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[Bolander] What a load of--
[indistinct] Dan Lipson?

How about Alan [indistinct]?

Johnny U,
that's Baltimore football.

What are you
still whining about?

I would have thought
you'd be happy

we have our own team again.

This team's not the Colts.

The Colts are in the NFL.

These whoevers,

they're in the Canadian
Football League.

I find the CFL's game
very entertaining.

It's kind of a souped-up version
of the American classic.

The field is, what,
120 yards long?

With 35-yard end zones?

That's not
a football field, Munch.

That's the golf course
at Oakmont Green.

Theirs is a game built
more for speed and mobility,

not three yards
in a cloud of dust.

I say, if you're gonna imitate
an American sport,

then do it like Americans.

They don't want
to play our game.

That's why
they invented their own.

Then let them play it.

But we're in America.

I mean, we shouldn't be playing
their version here.

That's a sacrilege.

That flies
in the face of the tradition

of Balto football history.

That's some tradition.

The owner packs up the team

and sneaks off
in the middle of the night.

What's up, fellas?

Stan's on a tear about
the Canadian Football League.

It ain't the Canadians.

What's wrong
with American sports

is you type of Americans.

- What type is that, Big Man?
- [Lewis] Yeah.

The type
who don't remember their heroes,

who don't believe
in miracles anymore.

Yeah, the type

who bet against Buffalo
winning a Super Bowl.

[Munch sighs]

You done with the sports page,
Big Man?

Yeah.

Even God
wouldn't bet on the Bills.

[theme song playing]

[music fades]

[calm music playing]

[Bayliss] Frank?
Where'd you wander off to?

I just had a little one-on-one
with a potential witness.

A witness
in the Marilyn Callisto murder?

- Mm-hmm.
- What'd they say?

As usual, he was silent.

Oh, that's too bad.

Because we could really use
a break in this case, Frank.

Three young women,

all killed
within the last 48 hours,

all in the exact same manner.

We're due a break, huh?

You got any background
on Callisto?

Well, she used to take in

these teenage pregnant
street girls.

She believed in them.

She redeemed them.

And just like Goodrich
and Lundy,

she was a good Catholic

who used all of her time
and energies to help others.

Damn him.

- Who, the killer?
- God.

[sighs] Frank.

I really don't think
you can ask God to damn himself.

Okay?

And if you are,

just move away from me, okay?

Because I don't want to get hit
by lightning.

This is a brand-new suit, Frank.

Why does God allow good people
to suffer?

Why exactly did he allow
his own son

to die in torment?

He died to save the world. Hmm.

Ah, but here we are, still,
in an alley,

asking questions
with no answers.

You know something, Frank?

You Catholics,
you are all so tortured,

you know that?

I mean, you're just so prone
to despair.

Turning your back on God,

that is the worst sin of all.

Even I know that, Frank.

The worst sin in my book?

The killing that goes
unpunished.

The archdiocese
would like to post

a $25,000 reward

to help find this killer.

That's very generous, Monsignor.

But totally unnecessary.

- In fact, it'll work against us.
- How so?

That money will bring out
every screwball

with a cash flow problem.

They'll all claim
to have seen the murder.

I'll bet we even get
a couple of sightings

of the Virgin Mary and Elvis.

For every lead
that reward might deliver,

there'll be 100
that leads nowhere.

We simply don't have the time
to chase each one down.

Gentlemen, Lieutenant Russert,

the archbishop is very disturbed
about what's going on.

These women were beaten,
strangled to death,

and left naked
at three of our churches.

So far,
we've been willing to bow

to your experience
in remaining silent.

But now the archbishop feels

we must be
more forthcoming to the public

before another life is lost.

We understand,

but if only we could have
a little more time.

We're so close
with several leads.

The white cotton gloves,

a wig found at a similar
murder site in Iowa.

[Monsignor] We know
you're making your best effort.

We simply do not want
the public to feel

it's more dangerous
to go to church

than to a crack house.

Oh.

[man] There's a woman
behind St. Lukes[indistinct].

The first two tips telling us

where to find the bodies
of Goodrich and Lundy

came directly into this office.

[man] Are you there?

This tip on Callisto was phoned

into a police station
in Union Square.

Maybe the killer
wants publicity.

What do you mean?

