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[siren blaring in distance]

[man] All right. [indistinct].

This one's all yours, Doc.

Carol Blythe told me
to tell you to give her a call.

Okay, thanks. I will.

So, you never said how
your date with Dr. Blythe went.

[sighs] Well, it was, uh, fine.
It was, uh, good.

- It was, uh, very nice.
- You gonna see her again?

Yeah, maybe. I don't know.

What do you say, you and she,
Alicia and me, double date?

Not while I'm drawing breath.

[siren blaring]

Listen, I want you to,
uh, check out the dead guy.

- Which one is that?
- Joseph Valentine Cole.

I'm gonna interview
some of the neighbors.

Where did the paramedics say
they were taking the other guy,
the wounded guy?

K. Lawrence Lowe. L-O-W-E.

Munch, come on.

It's getting so I can't
depend on you for anything.

Big deal. It's a phone call.
I'll take care of it.

No, it's sloppy.

When I was partnered
with Mitch,

- if I pulled a...
- Here we go.

Mitch, Mitch, Mitch.

My clearance rate
is lower now than it was

when I was
a rookie on the squad.

- And that's my fault?
- Read the manual.

You are only
as good as your backup.

Relax.
You're gonna crack this one.

Obviously, what we have here
is a drug deal gone sour.

We got Lowe with a .45.

Him and Cole had
a good old-fashioned shootout.

- Cole and Lowe, huh?
- Yeah.

The depth of your stupidity
sometimes frightens me.

Okay, now, wait a minute.
You got two things right.

You got a drug deal
and you got a shootout,

but not between those two guys.

Because Lowe is lying
wounded on the floor,

and Cole is lying dead
on top of him on his back.

They shoot each other.
Bang, bang.
Cole gets shot in the chest.

He spins around
and he falls on Lowe.

Okay, where's Cole's gun?
We only recovered one gun.

- So far.
- What did he do? Swallow it?

- [officer] Detective Bolander.
- Yeah?

You better
come take a look at this.

[sighs]
Check with the paramedics.

- [Munch] Yeah.
- What do you got?

[chatter on police radio]

Come on. It's okay.

- Careful.
- Listen, I didn't see anything.

Wrap her up
and, uh, bring her down, okay?

Go check with the paramedics.

[theme music playing]

- [Pembleton] Giardello.
- Hello, Captain.

Look, uh, Jim Cinter's retiring
in a couple of weeks.

We want to throw him a party.

You've worked with him
a lot longer than I have.

I was wondering if you'd like
to say a few words.

Well, I'm really not
that comfortable

speaking in front of crowds.

I've noticed.

Well, I guess I can get
the Colonel to do it.

Do you have any idea
who the other shift commander
will be?

I'm not at liberty to say
who's replacing Cinter.

- Sorry.
- Do I know him?

Listen, I'm about to address
one of those neighborhood
watch groups,

and I need good news
on the Adena Watson case

and the shooting
of Officer Thormann.

Not much good news
on either, is there?

Yeah, that doesn't surprise me.

You know...

you're looking kind of tired,
Giardello.

When was the last time
you had a vacation?

[sighs]

I-- I don't understand.
Is he still in a coma or what?

We started getting minimal
responses about 40 minutes ago.

- Well, that's good, right?
- That's amazing.

Mrs. Thormann,
your husband's case is the kind

that might send me back to God.

But before we go in,
I have to give you

the "don't get
your hopes up too high" speech.

Remember, he was shot
at very close range.

The bullets caused major damage
to the speech center,

the olfactory,
and the motor skills
of the brain.

Is he in pain?

We're not sure how much
he can feel or understand.

- Can he talk?
- No.

In fact,
it may take a lot of time

and a lot of therapy
before he can.

Officer Thormann?

I'm Dr. Devilbiss.

You're at University Hospital.

Your wife is here
and Detective Crosetti.

Do you understand?

You won't be able to speak,
but if you understand
what I'm saying,

squeeze my hand.

Chris.

Chris, can you hear me?

Just squeeze my hand once.

One for yes.

Chris.

[weakly] One for yes.

- Hey, Kay.
- Yeah.

You know how Stanley's
usually in, like,

- you know, not too great a mood?
- Mm-hmm.

Today he's acting like a bear.

He's like a grizzly
on barbiturates.

- Munch. Where's the woman?
- What woman?

The woman in the Cole case.
The one who was hiding
in the doghouse.

- I don't know.
- What do you mean
you don't know?

Well, let me put it this way.

I do not know where the woman
from the Cole shooting is.

- I told the uniform
to bring her down here.
- Well, maybe they got delayed.

Well, she's the only lead.
You might show a little concern.

You mean like
Mitch would show concern?

No, Mitch would never have
lost her in the first place.

