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It's over
between Felicia and me,

I know it,
and I've accepted the fact.

I went to her place last night.
I could see the lights on.

I could hear her
moving around inside.

But she won't come to the door,

she won't even
come to the window.

It's over. Finito.

I love nature. It fills me up.

Trees, flowers and sky.

It's all ragweed,
pollen, and bird droppings.

The closest I want to get
to nature is that series on PBS.

In winter, things that are dead
suddenly bloom in the spring.

What?

I mean, you step back,

and you look
at the cycle of nature,

the miracle of it.

Excuse me?

You've got to believe
in the possibility of miracles.

I'm hurting, big man.

And you're
talking about miracles.

I've lost my will to live.
I can barely stand straight.

You know what's
holding me up right now?
Muscle memory, okay?

I know you're hurting, John.

If I could wish away the pain
or take it on for you, I would.

"John"?
Since when do you call me John?

Since when do you
even know I have a first name?

[indistinct radio chatter]

A homeless couple.

This guy was out
walking his dog,

hunting for
some truffles and morels,
and he comes across these two.

[Bolander] They were found
holding hands like that?

Yeah, we recovered a handful
of prescription bottles
back at their tent.

One of them was on some
heavy-duty heart medicines.

It's sad, this kind of stuff.

They weren't sad,
look how they're sitting there,

holding on to each other.

They sat down facing east,
that's the first light of day.

They sat down there

to catch
whatever wind would take them

on the journey they're going on.

You sure there's nothing left
in those prescription bottles?

[theme song playing]

[*]

- Kay.
- [Howard] Stanley!

- I want you.
- Huh?

- I need you.
- Me?

I'm in love.

- Well--
- Have dinner with me tonight.

- Dinner?
- Please.

- Well--
- You pick the place.
Some place romantic.

- Stanley--
- Are you still going
with that guy?

- That Danvers guy who's
Assistant State's Attorney?
- Yeah.

Okay, good, good, good!
I want you both.

Where exactly is this
conversation going?

I'm-- I'm asking you
to double date.

[Howard laughing]

Yeah, what did you think?
I mean, come on!

I mean, I'm going to bring
a date for myself.

This girl-- woman, Linda.

[sighs] We've been seeing a lot
of each other, okay?

But this is the first real date,
so I want you and Danvers

to come along and kind of,
you know,

take the pressure off,
take the edge off.

- Ah!
- She's special.

- She is-- I think I'm in love.
- Love?

- Yeah, so, would you break
bread with us?
- How can I refuse?

You're gorgeous, you know that?
You are.

Wherever you decide,
that's where we're going to go.

I mean, I'm picking up the tab.
I want it to be top drawer.

Money is no object.

We'll have wine, caviar,
flowers on the table.

Could you find a--
Excuse me.

Could you find a place
with music and dancing?

Are you gonna dance?

Everything up to and including
the "Woolly Bully."

- That I would pay to see!
- [Bolander laughs]

[suspenseful
instrumental playing]

- She's been strangled.
- Mm-hm.

- Oh! "Ed did it."
- He did, huh?

Yeah, that's what
the note says, "Ed did it."

- [Schanne] Who's Ed?
- [Pembleton] Well,
Ed is Ed, that's my guess.

- [Schanne] Mine too then.
- Don't you love when a victim
leaves a note ID-ing who it?

- She's very considerate.
- Isn't she?

Okay, so where's
the one who found her?

The next door neighbor?
She's next door.

Go ahead.

[camera shutter clicks]

And her name was Frandina?
F-R-A-N--

D-I-N-A.

- That's right, Angela Frandina.
- Uh-huh.

And you have
a key to her apartment?

Yes, just in case, you know.

But the door was wide open.
That's the reason I knocked.

That's the reason I went in,
I was on my way home from work.

And Angela's door was wide open.

You live here, Jeremy?

Sort of.

We've known each other
since high school.

[Bayliss]
And you work until 6:00 a.m.?

At a law firm typing briefs.

Poor Angela.

I mean,
she was such a wonderful person.

[Jeremy] Yeah.

- Who's Ed?
- Ed? Ed who?

[Pembleton] Well, who's
an Ed that Angela might know?

[Bayliss]
Did Angela have a boyfriend?

- Yeah, plenty.
- Jeremy.

It's not like she did
a lot of one-nighters.

She'd have a boyfriend
for a couple weeks,
maybe a couple months,

and then he'd be gone.

She never seemed satisfied.

So what did Angela
do for a living?

