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[both moaning]

I mean,
this is better than my dream,

and my dream was pretty good.

I couldn't stand
being away from you.

Well, I hope
you won't regret it,

because it's hotter
than Hades in here.

The hotter the better.

[Bolander] Oh, jeez.

[scoffs] That's disgusting.

Yeah, I'll have a fresh pot
ready in just a jiffy, big man.

No, no, that's disgusting.

It's gratuitous.
Gratuitous sex is disgusting.

There's no such thing
as gratuitous sex.

Gratuitous violence, yes.
All violence is gratuitous.

But sex cannot, and will not,
ever be gratuitous.

- They make them
do that, you know.
- Who makes who do what?

The networks make the writers
and the producers add sex.

Well, I thought the networks,
you know,

were making the producers
take the sex out.

I mean, the producers
and the writers,

they put all that sex in there.

- Then the network cuts it out.
- No, that's nudity.

The network takes out
the nudity, but they add sex.

How can you have sex
without nudity?

Come on, big man,
use your imagination.

Okay, you know, I know that
you can have sex without nudity.

I mean, I know that.

But then if you had a choice,

wouldn't you really
rather be naked?

See that? I mean, look at that.

Look at that.
Is that real? Come on.

It's television, Stan.
It's not supposed to be real.

Besides, from what I've seen,

you're already back
to your old self.

Hey, hey, hey.
Can you switch that channel off?

[Lewis] All they got on here
is sitcoms and news magazines.

Now, yes, but soon, very soon,

there's going to be,
like, 500 channels.

Besides the sports channel
and the weather channel,

there'll be the ballet channel,
the dog food channel,

the all-dreidel network.

There won't be any books
or newspapers, no telephones.

We'll only be able to
communicate with e-mail and QVC.

We'll all be interactive.

All you need to see and hear,
you'll see and hear

without ever having to rise
from your Sealy Posturepedic.

I'm talking about
high definition.

I'm talking about
virtual reality.

I'm talking about
living in the fast lane

of the electronic
information superhighway.

Better get ready,
because it's coming.

[sighs] I've got to make a call.

I wish they'd bring back
Hawaii Five-O.

[theme song playing]

[music fades]

[police siren blaring]

[suspenseful music playing]

[camera shutter clicks]

[music fades]

Does this look like
Misty Pearl to you?

Wasn't Misty Pearl
on Hee Haw?

Wore the hat
with the tags in it?

I'm talking about
this shade of pink.

I finally get the department
to paint my office.

They make a big deal out
of letting me choose the shade.

Does this look like the sample?

31 years on the force,
I get Arabian Nights

instead of Misty Pearl,
am I right?

You're right, Colonel.
That is not this.

But then again,
my eyes could be playing tricks.

I have not slept in 24 hours.

[Granger] Oh, I'm sorry
to get you out of bed.

I didn't make it to bed.
I was almost in bed.

In fact, I could see my bed

from where I was standing
when you called.

You remember the Civic Awards
Luncheon last Thursday?

Sure, the mayor was handing out
awards and medals

and smiling for the camera.

I wrote about it in my diary.

The city's highest honor,
Samaritan of the Year,

went to Katherine Goodrich.

She was the young lady
who founded

the women's emergency
services shelter.

You just referred to her
in the past tense.

Her body was discovered
in a dumpster

behind St. Stanislaus
around midnight.

- She was naked.
- Sex crime?

We don't know yet,
the only thing she had on

was a pair
of white cotton gloves.

White cotton gloves?

Samaritan of the Year Award
symbolizes everything

that's good about this city
and its people.

This woman's murder symbolizes
everything that's wrong.

Friggin' 60 Minutes
did a piece on her last year.

Basically said
she walked on water.

Al, we're in a position here.

The only advantage we have
is the press knows nothing.

For the moment.

The new commander
of the other shift

is kind of wet behind the ears.

Lieutenant Russert
is anything but that.

- This case
is going to be volatile.
- Politically volatile.

And we're concerned
because the lieutenant is...

- [laughs] A woman.
- ...inexperienced.

She's only been
shift commander a week.

Have you told Lieutenant Russert
I'll be checking on her work?

Uh, we thought it'd be better
coming from you, a colleague.

An equal.

[office din]

[all talking at once]

Find out if Katherine Goodrich
wore white gloves every day.

What makes you think she didn't?

Well, I'm not saying she didn't.

On the other hand,
most 30-year-old women

never wear white cotton gloves.

Was she going to or coming from
somewhere special?

Well, the big question is,
why'd the murderer
strip her naked

but leave the gloves on?

Hi, Al.

What are you doing back here?

Me? I, uh--

I forgot something.