I'd like for you to find out
where in the hell she is.

My guess is the date
with Dr. Blythe went badly.

Bayliss,
your overtime slips are a mess.

You're gonna have to redo them.

I don't have time
for my timecards.

Well, don't yell at me
if you don't get paid.

[Bayliss coughs, sneezes]

[Bayliss grunts]

Starve a fever, feed a cold.

It's not starve a fever,
feed a cold.

It's starve a cold,
feed a fever.

I got a cold and I got a fever.

Tim, have you seen
the lab reports

IDing the smudges
on Adena Watson's skirt?

- No.
- Lab says they sent it up.

I can't find it anywhere.

[Bayliss] Frank. [clears throat]

I'm bringing in
the arabber for questioning.

Tim, will you stop
beating that horse?

It's dead,
it's dog meat, it's glue.

- Okay. I've been thinking.
- [Pembleton] Oh, no.

Oh, that's right, you guys are
the master sleuths.
You probably don't need my help.

- [Pembleton]
Okay, what, Felton, what?
- All right,

What if the Watson girl
wasn't killed on Wednesday?

What if she was killed
Tuesday night?

[Bayliss]
No, can't be, because, uh,

she still had moisture
in her eyes when I got to her.

Yeah, and she's small, so rigor
would happen faster, not slower.

Unless her body
was stored in a cool place,

like-- like in a cooler
or in a crate

or in the trunk of a car,

then that would have
slowed the rigor down,

and that would explain why
you guys can't actually pinpoint

- the murder scene.
- You're wrong.

No, no,
Felton has a valid point.

Hear that, Frank Pembleton
says Felton has a valid point.

The guy who lives in a house
next door to the yard

where Adena Watson's
body was dumped,
his name is Ferguson.

He drives a big blue Lincoln

that was parked in the alley
on Tuesday night.

Okay, so Ferguson
kills her Tuesday night,

then he spazzes out,
"What should I do with the
body?"

He carries the body down
and stashes it
in the trunk of his car

with the intention of dumping
her in the woods the next day
or something like that.

Then he gets up on Wednesday,
and decides just to leave her

in the rear of the yard.

- Arabber.
- Tim, I think
we should check this out.

You two want to go
question Ferguson?

Fine, you know
what I'm going to do?
I'm going to go find a judge.

I'm going to get him to sign
a warrant for the arabber.

Well, Frank,
it's you and me together again.

Do you park your Lincoln
in the alley behind your house?

- I used to park
back there, yeah.
- [Pembleton] Yeah?

Think we could
take a look at the car?

- No.
- Why not?

- It got took.
- It got took?

- Got repoed?
- Mm-hmm.

- [Pembleton] By whom?
- Ike's Auto Incorporated.

They just came
and snatched my ride.

This son of a bitch
dumps Adena's body,
gets rid of the car,

and comes up with some lame-ass
excuse about being repoed.

The key to this crapshoot
is we do not find the car
at Ike's Autos.

If we don't find the car,
we know he's lying to us

about it being repoed,
and we got him.

Hey, Ed, would you do me a favor
and take a look at this warrant

and see if I'm going to hit
any legal snafus?

- Sure.
- Thanks.

- Danvers.
- Detective Howard.

Whatever happened
with the Agnes Saunders case?

Ralph Fenwick got life.
No parole.

- Thank you.
- [Bayliss sneezes]

Gesundheit.

You know, that sudden
weather change,

it sort of caught me
by surprise.

It's the lifestyle, Tim.

Long hours, bad diet.

It's bad karma.
Adena Watson syndrome.

So you think I'm going
to get a judge to sign this?

Depends on the judge.

Aren't you giving up
an awful lot?

Show the suspect this
and he's going to know

every single bit
of evidence you have

linking him to the crime.

Well, that's
the risk I'm willing to take

in order to get
the arabber down here.

Now, one piece of information
I didn't give to the press

was about the molestation.

The only thing
that the public doesn't know

is that Adena was violated
with a metal pipe,

and when I get
the arabber down here,

I'm going to get him to admit

that he knows
all about the pipe.

Judge Emsley's
the most likely to sign.

Great, I'll go to his house,
if I have to.

Or the Baltimore Country Club.

The man will play golf
in a blizzard.

- Thanks, Ed.
- Bye, Kay.

Have you found the woman yet?

She's at Central.
They're shorthanded.

They'll send her over
as soon as possible.

Oh, now, that's great.

Meanwhile,
the clock is tick-tocking.

Maybe I should go over to
Central and pick her up myself.

- Please.
- [phone ringing]

Detective Munch, homicide.
Oh, hi.

How are you?
Yeah, just a second.

That's, uh, Dr. Blythe. For you.

What'd you do,
tell her I was here?

[Munch] Well, yeah,
you are here, aren't you?