She worked at a clothing store,

The Leather Chain,
over on Broadway.

[sobbing] Just why is she dead?

Ask for Tanya.
She's the manager.

- No, get off.
- Hey, wait a minute,
wait a minute.

Stanley has a girlfriend?

I don't get the impression
she can be officially
classified as girlfriend.

Why wouldn't he tell me
he has a girlfriend?

I'm sure
he has his reasons, huh?

Chill out, you're acting
like a betrayed wife.

Hold on a second, Beau, you
don't ride with him,

you don't tell him
your innermost feelings.

You don't buy him
his garlic bagels
for his blood pressure, either.

He asked you on a double date?

Know how many times I've
asked him on a double date?

You know what he does?
He spits in my face.

He wants to go
someplace fancy, huh?

He wants flowers on the table.

He's popping
for the whole thing.

Now, where is this extravaganza
from which I'm excluded?

I'm not gonna say.
He didn't invite you.

- It's not for me to say, right?
- Hey, you gotta tell me.

- I'm not gonna talk,
I don't know.
- She's no Judas.

Say what you will about Judas,
but he had his good points.

If it wasn't for him,
the whole show wouldn't have

got underway in the first place,
[indistinct], Kay?

Kay, please, tell him, okay?
Or he'll be whining
all shift long.

[pop music playing]

[Bayliss] You and Angela
were friends, right?

Uh, I wouldn't call us
friends exactly.

Uh, we shared similar fantasies.

Angela ever mention anyone

that she was angry with,
that she didn't like?

Angela didn't like
a lot of people.

She wasn't afraid to say so.

But she would have liked you.

Great.

Detective Pembleton,
are you married?

Um, yeah.

Wouldn't your wife
look just fabulous in that?

Why, yes. Yes, she would.

Feel this.

Oh, that's nice.

There's nothing like the feel
or smell of new leather.

[Pembleton sniffs]

It's horsehide.

- [Pembleton] Horsehide?
- Mm-hmm.

- [Pembleton] Like Mr. Ed
and Sea Hero?
- Uh-huh.

Horsehide is warmer, so that
when you're riding your bike,

you can wear this
and nothing underneath.

- Here, try it on.
- Yeah, yeah, this and the chaps.

Just because you're working
doesn't mean you can't have fun.

- Yeah, Tim, come on, try it on.
- No, I said no, Frank,
all right?

Okay, can't blame a girl

for trying
to make a sale, can you?

[Bayliss] Depends
on what she's selling.

- Who's Ed?
- Ed's her boss.

[Bayliss] You mean
the owner of this place?

No, her other boss
from her other job.

Angela worked two jobs.
She had bills to pay.

- What's Ed's last name?
- I don't know.

What was her other job?

Uh, she answered phones.

You mean at the phone company?

No, no, you know,
one of those 900 numbers.

Oh, you mean like
the Home Shopping Network.

She talked dirty to people.

- I beg your pardon?
- You know.

She gave phone sex.

we were finished
with the love songs
of Jay Stanley Bolander.

I want the paperwork
on that double suicide.

I don't care if it's
in rhyming couplets,
I want it finished.

- It's finished, it's on my desk.
- Then it should be on my desk.

[Munch] I gotta get lover boy
Stanley to sign off on it.

I'm getting hell
from the bosses,

because
of your sloppy paperwork.

I don't need that
on top of everything else.

My point is,
he's acting strange.

- Munch.
- Do you notice
how he's dressing?

He's wearing a tie today
that has design and color.

He's got socks
that stay up over his ankles.

Yesterday,
we stopped in traffic,

he gets out of the car,
he starts dancing.

Out of the clear blue sky,
he's doing a damn Hokey Pokey
in midday traffic.

I'm a professional
civil servant.

I can't afford to be
embarrassed in public like that.

Munch!

The report. On my desk.

At the end of the shift.

Understood?

- Where's my old Stanley?
- Oh, my God.

I can't get up in the morning,
I can't face the day

unless I know he's gonna be
more miserable than me.

The whole world's
out of whack, Gi,
you gotta do something.

Like what?

- Order him to be
miserable again.
- Oh, stop.

You're the boss,
it's for the common good.

It's a public safety issue,
the guy's dancing in traffic.

There's gotta be
something on the books

to forbid happiness,
it's-- it's unprofessional.

It's those sensitivity
sessions, I knew
they'd come back to haunt me.

I had this fear
that something bad
would come from those sessions.