Well, we've been able to keep
a lot of information secret

because the calls
have been coming directly to us.

Now, if he calls
a regular station house,

then there's
a lot more chance of a leak.

So, Nut Boy still
is disguising his voice,

but now maybe
he wants to be famous?

Maybe.

Hey, Goodrich,
Lundy, and Callisto

all attended
a Planned Parenthood convention

in Los Angeles last year.

[Munch] Planned Parenthood, huh?

That's probably one convention

you can count on condoms
being readily available.

[dramatic music playing]

Any word from ME?

[Bayliss] No,
I'll give them a call back now.

No, I'm going down there.

Scheiner always goes
a little faster

when I'm breathing
down his neck.

Damn it, Beth,
you've got no right

not letting me see my kids.

All right, all right.

I'm sorry, our kids.

If the kids are unhappy,
then let me see them.

You will? When?

Tomorrow lunchtime. Thank you.

- [phone ringing]
- Howard, Homicide.

Hey, Beth.

Lunch tomorrow?

Sure. What time?

- Fire inspector?
- Fire inspector.

We talked, she knows the bar,
says it won't be a problem,

but she can't get there
till next week.

- Building inspector?
- Slight snag, he's out sick.

He's scheduled to do
the tour 8:00 a.m. Thursday

if his rabies clears up.

- [Lewis] Health inspector?
- [Munch] Health inspector,

I'm meeting him
tomorrow morning at 10:00 a.m.

He's a nice guy.
I dated his sister once.

- Oh, yeah?
- [Munch] Yeah.

All of these bureaucrats
have to sign off

- before we can buy the bar?
- That's the way it works, Tim.

Well, why can't they just have
one guy come down

and just check out everything?

I mean, I'm no expert,

but I'm starting to believe
in less government, you know?

Because there's
too much regulation,

there's too many shackles,

and business should be free
of these kinds of restraints.

Anyway, what do I know?
I'm just a silent partner.

Does he seem silent to you?

[Howard] Coffee?

Yeah, thanks.

You know, sometimes
after these marathon shifts,

I get these coffee headaches,

and the only way
I can get rid of them

is to drink more coffee.

- How about I buy?
- What? Buy?

This is squad's coffee,
it's free.

I'd still like to buy, huh?

This is awkward.

Bad career move, in fact.
[laughs nervously]

- Hey, forget it.
- What?

I don't need the new
shift commander PO'd at me.

There's a woman-to-woman thing.

- Is this about Beau?
- Yeah.

How does that go?

"Sleep with a cop,
sleep with his partner."

I'm the only one who knows.

I'm the only one he told
and I made him tell.

And you don't approve?

All right, well,
see it from my end, you know,

I'm still on the street,
closing my cases 100%.

Because Beau and I are in tune.
In sync.

I've got Beau covering my back.

You two can't be a secret
forever, it's bound come out.

There'll be the jokes,
the snide remarks,

bitching about favoritism,

and one of you
is gonna be transferred,

and somehow
it's not gonna be the new
female shift commander, huh?

So that leaves me solo
with no one

except maybe his wife and I

to cry
on each other's shoulders.

What's she like?

Caucasian, 5'6", 105 pounds,

no distinguishing marks.

Nothing distinguishing at all,

except maybe a husband who
made it out of South Baltimore

to become a homicide detective.

That's a world
she doesn't understand

and can't compete with, huh?

I'm not competing.

That's what winners always say.

So she wants him back.

With all the upstanding
eligible bachelors

craving a mother
with three small children,

what does she need Beau for?

Frank.

- We may have a witness.
- [Pembleton] A witness?

Yeah, she says she saw
who killed Marilyn Callisto.

[Pembleton] Oh, yeah, right.

Look at her.

She's a barfly out of Pigtown,
hangs out at cop bars.

She probably heard
two boys in blue

talking about the case
over shots and beers,

so she comes down here figuring

she can get something
for nothing.

She did ask for something,
didn't she?

Come on, what was it?

I gave her a cigarette.

[laughs]

And if you went so far
as to offer her a drink,

well, she'll tell us she was
on a flight to Chicago with OJ.

She was in the parking lot

behind St. Luke's
sitting in her car.

She saw
an Oldsmobile or a Chevy.

She's not quite sure which.