- What?
- Um--

A thing.

A thing? What kind of a thing?

It's, uh, my favorite thing.
I left it right here on my desk.

- Where?
- Jeez.

It was there when I left.

Nice try, Al.

The bosses don't think I can
handle this red ball, do they?

They sent you here to help me.

They think you'll screw it up.
You won't. Good night.

Al, wait.

I'm not proud.
I could use some help.

Tambelli's on his honeymoon.
Almera's out with the flu.

Walker's in rehab.

I'm shorthanded and three hours
into this murder,

I have nothing.

- Nothing isn't good.
- She didn't have identification.

- We lost two hours
just IDing the body.
- So where are we?

Sweeping the area for anyone who
might be out this time of night.

Janitors, street cleaners,
bums asleep in doorways.

- How did we get the report?
- Anonymous call.

On the tape, there's some
sort of electronic scratch.

It could be the murderer
disguising his voice.

I've got the phone company
running down

all calls made
from public phones

at the time the call came in,

and I'm waiting
for the ME's report.

If I can get an ME
to come in at this hour.

I'll round up my guys.
I'll need a phone.

Al. Come on.

What's mine is yours.

[romantic jazz music playing]

[car horn honks]

Where the hell did you go?

Lying in bed, channel-surfing
myself into a deep sleep,

and your wife calls
looking for you.

- Beth called you tonight?
- Yeah.

She said you told her
we were working late on a case.

What did you tell her?

I told her
you were in my bathroom

washing up after some great sex.

- You told her that?
- [laughs] Yeah, I covered
for you.

What else would I do?

But next time you use me
as an alibi, tell me first.

Even the stupidest sleazeball
suspect knows that.

She threw me out of the house.

Beth?

When?

- Last week.
- Last week?

You're only just
telling me now, your partner?

I should have guessed.
You're up to three packs again.

Two years
of marriage counseling,

three different
group therapists,

and nothing works,
she still tossed me out.

Ah, yeah, she, little
Beth Felton, all 105lbs of her,

tossed you, Beau Felton,
master of his domain,

an avid Refrigerator Perry fan
out of his own house?

I just couldn't fight
in front of the kids anymore.

Little kids shouldn't have
to listen to that.

The anger.

Now she won't even let me
in the house to visit them.

That's the part
that's killing me.

Where are you staying?
One of your brothers?

- With a friend.
- Male or female?

Dad always said don't jump ship
without a lifeboat.

That's what I love about men!

You turn around,
mope and whimper and beg

and three minutes later
he's snorkeling with a stranger.

[Bolander] Waking up
in the middle of the night,

my body clock is a mess.

Yeah, it's a sad thing
when a man's life is shattered.

By the ringing of the telephone
and the voice of his lieutenant.

Yeah, now we've got to deal with
those bozos on the other shift.

Yeah.
Never seen a sorrier bunch.

Hey, uh...

what have you heard
about this Russert woman?

You know, that's running
things for them.

Well, I don't know.
I heard she's pretty good.

Yeah.

I hate coming in
when the other shift is here.

It's, like, one thing
in your head to know that
they're sitting at your desk

and they're messing
with your pencils

and they've got their stuff out
all over the place.

Yeah, you know,
Gaffney couldn't follow a lead

if it wrapped itself
around his ankles

and dragged him to his knees.

- Sad but true.
- Yeah.

Have you ever tried
to have a conversation
with Stopolopolis?

Yep, still life
of an ice cube with a tongue.

- Us and our shadows.
- Yep.

And one more dead soul
who, like us,

should have been home
in bed tonight.

- She'll go down.
- She won't go down.
I keep telling you that.

- Hey, look, Munch, this is
no time for you to blink, okay?
- Shh.

- Guys.
- Hey, Timmy.

- Bayliss.
- Hey, Meldrick.

Where's Crosetti?
The guy owes me ten bucks.

Yeah. Left this morning.

- Oh, man.
- Atlantic City.

Dream vacation.
Shots, slots, sluts.

What were you two
guys talking about?

- Who?
- You two.

- What were you talking about?
- When?

- Just now.
- Us?

- Yeah.
- No.

No, no, no, no.
Come on, come on.

I saw you.

You were having
a very animated conversation,

then I walked in
and you both shut up.

Now, if I was more paranoid,
you know,

if I was less secure
about myself as a human being,

I'd think
you were talking about me.

- Well, we weren't.
- [Bayliss] Well, good.

What were you talking about?

Lewis and I are in the middle
of negotiations to buy a bar.

Waterfront,
right across the street.

The owner
won't come down on price.

She will come down in price.
She wants 205,
but we can't afford 205.