I thought maybe Bayliss,
maybe Lewis, maybe even you.

But never, ever Stanley.

You want your paperwork?
Give me back my old Stanley.

Send the big man in here.

That's all I ask.

[Pembleton]
How you doing, ma'am?

Baltimore City Police.

[woman] "Yes, I'm blonde,

yes, oh, I am jealous.

I just hate seeing you
with all those other girls."

"My parents don't know either.
This is our secret.

Here, on the beach."

Yes. No, I'll--

I-- I-- I don't know.

I can't find
my cold shower script.

"Oh, I like it
when you let me see it."

You must be very proud.

You've got
quite an operation here, huh?

I got 30 women working for me,
three shifts around the clock.

And a couple of guys, because
that side of the business

is really picking up.

The sleaze business, right, Ed?

We deal in fantasy.

Look,

this is what
my boys and girls use.

It's a script.

Believe me,
I know, without a script,
things go all over the place.

It's a lie, Ed, you know,
you're working from a script,

you're cheating your customers.

There's got to be some sort of
statute against this, you know?

We got laws
against smoking, right, Frank?

But we got no laws against this?

Read the script.

Go ahead, look at it.

There's not
a dirty word in there.

It's all verbs,
"push," "pull," "jam."

And pronouns, "it," "you," "me."

I dare you to tell me
that that doesn't sound
like a basketball game on TV.

Angela Frandina's dead.

- What?
- Angela was found
murdered this morning.

She was strangled.

Oh, my God.

I don't believe it.
What you're saying is obscene.

Angela tells us
that you killed her. Here.

- With this note, she says? Me?
- Yeah.

-"Ed did it."
- That's what she writes.

"Ed did it."

Angela didn't write that note.

- [Pembleton] Oh.
- This is her handwriting.

That's how
Angela signs her name.

That what
you got there in that bag,

that's not Angela's handwriting.

Angela's is big,
like Valentine's.

- I gotta hold on to this.
- Yeah, help yourself.

- Angela have any boyfriends?
- Yeah, sure.

Any boyfriend
that wanted her dead?

Well, um,

Chris Novoselic.

Her last boy toy
was-- was weird.

- What made him weird?
- He always wore
chains and leather.

He worked
in that club on Fayette Street.

- What club?
- I don't know.

The one where
they tie each other up,
where they whip each other.

What the hell's
the name of that place?

The Eve of Destruction.

Oh, yeah,
Eve of Destruction, sure.

Who'd want
a pretty girl like that dead?

You know, I expect her
to walk in the door any minute.

Jesus,
it's almost time for a shift.

If she's dead,
I gotta get a replacement.

Now, where the hell am I gonna
get somebody at the last minute?

She was a real favorite

with the lunch crowd
in the rush hour.

She really loved
those car phone freaks.

Hey, E-D, E-D.
"Eve of Destruction," Ed.

No, no, no, no.
"Eve of Destruction" is E-O-D.

Not necessarily. "Ed did it."

That's someone who
works there, frequents there.

Frank, Frank,
this note, it's a red herring.

- It's to throw us off.
- Well, somebody left it for us.

- Somebody wanted us to find it.
- You know something?

Everyone keeps saying
how normal Angela was, you know,

how wonderful she was.

But if she is so wonderful,
what is she doing working
in a dump like that?

"Wonderful."

How did she end up
being strangled?

- How old is she?
- 26.

- How old?
- 26, all right?

I should have
my head examined, right?

You should, she'll end up
breaking your heart.

Thanks,
I appreciate your good wishes.

You're blind, Stanley.

That's what love
is supposed to do, isn't it?

I mean, I wish you
could see yourself right now.

How about you see yourself?

- Me?
- Yeah, you. I mean, you.

What--
what's going on with you, huh?

What have you got better?

Your wife died seven years ago,

and you are still grieving.

Yeah, I don't mean
any disrespect here, all right?

But it's seven long years,

and what is going on with you?

I-- I'm not grieving.

You are still dating
the same two women
from five years ago.

One of them you take to dinner
at Dalasio's every Friday night.

The other one you take
for a ride every Sunday
out to the shore.

- You are still at the funeral.
- Look, look, look.

I have just not found
the right person, okay?

Yeah, and you know what?

You're not going to,

because you're comfortable

being the same
miserable son of a bitch

that you were
the day that she died.

Hmm?

I'm happy.

I'm happier
than I can ever remember being.

I don't know, maybe I don't
quite fit in the picture frame.

Okay, not quite.