Two guys get out of the car,
they open up the trunk,

lift out a body,
and tow it in the dumpster.

Two guys? She can ID them?

[Bolander] She didn't
really see their faces clearly.

[snorts] Of course not.

Okay, but she did get a partial
plate,

287, she thinks.

Oh, so she's down there
looking for a partial reward?

Come on, she's a joke.

- She knows
about the white gloves.
- What?

- Stan, you got an address
on this woman.
- Mm-hmm.

Take Tim, go to her apartment
and find out everything you can.

Okay, I'm gonna have a little
chat with her in the box,

find out what she really knows
and how she really knows.

Frank, go slow.

- [Frank chuckles]
- You see me smiling?

Hi.

- I'm Frank Pembleton.
- Pamela Wilgis.

It's nice to meet you.

[Pembleton]
Nice to meet you, too, Pamela.

So she was wearing gloves?

- Yeah, I seen it.
- You seen what?

When the two guys dumped her.

You got an ashtray?

Was she heavy?

Was it hard for them
to get her into the dumpster?

One guy lifted her,

and the other guy
held the top open.

- You seen his face?
- Whose face?

You told the other officer
you saw the killer's face.

- I did? No, I didn't.
- Mm-hmm.

What, are you calling
this officer a liar?

I didn't see
no face on either of them.

I seen the license plate.

- 258, right?
- 287.

I didn't see the rest of it.

What's the last line
on that poster?

[nervous laugh]
I don't have my glasses.

I was wearing my glasses.

You know, the doctor says to me

that I gotta wear
my glasses all the time.

And I have to admit,
I am sort of vain.

Well, put your glasses on...

and read the bottom line
on that poster.

I don't have them with me.

Tell me more about the gloves.
What were they like?

- They're white. Cotton.
- Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

They got stitching on the back

of the hand along the knuckle.

They are proper ladies' gloves.

So you can see that
kind of detail on the gloves

all the way from your car
without your glasses?

- I had my glasses.
- Hmm.

And then when
the two guys went away,

I got up
and I took a closer look.

Frank, your wife's on the phone.

Stan just radioed in
from Pamela's apartment.

Only the name on the lease
is JMJ Wilgis.

JMJ, a brother, sister?

Landlord says she lives alone.

And it appears
that Pamela, or JMJ, or whoever,

has a predilection
for white cotton gloves.

He saw white cotton gloves?

[Giardello]
Through a bathroom window.

12 pairs hanging on a clothespin
from her shower curtain.

It's her. She's the killer.

- She's the killer.
- Yeah. [chuckles]

The electronic scratch
on those anonymous calls?

- Uh-huh.
- She used a device

to disguise her voice
to make it sound like a man's.

Sorry about the interruption,
JMJ, it was rude to me.

- My name is Pamela.
- Oh, Pamela.

Do you have a light?

Hmm. I'm confused.

Why does the lease
to your apartment read

"JMJ Wilgis"?

My lease?

What are
your initials standing for, JMJ?

Pamela. It's Pamela.

- Then who's JMJ?
- [Pamela laughs]

Is she, what? Your sister?

Why does she have
12 pairs of white cotton gloves

hanging on her shower curtain?

[dramatic music playing]

- Answer me!
- You can't treat me like crap!

Sit down.

- Go to hell!
- Sit down!

- No!
- Sit down!

[speaking with accent]
Where am I? Who are you?

Oh, come on. No games.

It's been
a long day already, okay?

Whose cigarette is that?

Oh, Mary save us!

- They're repulsive.
- Pamela.

I'm not Pamela.

I'm Sister Mary Maude.

- What's with the Irish accent?
- I don't know.

[Pembleton] Oh, you're a nun!

With an MA
in classical languages.

Oh, I get it!

The old split personality
defense, classic.

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

- She's lying.
- [Pembleton] All right.

[Pembleton speaking in Latin]

[Mary speaking in Latin]

Would you also like
to test me Greek?

This is not gonna work, Pamela.

Stop calling me Pamela.

Pamela. Pamela.

Pamela.

Have another cigarette, Pamela.

[dramatic music playing]

[Pamela exhales] I'm thirsty.

[Pembleton] Who's thirsty,
Pamela or Mary Maude?

- Someone else was here.
- What happens next?