- We'll pay 180.
- [Munch] Says him.

Says me, we can't afford 205
because otherwise

we're going to have
to take on another partner.

- We don't want another partner.
- We don't want another partner.

So that's
what we were talking about.

Jeez.

You guys think I'm a jerk,
don't you, hmm?

You think that
I'm this naive rookie.

Listen, if you want to talk
about me behind my back,

that's fine, you go right ahead.

But when I ask you to cop to it,

please don't give me
some lame story.

All right?
Buying a bar. Yeah, right.

Don't insult
my intelligence, okay?

Just do me that favor,
all right?

[office din]

- Gaffney,
could you do me a favor?
- What?

Would it be possible
for you to remember
every once in a while

to drop the chair
back down when you leave?

Why?

Well, first thing I do
every day when I come in

is slam my knees
against the drawers.

Yeah, sure, Pembleton.

I will try
real hard to remember that.

Okay, thank you.

In fact, I'm going to bring in
some Armor All

and polish this all up
nice and pretty, too.

Maybe even
some fresh-cut flowers

and a pencil holder, huh?

Okay, everybody,
here's the deal.

Katherine Goodrich,
30 years old,

5'7", 130 pounds, white, female.

Cause of death,
blunt force trauma to the head,

but she was also strangled.

Overkill. Sexual assault?

- Suspected, but not confirmed.
- What about the crime scene?

Well, due to the absence
of other physical evidence,

Roger, who is the primary,

believes that the victim was
murdered in a different location

and then deposited
in the dumpster.

She was found naked
except for cotton gloves, white.

What kind of gloves
does Michael Jackson wear?

Silver, and he only wears one.

Well, maybe Tito
tried to frame his brother.

You know, that family
is capable of anything.

You guys are here to assist
Lieutenant Russert's shift

any way you can, Munch.

We need someone to DMV her.

Munch and I
could take care of that.

- [Giardello]
What about her apartment?
- It's being dusted.

Frank, um,
could you and your partner--

Where's your partner?

[Russert] Um, I'm sorry,
what is your name?

- Tim Bayliss.
- Tim, could you two go down

to the battered women's shelter
that Goodrich ran,

talk to her co-workers,

maybe some of the women
that she helped?

- Sure.
- [Russert] All right.

Please, everyone,
keep in mind that Goodrich was,

last Thursday,
deified by the mayor
and the city council,

which means that when
the media gets a hold of this,

they will eat this up.

We don't need that.
We need to close this case.

So do not talk to the press.
Talk to each other.

And often. Okay?

You know she's banging
the commissioner's brother,
don't you?

It's a known fact.

I guess it's easy
to get to the top

when you're banging
the commissioner's brother.

Has she banged
her way to the top,

as you so poetically put it?

[Higby] Absolutely.

No offense, Howard,

but how does she get
to be shift commander

unless she's porking
the commissioner's brother, huh?

Oh, I don't know.
Maybe she's porking
the commissioner himself, huh?

Could be.

[Howard] Or maybe
she's shift commander

because when
she was in narcotics,

she got the silver citation

for busting
the madam massage parlors

that were washing dope money.

- She went undercover.
- Under the covers.

She couldn't carry
Lieutenant Sintha's jockstrap.

- Or fill it.
- Hey, guys,
Sintha was no brain trust.

He was promoted
because he was Italian

at a time when the Italians
ran the department.

Sintha was a good cop.

Did he graduate third
from Naval Academy

like Russert, huh?

Did he work
in intelligence like Russert?

Sure as hell doesn't smell
as good as Russert.

[all laugh]

Hey, Gaffney,
why don't you give a call
to Baltimore Gas and Electric

and see if they had any crews
out working in the area,
they might have seen something.

Hey, Pembleton,

why don't you just go
do your interviews?

I got it under control here.

[phone ringing]

[Sally] Homicide.

Kay, it's for you, line three.

[Howard] Thanks, Sally.

Detective Howard.

It's your wife.

- So?
- Well, talk to her.

She didn't call me.

[Howard clears throat]

Hey, Beth, how are you?

Oh, oh, jeez.

[somber music playing]

Sister Magdalena?

Hi, I'm Detective Pembleton.
This is Detective Bayliss.

We're investigating
Katherine's murder.

Uh, we went down to the shelter.
They told us you were here.

I'm waiting for Father Obrowski,
last rites.

We understand
that you and Katherine

- ran the shelter together.
- Yes, six years.

Her body, I--
I had to identify it.

I said, "Yes, that's Katherine."

But it wasn't.

It-- it wasn't?
Are you sure about that?

The light is gone. Her soul.

Her body's just an empty vessel.