At my age, what am I
going to be but a long shot?

Wow.

Well, I think
this is all terrific, man.

I'm jealous.

[Bolander] I'd be jealous too.

I got lucky.

- How lucky you mean?
- Not that lucky.

[both laughing]

No, no, no,
I haven't kissed her yet,

but I thought
maybe-- I don't know.

- Maybe tonight after dinner.
- After dinner.

Oh, man, Stanley,
I'm pleased for you.

I'm pleased and jealous.

My only advice to you is...

use a rubber.

Either it's murder,
or this library has a very
strict overdue book policy.

Come on, let's go chat
with our star witness.

- [Lewis] Now, Miss Newdow--
- Mrs. Newdow.

Everyone always assumes
librarians are all maids.

Sorry, would you mind
telling us your story, please?

Well, the man who got shot

and the man who shot the man
who got shot were talking.

They came in with each other?
They're together when they--

No, and I don't think
they even knew each other.

But they were
having a conversation.

I even had to
tell them to shush once.

- [Lewis] They were arguing?
- No, not at all. Very friendly.

The man who shot
the man who got shot

asked to borrow the man
who got shot's pen.

"Oh, sure." Very polite.

Then he went back to his table,
and he scribbled something
down on a pad,

and he returned the pen,
this happened several times.

The third time,
the man who shot the man

who got shot
told the man who got shot

that he really liked his pen,
and asked to buy it from him.

The man who got shot said,
"Well, it's just a $1.49 pen,

and it's the only one I have,
you can buy one anywhere."

The man
who shot the man who got shot

took out a gun, and he shot him.

He just kept on firing,
it was very noisy.

I ducked down
here behind the counter.

Suddenly
there was silence, and I
stayed down here a long while.

I wasn't sure
if the man had left yet.

There was no arguing,
no yelling, no fighting?

Are you saying that--

What I'm saying is,
the only reason he blew him away

was over a $1.49 pen.

No, it wasn't rape.

There was nothing
under her fingernails?

Nothing to indicate a struggle.

Her nails were clean of blood,
hair, and skin tissue.

- But there was
a presence of semen.
- Consensual sex.

Listen, I don't know
about that, I only know
there wasn't any fight.

Yeah, well, maybe this guy held
a gun to her head, huh, Frank?

How many autopsies
have you been through,

and still you never pick it up?

What, they're--
they're ligature markers.

From a belt, a belt
with a distinctive pattern

of either metal studs
or hard, glassy beads.

Okay, so we find the belt,
we find the killer.

[Dr. Scheiner] I'm about
to slice her open, and check

the hyoid bone
in her neck, wanna take
odds that it's broken?

Uh, that's all right,
but have yourself a ball.

Will, a knife, please.

There's got to be
more to this than a lousy
five-and-dime ink pen.

No, maybe not.

Remember that, uh-- The kid
who stabbed his younger brother

- over the sneakers.
- Yeah.

Baltimore, home
of the misdemeanor homicide.

What's the body's name again?

- Max Zintac.
- Zintac.

Yeah.

[sighs] I don't know, they--

We run his name in the computer,
we see if he comes up

a drug twirler
or something, huh?

- Who, Max Zintac?
- Yeah. Who else?

Meldrick, when you, uh--

You see a horse
with stripes on it,
you call it a zebra.

Now, what does that
little bit of Neapolitan logic
supposed to mean?

I'm the one who's, uh, always
thinking about conspiracies,

and always looking for something
more than what's there.

But this, this is a murder
that is exactly what it is.

It's a man who shoots
another man over a pen.

If the guy wanted the pen
bad enough to kill for it,

why would he leave it here?

[heavy metal music playing]

Sorry to keep you waiting.
Where were we?

Frank.

Uh, let's see, you were, uh--

you were saying how Angela

first started coming here
about three months ago, right?

That's the first time
I noticed her.

Some people come in,
hide in the shadows,
just wanting to watch.

[Bayliss] Watch what?

Whatever goes on
any given night.

Wherever
your imagination can take you.

All right, so, uh,
you and Angela got involved?

- For about a month.
- [Pembleton] Right, okay.

- She was quite a gal.
- [Pembleton] So why'd
you break up with her?

Why does anybody break up?

Hey, pal, listen, all right?
We want some answers, all right?

If you don't give me
these answers, I'm gonna
slap some cuffs on you,

take you downtown,
and knock you around,
you got that?

You do that,
I'm gonna have to kiss you.

[Pembleton] Whoa,
whoa, whoa, big boy, whoa!