I... [sighs]

I have to go to Central,
and pick up the woman.

My guess is the date
went very badly.

Hello, Dr. Blythe?

Yeah, you know,
I had my glasses off,

and when I put 'em back on,
it wasn't him.

Okay, I'll tell him.

Schmitty.

Crosetti,
it's nice having you back

at the old stomping grounds.

We're here
to collect Alfred Smith.

Chris Thormann was a good man.

- Uh, yeah, he still is.
- You know what I mean.

See, the kid had the stuff
to be a really great cop

until that slime ball
got a hold of him.

Turned himself in,
the sackless one.

[Crosetti] Okay, Smith.

You as innocent
as my Aunt Agnes.

Why you give yourself up?

A cop goes down.

I hear you think
it's me that did it.

I didn't want to get
"accidentally" shot

while resisting arrest.

You own a .38?

[scoffs]
...38's are for cops and kids.

We got a witness
placing you at the scene.

No, you have a liar
placing me at the scene.

Hell, man, you got
your mind made up already.

Just take me out back,
pop me, and dump me in the bay.

Why don't we just
get with it now, Alfred?

We got a witness
place you at the scene.

Tests comeback positive
for blood on your sneakers.

Officer Thormann's blood.

Okay.

Yeah, I was there.

But I didn't have nothing to do
with blasting that cop, though.

All I did was lean over the body
and take his money.

[Lewis sighs]

[door latch clicks]

He's the one. He's the shooter.

You saying that
to convince me or yourself?

What, you don't think it's him?
I mean, look at the guy.

He's a lowlife.
He's a-- he's a pipe-head.

Hey, I ain't defending
his character.

I just have a couple doubts
about his guilt, is all.

Well, what about the fact
that we got a statement

from Charlie Flavin, a positive
ID that he is the shooter?

I want to have
a talk with Charlie Flavin.

We already got a statement
from Charlie--

No, no, no, you've got
a statement from Charlie Flavin.

I want to bring him in
for a polygraph.

You are going to ruin
this case.

You're going to lose us
this case.

Steve, let me just
get something straight
with you right now, man.

Now, I am the primary
on this, like it or not.

I understand
where you're at with Chris.

I want to get the punk
who shot him, too, but--

We've got the punk
who shot him right there.

Maybe.

You don't believe
what you see, do you?

A Black man in pain,
and you can't tell

where the blood is coming from.

There's no stab wound,
no bullet hole.

You never think
we can be sick, do you?

Nah, because we all out there
doing that hip-hop thing.

- Mr. Flavin, we'd like to do
a lie detector test, please?
- Why?

You know
Alfred Smith shot the cop,

and you know
I saw him shoot the cop.

Now, I told you I'd testify

if I'm not having a migraine.

Otherwise, you're out of luck.

Because once I got
into these cluster episodes,

the world could be ending,
and I wouldn't have
the energy to notice or care.

Make a right up here
onto Fremont.

Fremont?

Yeah, this next
big intersection right here.

Martin Luther King Boulevard?

Just make a right, will you?

Why you gotta call it Fremont?

[Felton] Because I used
to live on Fremont

before they tore all the houses
up to enlarge the street.

What was that, ten years ago?

It's been called
Martin Luther King Boulevard
for a decade now.

How long is it going to take you
to get used to that fact?

What, do you think
they're going to change it back?

They're going to
rename it Fremont?

- Who the hell
was Fremont anyway?
- I don't know, Frank.

But as usual, you're blowing
things way out of proportion.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
This is just another example.

Another sampling of your subtle
little racist remarks.

[Felton]
Frank, I am not a racist.

I call Fremont "Fremont"

because that's the way
it's ingrained in my head.

The same way I can't remember
to call Burma

whatever the hell
they call that now.

Or Roseanne Barr
or "Roseanne Arnold."

Not everything
is racially motivated, Frank.

And not everything on the damn
planet is directed at you!

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Now who's blowing
everything out of proportion?

It's the Union of Myanmar.

- What?
- The Union of Myanmar.

What the hell
is the Union of Myanmar?

It is what Burma was.

[Felton sighs]

Lieutenant.

Listen.

Um, I'm going over
to Judge Emsley's house

and getting him
to sign this warrant.

I'll have to call you back.

Captain Barnfather
was at a community meeting.

He was being pressured
on Adena Watson.

He told them
that she was molested.

Barnfather did that?

He told them
about the metal pipe.

Channel 3 was there.

They're going to run
the story on the evening news.

Bastard! He screwed us over!

I mean, why should the murderer
even stay in Baltimore now, huh?

Because if he's from Baltimore,
he won't go.

He'll talk about it,
but he'll never leave.

So, are you going
to bring in the arabber?

I guess
that answers my question.