You were taught
by the Jesuits, I'll bet.

Give me a boy until he's seven,
and I will give you the man.

How-- how did Katherine
get home from work?

[Sister Magdalena] The bus.

Sometimes we went
to the bus stop together.

But not tonight?

You treat battered women.

You rescue them
from their husbands, boyfriends?

We don't rescue them.
They come to us.

We get them to a safe house.

Oh, then you hide them,
so the same husbands

- and boyfriends can't find them?
- That's right.

Do these men
ever come to the shelter
looking for their wives?

- Sometimes.
- [Pembleton] Recently?

Three days ago, a woman
called from an emergency room.

She'd been beaten
and raped by her boyfriend.

Katherine went over
to the hospital.

The boyfriend was already there.

Katherine faced him down,
got the woman away.

- He-- he threatened Katherine.
- What's his name?

You know his name?

Excuse me.

No, I don't.

Do-- do you know her name?
The-- the girlfriend's name?

Katherine was handling the case,

so I don't--
I don't know the woman's name.

But you can find out, can't you?

Detective, the women
who come to us for help

are promised
confidentiality, anonymity.

I can't betray that trust.

Even to solve
your own friend's murder?

Not even for that.

[Bayliss] Sister, did, uh, um--

did Katherine have a boyfriend?

She dated, but no one regular.

[Bayliss] Oh.

Did she date a lot?

Um, you know, did-- did she, uh,

have, uh, dates?

Are you trying to ask me
if Catherine was promiscuous?

Oh.

No, n-- no.

No. Yes, yes.

[Sister Magdalena]
In my opinion...

Katherine could have used
a little more sex in her life.

No, Detective,
she was not promiscuous.

Did she always wear
white gloves?

White gloves?

Katherine never wore
white gloves.

She would have
thought it ridiculous.

There's Father Obrowski.
I'm sorry.

Okay, we may need
to talk to you again.

[sighs] Oh, man.

Do you believe in God, Frank?

Look at the evidence.

This murder
is proof that evil exists.

If evil exists,
then surely God must exist.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

Well, where the hell was Mr. God

when Katherine Goodrich
needed him, hmm?

Why doesn't he rescue her
or Adena Watson?

Death is supposed
to be an eternity in heaven.

Something not to be feared.

And something to be
anticipated and embraced.

Well, that's an answer.
You believe that?

I wear bulletproof vests,
don't I?

Yeah.

[office din]

[Lewis] No, sir,
nobody's implying anything.

We just need to know
the last time you talked to,

saw or dated Miss Goodrich.

[Howard] Goodrich's last
address, 683 Battery Avenue.

Her last address was a dumpster.

You mind telling me what you
were talking about, there?

Oh, crap.
I'm out of correct tape.

For crying out loud, Higby.
Let me type the report.

Oh, you'd like that,
wouldn't you?

Show me up
in front of my own shift.

You'd type faster
with your elbows.

[Higby]
Well, I'm taking a class.

- Yeah, what, a dance class?
- Typing.

I'm taking a typing class, okay?

What's next?

Goodrich arrived
at the shelter at 3:30 p.m.

- [Higby] All right.
- That's three, dot, dot...

This is Detective Beau Felton,
Baltimore City Police.

Yes, ma'am, I realize it's late.
I'm sorry about that.

The reason I'm calling is
I understand you were colleagues

with Katherine Goodrich
at the Sasha Bruce House in DC?

Ma'am, I-- I'm sorry to have
to be the one to tell you this,

but, uh,
Katherine's been murdered.

Miss Goodrich
may have been a saint,

but she had terrible
parking habits.

She even got
the boot last month.

She had to pay 300 bucks
in back fines.

- Jesus let
a whore wash his feet.
- Yeah, so?

So it didn't make him a bad guy.

Well, it depends
on whether or not
the whore charged him for it.

[sighs] Do you think that some

disgruntled guy
in parking enforcement

got fed up with the lawless
attitude of the general public

so he made an example of her?

Possibly.
That is a workable theory.

Have you been smoking the dope
in the evidence room again?

Say, Stan,
have I mentioned to you

that Meldrick and I
are thinking of buying a bar?

Yes, you've mentioned it

about every five minutes
for the past week.

It's because
I trust your opinion.

I bow to your wisdom,
your experience, your age.

I told you, it sounds like
a-- a good investment to me.

But what do I know? I'm a cop.

You're a cop who sees
how much we all dribble away

every day eating and drinking
at other people's restaurants.

You're a cop
who's popular with other cops.

And those other cops would flock

to any bar
you were associated with.

You lost me there somewhere.

Meldrick and I respect
and admire you so much,

we decided to give you
a small piece of our new place.