- Get back, Frank!
- It's all right.

- Come on, kid.
- You push me around.

You got power, don't you?

You can shove
anyone around all you want.

You cuff me, yell at me,

I get scared.

That's what
this scene is, chief.

Only diff between you and me,
you got a badge.

You play it for real.

Me, I'm only
skin-popping a fantasy.

Around here, we let each other
know when we've gone too far.

It's play-acting. It's pretend!

Angela Frandina has a leather
belt around her throat.

Now she is not acting,
she is dead.

She didn't understand
there have to be limits.

That's why
I stopped snorkling.

[heavy metal continues]

Tell me that you
don't find all this porno stuff,

all this phone sex

and S&M stuff disgusting.

Well, Bayliss, that's
just the way of the world,
it's been that way forever.

When they dug
through the ruins of Pompeii,
they found written on the walls,

"An vere fama susurrat

grandia te medii
tenta vorare viri?"

It's a long, roundabout way
of saying "fellatio."

Saint Ignatius High,
New York City.

Yeah, I had to do
something to make
a Latin class interesting.

All right, granted, listen,
perversion has existed
since the beginning of time.

All right, we see it everywhere,
but that doesn't mean

that I am willing
to accept that.

Well, in any given 10 square
feet of this great country,

there are people who think
it's perverted for a person

of your color
and my color to sleep together.

No, Frank,
I'm not talking about prejudice.

What I'm talking about
is kinky sexual acts.

Dehumanizing acts

between two
human beings, all right?

Sex is love, period.
This I believe.

Oh, yeah, right, so a beautiful
woman passes you on the street.

You smile at her.
Ooh, she smiles back.

You're not
thinking about marriage.

You're thinking about her
in a French maid's outfit.

- Bent over, straight--
- No, no, I don't.

- I don't think that way, Frank.
- Either a liar or a moron.

If you're a liar, then fine.
At least you got a chance.

But if you're a moron,
you're just a bore, you know?

I'm gonna have to
take you out and shoot you.

- To put you out of your misery.
- Wait a minute.

I don't think dirty,
so I can't understand

the criminal mind,
is that it, huh?

I mean,
I don't want to kill someone

so I can't get
into the killer's head,
is that it, Frank?

I don't think
about molesting some child,

so I don't know
how to investigate
Athena Watson's murder.

- Is that what you're saying?
- So you really are a moron.

- I'm not a moron.
- Let me tell you something,
we're all guilty of something.

Cruelty or greed or going 65
in a 55-mile-per-hour zone.

But you know what?
You want to think about yourself
as the fair-haired choir boy?

You go ahead.

All right, okay,
so what are you saying, huh?

I'm saying you got a darkness.

You, Tim Bayliss, you got
a darkness inside of you.

You got to know the darker,
ugliest sides of yourself.

You got to recognize them
so they're not constantly
sneaking up on you.

You got to love them
because they're part of you.

Because along with your virtues,
they make you who you are.

Virtue isn't virtue
unless it slams up against vice.

So consequently,

your virtue is not real virtue

until it's been tested, tempted.

- Meldrick?
- Yo.

I got a positive ID
on the fingerprints on that pen.

Aside from the late Mr. Zintac,

we have a thumb
and a forefingerprint
of a Mitchell Forman.

This Forman's only got
a couple of disorderly conduct.

- Any drug arrest?
- No, no, no.

But he spent a little time
in Spring Grove.

Spring Grove? Insane asylum.

You don't say "insane"
anymore, Meldrick, you say

-"mental health disorder."
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

You don't say "asylum"
anymore, you say, uh--

You say "diagnostic center."

Nutcase has done time
in a loony bin.

- You got it, maybe this will
help explain what went down.
- Not really.

I got a current address
on this Forman.

Come on,
let's go wrap this thing up.

You know, Crosetti,
my grandmother gave me this pen.

Right before she went
into surgery for the last time,
she took my mother by the hand,

and she said,
"Buy Meldrick a gold pen."

- I love this pen.
- Are you serious?

I love this pen,
but not enough to die for.

I surrender. No more.

Gluttons
for punishments, all of us.

I'm going to regret
those marinated sweetbreads
with truffles and garlic.

I don't want
to hear about it later on.

How can you still be mad at me?
You had two crème brûlées.

You have
a very delicate stomach.

And I'm not mad.

So you and Stanley
are practicing a duet, huh?

Yeah, over at the Peabody.
Handel's "Passacaglia."