So, you're Joseph Cole's
girlfriend?

His girlfriend?

Yeah, his steady girl.

And you were in the apartment
when K. Lawrence Lowe arrived?

I was in the bathroom.

So, you didn't actually
witness the shooting?

Well, no, I told you
when I came out of the door,

Joe was lying
on top of this guy, and...

well, I don't know
how long I stood there.

I guess I was
in some kind of a shock,

and then I crawled
into the doghouse.

- I mean, why is beyond me.
- Oh, wait a minute.

You-- you don't have
any idea who shot Cole?

No, I didn't say that.

- You do know?
- Uh-huh.

- Tell me.
- Mm. Not yet.

Not yet? Why?

Because if I tell you, you won't
want to talk to me anymore.

Look, I'm hungry.

Take me someplace
to get something to eat.

- I'm a little pressed for time.
- So I'll eat fast.

Yes, Captain, I am sorry
that I interrupted your dinner,

but I am the primary
on the Adena Watson case,

and you cannot go about
releasing information like that.

[Bayliss sneezes]

What?

Fine. Fine. No, no, no, no.

Captain, you do whatever
the hell you want to do,

you butthead!

[Pembleton]
Ike's Auto. There it is.

[Felton] Finally,
if you'd listened to me, Frank,

we could have been here
an hour ago.

[Pembleton]
Just drop it, Felton, okay?

The owner ought to be here.

- [dogs barking]
- Whoa! Whoa!

You're a cop, Frank.
Show 'em your badge.

I'm gonna show 'em doggy heaven.

Don't shoot my dogs!
What, are you crazy?

- Are you Ike?
- I'm Orville. There is no Ike.

There was an Ike.
He went belly up.

The man had a heart of gold.

Not good for a car salesman.

[Felton]
Why do you still call it Ike's?

Would you shop at a place
called Orville's Auto?

Did you repo a big blue Lincoln,

license plate 523-LNR?

I don't know.
My credit department
handles repos.

Do-- do you mind
if we take a look around?

Knock yourself out.

Hey, Orville, lose the dogs.

I'm not saying
Smith didn't shoot Thormann.

We have no weapon
or physical evidence.

A case this weak
would at least need a motive
to placate the jury.

We have a witness.

Did you see the results
of the polygraph?

Charlie Flavin sends the lie
detector into convulsions.

I was with him anyway.
All he did was complain
about his headache.

What are you saying?
We don't have enough
to convict Alfred Smith?

Look, I know
the pressure you're under

from the bosses, from the media.

And every uniform
in Baltimore is depending on you
to avenge Thormann.

I know we need to send a message
to the other
police haters in the community.

Let's face it,
Smith isn't lighting any candles

down in Mary Our Queen.

- Meaning what?
- I pull a Monty Hall.

Let's make a deal
with our friend Alfred.

Assault with intent to murder.

We'll get 30 years,

end up doing seven or eight,

and you would have
made your point.

You decide.

See ya.

Don't say a damn word to me,
all right?

Ma'am, I had a cup of coffee.

I love the hairdo.

You don't seem to be
very upset about Cole's death.

Is it just me,
or is it freezing in here?

Here you go.

You're very sweet.

[sighs] Yeah, I'm a sweetie.

- Everybody says so.
- Are you married?

I'm gonna ask
the questions, okay?

Had you been dating Cole long?

About an hour. I'm a hooker.

- You shocked?
- No.

On my line of work, we...

deal a lot with prostitutes.

I just... [sighs]

I want to know who killed Cole,
and I would like to know now.

Are you divorced?

I bet you're just
recently divorced.

- Yeah, yeah.
- Yeah.

You've got what we call
in the business "bedroom eyes,"

but you're still wearing
your wedding ring.

It's a dead giveaway.

Cole, the dead guy.

Oh, look, he was a slimy

little drug-dealing toad.

He's not worth
as much conversation.

But you...

You're not a man
to be flirted with or conned.

Sleep with me.

No.

Okay, order me a Coke.

- Waitress?
- Look.

Cole was killed by
a guy named Newton Stuart.

He lives over in Fells Point.

I'll make a call.
I'll get the address.

Hey.

How you doing, boys?

Steve?

Did they...

[softly stumbling]

[groans]

- Smith.
- We found him, we found him.

The assistant state's
attorney thinks

we can get a 30-year deal.

30 years,
we'll keep him in prison.

That's a long time.

He should...

be in pris--

[grunts]

[sighs]

...prison...

every day.

I-- I'm blind.

I hear you.

I hear you, Chris.

We'll take care of it.

I'll see you.

Get serious, Orville.
This is an '82 Coupe Deville.
Three grand is as high as I got.

If you can get a better price
someplace else, come back.
I'll match it.