You start spitting pea soup?
Or does this table levitate?

I want a drink.

Well, how many of you
want something to drink?

Five, ten, 20?
How big's the party?

You got no right
to make fun of me.

- [Pembleton laughs]
- I've got a disorder.

I've been diagnosed
by a legitimate doctor.

I got inside of me
several different people.

- Me. Mary Maude.
- I met her.

JM-- Ah, there are others.
I don't know.

Let's get the department shrink
to ride shotgun for Frank.

Are you kidding?
Look at the way he's smiling.

He's having a ball.

Tell JMJ

I want to talk to her.

[dramatic music playing]

If you want to talk to JMJ,

you have got to call her.

What the hell is he doing?

Watch and wait.

Well, tell JMJ

that I'd like to see her.

I don't talk to her.

Whatever he's doing,
it's inappropriate.

Don't you see
he's playing her game?

- [Pamela]
I only know she's in here.
- She's faking.

[Pamela]
They don't know about me.

I am the dominant of the world.

He'll trip her up.

- The dominant?
- That's what they call it.

I know about the others,

but they don't know
about each other.

[Pamela chuckles]

- So you know JMJ?
- Mm-hmm.

- But you can't talk to her?
- Mm-mm.

You know her,
but she doesn't know about you.

Yeah.

I don't really
understand it all,

but it's what
the doctor tells me.

Oh, no.

Al, faking or not,
he's crossing the line here.

[Pembleton]
If I want to talk to JMJ...

Give him time.

[Pembleton]
...I'll have to call her.

JMJ.

Can you hear me, JMJ?

Hello?

Oh, this could be
thrown back in our face.
He's all over her.

We could end up with a lawsuit
for sexual harassment.

- This is the box.
- [Pembleton] JMJ.

He knows what he's doing.
He can't be second-guessed.

- Ding-dong, JMJ.
- [Pamela laughs]

Al, Al, he's out of control.

You want to stop him,
it's your call.

[Pamela laughs]

You are a mean son of a bitch.

Mean son of a bitch? Me?

I didn't kill
eight innocent women, Pamela.

- You did.
- No, I didn't.

Oh, if you didn't,
you know which one did.

Mary Maude? JMJ?

JMJ? JMJ?

- JMJ? Does JMJ scare you?
- No.

She does, doesn't she? JMJ?

- JMJ, we need to talk.
- All right, just don't.

- No.
- JMJ, we need to talk.

- Well, she scares you. Yeah.
- Don't, don't.

She's destructive,
she may hurt someone again.

- She may hurt you or someone.
- Oh, just drop dead!

JMJ, you got to stop Pamela
from telling on you, JMJ.

- I'm gonna get Pamela
to tell me everything, JMJ.
- All right, shut up!

I want JMJ here in front of me.

- She won't come.
- I want JMJ right now!

I want JMJ right now!

JMJ?

JMJ?

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph?

JMJ, the nuns
used to make us write that

at the top of
our worksheets every day, JMJ.

I won't let her come.
She gets screwed if she comes.

JMJ, I order you to come

in the names
of Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.

Come out.

- Hi.
- [JMJ laughs]

Do you know where you are?

You're in a police station.
Do you know who I am?

I'm Detective Pembleton,
Homicide.

You killed eight people.

I'm seven, duh!

- She's crazy.
- She's making me crazy.

I've dated women like that.

- Oh, yeah.
- Oh, yeah.

- Don't start that.
- Don't start that.

- Okay.
- Okay.

- I, JMJ Wilgis...
- I-- Whoa!

JMJ

Wilgis...

- ...confess to...
- ...conf--

...confess...

...to the murders...

- ...to the murder...
- ...of...

- [JMJ laughs] ...der...
- ...ders...

- ...s...
- ...s...

- ...of...
- ...of...

Marilyn Callisto...

Come on, Marilyn Callisto--
You do what I do, right?

Marilyn Callisto,

Katherine Goodrich.

Come on, Katherine Goodrich.

[JMJ singing]

Write their names down.

- Hey, you write their names.
- Hey, you write their names.

- You murdered them.
- You murdered them.

- Write who they are.
- Write who they are.

I don't like you.

[JMJ blows raspberry]

Close cover before striking.

My daddy told me
never to play with matches.