- Give?
- Sell.

- Forget it.
- Stan, Stan.

For $25,000, we can be partners
in a no-lose situation.

A money-making bonanza.

What, she refused
to come down on the price?

Not a single dime.
But it doesn't matter.

We wanted to share
in our good fortune anyway.

I don't want to own a bar,
I don't want to own anything.

Every extra dollar I've got
goes to pay my alimony.

Well, you must have
some money in the bank.

[Bolander sighs]

Insurance?

What about your pension?

I am this close
to collecting on that pension.

I ain't gonna touch
that pension.

I'll tell you what, why don't
you just come over there,

take a look
at the joint with me.

Once you see its potential,

I'm sure
you'll change your mind.

We got a red ball here.

We got a little work to do.

We can work while we're noshing.

Hey, Lewis!

- Stan!
- [Munch] Guess what, Stan?

I'm picking up the cheque.

- And I got the tip.
- Oh, no.

- How'd it go?
- Barnfather was there.

Colonel Granger,
what's her name?

The head of the public
information office,

plus the mayor's PR guy
and his chief of staff.

The doctors of spin.

The pastor
from St. Stanislaus was there,

two monsignors
from the archdiocese

and their public relations guru.

And what did
all these great minds conclude?

That we should preempt the media
and announce Goodrich's murder.

I told them
that we should announce nothing

until we have something.

- And they said?
- Get something.

So, the ball
is back in our court.

[scoffs] The clock is ticking
and we've got no more timeouts.

- [knocking on door]
- [Giardello] Come in, Felton.

Excuse me, this may be zip,
but I talked to a woman

who worked with Goodrich in DC.

They counseled runaways.

Evidently,
one of the boys in the home

developed a crush on Goodrich,
uh, Jimmy Newer.

She tried
to back out of it gently.

The kid freaked.

He left the home,
and he got arrested.

- Is he in jail now?
- That's the thing.

I checked with DC Police.

He was sprung
from Larson two weeks ago.

- You got his description?
- It's already on the wire, Gee.

- Good, Beau.
- Thanks.

Hey, guys,
can I get your attention
for just a minute?

[overlapping conversation]

[Howard]
Okay, hold on. All right?

Beau, you better take this.

- [Felton] Who is it, Kay?
- It's your son.

- What's he doing up this late?
- He's crying. He misses you.

[*]

[sighs]

Hey, Zach.

What are you doing up
so late, tiger?

Don't-- don't cry, Zach.

I-- I miss you, too.

[Pembleton] If Goodrich
never wore white gloves,

that means that the killer
put the gloves on her

after he had stripped her naked

and dumped her body
in the churchyard.

I wonder if the churchyard
was deliberate

or if it was accidental.

What do you think?
You think he took her
to the churchyard on purpose?

You think he just threw her in
the first dumpster that he saw?

She was a good Catholic.

She was found
behind a Catholic church.

Seems like more
than coincidence to me.

What religion were you raised?

Uh, you know, I was a mutt.

- A what?
- A mutt. A mutt.

My mother was a Methodist.

My father,
he believed in the Colts.

I was baptized
by the Presbyterians.

I was confirmed
by the Episcopalians.

And I had a girlfriend
who was a knockout in college.

And she was Unitarian,
so, you know, I joined.

How about you, Frank?

Huh, you're still a Catholic?

You know
how the Jews have Orthodox,

Conservative, and Reform?

Well, there
are two kinds of Catholics.

Devout and fallen.

I fell.

Hey, what is this, Frank,

about this whole
three-hour mass thing?

- What do you mean?
- You know, I went to
this wedding one time,

and by the time
I got up to take the host,

you know, I had to ask for two,
because I was starving.

You're not Catholic,
and you took communion?

Yeah, is that wrong?

If my God wins, you're screwed.

[office din]

[Howard] Hey, Beau.

Does Beth ever sleep?

She called me
four times tonight.

She wants to know
if you're taking your vitamins.

If you're getting enough sleep,
who are you sleeping with?

I didn't marry her,

she didn't throw me out,
could you please just call her?

And say what?

That you're okay,
that you're not
going to kill yourself.

If she doesn't stop calling,

I am going to kill myself.

She wants me to call?

And when I do, she starts crying
and hangs up on me.

Why don't you tell her
to grow the hell up

- and let me see my kids?
- All right.

This is what
I didn't want to have happen.

You've sucked me
right into the middle

of your domestic sludge.

You sucked yourself in.

Why? What did I do?
I didn't do anything.

Beth and I were trying to
rediscover our romantic roots.

You know, retracing
the footsteps of our first date.

Trying to get
the juices flowing.