If I could get
a better price someplace else,

why wouldn't I buy it there?

- Felton, Felton, Felton.
- What?

Help me out here, would you?

Frank's a serious guy.

Not very well-tempered, either.

Any other place
you'd take a repo car?

I got another lot
on Falls Way, but--

- Okay, we'll follow you.
- Oh, wonderful.

You coming?

- Not that I'd--
- Bolander, Carol Blythe
on line three.

Uh, that's
about the Cole autopsy.

Grab it, will you, Munch?
Line three.

- You're not here, right?
- [sighs]

Listen, Alison Ashley,

she says there's another guy
in the apartment,

Newton Stuart,
he shot Cole, he wounded Lowe.

Carol Blythe
wants to talk to you ASAP.

- It's personal.
- I'm gonna get us a car.

- [Howard] Stan!
- Tell her I couldn't find him.

[Kay chuckles]

Only in Charmed City.

What?

We're on the corner
of Aliceanna and Ann.

Yeah.

Well, don't you think
that's a tad excessive?

Pity the poor person
that lives on this corner.

Somebody says,
"Excuse me, where do you live?"

"Aliceanna and Ann."

"Sorry, what'd you say?"
"Aliceanna and Ann."

People go through life thinking

this guy has
a speech impediment.

You're venting.

- Excuse me?
- Venting. Quit venting.

Excuse me,
you've been venting all day.

I got reasons.

I have reasons, too, you know?

I have legitimate complaints
and no one to talk to.

Get a banjo. Go bungee jumping.
Just quit venting in my ear.

I will if you will.

[sighs]

- Munch.
- What?

You ever been with a hooker?

- You ever meet my first wife?
- Uh-uh.

Then the answer's no.

We used to
make love all the time.

My ex and me, when we were
first married, you know?

We'd do it in the bedroom.
We'd do it in the shower.

We'd do it outside
under two trees.

We did it in the apse one time--

- The what?
- The apse of our church.

At the end of a clothing drive,
you know?

- Mm-hmm.
- [sighs]

And then a few years
went by and then,

well, we did it once a week.

[sighs] And then it was
once a month, um.

- So...
- And then--

Your date with
Dr. Blythe the other night,

you were trying
to say you forgot how?

- No.
- Then what?

[sighs] I don't know. It's...

Wait a minute.
Wait a minute. That's the guy.

[Munch] Newton. Newton Stuart.

[Bolander] Take your hands
out of your pockets
real slow, will you, Newton?

Hands on your head.
On your knees.

- On your knees. Down.
- Look at me, [indistinct].

[Bolander]
Keep your eyes on me, okay?
Keep your eyes on me.

- Hands up there.
- I'm your friend.

Good, Newton. Good.

I was wondering
when you'd come for me.

Why don't you get up real slow?

[Munch] That's it. Good boy.

Here we go. Nice ride downtown.

It's not Black.
It's African-American.

What is that all of a sudden?
African-American.

The name keeps changing. Negro.

I can understand losing Negro.

But Black.
What's wrong with Black?

We're not all of the same color.

Okay.
I'm an Anglo-Saxon-American.

So why can't you be
a-- a Nigerian-American?

Or a Ugandan-American?
Why claim the whole continent?

What should I do?
Start calling myself
a European-American?

You can call
yourself anything you want.

African-American is too vague.

Using the name of the entire
continent, it's too general.

A guy from Antarctica.

What does he call himself?
An Antarctican-American?

First of all,
nobody from Antarctica

was ever made a slave.

Second of all,
the people of Antarctica

didn't have
their entire culture eradicated.

What culture?
They live on an ice cube.

Look, we can't find the Lincoln.

Oh, that's too bad.

Well, look, glad to be of help.

[Felton] Any other lots?

- Yeah, but--
- Take us.

You sure do
want to find that Lincoln.

- No, we don't.
- You don't want to find it.

- That's right.
- So where do we look?

For a car
you don't want to find.

Yeah.

Follow me.

You're a-- What are you,
a Polish-American?

So-- so you're up here

because of that police officer
who was shot, right?

That's right, Miss Benson.

I'm just going
through the neighborhood,

talking to people.

Yes, but Fairmont

and-- and Spring
is a ways from here.

I know that,
I know that, but, um...

Well, um...

Since the shooting,
have you heard anything?

Me? Oh, not me.

No, no, no,
not that you would eavesdrop

or anything like that,
but just sometimes

in the course of your day,
you know, you, um--

you hear things.

I don't think that

what I know would mean anything.

Hey, that's all right.
You go on ahead.

Well, there is this man

who lives over on Fairmont

in the same block
across the street

from where they say it happened.

And I heard him say

that very morning

that he had shot
a police officer.

And he was acting sort of, uh--

sort of cocky about it.