My mommy told me
never to play with matches.

Oh, that's it.
He's gone too far.

- I have to stop this, Al.
- Don't.

[JMJ] Ow.

[knocking on door]

There's someone here
to see an Annabella Wilgis.

Annabella Wilgis?

He's here.

[Pembleton]
Who's here, the killer?

He's coming.

Sit down. Who are you now?

My name, young man,
is Annabella Wilgis.

And how dare you
speak to me like that?

Here he is.

Your interrogation
of my client is over, Detective.

Your client?

I'm Darin Russom,
Miss Wilgis' lawyer.

You're a lawyer? Her lawyer?

Miss Wilgis is not here
of her own choosing.

- She came in as a witness.
- [Russom] It's hot in here.

What are you doing?
Torturing my client?

[Pembleton]
She came in here voluntarily.

[Russom]
You don't seem to understand

the scope
of my client's disorder.

She asked you to meet her here?
You planned this?

You called ahead because
you knew you'd need a lawyer?

Five minutes, that's all I need.
I'm this close! Gee!

We can't hold her yet.

We don't have
enough hard evidence.

We have to let her go.

You were close, weren't you?

[Pembleton] Gee, it's her!

I'm sorry, Frank.

She kills eight people,
walks out free, and I get sued?

- Russom claims you burned her.
- She burned herself.

He says you manipulated Wilgis'
alter into burning herself.

So let her alter sue me.

No, he says
her alter intends to.

Relax, Frank.

The gloves
we found in her apartment

match the gloves found
on each of the victims.

- [Danvers] Circumstantial.
- We got the credit card slip
from the store in Towson

- where she
bought the darn gloves.
- [Danvers] That's not the point.

- Which side are you on?
- [Danvers] Yours.

Part of being public advocate
is playing devil's advocate.

Hey, Ed.
What about the ball-peen hammer
we found in her kitchen?

I mean, a woman can easily kill
another woman with that thing.

One in the front,
one in the back.

We ran a blood [indistinct]
right on the spot,

but it didn't turn
for any blood residue,

so we decided to send it off
to lab for more testing.

Guys, you're not hearing me.

All right?
Normally I'd say, "Great.

Some of this stuff
you've got is pretty good."

But this is
not your average case.

We're talking
about a woman who claims

to be at least
four different people.

So we get one
of the alternate personalities

to testify against the killer?

You're making her
testify against herself.

I'm saying she has
multiple personality disorder.

- That helps her, not me.
- [Munch] I got it. I got it.

Why don't we charge
one of the personalities
with harboring a fugitive?

Or I could just audition
as the court's new jester,
all right?

Look, here's the point,
all right?

This is not about evidence.

This is about insanity.

The voice. The voice.

We sent the tape
to the Feds to be analyzed.

Now, it doesn't make
any difference which personality
is talking there

if that voice
is hers on the tape.

Look, you're not listening.
How many ways
do I have to say this?

Danvers, you ride with me.

Megan, Frank,
Meet me at Russom's office.

- She's confessing.
- Wilgis is confessing?

Matt Rhodes just rang me up.

She's going
before the cameras live

to confess to eight murders.

All eight?
Not just the three here?

Oh, she wouldn't
give me a confession,

but she's willing to tell all
to 150,000 viewers?

Excuse me.

She's using you, you know.

Look, for giving me a live,
on-camera confession,

she can use me, use me, use me.

[cameraman] Matt, come on, man.
You only got ten seconds.

Can you people wait outside?

We've got
a lot of bodies in here.

Good evening.
I'm Alison [indistinct]
with the Late 8 News.

Tonight, a stunning revelation

in the murder
of three local women.

Our Matt Rhodes is
in the law offices

of Baltimore attorney
Darin Russom

with a Channel 8 exclusive.

Thanks, Alison.

Channel 8 has just learned
that the brutal murders

of three Baltimore City women
over the past two days

were all committed
by the same person.

These killings
are tied to the deaths

of at least five other women
in two other cities.

But perhaps the most startling
element of this bizarre case

is that the most tragic victim
may be the killer herself.

That's right.
The killer is a woman.

Annabella Wilgis.

She's joined here tonight
by her attorney, Darin Russom.

Mr. Russom.