I went to the same restaurant,
same bowling alley, same motel.

You went to a motel
on your first date?

Yeah.

Did she let you do that?

She couldn't resist me
back then.

We take a bath,
we drink some red wine,

we get into bed.

- And right
at the moment of truth--
- You called my name.

No, you beeped me.

Oh, that's why you're trying
to say it's all my fault?

I'm saying you owe it to me
to help me out.

Cover for me.

I'm waiting for word back
on Jimmy Newer.

You know, the guy that Goodrich
helped out down in DC?

I want to find out
if he's in town.

All right. Where are you going?

I've got an errand to run.

An errand at this hour?

What, are you delivering milk
on the side?

It's important.

[scoffs]

[children shouting]

And we're off.
You are so good.

[Felton] Zack!

[school bell rings]

Can I freshen your coffee?
Anything else you need?

Can I get you something else?
You sure?

Stan, Stan, Stan.

I would like
for you to meet Dawn,
our executive chef.

I'd hardly call me a chef.
I'm barely a cook.

It's, uh-- This is very good.
It's excellent.

Listen, we don't usually
serve breakfast.

But we can. We can. We will.

You see, by serving breakfast,
which, as we all know,

is the most important meal
of the day,

we'll increase
our profit margin tenfold.

Look, I'm not so sure.
Lorene tried serving breakfast
six months ago.

It was a total disaster.
Why do you think
she's trying to dump the place?

Um, we don't want to keep you
from your duties in the kitchen.

[clears throat] It's all
a question of marketing.

You've got
to make the public aware.

Here's my idea, Stan.

You know how Kentucky Fried
Chicken has Colonel Sanders

and Wendy's has that guy, Dave?

Well, we're going to use you.

That's right.

Ads in magazines,
TV commercials, billboards.

"A big man deserves a big meal."

Where are you going?

- Back to work.
- Have another muffin.

Munch, have you ever seen me
at the races?

- Have you ever seen me
at Pimlico betting on a nag?
- No, sir.

Have you ever seen me put $2

in the inter-office
World Series pool?

- No.
- So what makes you think
I'm going to risk

my pension investing in a bar?

- Well, I just--
- What makes you think even if
I was going to invest in a bar,

I'd wanna go
into business with you?

- I--
- There's no chance
you're going to get a penny.

There's no way.

- But--
- Drop it, Munch.

What? What?
You let him get away?

This bird has flown, man.

- [Munch sighs]
- Damn.

What are we going to do now?

We're going to have
to find another investor.

- Where? Who?
- I don't know.

You want half?

- What kind?
- Blue, and berry.

Nah, I don't eat breakfast.

[Russert] Yes, Colonel,
I understand, but--

No, I just spoke
with the medical examiner.

He's almost done.

Well-- well, sir,
what would you like me to do?

Go down there
and hold the scalpel for him?

Well, at least then we'll know

whether or not
it was a sex crime.

Yes, I-- I know we're releasing
a statement in two hours.

Well, meanwhile,
we're in meanwhile.

Yes, sir. Goodbye.

[Russert sighs]

You know,
I expected this huge rush,

making lieutenant.

[Giardello laughs]

Commanding a shift,
closing big cases,

avenging the dead.

All I want to do
is go home and hug my kid.

- Boy or girl?
- Mm.

Girl. Caroline. She's six. You?

Uh, I have three.

All grown up and not
calling enough. [chuckles]

- In the blink of an eye,
they say.
- Yeah.

Oh, I wish
I'd had more children.

If Caroline's father had
stuck around a little longer,

I would have.

- He leave you?
- Yeah.

He died.

Well, the crime lab didn't find
anything on these gloves.

No fingerprints,
no hair, no nail shards.

[Giardello] I don't get it.

What's he trying to tell us?

What do these white gloves mean?

- So this Sister Magdalena
won't disclose the woman's name?
- Nope.

- And she won't even give up
the lunatic boyfriend's name?
- Nope.

Just get a subpoena
to open the shelter's files.

Gaffney, if we find out
which ER the girlfriend went to,

maybe we can trace her name
through there.

[Pembleton] You know
what I've been thinking?

- This angry
boyfriend's a dead end.
- Why?

There's more than a good chance
he was a little aggravated

with Goodrich
for helping his girlfriend.

[Pembleton] No, this is a crime
of perversion, not passion.

No bad boy from Billytown
who wants to get back
at his girl

is gonna take the time to
put white gloves on the victim.

It's too specific.

Uh, I'm the primary.
I say we get a subpoena.

Waste of time, waste of money.

Well, look, hotshot,
I intend to pursue

every single angle of this case.

[Pembleton] What you're doing
is complicating
and confusing things.