Stanley on cello, me on violin.

- When do we get to hear it?
- Never.

[Linda laughs] No, not never.

Well, I can't get
the bowing right.

You will
when the moment's right.

Right now,
you're still worried about
the tension in the strings.

You're afraid
you'll miss the moment
when the bow should draw across.

You're scared that the music's
going to come from your head
and not from your heart.

[both humming]

[Munch humming mockingly]

Every fairy tale has
its nightmare, and this is mine.

De gustibus to you, pal.

Why don't you sign off
on this double suicide,

so I can slink
back into the night?

Maybe I should put my name on
that list of miserable deaths.

- Now, there's an idea.
- Are you Munch?

- I have to plead
the Fifth on that.
- Well, sit down.

Am I allowed?

Um, well,
we're just getting through here.

It's nothing but dirty dishes,
we're waiting for a check,

can we have a check
over here, please?

I'm the concierge,

my husband
was the concierge, but he died.

So now I'm the concierge.

- Um, do you know when Mr...
- Forman.

...Forman will be back?

Don't know, don't know
if he's ever coming back.

[Lewis] Is he married?

Yeah, sure.

Has he ever been married?
Do you know that?

I doubt it, but, hey,
anything's possible, right?

- Does he have any family at all?
- I don't know.

How long
has he been living here?

- Fifteen, sixteen years.
- Fifteen years?

You don't know
if he has any family?

Look, I don't pry
on my guests' lives.

I give them a clean room,
a bath down the hall,

and free use
of the ice machines, that's all.

Miss Prince,
do you know that when
Mr. Forman shot Mr. Zintac,

he left a pen sitting
right there at the table?

He didn't even take it with him,
now, don't that seem
a little bit odd to you?

Look, say what
you will about Mitchell Forman,
he pays his rent on time.

Okay? He's an honest man.

He wanted to buy the pen,
the guy said no,
so he left it there.

He would have never,
ever stolen that pen.

Yeah, but has he ever killed
for a pen before, Miss Prince?

Um, would you mind
if we had a look in his room?

- Sure.
- Okay.

Damn goat roper.

[mysterious
instrumental playing]

[Lewis] Pens.

Thousands of pens, Crosetti.

Look at them.

It's a lot of pens.

A lot of pens.

Hi.

Didn't I see you at the Eve
of Destruction last night?

Let's just
get this over with, okay?

What can you show me
in a leather belt?

- What kind of leather belt?
- The one about two inches wide.

- With studs or beads.
- Hmm, I sell a lot of belts.

But that one only comes
with this kind of jacket.

Okay, bingo.
This is the same kind of belt.

Metal studs
in a diamond pattern.

And do you ever sell
one of these jackets

- to Chris Novoselic?
- Novoselic? That jerk?

- He's too cheap.
- [Pembleton] What
about Ed Grady?

Him? I wouldn't
even let him in my store.

I'm very particular
about my customers.

Well, let me ask you, did Angela
ever buy one of these jackets

for herself or for a friend?

You know,
like, an employee discount?

Yeah, yeah,
she bought one of these.

From Molly-- What's her name?

- [Bayliss] Sullivan?
- Yeah, her neighbor.

Molly was very particular
about this jacket.

from the leather chain showing
that you used your credit card

to purchase a black
leather motorcycle jacket.

Yeah, the jacket
was a present for Jeremy.

Jeremy, your boyfriend.

[Pembleton] Where is Jeremy now?

He's out.

The jacket was for his birthday.

He loves that jacket.
He says it brings him luck.

Well, is Jeremy wearing
the jacket this evening?

No, he's at dinner
with his grandparents.

He's wearing his suit.

Would you show us this
lucky jacket of Jeremy's, huh?

Sure.

It's hanging.

- Is this it?
- Here it is.

- Beautiful, huh?
- Uh-huh.

- It's horsehide.
Horsehide's warmer.
- Yeah, we heard.

Now, where is the belt
that goes to this jacket?

- The belt?
- Yeah, didn't this jacket
come with a belt?

It did. Where is the belt?

[Pembleton] Maybe
Jeremy lost the belt.

I'll kill him if he did.

We have the city
of angels, Los Angeles.

Philadelphia,
the city of brotherly love.

And now, Baltimore,
the city of the brokenhearted.

She asked me
to marry her, twice.

She asked me.

But I love Felicia
beyond the immediate moment,

I love her for all of eternity.

And so I know,
she's too young, I tell her.

And here I see you,
dallying with Linda.