The murders
are the result of the illness

from which Miss Wilgis suffers.

Multiple personality disorder,

which in turn was caused
by abuse and abandonment

exacted on her
in her early childhood.

By having her confess and tell
her side of the story first,

he's defining the issues
before we even get to court.

This isn't about murder anymore.
It's about abuse.

It's about psychology.

No, why don't we just appoint
Ricki Lake and Phil Donahue

to the Supreme Court
and be done with it?

He forced me.

He made me do things,
horrible things,

and if I didn't do them,

he hit me
with his belt all over.

Teflon murderer.

Nothing will stick to her.

They might as well tattoo
"helpless victim"

to her forehead.

It's horrible,
the things he made me do.

I would look at a crucifix

the whole time
that he was hurting me.

[Russom] Miss Wilgis is here

asking for help
and understanding.

I'm truly sorry for what I did.

[Matt] Did you murder
Katherine Goodrich?

Yes.

- [Matt]
Did you murder Jennifer Lundy?
- Yes.

- [Matt]
Did you murder Marilyn Callisto?
- Yes.

- [Matt]
Did you murder Mary Ann Newcomb?
- Yes.

[Matt]
Did you murder Jennifer Lundy?

She has presence,
you've got to admit it.

She knows exactly what she did.

From day one, every minute,
she knew what she was doing.

So what's that,
like, premeditated craziness?

She is great looking.

Oh, Munch.
Don't even joke about it, man.

[Munch] What?

Do we want
to be partners in a bar

or in anything with that guy?

[Munch] What?

All I'm saying is,
she wouldn't be a boring date.

Oh, I'm going to go home
and sleep for three days.

My regular shift starts
at 6:00 a.m.

Oh, yeah.

But tomorrow
is my scheduled day off.

With this red ball over,

I'm going to get
to spend the day with my kids.

That's right, and I get
to have lunch with your wife.

Somehow I think
I'm getting the short end

of this partnership.

Detective Pembleton.

Are you waiting for someone?

This case.

It still troubles you.

Yes.

I caught a killer
who murdered eight women.

She claims to have a disorder.

That she's crazy.

I think, isn't anyone crazy
who kills someone else?

Hmm?

Does that somehow mean
that she's not responsible?

Does that mean
that she doesn't have to suffer?

I'm angry.

I can't let it go.

I don't find it difficult

believing in this
multiple personality disorder.

I-- I look and I see nothing

but souls
shattered like mirrors.

Mine included.

And yours.

I keep mine in control.

Thank God for that.

Now you just have
to learn to forgive yourself

for all those
different personalities.

And the Wilgis woman, too.

I know that
Katherine Goodrich would have,

with her dying breath,
forgiven her murderer.

Fine.

And who speaks for the others?

What right do any of us have
to forgive in their name?

God forgives.

Pray for him to teach you how.

I don't pray anymore.

I used to.
I used to pray for answers.

A clue.

A sign of what I should do.

How to find something precious
in this life.

There was a time when I thought
it was my work, my job.

But is it?

Nothing in this world changes
because of what I do.

The hurt goes on and on.
God is...

God is giving up on us.

He doesn't
hear us anymore, sister.

Do you have a family?

Yes, a wife, yes.

Do you love your wife?

Yes, very much.

Is she precious to you?

Then I'd say God is listening.

[Pembleton sighs]

[Munch]
So nice place, don't you think?

Classy and clean,
that's the goal.

That's our goal.

Keep it clean,
sanitary, immaculate.

We'll be able to eat off
the floors in this kitchen.

Not that you'd ever find
any food on the floor.

Not that you'd eat it
if you did find it,

- but we're just saying
that's our plan.
- Exactly.

This kind of
desirous establishment is one

that's going to attract nothing
but the best clientele.

Not to mean
that we'll be elitists.

No, no, sir. No.

No back room VIP lounge

just for likes
of the Devo, Sabo and Bull.

No, sir, this bar is going to be
for the working class guys,

Like us. Like you, too.
Baltimore's finest.

You know, they call cops
Baltimore's finest,

but I think that applies
to all city workers.

Did you see
that refrigerator back there?

It keeps the food
very cold, perfectly cold.

Just the way it should be.

So, we pass
the inspection, right?

You're going to need to replace
that dishwasher within the year.