- Cocky? Like bragging?
- Yes, he was bragging.

He was-- He has headaches.

Oh, oh,
he has the worst headaches.

And I don't think
people ought to shoot

at police officers.

No, Miss Benson, that's true.
Did you happen to get a name?

Oh, no, I don't know his name.
I really don't know his name.

But I know
his girlfriend's name.

She lives over

in the Murphy Homes High Rise.

[men laughing]

[ominous music playing]

- [muffled conversation]
- [men laugh]

Who killed Joseph V. Cole?

Me.

Who wounded K. Lawrence Lowe?

I did that, too.

Tell me about it.

- All of it?
- Yeah.

I was his bodyguard.

- K. Lawrence Lowe's?
- No.

Mr. Cole's bodyguard.

You shot your own boss?

Mr. Cole told me
if he ever got in trouble,

no matter what, shoot.

Don't wait for anything, shoot.

Mr. Lowe showed up uninvited.

He wanted the money
Mr. Cole owed him on some deal.

Mr. Cole says
he don't have the money.

Mr. Lowe gives him an argument.

Pulls out his .45.

I pull out my Ingram Mac-11
machine pistol shooter.

I start firing.

How did Cole
get shot a dozen times?

When I started shooting,

Mr. Lowe grabbed Mr. Cole

to use as a kind of screen,
you know, as protection.

I shot through
Mr. Cole to get to Mr. Lowe.

You intentionally
shot your own boss?

It was the only way
I could kill Mr. Lowe.

I was just doing
what Mr. Cole said.

Very commendable.

I hate seeing
someone get promoted

simply because of the fact
that they're African-American.

I don't want to be promoted
because I'm an African-American.

I want the same chance
of being promoted
as everyone else:

because I work hard,
because I do my job,
and because I am the best.

You think people get things
because they deserve them?

How many times have you watched
the Oscars and said,

"Who, him? He's the best actor?"

Or a killer
who you know deserves to fry

escapes the gas chamber because
of some-- some technicality?

Nothing's based on merit.

The more you think you deserve,
the less you get.

That's the way this world is.

If you actually
believe that, Felton,

how do you get
out of bed every morning?

One leg at a time.

Where next?

There's another lot
out in Rosedale.

The car probably isn't there.

And since it's cold
and it's late

and you don't want to
find it anyway...

I'll lead the way.

You know, I'm beginning to think

this is a complete
waste of time.

I say we go get Ferguson

and we bring him in
for questioning.

One more lot.

But it's all the way
in Rosedale.

I don't care
if it's on the moon.

It's that important to you?

- What?
- Proving Bayliss is wrong.

You're hoping and praying
we don't find that car

and you're willing
to freeze your garbanzos off

and mine too so you can prove to
everyone that Bayliss is a hump.

Look...

I have listened to you all night

philosophize and criticize.

You think you got me pegged.

You think
you got me all figured out.

You think
I think like you think.

I don't give
a damn about Bayliss.

I don't give a damn about you.

All I want to do is find the man

that butchered
an 11-year-old girl.

If you don't want to do that...

go home.

Maybe it'd look better
if we put the open cases
in black

and the closed cases in red.

Fool the bosses
for a little while.

That's one solution.

We could go out
and lock some people up.

That's also a solution.

Then again, there's always luck.

[both laugh]

Captain Barnfather,
what are you doing up so late
and not in uniform?

I want to talk to you.

[Howard hums ominous tune]

- Detective Crosetti.
- [Crosetti] Yeah?

- This is Lillian Beauregard.
- How you doing?

This is Charlie Flavin's
girlfriend.

She was there
the night Chris got shot.

I don't have it.

You don't have it?

I don't have it.

Any dogs here?

Let me have the Leucomalachite
in case I find it.

- Thank you.
- What's a Leucomalachite?

A test solution we use.
You put it on a stain.

If it turns blue,
it's dried-up blood.

If it turns gray, it's not.

[sirens wail in distance]

5-2-3,

L-N-R.

Felton, bring the crowbar.

- This is the one?
- Yeah.

Let's pop it.

Bingo. Take this, would you?

[*]

Come on, baby.

Nothing.

Tell me you didn't call
the captain at home.

Tell me you didn't yell at him
about Adena Watson.

Tell me
you didn't call him a butthead.

A butthead, well,

I know that it probably wasn't

the politically correct thing
to do, sir.

It was stupid.

You have created
a serious problem.

Normally, I can solve problems
but given the hour of the call,

its contents and recipients,
you now have but two choices.

One, resign
from the Adena Watson case.

Two, go into my office
and apologize to Barnfather.

Apol--

No way.

No way, sir.
I am the primary here.

No matter who gets
involved in this case,
no matter what the rank,

I am in charge
and that is the rule.

That man in there,
he damaged the investigation.