- It is Linda, isn't it?
- [Linda] Mm-hmm.

[Munch] My heart sinks
to the floor to see your youth.

Your fleeting youth.

Come autumn, and autumn
does come, doesn't it, Kay?

You'll be sitting
in that big bay window of yours.

- What bay window?
- [Munch] Some window
that you got.

- Whatever looks onto the street.
- Oh, yeah.

[Munch] The rains
will be falling.

Those first hard,
vicious rains of the season.

And you wonder
what exactly it was
that broke you and Danvers up.

- Wait a minute.
- [Munch] You know what
I'm saying, Danvers.

I can tell by your tone
of voice, you know.

You've been in that window
looking down, haven't you?

Everyone will be outside,
holding hands, being in love.

And you wonder
why you and Danvers
are now just good friends.

And you'll be standing
somewhere, by yourself.

And there will be
that song, that song.

Doesn't matter when you hear it,
but when it comes on,

it'll make you
think of all those silly
things you did together.

You'll break up.
Get back together again.

Break up, get back together,
call it off for good.

Find yourself
sitting up in bed next to her

on one last desperate evening,
saying to yourself,

"I miss her."

And she's laying
in bed next to you.

Thinking
the same thing about you.

[Bolander] Munch,
if you don't shut up

and shut up fast, I'll gut you.

[Munch] Now, truth hurts,
doesn't it, Stanley?

[Kay] God,
life is so depressing.

Love is hopeless.

[Danvers] Come on, Kay,
I'll take you home.

No. No, Ed.

I need to be alone tonight.

Good night.

Thanks a lot, Munch.

Come on, Linda, let's go, too.

I'll deal
with you in the morning,
and don't look forward to it.

Stanley, we can't
just leave him, come on.

Someone
would write my life story.

I am Ahab's orphan son.

Okay, but Mr. Forman, what
I need for you to do right now,

sir, is I need to talk
to you about a shooting, sir.

I did it.

- [Lewis] Yeah, I know that.
- That's why I came here.

- [Lewis] I know that.
- To turn myself in.

But now, I've changed my mind.

No, Mr. Forman, listen to me.

Please, look at me here.
Please concentrate.

- Now, listen to me.
- I wanted the pen.

- [Lewis] I know that.
- I offered to pay for the pen.

- [Lewis] I know.
- I love that pen.

[Lewis] I know you do, sir,
let me just tell you something.

Let me just make you a deal.
Listen, look at me.

You come down
off this ledge here,

and I will write
your whole life story, okay?

- I will put it all down for you.
- Really?

I promise
I'm not going to miss a word.

What kind of pen would you use?

How about this one right here?

- Oh, very nice.
- [Lewis] Yeah.

Okay, now we're going to
get down, okay, Mr. Forman?

- Okay.
- Okay. Okay, there you go.

- There you go.
- [crowd cheering]

[Bayliss]
You understand your rights?

- No sweat.
- [Pembleton] Jeremy.

Where were you last night?

Last night?
With my girlfriend, Molly.

Last night Molly was working.

- Where were you, Jeremy?
- I don't remember.

- Jeremy, where's
your birthday present?
- What present?

- The black
leather motorcycle jacket.
- In the closet at Molly's house.

- Where's the belt
to that jacket?
- Wanna know about the belt?

- [Pembleton] Mm-hmm.
- I lost it, I don't know where.

I think somebody
must have stolen the belt.

Someone stole your belt,
and left your jacket.

[Jeremy]
That's what I think happened.

You lost your leather belt

around the neck
of Angela Frandina.

What? Nah, come on.

Yeah, you put it
around her neck,

and you strangled her with it.

- No.
- Yeah, you did.

- No.
- You were there, Jeremy.

You were there.

I was there,
but it wasn't murder.

She told me to put
the belt around her neck.

I'd have never thought
of something like that.

You were just doing what
she asked you to do, right?

Yeah, I went to see Molly.
I forgot she was working.

Angela's hanging in the doorway,
she invites me in.

We're talking
about this and that.

Then she tells me about
doing that phone sex stuff.

I mean, man,
she tells me to close my eyes,

and starts doing it in my ear.

It's real sexy.

She grabs me, kisses me.

So we start kissing,
messing around.

Then she tells me to slap her.

- She asked you to hit her?
- Yeah.

I told her I didn't
hit women, I couldn't.

Then she takes the belt
from my motorcycle jacket

and starts doing
a strip show for me.

