come on.

[thunder rumbling]

[Crosetti] Hey, Chris.

[machines beeping]

[gentle jazz song playing]

[Crosetti sighs]

[*]

[theme song playing]