He's the one
who should be apologizing to me

and to Adena Watson's family.

Everything you say is true, Tim.

Unfortunately,
what's right doesn't matter.

You now have but two choices.

Your truth or your job.

The first time is the hardest.

- Hey, how'd it go
at Cars "R" Us?
- Nothing.

Frank almost bought a dog
for his wife and kid, though.

- Oh, yeah?
- [Pembleton laughs mockingly]

Wait a second. Is it a joke?

[knocking on door]

Lieutenant, can I speak to you?

- Yeah, come on in.
- [Bayliss clears throat]

You know, every day I, uh...

I come in here and I...

You know,
I stare at the same photos. I...

look at the same office reports.

You know, every day
I wander the-- [sniffles]

the streets around Cook Avenue.

I speak to Adena's friends,
to her relatives,

to acquaintances, and I...

I don't know, you know,
I've covered every fresh lead,

every-- every crank phone call,

every anonymous tip,
and I just...

keep hitting this brick wall.

And I think that I've...

I've pretty much made
a mess out of this case.

So I think that
the best thing that I could do

is to step aside
and let Pembleton take over.

Before any more time
is wasted here.

This is what's
gonna happen next.

And I mean right now.

You go home...

you go bang the sandman,

then after you're rested,

if you wanna come to me
and bitch and moan

about what a half-ass cop
you are, then I'll listen, okay?

Okay.

- Flavin, uh...
- My head hurts.

Your head hurts, yeah, uh...

Your girlfriend,
Lillian, just gave you up.

She says that you and her
were walking on Fairmont Avenue,

and, uh,
Officer Thormann pulls up

and he talks to you, and, uh...

you copped a bad attitude.

I had a headache.

And Thormann, uh, tells you
to assume the position,

and you pull out an ice pick.

Thormann goes to grab your arm,
and you pull out his revolver.

I capped him twice, point blank.

I hope you spend
a year in jail for--

for every day
that my friend is blind.

My head hurts!

[Crosetti sighs]

Hey, hey, hey.
You were good in there.

You're the one who found her.

What do you say we go to Rat,
have a beer, celebrate?

Uh, yeah, sure.
Why don't you go ahead?

- I'll meet you over there.
- All right.

How's that look?

- Like heaven here on Earth.
- [Dr. Blythe] Stanley.

- Are you avoiding me?
- No.

- Can we talk?
- Feel free.

In private?

Oh, yeah. Let's, uh--

Let's go in here. Let's, uh--

This is
the witness-holding area.

[chuckles]
We call it the aquarium.

It's, uh-- [clears throat]

It's not particularly private,
but, you know, it's quiet.

- Is this okay?
- Yeah, yes.

Stanley, I had a wonderful time
the other night.

Oh, I'm glad. I'm glad you did.
I, uh-- [clears throat]

- Are you sure?
- Yes.

- A wonderful time.
- No, no, no. I don't mean--

I mean, are you sure you want to
talk about this here right now?

- Oh, um...
- This place?

[stammers] It's okay.

I thought
you had a good time, too.

I did. I did.

Then why haven't I
heard from you since?

You know,
I call, leave messages.

I'm-- I'm sorry.

I don't want you
to say you're sorry.

I don't want you to be sorry.

Just tell me
what's going on, okay?

Carol...

Listen.

When-- [sighs]

When we were
together the other night, and,

you know, afterwards, I--

You know how you--

You kept saying
how sweet it was.

It was very sweet.

I didn't want it to be sweet.

I wanted it to be--

perfect,
I wanted it to be the best ever.

Oh.

Well, Stanley, I like you and...

respect you too much
to lie to you.

It wasn't the best ever.

- I know it. I--
- But that doesn't mean
that tonight...

it won't be.

Here's to Lewis and Crosetti

for bringing Chris Thormann's
attacker to justice.

[Howard] Hear, hear!

[applauding]

- I'm gonna go to the hospital.
- Hey, I'll come with you, man.

No, no, no,
you stay here, stay here.

- Good night, everybody.
- [Howard] Good night.

I appreciate you taking
Pembleton with you tonight.

It shows a team spirit

we're sometimes lacking
with this unit.

I even asked him to come
and have a beer with us.

- Frank never drinks with us.
- [Lewis] He'll suffer Beau less.

Hey, why do you say that?
Do you think I'm a racist?

- I'm kidding, man.
- No, no, no, I want to know.

Do you think I'm a racist?

Uh, no more than
the average Caucasian.

[all laugh]

Or no more than
the average Black person.

- African-American.
- Oh, please.

G, do you think I'm a racist?

I think
you're overly opinionated,

totally self-centered,
and slightly misogynist.

But a racist?
No, you're not a racist.

- Do you think I'm misogynistic?
- [Giardello] Yeah, I do.