And keep an eye
on the water temperature.

- [Munch] Dishwasher, you bet.
- [Lewis] Absolutely.
I'll make a note of it.

- Other than that,
thing looks pretty good for now.
- [Bayliss] All right, listen.

I know I said that
I didn't want to be involved,

but I sat down, I had a long
talk with myself about it,

and I don't shirk
my responsibilities.

So, I'm here right now to hone
my business skills, all right?

- Who's he?
- I'm Tim Bayliss.

- I'm a partner. What can I do?

- You can give me $34.
- That's all right.

I got it right here.
Processing fee.

Why are the fees always $34?

Just some sort of odd amount

to screw up everybody's
checkbook, is that it?

Thanks for stopping by.
We appreciate it.

Say hello
to your sister Barbie for me.

I better not.

Oh, yeah, well,
whatever you think is best.

Well, you say that now,
but wait until he's back here

fining us for improper disposal
of his chicken lard.

He's kidding. He's just kidding.

[Munch]
We'll be open in a couple weeks.

[Bayliss] Right,
a couple weeks if we're lucky.

But we still have
to deal with the, let's see,

the fire inspector,
the building inspector,

the zoning inspector,
and what's next?

The cocktail napkin inspector,
the maraschino cherry inspector,

and I'm sure
there's some sort of regulation

on the correct way
to fold a bar rag.

Makes you just want to be
a Republican, doesn't it?

- Come by any time.
- You can count on it.

Okay.

Take care.

[Munch sighs]

[chuckles] What?

[Felton] Come on,
Allie, just step down.

- [Zack] She's scared.
- [Allie] No, I'm not.

You're not helping here, Zack.

[Allie] Zack wets his bed.

I do not.

His whole room smells yucky.

[Zack] Liar!

[Felton] Hey, hey,
hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Since when do you go after her?

You know better.
You're twice her age.

She's a liar. I hate her.

- He hit me.
- You hit her?

[somber music playing]

- Don't ever hit her.
- I didn't hit her.

I just swung my arm at her.

What was the deal
that we had, huh?

I'm not through with you yet.

What was the deal we had?

When I'm not around,

you'll protect your little
sister and your mother.

I can't stop any big guys.

Oh, honey,
don't worry about the big guys.

I'll take care of them.

How? You're never around.

I don't care anymore anyway,
because Mom says

if you don't come back,
she's gonna get me a new dad.

[bell dings]

[Beth] Excuse me.

Oh, listen, whatever it is,
could you ask someone else?

- I'm on my way home.
- I'm Beth Felton.

I'm Beau's wife.

[somber music playing]

Oh, well, I'm Megan--
Lieutenant Megan Russert.

- Hi.
- Hi.

I'm looking for Kay Howard.

We're supposed to have lunch.

Uh-huh.

Well, Kay will probably
be back in a second.

- Do you want to have a seat?
- Oh, yeah.

- I've got to go.
- Oh, I understand.

I'm getting pretty good
at being on my own.

- Bye.
- Bye.

like it's getting back
to normal in here.

Hey, when's Crosetti
coming back from Atlantic City?

Tomorrow. You know what?
I hate to admit.

I kind of missed
the little booger.

Hey, guys.

Hey, Frank,
this just arrived for you.

Now, aren't you supposed to tip
those overnight delivery guys?

I mean,
certainly, you don't have to,

but I always feel like,

"Gosh, you know,
they got it here overnight."

Wilgis' red wig
from the murder site in Iowa.

Too little, too late.

By this time next week,

there'll be
three movies of the week,

six paperbacks, and a deck
of souvenir playing cards.

The cash cow
has only begun to get milked.

He's in one
of those rare moods, Gee.

[Pembleton]
You didn't hold her for me, Gee.

You didn't do anything
to keep her here,

including grabbing that lawyer
by his legal briefs.

I needed you
to buy me five minutes.

- You let me down.
- [Giardello] Maybe.

But you better figure out

what you're really
angry about, Frank.

Is it because Wilgis may end up
in a mental institution

instead of the electric chair?

Or are you ticked off

because you weren't
the one to get her confession?

[heartfelt music playing]

- Hey.
- Hi.

I drove by the park earlier.

Well, you said
you were going to be there

with the kids, you know.