What I am doing
is being thorough.

No, what you're trying to do
is save your ass, you idiot.

Are you telling me
how to do my job, boy?

Oh, yeah. Come on. Come on.

- Come on. Come on.
- [Russert] Hey, hey.

Hey, trouble
in paradise, gentlemen?

- He called me an idiot.
- You called me boy.

Well, you know something?
You're both right.

Gaffney, you are behaving
like a dumb cluck.

And Pembleton,
you're acting like a child.

- That's not what he meant.
- Yeah, I know. I know.

I also know
that some people say things

when they're under
a lot of pressure.

Some people are bigots, sexist.

- I want him to apologize.
- Yeah, eat it.

- Hey, eat it!
- [Russert] Hey, hey.

- Hey! Hey, Gaffney!
- [all shouting at once]

- [all shouting over each other]
- [Russert] Hey!

No, here, go ahead.
Blow his head off.
Then it'll be over.

No? What about you?

Come on. He'll be dead.

You'll be at Jessop,
serving time with the lowlifes

that you put there.

And then the rest of us
can get back to work.

The rest of us can help
track down Goodrich's killer.

[somber music playing]

You major in psychology
at the Naval Academy?

[Russert sighs]

Guilt is a wonderful thing.

- Oh, jeez.
- What?

Hello, Al.

Cops have each other's throat.
Quite a story.

You must be
the new shift commander.

Lieutenant Russert.

Yes, and you are?

Matt Rhodes, Channel 8 News.

[Russert] Oh.

Thanks for indulging me.
I needed the air.

Oh, I like it up here.

The view from the top.

Everything seems
small and manageable.

Wouldn't that be nice, huh?
If everything was manageable.

So you had a question?

Katherine Goodrich. She's dead.

- Yes.
- Well, when were you planning
on announcing it?

Or didn't you think
the good people of Baltimore

would care to know
that a Samaritan of the Year
was murdered last night?

The mayor's office is preparing
a press release as we speak.

Any leads on the killer?

Everything we know
will be in the release.

- Everything?
- Yep.

What about the white gloves?

- What did you hear about that?
- Oh, I'm good, I guess.

- Who told you that?
- What, you're kidding, right?

Mr. Rhodes, um...

right now, only the killer
knows about the gloves.

Make it public,
and every nut in Maryland's

gonna want
to claim responsibility.

You broadcast it,

and I won't know
who's telling the truth.

Is it a sex crime?

- We don't know yet.
- But you suspect it.

Off the record?

- Yes.
- You got a murder weapon?

Off the record, no.

Look, maybe I should go
speak to Giardello.

- Why?
- Because I've never done
business with you before.

I'm the only reporter
that's heard about the gloves.

If I hold off,

I want a promise
that when this case breaks,

you're gonna call me first.

You have my word.

[office din]

[phone ringing]

- Detective Howard.
- What?

Lieutenant Russert. Hey. Hi.

I haven't had
a chance to tell you--

I just want to say I'm proud

to be serving under you, temporarily.

Congratulations
on your recent promotion.

- You deserve it.
- Oh, thank you.

Looking for a date to the prom?

I'm sorry?

You may have noticed
a lot of activity here.

You know,
a big murder investigation.

So the sooner you get
your hands back on a problem,

the less pissed off I'll be.

Yes, sir. Ma'am. Sorry.

Bitch.

[tense music playing]

- [Beth] Looking for this?
- [Felton sighs]

Jesus, Beth.
You scared the hell out of me.

Sorry, babe. I couldn't resist.

Not very cool, a policeman
breaking into a house.

- At least it's my own.
- Good to see you, Beau.

- It is?
- Yeah.

Kay's probably told you
I've been trying to find you

at that time of day
when I need you the most.

At night.

- I've been working.
- Very hard.

I know. Poor baby.

Beth, you threw me
out of the house.

You've been trying to reach me.
What the hell do you want?

Where are the kids?

At my mom's.

- I miss them.
- Don't lie.

You miss your clothes.

I had it dry cleaned for you.

Thanks. I-- I appreciate that.

I knew you'd come back for it.

Look, uh, I'm sorry.

Beth. Beth. Beth, stop!
What the hell are you--

[rock music playing]

[music fades]

[solemn music playing]

The shrink thinks
maybe I've grown to hate you.

I'm just not so sure.

Lock the door when you leave.

I want to take a nap.

[*]

Bye-bye, sweetheart.

[Bayliss] Hey, Meldrick,
what are you doing here?

Looking for rich widows
with large inheritance.

Munch and I still can't find
an investor for our bar.

What do you mean,
you were serious about that,
about buying the bar?