Kay, Kay,
do you think I'm misogynistic?

Beau, he's kidding you.

- I knew that. I knew that.
- [Giardello laughs]

What's happened to this place?
Why do we still come here?

Because Freddy
gives us free drinks.

- Yo, Freddy.
- I mean, look at this.

Under vegetables,
they have peas crossed out,

carrots crossed out,
corn crossed out.

So what's left under vegetables?

Onion rings,
sauerkraut, and applesauce.

- [Felton] Oh.
- So?

So, applesauce
is not a vegetable.

Applesauce comes from apples.
Apples are not vegetables.

What is it, Stanley gets happy
and you start bitching?

Yeah, right. And look at this.
Under entrees,
it says vegetable platter.

If I order that,
do I get onion rings,

sauerkraut, and applesauce?

- Is that the premise?
- [all chuckle]

And "Special of the day"?
It's always the same.

It never changes.
Can't we find another place?

It's an expression,
like "Man of the hour."

It's like saying
"I love you" to your wife.

- It becomes meaningless.
- No, it's theoretical.

It's a theory, you see.

It means there's
a possibility for change,

but in actuality,
it doesn't change.

- You get that?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Kind of like homicide.
- [Felton] Where are you going?

I'm gonna go check up
on the little round bald guy.

- I'll see y'all later.
- Take care, man.

- See ya.
- [microphone feedback]

- Hello, Baltimore!
- [Giardello] Yes!

- [applause]
- No, please, thank you.

Hold all applause to the end.

Ladies and gentlemen,
my name is Rufus Bond,

and I'd like to introduce you
to a little thing

that I like to call karaoke.

- That's it. I'm out of here.
- [all laugh]

I put up with potted plants.
I put up with souvenir mugs.

I put up with
Nirvana on the jukebox.

But karaoke? No way.

♪ The drum keeps pounding ♪

♪ The rhythm to the brain ♪

♪ La-de-da-de dee ♪

♪ La-de-da-de da ♪

[knocking on door]

[knocking continues]

[grunts]

[knocking continues]

[Bayliss coughs]

[Bayliss]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Coming.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- [lock clicks]

What's up?

I managed to track down
the lab report on Adena's skirt.

They ID'd the black smudges.

[Bayliss sniffles] Yeah?

It's, uh--
it's from the arabber's barn.

So I was right?

- Yeah, you were right.
- [Bayliss scoffs]

Oh, damn. [gasps]

I filled out a warrant.
I got Emsley to sign it.

You feel up to make an arrest?

- Yeah, I feel good. [laughs]
- I knew you would.

- Hey.
- Hey.

I went to the hospital.

Looked all over for you.

I was about to give up,
and then I thought to myself,

"Eh, Crosetti.

He'll always be an altar boy."

I just had to think about my,
uh-- you know, my old man.

He was...

uh-- he was, uh,
in the Western Division,

you know, about 25 years.

He, uh, never had a mark.

He made sure all of his cases
were closed before, you know.

Nothing was open.
Never had an open case.

It was all black.

And my grandfather,
he was, like, a real buster.

He was like a goombah,
you know, he's always gotta--

the whole family tradition
of policing involved.

He was, like,
the right hand, you know.

And, uh...

I remember when I got shot
that everybody was crying.

I mean,
even my ex-wife was crying.

I'm sure that was just
because she was worried

she wasn't going to get
any alimony. [chuckles]

But I, uh, remember one time
looking up from the hospital bed

and my grandfather
was in there with me.

And he was crying.
I thought, "Oof."

I saw my father
and my grandfather crying.

And he was tough, you know,
so I thought,

"Oof, if he's crying,
I must be dead."

I made the worst mistake.

Homicide detectives
should not get

emotionally involved in a case.

It's a basic thing.

I feel so stupid.
I don't know why...

- Uh-uh, uh-uh. It's all right.
- [whispers] I feel so stupid.

Stupid.

You're only human, Cros.

["Mack The Knife" playing]

♪ Now Jenny Diver ♪

♪ Ho, ho, yeah, Sukey Tawdry ♪

♪ Ooh, Miss Lotte Lenya ♪

♪ And old Lucy Brown ♪

♪ Oh, the line forms ♪

♪ On the right, babe ♪

♪ Now that Macky's ♪

♪ Back in town ♪

♪ I said Jenny Diver ♪

♪ Whoa, Sukey Tawdry ♪

♪ Look out to Miss Lotte Lenya ♪

♪ And old Lucy Brown ♪

♪ Yes, that line forms ♪

♪ On the right, babe ♪

♪ Now that Macky's ♪

♪ Back in town ♪

[*]

[people clapping along]

♪ Look out, old Macky's back ♪

[all cheering]

[theme music playing]