And I stopped

and watched you for a minute.

- I didn't spot you.
- [laughs] No?

Oh, well,
lucky you're not a detective.

- Lucky you're not a comedian.
- [Russert laughs]

What'd you think?

About what?

The kids.

Well, the big one sure knows
how to hit a baseball.

I know, I know.

He's got this hitch
in his swing.

He's never going to get around
on the really fast stuff.

He's like his old man.
[chuckles]

Did you know
that I'm the first male Felton

in five generations to have
his original front teeth?

- Thank you for sharing.
- You're welcome.

Hey, Beau.

Did you ever take that--

that refresher course
in interrogation technique

that Professor Landriff teaches?

I'm not much
on refresher courses.

Well, the first day,
he writes on the blackboard.

"Let the suspect talk.

The interrogation
is not about you."

That's good advice.

I didn't ask you here
to interrogate you, Beau.

Of course not.

We don't have to try
and make the other one say it.

We can say it ourselves.

Sure.

It's over between us.

Isn't it?

Yeah.

I guess I'll just--
I'll see you at work.

Yeah.

[somber music playing]

Is this the right decision?

Yeah.

Beth happy about it?

Yeah.

I don't know. We'll see.

[chuckles]
You don't exactly look happy.

Happy?

Happy comes later.

Right now,
we're on a 30-day trial basis,

kind of like a vacuum cleaner.

- How about the lieutenant?
- What about her?

Is she okay?

What do you want me to say, Kay?

You want me to tell you
that Beth and I have come
to some big understanding?

Well, we haven't. Maybe we will.

I don't know.
All I know is I gotta try.

Allie's front tooth
is falling out.

I'm the tooth fairy.

- No one else, okay?
- Okay.

Zack slides into second base
and breaks his collarbone,

I'm there to take him to ER.

No one else, all right?

I remember what it was like
when I broke my collarbone

when I was his age,

and my dad wasn't there
to take me to the hospital.

The kids are kids.

The rest of the people involved
are adults, all right?

All right.
Just asking you how you are.

That's all.

My car should be ready tomorrow.

Thanks for the ride.

[heartfelt music playing]

[kids laughing]

- Annabella?
- [Annabella] Yes.

- Tell me about the gloves.
- [Annabella] Why?

Humor me.

No one wears
white cotton gloves anymore.

They went out of fashion.

These women today

who leave home and go to work

ruined everything.

Katherine Goodrich,
Jennifer Lundy,

Marilyn Callisto.

They think
that they're doing good

by leaving the home
and helping others.

But they would do
a lot more good

if they would just stay home.

My mother wore white gloves

every Sunday to church.

She'd get in
her blue Chevrolet Impala

and put her lipstick on
in the rearview mirror,

and then she'd pull
her white gloves on

one finger at a time.

And then she'd just
snap her purse closed

and glance at her wristwatch,

which was small,
it was very delicate.

Then she'd smile at me
and she'd say,

"We can't keep
God waiting, can we?"

And we'd drive to church.

I love white gloves.

I guess because
they remind me of a time

when people would smile
at each other on the sidewalks

and help each other carry
the groceries into the house.

You know, we would go
to Mendelsohn's drugstore

and sit at the counter,
have a cold milkshake.

And we would sit on a porch...

and listen to the night,
filled with tree crickets

and spring peepers.

And then the way
that a young girl

would wake up one day

sharing the honor

that the blessed
Virgin Mother had received.

Our naked bodies were mysteries.

They were holy.

My mother taught me that.

She stayed home to raise me.

She would wash my face
and my body clean.

And when she died,

it was just short
of two years ago...

I insisted

that they put cotton gloves
on her hands in the coffin.

[laughs]

Why are you laughing?

Stop it.

Stop it.

Oh, lady...

you've been very clever

getting all the attention
to focus on you.

I don't believe you have MPD.

But I don't care
if you really do or don't.

I also don't care

how many personalities
you may or may not have.

Because of you,
there are eight personalities

who will never speak again.

You had no right to kill them.

Especially in God's name.

And I gotta believe,

even if you walk out
of here scot-free,

God is gonna make you pay...

one way or another.

[calm music playing]

Okay.

[keys jangling]

[lock clicks closed]

I'm sure he will.

[theme song playing]