Yes. More than serious. Solemn.

Well, well, well, well.

- What?
- You know.

- What?
- Well, I just have
a little money saved.

- Yeah?
- Yeah, I was just thinking
about investing in something.

- Uh-huh. Good idea.
- I was just wondering if--

Absolutely.
That's an excellent suggestion.

Man, I-- I gotta tell you,
I just want to be
a silent partner.

- Okay.
- Right, I don't want to have
anything to do

with the day-to-day problems.

You won't even know
the soup of the day.

- Okay. Okay.
- Okay. Okay.

- I'm in?
- You're in.

- I'm done.
- [Bayliss] Oh, good.

No semen.

- What do you mean, no semen?
- She wasn't raped.

You mean there's no penetration?

Neither fore,
nor aft, nor topside.

What are you
telling me here, Doc?

I'm telling you that
Katherine Goodrich's murder

was not a sex crime.

Not a sex crime?

How can this not be a sex crime?

If this is not a sex crime,

what the hell
kind of a crime is it?

What kind of wacko are we after?

I still say it's connected to
her working with battered women,

a disgruntled husband,
a boyfriend.

Well, I say that
we dig deeper into her sex life

because maybe we're overlooking
some sort of lover's quarrel.

I think the gloves are the key.

Yeah, well, and you said it was
a crime of perversion, too,

Pembleton, you were wrong.

Perversion comes
in all shapes and sizes.

- It doesn't have to mean sex.
- [Russert] All right.

Roger, call the state's attorney
about a subpoena.

Maybe we can get the women's
shelter to open up its files.

Tim, Frank,

I know this is a pain,
but go down to the church

and canvass the area again.

You two haven't been
down there before.

Maybe with fresh eyes
you'll find something

that we've missed.

Okay. [sighs]

- Higby.
- Yo.

Take Shabaz and go down
and talk to her family again.

Now, I know
that they all love her,

but if they're anything
like my family,

one of them is holding
a grudge about something.

This is Goodrich's address book.
Call everybody in it.

- Okay, Munch?
- And ask them...

About her hobbies, habits,

boyfriends, cholesterol level.

- Meldrick.
- Yeah.

I want you to check out
all the stores in town

that carry
this brand of gloves, okay?

- Maybe we'll get lucky.
- Yeah, that would be
a nice change.

Where's Beau?

- He's got a lead
on another case.
- Another case?

What other case?
Right now,
there is no other case.

There is no other case.

Okay.

Do you have any word
on that Jimmy Newer kid?

Not yet.
I'll try moving it along.

Yeah, thanks. I appreciate it.

Okay, Al,
you're here to advise me.

What else do I do?

Go.

- Go where?
- Home.

Take a shower,
change your clothes,
hug your kid.

Yeah, well, it sounds nice,

but it's the middle
of the morning,
I'm not going to do that.

Megan,
you need to get some rest.

I'll hold down the fort.

Yeah, well, what if
Colonel Granger calls for me

or the mayor is looking for me?

Well, I'll tell him
you're in the ladies' room.

- [scoffs] The ladies' room?
- Yeah.

Okay.

Okay.

If anyone needs me...

I'm in the ladies' room.

[sighs]

- This is futile, Frank.
- Yeah. Mm-hmm.

I mean, this ground has been
covered 30 times, man.

I mean, uh,
Gaffney's covered it.

Half the police department
has covered this ground.

I mean, if there were
anything here, Frank,

it would just be dust, you know?

Yeah. Keep looking.

Yeah.

[church bell tolls]

[percussive music plays]

[Howard] Beth, I swear to God
on the life

of my brother, my sister,
my father, and my cat,

Beau, is not here, he's out.

Where? Working.

We've got
an important case happening.

I can't really talk about it.

Well, maybe
you should apologize.

Just write him a note.
I'll see he gets it.

I don't know
what you should say.

Just sorry, I guess.

You're not sorry?

Imelda?

Oh, Imelda, hi.

- How's she doing?
- Still sniffling.

- No temperature.
- Oh, good.

Um, I'm going to be home
for a couple of hours.

Oh, good.
I'll go do the shopping.

- Adios.
- Adios. Si, gracias.

[muffled music playing on radio]

- Hi, Mom.
- Hi, Angel. How are you?

- I feel like crap.
- Oh, hey, watch your mouth.

- Watch yours.
- [Russert snorts]

Couldn't make it
to school today, huh?

- I'm too tired.
- Hmm.

[doorbell rings]

- Who's that?
- Milkman.

Jimmy Newer.

After he got out of prison,
he went straight to Colorado.

There's no way
he could have killed Goodrich.

Oh.

[suspenseful music playing]

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