She's taking off her clothes
while she's dancing around,

and doing stuff
to herself with that belt.

- Get to the point.
- We started going at it.

She's telling me,
"Put the belt around my neck,
and then pull the belt tighter."

Then we start really going
at it, and she's moaning,

and telling me,
"Pull it tighter, tighter!"

I'd never done sex
this way before, I lost control.

- It was different, exciting.
- Okay, okay.

It was like
if I got swept up in it.

- Like it wasn't me.
- I said enough, all right?

Okay?

You're under arrest for
the murder of Angela Frandina.

- She made me do it.
- Made you, huh?

Made you.

Angela was tough, you know?

She was tough, you know?

To be honest, we never
really liked each other.

Go ahead, I won't be long, okay?

Take your time.

Not that at your age
you have much choice.

[Linda laughing]

- You're a funny guy.
- I'm funny to you?

- Yeah.
- Did you hear anything
I said tonight at all?

I heard every word,
but feeling sympathy for you

or giving you comfort would
be like cuddling a pit bull.

You wouldn't know how to act.

Leaving you speechless
is probably the cruelest thing

anyone could ever
do to you, am I right?

That's what Felicia did.

Fort McHenry.

Used to come here
on field trips when I was a kid.

- Yeah?
- Yeah, I know the whole story.

War of 1812, Francis Scott Key,

Star-Spangled Banner, big deal.

I mean, what are we
doing here, anyway?

Did you know
that in World War I,

this was used
as an army hospital?

Tens and thousands of young men

with wounds fresh
from Château-Thierry and Argonne

came here to recuperate or die.

There was one guy who arrived,

his mind clouded
with mustard gas,

his right arm
and leg were blown off.

Ouch.

Came here despairing

because life as he'd known it
had changed forever.

But then he met
a beautiful woman,

they fell in love,

got married,
and lived happily ever after.

Really? It's great. Who cares?

Well, I do, for one.

They were my great-grandparents.
Love is a surprise.

The end of love usually
isn't, but falling in love
is always a surprise.

- Linda. It is Linda, isn't it?
- [laughs] Yes.

- You're a very nice person.
- Oh, thank you.

And obviously you're
capable of the impossible
by making Stanley happy.

But your homespun homilies,
they don't play with me.

I'm a homicide cop.
Nothing surprises me.

- Nothing?
- Absolutely nothing.

[fireworks popping]

What the hell was that?

I don't know, your heart, maybe.

- Wow. Look at that.
- [Munch] Yeah, look at that.

[Bolander] Wow. Oh, my God.

You know, Stanley, this woman,

you gotta respect her.

Why she goes out with you,
I'll never know,
as far as I'm concerned,

your good fortune hangs
right up there with
the great mysteries of life,

right alongside the whereabouts
of the Lost Tribes of Israel

and the true meaning
to the lyrics of "Lucy
in the Sky with Diamonds."

[Linda laughs]

I think I'll go look
for a couple of those
Lost Tribes right now.

- I'm sorry about him.
- No, he's a hoot, Stan.

You just
don't get him at all, do you?

No, I don't.

But then again, I don't want to.

[both laughing]

Whoa!

The guy was obsessed with pens.

Uh-huh.

Obsessed enough
to kill somebody over one.

Is that any worse than killing
someone over a car,
or over a woman?

Yeah, but you could love a car,
Gi, you could love a woman.

Why can't someone love a pen?

[Felton] Come on. Piece of crap.

[Lewis] What's up, Beau?

It's brand-new,
and it doesn't write.

You got another one?

- Yeah, I've got one.
- Oh, that's a beauty.

- You like that pen, Beau?
- I love this pen.

Keep it.

[handcuffs creaking]

Hiya.

Hi.

I hear you got
the guy who killed Angela.

Yeah, how'd you know that?

In our little community,
word travels fast.

Here. A present.

Oh, no, no, I can't, um--

Please accept it as a thank you.

It's nice to know that if
the same thing happens to me,

you'll be out there.

I don't know
how you can say that.

If you know
that you could be killed,

then why do you keep doing it?

Believe it or not,
when I've given myself

over completely
to the control of someone else,

I'm free.

- Free?
- Yeah.

Here.

- Come on, try it on.
- No.

- Yes.
- No.

Yes.

Okay.

[Bayliss chuckles]

- Hmm.
- It's you.

[Bayliss] Hmm.

- See ya.
- [Bayliss] Hmm.

[club music playing]

Got 20 girls this time,
[indistinct].

[*]

[theme song playing]